PORCELAIN, IVORY, STEEL.

Bodies everywhere, children crying for their dead parents, mothers looking for their sons in the rubble and waste in King’s Landing, after the War of Wrath. These were the sights with which we were greeted when we arrived. 

The Congregation of the Houses, all the Lords from all around Westeros came together to decide the future of our land. Lord Tyrell, Lord Tully and several others sat down together after decades to decide who would be the next ruler. The next King of the Andals and the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm.

Little Sam, I was there just as an observer, I had never seen such royalty and fancy people before. To say the least, I was very nervous. They all sat down and each of them had to put forth a name forward for the ruler of the kingdom. Lord Tyrion was the first to do so and he named ‘Sansa Stark’, everyone gasped and objected by saying that a woman wasn’t fit to be queen. Lord Tyrion defended her, he told everyone about how she had managed the North in times of Winter, prepared for war, persuaded Daenerys to come to Westeros. He told everyone about her remarkable managing techniques. The lords were impressed and declared Sansa The Queen of the Andals. 

The discussion then turned to the virus up in the North. For now, it was said to be contained beyond the wall. One of the Lords retorted, ‘What is it to us, let those wildlings die!’ Then in a rush of madness, I stood up in the middle of of all royalty in Westeros and reminded them the oath of the Night’s Watch,

“I am the sword in the darkness, 
I am the watcher on the walls,
I am the shield that guards the realms of men. 
The realms of men. Have you all forgotten that the realms of men include the wildlings? Have you all forgotten the sacrifices that Jon and all the other smallfolk in the country have made to protect them? Have you all no shame at all?” 

I don’t know where I got the courage from, I just couldn’t bear the fact that they were going to leave my people to fend for themselves. My Sam was also there, he was there fighting to keep these bastards alive. It filled me with fury.

Then Queen Sansa declared that the efforts of men won’t go to waste. They were bound by honor to protect them and they would not backoff like cowards. She sent the Shade of Qarth to the Night’s Watch along with men from Winterfell army. They went on their way a few moons ago and the Shade must have reached the wildlings by now. 

Now, all we can do is wait, Wait for news that the damned sickness is contained. Wait for my people to get better, gods be good. Wait for  happiness. Wait for when I can see my beloved Sam again…. 

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WAR OF WRATH

WAR OF WRATH

Heads were lost! Arms were ripped from bodies! 

Chaos isn't a pit. Chaos is a ladder. Many who try to climb it fail and never get to try again. The fall breaks them. And some, are given a chance to climb. They refuse, they cling to the realm or the gods or love. Illusions. Only the ladder is real. The climb is all there is. And when chaos wasn’t erupting on Westeros, we found out where the loyalties of Queen Cersei and King Joffrey lie.

“What killed him?” Lord Stark asked the monster, who demands us to pay loyalties towards him.

“Loyalty, never,” the wise-beyond-her-years Sansa Stark replied.

“I will take what is mine, with fire and blood. My reign has just begun. When the sun rises in the west, and sets in the east, then you shall return to me, my sun and stars. I will answer injustice with justice”, said Daenerys.

Lord Stark called in for a peace, but Joffery's honor had really gone to the dogs. I never witnessed anything as such. I got hurt as Sansa pushed me aside. Holy Gods, we were safe.

‘Drogon. Rhaegal. Viserion’, she uttered and we were into the air.

Once that murky green liquid took fire, it burnt fiercely until it was no more. Moreover, it seeped into cloth, wood, leather, even steel, so they take fire as well. Wildfire, they call it. Lord Tyrion directed us all to the Mud Gate.

Unfortunately, not all of us. Lord Stark was no more. We kept ourselves into a hiding unless we had an army to fight against. But, we lacked time. The Lannister army was already searching like dogs for us and they may anytime hunt us. 

In the blink of eye, Daenerys rose with Drogon to set fire to the Red Keep. It was insane. She lost Viserion as he was shot by a ballista. This broke her into pieces. She was mad in fury, she started burning the entire King’s Landing, no mercy at all. 

Jon rode Rhaegal meanwhile, to stop her. But, the children, the women, the poor all were victimised by her enrage. Lord Tyrion secretly took us to the weapon room, a room underground, with hoard of weapons. 

With every other thing we could have taken, we burst into the Red Keep. “Deal with all this, live with myself, Neh! I honestly didn't know. 

I stood often enough at the abyss of my soul, asking that same question, looking down into the dark crevices where the black monster dwells on the bottom. He gazed up at me, and I looked him in the eyes. “There you are,” he said, and I almost fell into the void.”

