The Bastard king Beyond the Wall Pt 1

The battle of Humanity versus the Others had come Much More Sooner than anticipated. It came, in fact, just a few years after the success that was Robert’s rebellion.

Men from all corners of the seven kingdoms had rushed towards the wall with all the might they had, the ensuing battles costing them hard as man after man fell. Westeros and even most of the lands across the narrow sea were turned to frozen hells.

Soon, as always when put to the test, humanity won. At great cost. The lands south of the wall were rendered uninhabitable for many years, made colder than even the true north beyond the wall. It was now a battle for survival. Armour was exchanged for furs and warm garbs. Castles frozen solid on the inside changed for tents and wooden and stone settlements. The people of westeros, as few as they were now but still numerous enough, journeyed beyond the wall.

It was a harsh life. Many perished as they were not used to such conditions. Many joined any Wildling bands that would take them and show them how to live and survive, afraid of death. Too afraid to die.

Years later, a new leader sprung up in one of the wildling bands. A young man with black hair and grey eyes who led his band of Wildlings to grow strong and prosper. His charisma and ideas quickly attracting many to his growing settlement in the north. Many saw that his ideas made life easier for them, while keeping to the free people way. He soon had a large force of 350,000 Wildlings under his command, all following him as the new “King beyond the wall”. Not like there was much wall left after the war with the others.

He taught them to smith weapons, taught them to fight more efficiently and soon enough, had their loyalty. His name was Jon Snow.

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Jon sat quietly in his leaders tent in the night, the light from the torches giving him light while the heat of a mini fire in the middle of the tent surrounded by stones gave him and the inhabitants warmth. He looking over his ideas for his people. To tell the truth, he didn’t want the title of leader thrust upon him. He had shared his ideas freely with others who lisutened and implemented them to survive their own harsh lives north of the wall.

Now here he was, in his fortified Settlement that stretched towards even the sea, it’s stone and wood walls enclosing and protecting his people that grew by the day, a mixture of Wildlings, what was left of the people of the seven Kingdoms and those from across the narrow sea. He even had 80,000 Dothraki among them, the sea meaning nothing to them once they knew they, their culture and Horses would disappear if they stayed in the now frozen lands south of the wall.

It was something he often brooded on. Those lands south of the wall and beyond had become frozen wastelands while the rest of the lands north of the walls remains remained the same.