Chapter 55: ' Wicked Game '
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Chapter 55: ' Wicked Game '
Hello everyone here is a chapter that I hope you will enjoy.
Happy reading.
P.S.
Watch out for comments with soundtracks.
They might be useful in this chapter.
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POV: Denys Drumm;
Battlefield Bear Island.
About three minutes after a wall of fire split the camp in half.
Denys and 800 of House Drumm's best men, were sixty feet from the wall of fire.
The wall had already reached six feet in height.
Because of the flames and the black smoke they were generating, there was virtually no view of the camp.
Only clangs of metal and desperate screams could be heard.
A rain of arrows, thick and constant, prevented the entire group from taking a single step forward.
'But how could they have created such a wall! Even if they had launched barrels loaded with oil, they couldn't be that accurate!' Denys thought rightly.
The admiral of the Iron Fleet, did not know that the night before, about forty men disguised as ironmen, taking advantage of the darkness and pretending to be ironborn corpses, silently crawled halfway across the field, slowly distributing evenly on the ground: dry twigs, chopped pieces and coal dust, sprinkling everything with gallons of oil...
The catapult had mostly helped to intensify the fire on several key points.
"My Lord! We cannot advance! The heat is too intense!
We must wait for the fire to die out naturally." Said a captain holding his shield up high.
"Throw all the water you can get!
We can't afford to lose those men!" Denys ordered.
"My lord...we have already lost twenty men!
The rain of arrows is too impetuous now, Admiral.
They'll soon run out of them! We'll have to..." An iron backhand smashed a lip and broke one of the captain's teeth.
"IDIOT! LOOK!
THOSE ARE OUR ARROWS!!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND NOW!?
THEY CAN KEEP SHOOTING FOR AT LEAST AN HOUR!
PUT OUT THOSE FLAMES!!!" Roared Denys.
"WATCH OUT!!!", "SDURSDHH!", "BOOMM!", "SWAAMMP!".
An explosion of fire sent all the front rows backward...
The catapult continued to feed the flaming wall in multiple places with barrels of oil.
"UUARRGHH!", "PUT IT OUT!!! HELP ME!!!"
At least five men were starting to catch fire from spatters of burning oil.
'A CATAPULT!
BADNESS!
...Wait...no! that's not possible.
They didn't have time to build it...
This should be at most the second day they are here...
It would take at least 3 or 4 days...and they couldn't have transported it.' Thought Denys blaming himself for not thinking of it right away.
He looked over his shoulder in the direction of the harbor.
'Watt! Take four men and get to the docks right away!
Check that all is well and report any anomalies to me!
Am I clear?!" Said Denys to one of his officers.
"Yes, Admiral!" Watt began to embark on his three-hour march at a brisk pace.
'If it's true that I've been here for more than a day...then that means reinforcements will be here sooner than we thought!
If we lost all 3 battalions in that field...
We would not have enough men for our fleet!
I can't call up more men from the ships. I only have 2,100 more men with me...' Reflected the admiral.
The longships of the Iron Fleet were among the best ships in Westeros, but they required good seamen to maneuver.
A ship needed at least 30 able-bodied men to steer it without compromising speed, maneuverability, and navigational safety...
Denys had left 1,300 men in the harbor and taken 4,000 of the entire fleet with him, if they lost those three battalions of 1,500 men in full, his fleet would already have a shortage of men.
For the first time since the day his father put him in charge, Denys seriously considered withdrawing from the Island, accepting defeat, and cutting his losses...
If his hypothesis was correct, the situation of this army was more desperate than they could have imagined...
End POV.
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POV: Dacey Mormont;
Battlefield, Bear Island.
About a minute after the Army General gave the order to attack...
Dacey had succeeded...
She had persuaded her mother, Lady Maege Mormont, castellan of the Isle and head of the Mormont army forces, to let her participate in this battle.
It would be her first real fight...
Although Dacey had dreamed of this moment for years, she was afraid. The horrors of war poured against her like a speeding train.
Blood everywhere, amputated limbs, viscera, corpses, and a foul smell that would break your breath and induce you to vomit whatever she had eaten in the last week.
This was not how she imagined her first battle to be...
Until yesterday, her mother was adamantly opposed to the issue. Then that morning she suddenly changed her mind.
Dacey would be able to take the field along with the 350 Mormont warriors, but on the condition that she would always be placed in the back rows.
What she found strange was that a member of the Tallhart unit, whom Dacey recognized as Deputy Commander William, never let her out of his sight.
William was her shadow.
The fight had already begun; Dacey was still 40 feet from the nearest enemy.
She hoped he would be able to contribute to the fight. She wasn't going to let the men in her family suffer alone.
In these two days, Dacey was more confused than ever...