“And then?”, asks Little Sam!

“And then? I turn around and go do what needed to be done. I don’t know whether I cared for my life or not, I just had to kill him. Blood for blood. After that dark night, I always waited for a vengeance, with the monster, and the day came. 

We all were scattered, finding our own ways, to reach the ones who sowed seeds of hatred in our hearts. I was astonished to see Gregor Clegane, Cersei’s bodyguard, how magnificent was he! Jon came along, hunting for Cersei. But, I spotted my goal. 

There, saw him, at the Throne, like a coward. He approached me again, with the same monstrous soul, hoping for my loyalties towards him. I took out the dagger and killed him, eh. 

Relief. I assassinated the dark shadow. I came along out and found the body of Tywin Lannister and Jaime Lannister lying. Sansa and Lord Tyrion killed them. Happiness knocked as we broke part by part the traitors. 

Daenerys started believing that this was our plan to take away the throne from her. Screaming, WHY from the sky, Drogon released plumes of fire upon us. What happened was unbelievable. Rhaegal too streamed a fire, but upon Drogon. 

Arya was perplexed, because only a true Targaryen could control a dragon. Drogon was injured. Daenerys completely broke up now, she stood helpless. 

But, love is of all passions the strongest, for it attacks simultaneously the head, the heart and the senses, and John decided to stick with love. He jumped off Rhaegal to calm Daenerys. For a moment everything freezed. Both of them seemed making love, like never before. 

But, they were tricky, those demons. Could they be trusted? Of course they couldn’t be trusted. She'd created them. She owned them. They would lead her astray, and they took. The Ballista fired, Cersei felt victorious. 

Tears rolled down her eyes amidst her laugh, as Arya hit her dagger through her heart. But it was a little late. Drogon was no more. Everything stopped. Blood poured like tears. It was love that wiped. It was Jon who wiped. 

The more you love, the more you have to give. Love itself comes with a lot of sacrifices. It is the only feeling they had which was infinite and Daenerys forgot about her dragons then. All she needed was love. 

What is love, when it does not get you pain? Jon, never wanted to, but he did. We all just saw it. It was not a murder of passion, rather a murder for peace, the murder of the mad queen, to be. 

He lost his love, he lost his friend. He had nothing to do with the rest of us. He disappeared then, with Rhaegal. Where to, no one knew and he never returned. 

Oh my little Sam, love is always meeting of two souls, where they fully accept the light and dark in each other, bounded by courage to grow through struggle into bliss; but Jon never wanted people to suffer. 

He sacrificed. The pain of his love was such a hit that even the teardrops flowing down felt like a kiss by your father.   

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THE WATCH REMEMBERS

In that time of tribulations, heart ached to hear the demise of the beloved John Arryn when the letter of your father Sam added to the misery. Everyone at Winterfell has believed in the coming dark threat and his theories about the virus, as all of us have faith in him but we were not alone.

There was a need to make everyone believe in it. Lord Eddard Stark has been worried sick about this deadly virus. We all were tensed, but we had to engage ourselves to see the arrangements as Winterfell expected the Baratheons and Lannisters to be there by anytime.

You know, I was not at all contended by this visit. I could see grand preparations everywhere but all I did was missing Sam as the men talked of celebration. Winterfell was in a state of revelry as King Robert announced Ser Eddard to be the new Hand of the King.

A grand feast was thrown on that day, which I didn’t wish to attend in the first place. But I went, as Sansa insisted. Loud music, gala time, Ser Tyrion and his jokes all were good and worth attending for, but the night was dark, rather for me. 

It was something I could never forget and would bring tears in my eyes. I just ran away from the celebration to my room. I was afraid. 

There was a knock at my door, then. I took a dagger as I opened the gate, but to my luck, it was Sansa and Jon. If it would not have been them, I might have completely broken up, my Little Sam. Alas, this remains another story, I’ll tell you someday.

King Robert was aware of the deadly sickness by dawn, as Lord Stark informed him after the party. Almost everyone believed it at first, though Queen Cersei and the Lannisters denied such presence. 

I guess this discussion ceased thereafter as everyone got into the preparations for their departure to King’s Landing. Upon Sansa’s request to her father, I also accompanied them to the capital while Lady Catelyn stayed back in Winterfell.

That dark night, Jon assured me that he will help me in saving the seven kingdoms and do every possible effort. Queen Cersei was already vexed at Sansa for rejecting Prince Joffrey, during the Lannister visit to the North. 

