Game of Thrones: The Legend of Jon Arctic – ASOIAF/GOT GOT

Chapter 403 – The Wrath of the Wings of the North.

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Third Person POV

North, 300 AC.

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Roose Bolton, it seemed, was trapped below Moat Cailin and was having difficulties with the ironborn controlling the castle.

Roose began to read the letter and couldn't help but frown when he saw the bird going to him. Whoever it was knew exactly where he was, which was already demonstrated by the bird itself that reached him, going straight into his hands.

Roose did not kill the bird like his bastard son. Although he found it strange, he thought it was better not to meddle with the animal. Otherwise, his situation might not be pleasant at all.

From that moment on, he had no idea that his son was now one-eyed, thanks to his actions. And on the next day, a moderate number of rats—several dozen—would be trying to attack him while he slept, as if they had been summoned by something.

It was at that moment that he saw the symbol on the letter, and froze immediately.

In any case, he opened it and began to read.

'Hello Roose Bolton... You have been busy lately, from what I have seen... I hope you show up soon. You will see that you no longer have control of the North as you expected. In the end, House Bolton has brought about its own ruin, and it will only be a matter of time until you find yourself with the other red kings, wondering why you were so foolish as to fantasize about possibilities for your life, when reality shows something completely different.

What did you expect by joining the Lannisters, Roose Bolton? Because my support I am certain it was not. Or do you see us as fools? Do you think we would not deal with traitors who play in the shadows just because Robb and I do not get along?

You met with our enemies and you will pay for it. To me, you are not someone who wanted to cut the crown from the North because you knew I would not accept it. You did it because you are greedy and expected to profit from it. But joining my other enemies—whom I hate even more than Robb's foolishness in placing a crown in the North—will certainly not save you.

The Boltons will never be the supreme lords of the North. I only wish you to know: soon, you will see that House Bolton will be nothing more than an extinct house in the North, and that the line of the red kings will cease to exist with the last Bolton—the fool who believed he could take the place of the Starks.']

Roose Bolton read the letter slowly, but soon burned it. If he was thinking anything about it, he hid it very well beneath his indifferent gaze.

Then he returned to giving orders to his men, while waiting for the arrival of his son, Ramsay Snow, to continue the plan of using Moat Cailin—taken by the ironborn—as a passage to the North.

The square of Torrhen's Square was dominated by the ironborn, while Dagmer Cleftjaw was in command, holding the castle that Theon had conquered and where he killed Benfred Tallhart himself.

At that time, Theon had not yet conquered Winterfell. Benfred had roared at Theon, calling him a wretched traitor and many other things, but he did not care and the battle took place, Benfred died during the fight.

After conquering Torrhen's Square, Theon placed several of his men in Tallhart uniforms and headed to Winterfell, where he managed to get inside.

Bran had even just foreseen this, but he was unable to stop it. When his dreams revealed Theon's true intentions, the gate had already been opened.

After Theon was captured, Dagmer Cleftjaw took command of Torrhen's Square, keeping the stronghold closed to any Northern force that tried to reclaim it.

This allowed them to spend the last moons quite peacefully there. They killed all the men and kept the women captive, using them as claimed salt wives.

Dagmer Cleftjaw looked satisfied that morning at his men from the window, maintaining control, occasionally going out to deal with some problems outside the castle and with scouts studying the region.

Then, he looked at his bed, and there was Berena Tallhart, a woman two moons pregnant, she was the wife of Leobald Tallhart, killed by the Boltons themselves while trying to take Winterfell, Dagmer ended up using her children as bargaining chips so that she would submit to warm his bed.

His eyes returned to the window once more. He heard some commotion as he saw men running in, shouting words he could not understand from the tower.

"What is this now?"

He turned his back and left the room, heading down to the lower part of the castle, when men already ran up to him.

"My lord, we have a problem," one of them said.

"What is it now?" Dagmer growled as he approached his men.

"It would be better if you went outside and spoke with the men. Some scouts found them… they said they came from the north. Something is happening… They talk about… the forest is hunting the ironborn, our men are uneasy..." the man muttered, while Dagmer raised an eyebrow.