Her mother had told her that all those battle plans and defensive strategies, were Duncan's doing.
At first, the girl didn't want to believe it, but more and more people were praising 'Bloody Snow' with conviction.
The first victory had been epic.
Four hundred ironmen killed without suffering a single loss...
Not even in fairy tales could such an achievement be found.
The voice of the first victory echoed throughout the caves and reached the Mormont people. Hope flared up like a fire giving strength and possibility to the whole camp.
Her mother, Maege, didn't even blink an eye after hearing Commander Gellert's proposal of attack...
' Gellert...' Dacey found that man from the North...no that Warrior from the North, quite fascinating...
Every part of him, especially his voice, conveyed strength and confidence. She blushed like a little princess she so disparaged, in the presence of that statue made of flesh and charisma...
Too bad he wasn't of noble origins...
Her mother had been clear that in the future she would have to marry a noble party from the North.
In any case, young Dacey, couldn't even get young Lord Tallhart out of her mind...
She'd been trying hard to find him for the past four days, but the white-haired ghost had been slipping through her hands like fog...
The first three days Dacey was looking for him just to pick a fight with him, but yesterday... Yesterday the girl would have wanted to seek him out to apologize...
Dacey felt guilty for falsely accusing him of being a coward. To be precise a ' coward who would run away from danger by letting others deal with the problems of the North'.
All anyone could do was say how brave, Lord Tallhart was to fight on the front lines among his men...
To Dacey, that rumor seemed exaggerated, but she did not doubt that Bloody Snow was present along with the unit called 'Winters Guardian' during the fight.
She had seen him in passing, a hundred feet away, marching with his unit to head to camp that morning...
The boy might have fought like a wuss but even Dacey had to admit that Duncan was risking a lot more than she was, that until yesterday she wasn't allowed out of the wooden palisades...
'Will he be in the field right now, too?' The girl's thoughts were interrupted by a shout.
'ATTENTION! HE'S HEADING FOR LADY DACEY! PROTECT YOUR LADY!" Shouted a captain of the Mormont garrison as he crossed swords with ironmen.
"UUUAAARGH! DIE NORTHERN BITCH!!!" A madman armed with a two-handed ax was running towards her.
Dacey was ready, wielding her mace and shield, wearing her helmet and custom-made split armor.
"He's mine!" Said the girl with a determined look.
Before the man cleaved the first blow, two throwing knives penetrated his right thigh and left arm, noticeably distracting the warrior.
Dacey didn't let this opportunity pass her by, deflected the now inaccurate blow with her shield, and cleaved a heavy, accurate club blow across his opponent's knee.
"How many, Gellert...
How many brethren have we lost?" The army general asked as he closed his eyes.
"...Four, my lord...
Ronald, Jonathan, Ethan and...Jeremy, General." The last name was a stronger stab in both of their hearts.
For Duncan because he had spoken to Jeremy less than two hours ago and fought alongside him the entire first night...
During the wait leading up to the first fight, Jeremy told his general about all his experiences conquering the maidens of the North, trying his best to bestow advice on his general regarding women...
It was worse for Gellert; Jeremy was one of his closest and most trusted companions. One of his best friends who had always been at his side supporting him in all his trials and choices...
The two leaders stood in silence with their eyes closed for more than a minute. Then Duncan spoke.
"The injured? Someone in need of 'extreme' care?".
"No my lord, fortunately, we have only one seriously wounded, but the first healer says he will be fine and back to full strength within a month at the latest," Gellert replied with a very small nod of relief.
"As soon as I can, I will accelerate the treatments.
Gellert...
Make sure the bodies of our comrades are treated as 'treasures of the North'...
They must reach their families in a monumental state." Bloody Snow.
"Yes, General. You have my word." Duncan nodded and walked away going to mourn his men, friends, and comrades in his way.
End POV.
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POV: A Northern Orphan.
Allied Camp, Bear Island.
About five minutes after 347 brothers began to mourn and honor four of their comrades...
The seven-year-old girl, couldn't tear herself away from the cold, bloody body lying on fur blankets just behind a wooden defensive fence.
She kept crying and desperately shouting the same phrase:
"Father! Father! Wake up!!! Get up, please...sigh...sigh...PLEASE!!!"
The poor inhabitant of Bear Island, now without a surviving family member. continued to futilely shake the helpless body of the valiant soldier of House Mormont, who had died in combat along with 72 other of his fellow soldiers...
An assistant healer tried again to comfort the little girl by trying to pull her away from the blood-soaked body.
"NO! DON'T TOUCH ME! NOO YOU WILL TAKE MY FATHER AWAY FROM ME!
LEAVE ME!" Screamed the little girl in panic and fury.