She convinced the small council to believe that the kingdoms had other important affairs to attend, and Joffrey’s marriage being the most prime. Nothing was happening, and fear encountered me. 

Lannisters were cruel to us, except Lord Tyrion, who had a tender spot in his heart and was a great reader claiming that a mind needs books like a sword needs a whetstone. 

Sansa and I started to learn using swords from Arya, the little brave girl, Sansa’s younger sister. Lord Tyrion’s knowledge inspired us a lot and these two things became our daily chores as nothing was happening regarding the virus outbreak.

Luckily Lord Stark found out that Joffrey was not the true heir of King Robert and rather he was a bastard born from Queen Cersei’s incestuous relationship with her twin brother Ser Jaime Lannister of the Kingsguard. 

Queen fearing her crown and position asked Pycelle, the Grand Maester of the Citadel to visit the Castle Black. It was he who confirmed the news, and the queen believed it, but it was relatively late, a few months after we all reached King’s Landing.

Panic grew among all. Lord Varys’s spiders then confirmed the presence of Daenerys Stormborn, one of the last surviving members of House Targaryen, who ruled the seven kingdoms from the Iron Throne before King Robert’s Rebellion at Qarth along with her three baby dragons.

Daenerys denied the supply of ‘Shade of the Evening’ to Westeros and rather asked for the Iron Throne back, as she was the true heir to the throne in response to the request letter sent to her by the Hand of the King. 

Situations grew tense and then it was the Small Council who decided that Jon, Sansa, Lord Tyrion Lannister, Hand of the King and I will go to Essos; Qarth through the Narrow Sea along with Ser Davos; the onion knight’s ship. The journey was a good one. On our way, we thought of ways to persuade Daenerys. We reached Qarth and were presented before the Dragon Queen.

Finally, we all were able to convince her but in return, we had to give away the throne, other positions remaining the same though. We were all set for our return to Kings Landing along with Daenerys, her dragons, which have quite grown a bit and plenty of Shade of the Evening for the entire Westeros. 

We used our journey back to Westeros to lay out plans for finishing the sickness completely. Weeks passed. Jon spent a great time with Daenerys and her dragons throughout. Daenerys fell in love with Jon as they used to ride the dragons across the sea. We all were hopeful as we were about to reach our destiny. Our journey came to a halt, but not what we had expected.

We were welcomed by a huge army and a new king.

To be continued……

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VIRUS IN WESTEROS

A crossover of Game of Thrones with reality, an IEEE SB NITP original.

To,

Gilly,

“The freedom to make my own mistakes was all I ever wanted.”

I was warned and ignored by everyone there in the Westeros, but was adamant to discover when I went beyond the wall after the upcoming of a soldier of the ancient Night's Watch order who survived a war led by a group of wildlings seeking help from the Castle Black.

Everyone was against me, even you Gilly. But, one dark night, I rushed from Winterfell to Castle Black. I am writing this because I am not sure if I will live or not, but I want anyone who reads this might tell the truth to the seven kingdoms of the Westeros and warn them as the world is overflowing with horrible things, but they’re all a tray of cakes next to death. No, I am not talking about the white walkers but sudden mass deaths caused beyond the wall due to some disease.

As far as I have read and searched, this is something unknown and its cure is unknown. I have been continuously interrogating the left ones. Some say they saw their friends dying, eyes bleeding and coughing blood droplets out of their dried mouths.

It came down to one wildling drinking the soup of a sick, dead bat. The sickness has seared through the men like blood through cloth. There has been no stop to this madness. 

I don’t know what to do and what to pretend. Everything was fine but during my last interrogation, I saw it myself. That moment I felt terror, a win or die at this Game of Thrones. 

While going through the Stranger Things at the Westeros, I guess, I got my hint, four days later. I discovered it to be a special disease outbreak due to a virus spread in the water streams beyond the wall. 

The victims die within two - three weeks the book says. Seven hells! Even I have been drinking and using the same water from the past four days. I think I will suffer the same fate. But, I want you to be safe. 

The book further says to sprinkle ‘Shade of the Evening’ from Qarth and then use it. But it has been my finding that the wildings who have isolated themselves out of fear haven't got this sickness. 

I don’t know if this works or not. I don’t know if this is truth or not. But we are all in danger. The wildlings have completely disappeared. It is deserted beyond the wall. 

I just wish, I could see you Gilly, one last time.

Goodbye,

Yours lovingly,

Sam.

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