"What are you talking about now, you idiot?" he replied, irritated.

"I am telling the truth, Dagmer. I only saw that the men who arrived were frightened. They found some survivors while patrolling. These men said they saw thousands of birds hunting as if they were animals."

"Thousands of birds hunting men? What kind of nonsense is that?" Dagmer mocked immediately, as he walked to the yard. In any case, he fell silent and left the castle through the main gate.

He found the men quite disturbed, while others who listened to the stories did not seem comfortable at all.

"What is this now?" he asked, approaching.

He could see three men kneeling on the ground, trembling.

"My lord… they were being hunted by all kinds of creatures…!" One of his men clearly seemed to believe this nonsense.

"Stop talking nonsense, let me see these men." Dagmer said at last, approaching those who were in the middle of the place.

It was obvious they had run there in desperation and with the smell of shit, they didn't even have time to stop and relieve themselves properly... They were also dirty, their clothes were filthy, hair disheveled, but they still carried the kraken symbol on their leather armor.

Some were injured, with an arm bleeding nonstop, shivering from the cold.

"We just came back from the north. We were with a small fleet that docked on the coast. We came to take the iron price. We attacked two villages located a bit outside the forest. We were going back to the ship when we were attacked by animals, my lord. We heard that a pack of thousands of wolves is killing other groups of ironborn. Then… thousands of birds attacked us. I managed to get a horse and flee along with my companions, but I saw our men being killed, screaming in pain. None of them must have survived."

Whispers began to spread through the place.

Dagmer clicked his tongue. "Do not speak nonsense. That cannot be possible."

The man kept trembling.

"I am telling the truth, my lord! I saw… I saw everything. They were hunting us as vengeance. It is the old gods, my lord! I knew attacking the North would anger them! We are far from the sea, we have no power here. The Drowned God cannot give us protection in the domains of the old gods!" He began to ramble.

"Silence! This is nonsense. You are telling me that birds attacked a group? I do not believe you, you fool." Dagmer growled. He could not allow these conversations to be whispered among his men.

"Call the maester to deal with this and give something to these men. They must have been attacked by men and gone mad," Dagmer mocked, as he turned his attention to his men, who seemed quite cautious.

"Look, I do not believe this nonsense. Do you really think birds suddenly decided to attack men?" he asked openly.

No one said anything, but they nodded cautiously.

Dagmer turned to his companions. "Now continue doing your work. I want you to send some men to investigate this in the north."

That certainly created some discomfort among the men, but no one disagreed.

Dagmer turned his attention to the castle and looked at the various women who were working. Many of them were pregnant, since the ironborn had taken them as salt wives.

There was a subtle look in them, as if they were satisfied with what they had heard.

"What are you looking at? Get back to work!" he growled. They went back to their work.

He then lifted his gaze upward and saw his salt wife, looking through the window. She should not have heard anything, but he did not like the look on her face.

'I think I'll go back to the room and fuck that cunt one more time.', Dagmer thought, with a malicious smile, tired of hearing things from madmen coming back from the north, as he returned inside the castle.

He was at the entrance when, suddenly, he began to hear a sound coming from the sky.

Several men at his side began to point upward, behind him.

Dagmer immediately turned around, also hearing the men screaming — those same ones who had arrived.

"They! It's the birds! They are coming!" shouted one of the men who came from the north, running from the yard while looking for any entrance into the castle to hide. His companions did the same.

The men — the ironborn — around the yard began to step back. Dagmer analyzed it and soon began to distinguish thousands of wings of all colors: white, black, gray, and other colors typical of the North.

He looked at it, incredulous. "What the fuck is this?" he cursed, unable to stop himself from feeling a certain fear.

The women, who carried baskets, clothes, and water, also stopped. They began to point and tremble, until their screams came, and they started to run.

His men also fell into panic.

Dagmer immediately tried to control the situation. "Whatever this is, it won't catch us off guard! Get bows!" he began to shout.

The men immediately started to follow his orders, grabbing bows left in various points of the yard and preparing arrows.