"Calm down baby, I'm not trying to hurt you. I'm just trying to help you." Calmly replied the young would-be healer.
A figure, noticing the sad scene, approached the little girl placing mana on the young helper's shoulder.
"I'll take care of it, you go and take care of the other injured." Said an eleven-year-old.
"Yes, my lord. Thank you, my lord." The boy bowed and walked away from the spot.
"Hello, little northern warrior.
My name is Duncan, may I know your name?" The boy asked as he introduced himself.
The little girl was shocked for a moment by this presence with white hair and blood-soaked clothes.
For a while she was scared, but then she realized that she too was stained with blood...after a few seconds, she answered.
"Minny...
Minny daughter of Boros...sigh..." Minny replied pulling her nose up.
"Minny, nice to make your acquaintance...
Minny, you seem like an experienced maiden who knows about love affairs.
Could I ask you for some advice? You know there's a girl I like, but I don't know how to talk to her...
Will you help me out, Minny?" The boy asked making a sad but funny face.
"...A girl?
And who is she?" The little girl was distracted for a moment, intrigued by the unusual and intriguing request.
"Well, I'll show her to you if you take a walk with me.
Care to join me, Minny?" Duncan offered his hand to the little girl.
Minny thought about it for a moment...and then grabbed the hand, breaking away from that cold body for the first time in over ten minutes.
About two minutes later...
Duncan noticed an object in the corner, near what appeared to be its owner.
He approached the owner holding Minny's hand.
"Excuse me, is that your lute?" Duncan.
"Huh?...Yes, my lord!" Replied a young Northern minstrel...
"Could I borrow it for a while? I promise not to spoil it." Duncan.
"Of course, my lord. Do as you wish." The minstrel.
"Thank you." The boy took the instrument and sat down on a boulder.
"Minny, I may have found a way.
A good friend of mine named Jeremy once advised me to sing a song to win a maiden's heart.
Could you please listen to it and tell me if she might like it?" Duncan.
"YES! Yes! A song!!!" The little girl almost jumped to her feet in elation. Minny loved songs.
"Ahah...Okay...make sure Minny you have to be honest...
Urgh mmm, Laaaa...Yes, Okay.
I'm ready..." Minny sat on the floor cross-legged.
"What's it called?
What's the title?" Minny.
"Oh right...
I won't lie to you Minny, the song isn't my creation...
Let's just say I heard it sung by a very good Bard a long time ago.
The title is [ Wicked Game ]...and it goes like this:
'...Musical Intro...Intro...'
The world was on fire and no one could save me but you
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do
I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you
And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you
No, I don't wanna fall in love...
No, I don't wanna fall in love
With you...
With you...
What a wicked game you play, to make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you
What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way
What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you
And I don't wanna fall in love
No, I don't wanna fall in love
With you
With you
The world was on fire and no one could save me but you
Strange what desire will make foolish people do
I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you
And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you
No, I don't wanna fall in love
No, I don't wanna fall in love
With you
With you
No, I
Nobody loves no one
....."
Duncan continued to repeat these verses while playing the lute for over four minutes, closing his eyes and focusing only on the notes and his voice.
He had no idea that a crowd of over one hundred people was approaching that corner to hear the song better.
Duncan was so exhausted and dejected by the course of events, that he didn't even notice that a twelve-year-old girl had been stalking and spying on him for almost an hour.
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Chapter 55: ' Wicked Game '
Hello everyone here is a chapter that I hope you will enjoy.
Happy reading.
P.S.
Watch out for comments with soundtracks.
They might be useful in this chapter.
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POV: Denys Drumm;
Battlefield Bear Island.
About three minutes after a wall of fire split the camp in half.
Denys and 800 of House Drumm's best men, were sixty feet from the wall of fire.
The wall had already reached six feet in height.
Because of the flames and the black smoke they were generating, there was virtually no view of the camp.
Only clangs of metal and desperate screams could be heard.
A rain of arrows, thick and constant, prevented the entire group from taking a single step forward.
'But how could they have created such a wall! Even if they had launched barrels loaded with oil, they couldn't be that accurate!' Denys thought rightly.
The admiral of the Iron Fleet, did not know that the night before, about forty men disguised as ironmen, taking advantage of the darkness and pretending to be ironborn corpses, silently crawled halfway across the field, slowly distributing evenly on the ground: dry twigs, chopped pieces and coal dust, sprinkling everything with gallons of oil...
The catapult had mostly helped to intensify the fire on several key points.
"My Lord! We cannot advance! The heat is too intense!
We must wait for the fire to die out naturally." Said a captain holding his shield up high.
"Throw all the water you can get!
We can't afford to lose those men!" Denys ordered.
"My lord...we have already lost twenty men!
The rain of arrows is too impetuous now, Admiral.
