3rd person POV
Bone and brain exploded from the force of the
blow, the boarish man was dead before pain even registered.
The remaining troupe looked at Ivar in stunned silence, some took a step back, others started to sweat. Keenly realizing that they might die today.
Ivar however, rolled his neck and cracked his fingers "come on, yah cunts." Ivar opened his arms as if to invite the first fool to try.
And a fool did try, gaunt, pale, and screaming with yellow and missing teeth. Wielding an Iron sword that looked more like dung with how rusted it is.
He swung, Ivar didn't even moved. Catching his attacker's arm and giving him a back hand so strong it snapped his neck. The fool crumpled like twigs beneath the snow covered crevasses, slowly sliding into the gaping maw of the mountain.
Body and soul never leaving it for all time.
Ivar smirked and said "Who's next?"
Just before and arrow struck his left eye
Helga POV
Giants dung. This is such a shit, fucking sight. Helga the shadow claw, pinned down by three dickless cunts.
'I should have stabbed the bastard, not threw the only fucking weapon I have!'
I am livid, stupid rabbit fucking bastard all on top of me. Try as I might, I am not as strong as old Nose bitter. I struggle, I thrash, but all good that did me is a punch to the face.
"Fucking stay still yah bitch! You'll get your fun when we get back to camp" said one of the shits.
My head swam, I saw the stars and the world grew black for a moment. The pain.
"Ain't she a fine whore... Right Amund?" Said another, I felt his cold as shit hand grouping my left breast.
"She'll make a fine bed warmer, until she breaks Hahaha!" Amund laughed, his hand holding up my hair as he forced me to look at him.
Balding, yellowing teeth with some missing, with a breath not even flies would dare land on looked at me.
I spat in his eyes.
"Gah! You bitch!"
I felt another blow, this time it was in the stomach. I can't breathe shit, I'm blacking out... Fuck, Meron... Merica... sven...
Darkness fully engulfed me.
Sven POV
'Shit, shit, shit! How the hell did they sneak behind us?!'
I looked ahead of me, two dead bodies, one holding little Merica and Meron being held down by a damn shadowcat.
'Fuck, how many beast thus this warg has?!'
"You are a good archer boy... You and this beast in the form of a child killed my men, I will give you mercy for the strength you have shown"
The damn warg gestures towards his shadowcat.
"Take the boy and leave" he said, he's not like the other wargs I have seen. Hell not like any free folk either.
He wore what looked like a crows cloak, black and with a leather clasps. Beneath it was actual steel armor, how in the hells he got it this far North I have no idea.
Not just that, he orders beast as easily as Thanes and chiefs orders men.
"You... You are no Free folk"
Ge quirked his brow, looking at himself "Quiet observant archer, no, I am no wilding"
That did it, no Free folk calls themselves after what Southerners calls us.
"Why are you here? This far North?" I asked, hoping to stall until I can think of a plan to save Merica and Meron.
the man, holding Merica by the arm. Her cheek having a visible bruise that made me clench my teeth, hummed.
"Hmm" His gaze became glassy, then back to the coal black they were.
"Ivar Redbeard, it is fortunate and unfortunate to meet him. Such a warrior that can threaten the Starks is a boon to any Lord to have him. Shame that the arrows covering him like rain will be the end of him" he spoke blandly.
"No!"
Merica started to squirm again "Grandpa won't, he won't die!"
"Silence girl" another blow, I grit my teeth again.
"Stop! Don't hurt her, she hasn't done you wrong!" I yelled, Merica is kind, good, better that all of us. She doesn't deserve this, any of this.
The man looked at me, then to Meron, who was glaring at him with such anger and hate that I flinched.
"Let. Her. Go" Meron said, between gasp and mouth dripping with blood.
The man just smiled wider "Hah... And here I thought I was merely lucky to have come across children with the look of a Stark... But that savagery, that gaze... Ha! I might actually found children of some lost start bastard!"
I froze at that, recalling a rumor that Nose Bitter claimed a Stark bastar as his own. But... That can't be right, a Stark would rather kill themselves then let a Free folk to even lay with them.
"Who... Are you" I said
The man smirked, cruel, mad, his pale skin looked even more like a corpse "I am Theon Snow, Bastard son of the leach lord of the Dredfort."
Pulling Merica's arm, rasing her like a damn trophy "And I seek this girl to bare me children, so I can claim the throne of the winter kings for myself"
Mad. This bastard is mad, insane!
"Merica is no Stark! Her mother and father are both born north of the wall!" I argued, shit what do I do, what do I... A dagger, a dagger just a step away from me. Being hidden by a rock from the bastards gaze.
Theon the bastard scoffed "she is Stark enough, now I is time for you to choos. Kneel and accept my mercy to take the boy? Or I kill you both now."
Meron POV
Helpless, weak... Fucking useless! I should have known, I should have seen the bastards ambush!
If the Bastard Theon just didn't have this shadowcat I would have killed him too.
But no, I was pinned, injured and forced to watch as Sven, the snivelling coward that he is. Kneel to Theon the Bastard.
Wasn't he fond of Merica too? Didn't he care for her? Treated her like kin, a sister, a friend?
Then why... Why are you kneeling to this cunt?! Why are you letting him get away with Merica? With Helga? Our grandfather is dying and you're about to runaway?!
I started to struggle, fight, to do anything but give in to Theon's demand! Our gazes met, And with my eyes alone I conveyed my hate, anger and betrayal of what he is doing.
As he knelt, his head bowed, hand reaching for the ground like the groveling worm he is.
Then, Sven's arm blurred, then someone screamed. And the weight of the shadowcat atop me was gone.
"GO MERON! TAKE MERICA AND RUN!"
I was moving before I realized what was happening, Merica's hand in mine as we ran. I risked a look back and only saw Sven dodging the shadowcats pounce, only for a hawk to swoop down and clawed his eyes.
His screams as my Sister and I fled further up the mountain echoed like the haunted forest.
And I couldn't help feel the shame of doubting Sven.
??? person POV
I can feel it, strangers have come to my mountain, my Heart forge to spill blood once again.
The billow of the artic wind buffeted my face as I emerged deep within the heart of the mountain, the mountain echoed with sorrow, as I gaze down the summit.
Children, running, hurt.
Beyond them I saw pursuers, beasts and a man.
Flame and stone rumble as the mountain shook at my command, The mountain Is me and the I the mountain.
The Ram of the forge, maker and destroyer both.
I descend my home, to meet this nuisance that dare harm within my sight.