"Aim!" He saw dozens of them raising their bows to the sky, while the sound of the birds grew louder and louder — an irritating noise, like screams echoing.

Dagmer looked at the birds and then at the men with bows. He knew that would not be enough against so many animals.

Soon, he began to feel everyone around him trembling.

"I have to get out of here!" he muttered to himself.

"You! Give the order!" he said to one of his companions, beginning to retreat toward the castle.

"I will take care of the castle's defense!" Dagmer said, he seemed very afraid.

One of the ironborn simply dropped his bow and started to run seeing his commander fleeing. The others looked at each other. Two more did the same, fleeing toward the castle.

"What are you doing, you idiots?!" Dagmer shouted while running to the castle.

But he also did not stop running. He abandoned everything, leaving his men behind.

He ran inside.

"Close the gate! Close the gate!" Dagmer exclaimed as soon as he entered, while the doors were pushed shut.

The archers were soon left behind, along with several Northern women still trapped in the yard.

Everyone in the yard looked up in horror, passing over the walls at that moment, a rain of birds with furious sounds began to enter the castle. The men who stayed atop the wall did not even have time to react. Some jumped even knowing they would break their legs in the fall and some birds soon began to follow them.

"Shoot! Shoot!" shouted another ironborn who was with a hundred men with bows.

The arrows flew, hitting some of the flying animals — but they were only a few among thousands.

They quickly tried to reload, but the birds were already upon them.

Suddenly, they were all knocked to the ground.

Like a wave, the birds advanced, knocking down all the ironborn as they began to tear them apart with claws and beaks.

"AAAAAAAH!" The screams echoed throughout the place.

Other men tried to flee, but they were also caught. The women who could not escape were terrified, screaming, as the birds advanced.

They curled up on the ground, protecting their heads, expecting the attack like what was happening to those men. But the birds simply avoided them — passing by their sides and overhead.

None attacked the women. Unlike the ironborn, who were being massacred all over the yard.

They screamed in pain as their faces and exposed parts of their bodies were torn apart by the creatures' relentless attacks.

The gate was closed inside the castle, while Dagmer sighed, still able to hear the screams of the men outside.

Terror settled in.

The sound of pounding continued, men demanding to be let in, but the door had already been locked. Everyone looked at the wood with wide eyes.

On the other side, they heard men being torn apart. The sounds of the birds reached them there — screams, impacts, tearing. It even seemed like the creatures were trying to break through the door.

Dagmer swallowed dryly. He had never seen anything like it.

He regretted not believing the men who were now somewhere inside the castle, probably trembling in fear.

"The windows! Tell me you closed the windows!" someone shouted.

Dagmer immediately had a bad feeling.

He had not even remembered the damned windows.

And even if he had… there would not have been enough time to close them all before the birds arrived.

Then the sounds began to come from all sides… inside the castle.

Birds flying, they got in!

"This can't be…" Dagmer said, trembling. He did not want an end like those behind that door... He could not believe that everything would end like this.

"The old gods would never let your kind live!", a woman suddenly shouted.

Dagmer looked at her with anger.

"What did you say, peasant?" he growled.

The woman was pregnant, in a group of Northern women huddled in that entrance hall.

"Cursed be the seed your men put in me! I say I will never love this child, because I will never raise a child of an ironborn who killed my son and my husband!" she said with deep hatred.

Even being harsh, it was sincere. She would never love that child born from such a situation — from a people who murdered her family.

"And now," she continued, "the end is near. The old gods would not allow you, raiders, to keep doing what you want in the North. See… this is your punishment."

Dagmer approached her and slapped her.

"Shut up, you northern whore!" he growled.

She fell to the ground, but did not cry. Instead… she began to laugh.

"Hahahaha! Do you hear the birds? They are getting closer and closer… and none of you will survive after this," she snarled, laughing like a madwoman. "I may even die with you… but I will be happy to see you torn apart."

"Look at you—", he began to say.

But suddenly, a large number of birds began to come out of one of the corridors and gather on the ceiling of the entrance area.

"Formation!" he shouted.

