Until We Meet Again❄ (Sandor Clegane) Game Of Thrones (Wattys2019 Nominated)

50 - Castle Black

Bones aching, clothes soaked, fingers and lips blue with frostbite, Alia travelled for months on end for Sansa Stark, but she had no luck. She had seen Winterfell in the distance and her world came tumbling down when she noticed the flared man flags of House Bolton shifting in the wind. She had hesitated for an hour, deciding whether or not to attack the lot of them, just to clear her sanity. It was her home for years and years. Now, it was overtaken by a house of murderers. She just prayed to whatever Gods there was that Sansa was not there.

She rode around the outskirt of Winterfell, taking one last look of her home before pushing her horse into a sprint as far away as they could heading North. Her only hope now was the Wall. In the months she had travelled, she was oblivious of the events that was happening around her and who was where and what was happening, so she tortured herself to get as far North as she could by herself.

Idiotically, she had no clothes other than her leather tunic and black pants and pumps on her body, nothing suitable for the harsh Winter weather.

Her vision became blurry from lack of sleep and food, her mouth dry as a desert and her fingers were physically frozen to the reigns of her horse.

In the distance, she could make out the large wall of ice that spread for miles and miles, knowing she was finally there. She would have jumped for joy if she could, but she was deteriorating and fast. There were no animals to hunt, no food to steal, she just had to make it.

She pulled up outside the gate of Castle Black, dismounting her horse painfully, her arms wrapping around her now skinny frame as she banged as loud on the wooden door as she could.

"H-Hello?" She managed out, her voice weak and strained but the loud gust of wind had silenced her calls for help. She knocked her fist against the door once more, using all the strength she had left in her. Her weary bones in her legs made her collapse to the ground, her stomach shooting with agonising pain.

Knees in the thick snow, she leaned her head against the door, feeling nothing but fear run through her bones. Was this it? Was she really going to freeze to death? Starve to death?

Rigid, her body crumbled underneath her, face planting in the snow as the life drained from her body.

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Standing on one of the scaffolding of Castle black, Jon Snow, the new Commander Of the Night's Watch looked around, seeing Wildlings and crows mingling underneath his very nose. It was his idea of course, helping the Wildlings so they no longer face the enemy of the dead for now but after the Hardhome, all the death he had witnessed made him urge to help anyone even if they were a Wildling. At first, members of the Nights Watch were very adamant at the thought of Wildlings coming over, especially after they had been killing them for years and years, but they had to obey the commands of Jon. After Jeor Mormont was killed by his own men, they had elected Jon Snow to be in charge as much as it displeased Ser Alliser Thorne.

Jon Snow had very good allies by his side however. He had became brothers to many members of the Nights Watch which consisted of Sam Tarly, Edd Tollett, Grenn and Pyp but now even became friends with a fiery red-headed man who goes by the name of Tormund Giantsbane. However, he always had someone from home with him. Archie Crow.

A man of great honor, he had fought at Hardhome, witnessed the Wights and White Walkers, fought off Wildlings but he was always loyal to Jon, no matter what choice he had made. Jon was considerably younger than Archie, but he had Ned Stark's blood running through his veins. He didn't care if he was a bastard. It had shocked him when Ned had brought him over to Winterfell after leaving for battle with Robert and could understand the bitterness that Catelyn Stark had portrayed to the young man, but he had lost people too. Often, Archie would think about his twin sister, Alia. He would wonder where she was, how she was and when news had reached him about King Joffrey's death, he grew very worried and anxious about the fate of Sansa and Alia. It was rumored that Arya was dead, going missing after Ned was beheaded but all he could think of is his sister. If she was still alive and whatnot and if their paths would ever cross.