They'll soon run out of them! We'll have to..." An iron backhand smashed a lip and broke one of the captain's teeth.
"IDIOT! LOOK!
THOSE ARE OUR ARROWS!!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND NOW!?
THEY CAN KEEP SHOOTING FOR AT LEAST AN HOUR!
PUT OUT THOSE FLAMES!!!" Roared Denys.
"WATCH OUT!!!", "SDURSDHH!", "BOOMM!", "SWAAMMP!".
An explosion of fire sent all the front rows backward...
The catapult continued to feed the flaming wall in multiple places with barrels of oil.
"UUARRGHH!", "PUT IT OUT!!! HELP ME!!!"
At least five men were starting to catch fire from spatters of burning oil.
'A CATAPULT!
BADNESS!
...Wait...no! that's not possible.
They didn't have time to build it...
This should be at most the second day they are here...
It would take at least 3 or 4 days...and they couldn't have transported it.' Thought Denys blaming himself for not thinking of it right away.
He looked over his shoulder in the direction of the harbor.
'Watt! Take four men and get to the docks right away!
Check that all is well and report any anomalies to me!
Am I clear?!" Said Denys to one of his officers.
"Yes, Admiral!" Watt began to embark on his three-hour march at a brisk pace.
'If it's true that I've been here for more than a day...then that means reinforcements will be here sooner than we thought!
If we lost all 3 battalions in that field...
We would not have enough men for our fleet!
I can't call up more men from the ships. I only have 2,100 more men with me...' Reflected the admiral.
The longships of the Iron Fleet were among the best ships in Westeros, but they required good seamen to maneuver.
A ship needed at least 30 able-bodied men to steer it without compromising speed, maneuverability, and navigational safety...
Denys had left 1,300 men in the harbor and taken 4,000 of the entire fleet with him, if they lost those three battalions of 1,500 men in full, his fleet would already have a shortage of men.
For the first time since the day his father put him in charge, Denys seriously considered withdrawing from the Island, accepting defeat, and cutting his losses...
If his hypothesis was correct, the situation of this army was more desperate than they could have imagined...
End POV.
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POV: Dacey Mormont;
Battlefield, Bear Island.
About a minute after the Army General gave the order to attack...
Dacey had succeeded...
She had persuaded her mother, Lady Maege Mormont, castellan of the Isle and head of the Mormont army forces, to let her participate in this battle.
It would be her first real fight...
Although Dacey had dreamed of this moment for years, she was afraid. The horrors of war poured against her like a speeding train.
Blood everywhere, amputated limbs, viscera, corpses, and a foul smell that would break your breath and induce you to vomit whatever she had eaten in the last week.
This was not how she imagined her first battle to be...
Until yesterday, her mother was adamantly opposed to the issue. Then that morning she suddenly changed her mind.
Dacey would be able to take the field along with the 350 Mormont warriors, but on the condition that she would always be placed in the back rows.
What she found strange was that a member of the Tallhart unit, whom Dacey recognized as Deputy Commander William, never let her out of his sight.
William was her shadow.
The fight had already begun; Dacey was still 40 feet from the nearest enemy.
She hoped he would be able to contribute to the fight. She wasn't going to let the men in her family suffer alone.
In these two days, Dacey was more confused than ever...
Her mother had told her that all those battle plans and defensive strategies, were Duncan's doing.
At first, the girl didn't want to believe it, but more and more people were praising 'Bloody Snow' with conviction.
The first victory had been epic.
Four hundred ironmen killed without suffering a single loss...
Not even in fairy tales could such an achievement be found.
The voice of the first victory echoed throughout the caves and reached the Mormont people. Hope flared up like a fire giving strength and possibility to the whole camp.
Her mother, Maege, didn't even blink an eye after hearing Commander Gellert's proposal of attack...
' Gellert...' Dacey found that man from the North...no that Warrior from the North, quite fascinating...
Every part of him, especially his voice, conveyed strength and confidence. She blushed like a little princess she so disparaged, in the presence of that statue made of flesh and charisma...
Too bad he wasn't of noble origins...
Her mother had been clear that in the future she would have to marry a noble party from the North.
In any case, young Dacey, couldn't even get young Lord Tallhart out of her mind...
She'd been trying hard to find him for the past four days, but the white-haired ghost had been slipping through her hands like fog...
The first three days Dacey was looking for him just to pick a fight with him, but yesterday... Yesterday the girl would have wanted to seek him out to apologize...
Dacey felt guilty for falsely accusing him of being a coward. To be precise a ' coward who would run away from danger by letting others deal with the problems of the North'.
All anyone could do was say how brave, Lord Tallhart was to fight on the front lines among his men...