But what formation could withstand that?

His men did not even pay attention.

They simply began to run, abandoning everything, leaving Dagmer behind, stunned.

He raised his gaze.

And saw.

A mass of birds gathering on the ceiling, growing larger and larger...

In the next instant, they advanced. Dagmer barely had time to react before being struck, thrown to the ground by the force of dozens of birds attacking at once.

He felt his face being torn apart. He felt his eyes being ripped out, his nose practically disappearing, his teeth being pulled out as they cut into his gums along with his lips, and even the beaks invading his throat.

Dagmer felt everything. He was being devoured.

And the sensation was horrible... He could only feel fear and pray, pray that all that pain would end...

He could barely hear, but his men were in the same state. The sound of the birds echoed everywhere, along with screams being quickly silenced as they were consumed.

His eyes were already being devoured by one of the beaks when he died.

All that remained was an unrecognizable face — nothing but destroyed flesh. The man even had part of his brain exposed and partially pecked through the opening where his eyes had once been.

The woman who had provoked Dagmer kept laughing, delighting in their deaths and their screams, she somehow expected to be devoured, to leave that hell they had put her in, to see her family die before her eyes and be forced to lie day after day in the bed of her husband and son's killers... but soon she realized something.

The birds did not attack her, nor the other Northern women.

But for the ironborn… it was pure terror.

The entire castle began to be consumed by the birds, which moved through corridors, windows, and every corner, hunting each of the invaders.

Some, completely unaware of what had been happening since morning, were still locked in rooms with their salt wives — women kept by force.

Suddenly, they heard knocking at the door. The man got up, stunned.

"What the hell is this?" he muttered upon hearing a strange sound coming from the door, as if there were thousands of crows on the other side, something bizarre, and the ironborn wanted to know what it was.

He unlocked and opened the door.

In the next instant, he was attacked.

The birds struck him directly, tearing his flesh while he had nothing to defend himself with. He only screamed and used his hands to try to push away the birds mutilating him.

The woman woke to the screams. And saw the man being consumed before her eyes, while the room was filled with blood.

Thus, Torrhen's Square became the first major place to fall victim to the animals of the Wolfswood.

No ironborn survived that day.

Only corpses were left behind by the birds.

More than six hundred men had been killed in horrific ways. No face was recognizable — all had been devoured.

And that day would become known.

'The Wrath of the Wings of the North.'

A story that would be told throughout all of Westeros.

'When the ironborn decided to attack the North… the North finally answered. But not with its men.

But with the forest itself.

In about half an hour, six hundred men were killed. Only a few birds fell, struck by the weapons they tried to use against them — without success.'

No ironborn could handle dozens of those creatures falling upon them at the same time.

That would become a reminder for the next thousands of years.

Many would say it was a warning about the fools who tried to profane the North and its women… until the gods themselves intervened.

Others would say something different.

That when Jon saw what had happened in Torrhen's Square, he felt such disgust… that he began the massacre, controlling all those birds.

The second version would be the most appropriate, because Jon truly saw what was happening in Torrhen's Square.

He saw all those pregnant women, forced to lie every day with those raiders, calling them whores and forcing them into all kinds of perversion and orgies among them. Many had seen their children die — the same thing that happened on Bear Island.

But in Torrhen's Square, this became even more evident. Many carried the seed of their children's killers, growing in their wombs.

So, there was no mercy.

Jon simply massacred them. He was determined, the people of the Iron Islands would know no mercy or honor...

With a single order, he purged all those people from Torrhen's Square, leaving only those who were not ironborn alive, among hundreds of faceless corpses...

At the same time, Jon Arctic himself was on the deck of the ship, seated, maintaining a serious expression.

He saw only what his birds had done.

After finishing the task, they returned to the forest.

Jon turned his gaze to the horizon at that moment, he had something else to pay attention to.

Quickly, he connected with other birds.

He saw Bleufire and Phoenix flying over the archipelago of the Iron Islands.

The fleet was not very far anymore.

The next day, they would finally reach the first islands of the ironborn.

Pyke would soon be among them.

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