To Dacey, that rumor seemed exaggerated, but she did not doubt that Bloody Snow was present along with the unit called 'Winters Guardian' during the fight.
She had seen him in passing, a hundred feet away, marching with his unit to head to camp that morning...
The boy might have fought like a wuss but even Dacey had to admit that Duncan was risking a lot more than she was, that until yesterday she wasn't allowed out of the wooden palisades...
'Will he be in the field right now, too?' The girl's thoughts were interrupted by a shout.
'ATTENTION! HE'S HEADING FOR LADY DACEY! PROTECT YOUR LADY!" Shouted a captain of the Mormont garrison as he crossed swords with ironmen.
"UUUAAARGH! DIE NORTHERN BITCH!!!" A madman armed with a two-handed ax was running towards her.
Dacey was ready, wielding her mace and shield, wearing her helmet and custom-made split armor.
"He's mine!" Said the girl with a determined look.
Before the man cleaved the first blow, two throwing knives penetrated his right thigh and left arm, noticeably distracting the warrior.
Dacey didn't let this opportunity pass her by, deflected the now inaccurate blow with her shield, and cleaved a heavy, accurate club blow across his opponent's knee.
"How many, Gellert...
How many brethren have we lost?" The army general asked as he closed his eyes.
"...Four, my lord...
Ronald, Jonathan, Ethan and...Jeremy, General." The last name was a stronger stab in both of their hearts.
For Duncan because he had spoken to Jeremy less than two hours ago and fought alongside him the entire first night...
During the wait leading up to the first fight, Jeremy told his general about all his experiences conquering the maidens of the North, trying his best to bestow advice on his general regarding women...
It was worse for Gellert; Jeremy was one of his closest and most trusted companions. One of his best friends who had always been at his side supporting him in all his trials and choices...
The two leaders stood in silence with their eyes closed for more than a minute. Then Duncan spoke.
"The injured? Someone in need of 'extreme' care?".
"No my lord, fortunately, we have only one seriously wounded, but the first healer says he will be fine and back to full strength within a month at the latest," Gellert replied with a very small nod of relief.
"As soon as I can, I will accelerate the treatments.
Gellert...
Make sure the bodies of our comrades are treated as 'treasures of the North'...
They must reach their families in a monumental state." Bloody Snow.
"Yes, General. You have my word." Duncan nodded and walked away going to mourn his men, friends, and comrades in his way.
End POV.
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POV: A Northern Orphan.
Allied Camp, Bear Island.
About five minutes after 347 brothers began to mourn and honor four of their comrades...
The seven-year-old girl, couldn't tear herself away from the cold, bloody body lying on fur blankets just behind a wooden defensive fence.
She kept crying and desperately shouting the same phrase:
"Father! Father! Wake up!!! Get up, please...sigh...sigh...PLEASE!!!"
The poor inhabitant of Bear Island, now without a surviving family member. continued to futilely shake the helpless body of the valiant soldier of House Mormont, who had died in combat along with 72 other of his fellow soldiers...
An assistant healer tried again to comfort the little girl by trying to pull her away from the blood-soaked body.
"NO! DON'T TOUCH ME! NOO YOU WILL TAKE MY FATHER AWAY FROM ME!
LEAVE ME!" Screamed the little girl in panic and fury.
"Calm down baby, I'm not trying to hurt you. I'm just trying to help you." Calmly replied the young would-be healer.
A figure, noticing the sad scene, approached the little girl placing mana on the young helper's shoulder.
"I'll take care of it, you go and take care of the other injured." Said an eleven-year-old.
"Yes, my lord. Thank you, my lord." The boy bowed and walked away from the spot.
"Hello, little northern warrior.
My name is Duncan, may I know your name?" The boy asked as he introduced himself.
The little girl was shocked for a moment by this presence with white hair and blood-soaked clothes.
For a while she was scared, but then she realized that she too was stained with blood...after a few seconds, she answered.
"Minny...
Minny daughter of Boros...sigh..." Minny replied pulling her nose up.
"Minny, nice to make your acquaintance...
Minny, you seem like an experienced maiden who knows about love affairs.
Could I ask you for some advice? You know there's a girl I like, but I don't know how to talk to her...
Will you help me out, Minny?" The boy asked making a sad but funny face.
"...A girl?
And who is she?" The little girl was distracted for a moment, intrigued by the unusual and intriguing request.
"Well, I'll show her to you if you take a walk with me.
Care to join me, Minny?" Duncan offered his hand to the little girl.
Minny thought about it for a moment...and then grabbed the hand, breaking away from that cold body for the first time in over ten minutes.
About two minutes later...
Duncan noticed an object in the corner, near what appeared to be its owner.
He approached the owner holding Minny's hand.
"Excuse me, is that your lute?" Duncan.
"Huh?...Yes, my lord!" Replied a young Northern minstrel...
"Could I borrow it for a while? I promise not to spoil it." Duncan.
"Of course, my lord. Do as you wish." The minstrel.
"Thank you." The boy took the instrument and sat down on a boulder.
"Minny, I may have found a way.
A good friend of mine named Jeremy once advised me to sing a song to win a maiden's heart.
Could you please listen to it and tell me if she might like it?" Duncan.
"YES! Yes! A song!!!" The little girl almost jumped to her feet in elation. Minny loved songs.
"Ahah...Okay...make sure Minny you have to be honest...
Urgh mmm, Laaaa...Yes, Okay.
I'm ready..." Minny sat on the floor cross-legged.
"What's it called?
What's the title?" Minny.
"Oh right...
I won't lie to you Minny, the song isn't my creation...
Let's just say I heard it sung by a very good Bard a long time ago.
The title is [ Wicked Game ]...and it goes like this:
'...Musical Intro...Intro...'
The world was on fire and no one could save me but you
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do
I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you
And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you
No, I don't wanna fall in love...
No, I don't wanna fall in love
With you...
With you...
What a wicked game you play, to make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you
What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way
What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you
And I don't wanna fall in love
No, I don't wanna fall in love
With you
With you
The world was on fire and no one could save me but you
Strange what desire will make foolish people do
I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you
And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you
No, I don't wanna fall in love
No, I don't wanna fall in love
With you
With you
No, I
Nobody loves no one
....."
Duncan continued to repeat these verses while playing the lute for over four minutes, closing his eyes and focusing only on the notes and his voice.
He had no idea that a crowd of over one hundred people was approaching that corner to hear the song better.
Duncan was so exhausted and dejected by the course of events, that he didn't even notice that a twelve-year-old girl had been stalking and spying on him for almost an hour.
Chapter 55: ' Wicked Game 'Hello everyone here is a chapter that I hope you will enjoy. Happy reading. P.S. Watch out for comments with soundtracks. They might be useful in this chapter. --------------- POV: Denys Drumm; Battlefield Bear Island. About three minutes after a wall of fire split the camp in half. Denys and 800 of House Drumm's best men, were sixty feet from the wall of fire. The wall had already reached six feet in height. Because of the flames and the black smoke they were generating, there was virtually no view of the camp. Only clangs of metal and desperate screams could be heard. A rain of arrows, thick and constant, prevented the entire group from taking a single step forward. 'But how could they have created such a wall! Even if they had launched barrels loaded with oil, they couldn't be that accurate!' Denys thought rightly. The admiral of the Iron Fleet, did not know that the night before, about forty men disguised as ironmen, taking advantage of the darkness and pretending to be ironborn corpses, silently crawled halfway across the field, slowly distributing evenly on the ground: dry twigs, chopped pieces and coal dust, sprinkling everything with gallons of oil... The catapult had mostly helped to intensify the fire on several key points. "My Lord! We cannot advance! The heat is too intense! We must wait for the fire to die out naturally." Said a captain holding his shield up high. "Throw all the water you can get! We can't afford to lose those men!" Denys ordered. "My lord...we have already lost twenty men! The rain of arrows is too impetuous now, Admiral. They'll soon run out of them! We'll have to..." An iron backhand smashed a lip and broke one of the captain's teeth. "IDIOT! LOOK! THOSE ARE OUR ARROWS!!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND NOW!? THEY CAN KEEP SHOOTING FOR AT LEAST AN HOUR! PUT OUT THOSE FLAMES!!!" Roared Denys. "WATCH OUT!!!", "SDURSDHH!", "BOOMM!", "SWAAMMP!". An explosion of fire sent all the front rows backward... The catapult continued to feed the flaming wall in multiple places with barrels of oil. "UUARRGHH!", "PUT IT OUT!!! HELP ME!!!" At least five men were starting to catch fire from spatters of burning oil. 'A CATAPULT! BADNESS! ...Wait...no! that's not possible. They didn't have time to build it... This should be at most the second day they are here... It would take at least 3 or 4 days...and they couldn't have transported it.' Thought Denys blaming himself for not thinking of it right away. He looked over his shoulder in the direction of the harbor. 'Watt! Take four men and get to the docks right away! Check that all is well and report any anomalies to me! Am I clear?!" Said Denys to one of his officers. "Yes, Admiral!" Watt began to embark on his three-hour march at a brisk pace. 'If it's true that I've been here for more than a day...then that means reinforcements will be here sooner than we thought! If we lost all 3 battalions in that field... We would not have enough men for our fleet! I can't call up more men from the ships. I only have 2,100 more men with me...' Reflected the admiral. The longships of the Iron Fleet were among the best ships in Westeros, but they required good seamen to maneuver. A ship needed at least 30 able-bodied men to steer it without compromising speed, maneuverability, and navigational safety... Denys had left 1,300 men in the harbor and taken 4,000 of the entire fleet with him, if they lost those three battalions of 1,500 men in full, his fleet would already have a shortage of men. For the first time since the day his father put him in charge, Denys seriously considered withdrawing from the Island, accepting defeat, and cutting his losses... If his hypothesis was correct, the situation of this army was more desperate than they could have imagined... End POV. ----------------------------------------------------------- POV: Dacey Mormont; Battlefield, Bear Island. About a minute after the Army General gave the order to attack... Dacey had succeeded... She had persuaded her mother, Lady Maege Mormont, castellan of the Isle and head of the Mormont army forces, to let her participate in this battle. It would be her first real fight... Although Dacey had dreamed of this moment for years, she was afraid. The horrors of war poured against her like a speeding train. Blood everywhere, amputated limbs, viscera, corpses, and a foul smell that would break your breath and induce you to vomit whatever she had eaten in the last week. This was not how she imagined her first battle to be... Until yesterday, her mother was adamantly opposed to the issue. Then that morning she suddenly changed her mind. Dacey would be able to take the field along with the 350 Mormont warriors, but on the condition that she would always be placed in the back rows. What she found strange was that a member of the Tallhart unit, whom Dacey recognized as Deputy Commander William, never let her out of his sight. William was her shadow. The fight had already begun; Dacey was still 40 feet from the nearest enemy. She hoped he would be able to contribute to the fight. She wasn't going to let the men in her family suffer alone. In these two days, Dacey was more confused than ever... Her mother had told her that all those battle plans and defensive strategies, were Duncan's doing. At first, the girl didn't want to believe it, but more and more people were praising 'Bloody Snow' with conviction. The first victory had been epic. Four hundred ironmen killed without suffering a single loss... Not even in fairy tales could such an achievement be found. The voice of the first victory echoed throughout the caves and reached the Mormont people. Hope flared up like a fire giving strength and possibility to the whole camp. Her mother, Maege, didn't even blink an eye after hearing Commander Gellert's proposal of attack... ' Gellert...' Dacey found that man from the North...no that Warrior from the North, quite fascinating... Every part of him, especially his voice, conveyed strength and confidence. She blushed like a little princess she so disparaged, in the presence of that statue made of flesh and charisma... Too bad he wasn't of noble origins... Her mother had been clear that in the future she would have to marry a noble party from the North. In any case, young Dacey, couldn't even get young Lord Tallhart out of her mind... She'd been trying hard to find him for the past four days, but the white-haired ghost had been slipping through her hands like fog... The first three days Dacey was looking for him just to pick a fight with him, but yesterday... Yesterday the girl would have wanted to seek him out to apologize... Dacey felt guilty for falsely accusing him of being a coward. To be precise a ' coward who would run away from danger by letting others deal with the problems of the North'. All anyone could do was say how brave, Lord Tallhart was to fight on the front lines among his men... To Dacey, that rumor seemed exaggerated, but she did not doubt that Bloody Snow was present along with the unit called 'Winters Guardian' during the fight. She had seen him in passing, a hundred feet away, marching with his unit to head to camp that morning... The boy might have fought like a wuss but even Dacey had to admit that Duncan was risking a lot more than she was, that until yesterday she wasn't allowed out of the wooden palisades... 'Will he be in the field right now, too?' The girl's thoughts were interrupted by a shout. 'ATTENTION! HE'S HEADING FOR LADY DACEY! PROTECT YOUR LADY!" Shouted a captain of the Mormont garrison as he crossed swords with ironmen. "UUUAAARGH! DIE NORTHERN BITCH!!!" A madman armed with a two-handed ax was running towards her. Dacey was ready, wielding her mace and shield, wearing her helmet and custom-made split armor. "He's mine!" Said the girl with a determined look. Before the man cleaved the first blow, two throwing knives penetrated his right thigh and left arm, noticeably distracting the warrior. Dacey didn't let this opportunity pass her by, deflected the now inaccurate blow with her shield, and cleaved a heavy, accurate club blow across his opponent's knee. "How many, Gellert... How many brethren have we lost?" The army general asked as he closed his eyes. "...Four, my lord... Ronald, Jonathan, Ethan and...Jeremy, General." The last name was a stronger stab in both of their hearts. For Duncan because he had spoken to Jeremy less than two hours ago and fought alongside him the entire first night... During the wait leading up to the first fight, Jeremy told his general about all his experiences conquering the maidens of the North, trying his best to bestow advice on his general regarding women... It was worse for Gellert; Jeremy was one of his closest and most trusted companions. One of his best friends who had always been at his side supporting him in all his trials and choices... The two leaders stood in silence with their eyes closed for more than a minute. Then Duncan spoke. "The injured? Someone in need of 'extreme' care?". "No my lord, fortunately, we have only one seriously wounded, but the first healer says he will be fine and back to full strength within a month at the latest," Gellert replied with a very small nod of relief. "As soon as I can, I will accelerate the treatments. Gellert... Make sure the bodies of our comrades are treated as 'treasures of the North'... They must reach their families in a monumental state." Bloody Snow. "Yes, General. You have my word." Duncan nodded and walked away going to mourn his men, friends, and comrades in his way. End POV. -------------------------------------------- POV: A Northern Orphan. Allied Camp, Bear Island. About five minutes after 347 brothers began to mourn and honor four of their comrades... The seven-year-old girl, couldn't tear herself away from the cold, bloody body lying on fur blankets just behind a wooden defensive fence. She kept crying and desperately shouting the same phrase: "Father! Father! Wake up!!! Get up, please...sigh...sigh...PLEASE!!!" The poor inhabitant of Bear Island, now without a surviving family member. continued to futilely shake the helpless body of the valiant soldier of House Mormont, who had died in combat along with 72 other of his fellow soldiers... An assistant healer tried again to comfort the little girl by trying to pull her away from the blood-soaked body. "NO! DON'T TOUCH ME! NOO YOU WILL TAKE MY FATHER AWAY FROM ME! LEAVE ME!" Screamed the little girl in panic and fury. "Calm down baby, I'm not trying to hurt you. I'm just trying to help you." Calmly replied the young would-be healer. A figure, noticing the sad scene, approached the little girl placing mana on the young helper's shoulder. "I'll take care of it, you go and take care of the other injured." Said an eleven-year-old. "Yes, my lord. Thank you, my lord." The boy bowed and walked away from the spot. "Hello, little northern warrior. My name is Duncan, may I know your name?" The boy asked as he introduced himself. The little girl was shocked for a moment by this presence with white hair and blood-soaked clothes. For a while she was scared, but then she realized that she too was stained with blood...after a few seconds, she answered. "Minny... Minny daughter of Boros...sigh..." Minny replied pulling her nose up. "Minny, nice to make your acquaintance... Minny, you seem like an experienced maiden who knows about love affairs. Could I ask you for some advice? You know there's a girl I like, but I don't know how to talk to her... Will you help me out, Minny?" The boy asked making a sad but funny face. "...A girl? And who is she?" The little girl was distracted for a moment, intrigued by the unusual and intriguing request. "Well, I'll show her to you if you take a walk with me. Care to join me, Minny?" Duncan offered his hand to the little girl. Minny thought about it for a moment...and then grabbed the hand, breaking away from that cold body for the first time in over ten minutes. About two minutes later... Duncan noticed an object in the corner, near what appeared to be its owner. He approached the owner holding Minny's hand. "Excuse me, is that your lute?" Duncan. "Huh?...Yes, my lord!" Replied a young Northern minstrel... "Could I borrow it for a while? I promise not to spoil it." Duncan. "Of course, my lord. Do as you wish." The minstrel. "Thank you." The boy took the instrument and sat down on a boulder. "Minny, I may have found a way. A good friend of mine named Jeremy once advised me to sing a song to win a maiden's heart. Could you please listen to it and tell me if she might like it?" Duncan. "YES! Yes! A song!!!" The little girl almost jumped to her feet in elation. Minny loved songs. "Ahah...Okay...make sure Minny you have to be honest... Urgh mmm, Laaaa...Yes, Okay. I'm ready..." Minny sat on the floor cross-legged. "What's it called? What's the title?" Minny. "Oh right... I won't lie to you Minny, the song isn't my creation... Let's just say I heard it sung by a very good Bard a long time ago. The title is Wicked Game ...and it goes like this: '...Musical Intro...Intro...' The world was on fire and no one could save me but you It's strange what desire will make foolish people do I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you No, I don't wanna fall in love... No, I don't wanna fall in love With you... With you... What a wicked game you play, to make me feel this way What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you And I don't wanna fall in love No, I don't wanna fall in love With you With you The world was on fire and no one could save me but you Strange what desire will make foolish people do I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you No, I don't wanna fall in love No, I don't wanna fall in love With you With you No, I Nobody loves no one ....." Duncan continued to repeat these verses while playing the lute for over four minutes, closing his eyes and focusing only on the notes and his voice. He had no idea that a crowd of over one hundred people was approaching that corner to hear the song better. Duncan was so exhausted and dejected by the course of events, that he didn't even notice that a twelve-year-old girl had been stalking and spying on him for almost an hour.
