LION'S LEGACY
10. Rescue

The following day, Torra walked with the group of the men through the snow. There was no longer a blizzard, but the snow still made it hard to travel.

Tormund stood at the front of the group with Torra, Robb, Aden, and Jon close behind him. Hearing metal clink, Tormund lifted his hand to gesture everyone to stop. He turned his head, exchanging a look with Robb, Torra, and Jon.

Tormund glanced around, just before cautiously walking up the small hill alongside Jon and Robb with Torra following soon after them. The group of four peeked through a gap in the rocks around them and downwards to see a small group of wights being led by a White Walkers.

"Where's the rest of them?" Jon asked the group of three in a hushed tone.

"I have a feeling if we wait long enough, we'll find out," Torra commented, tensing up slightly, "We should go. Now."

Robb sighed, nodding his head in agreement as he stood up and made his way back toward the rest of the group with the group of three.

   After making their way toward the group of wights without being seen, Robb and the rest of the group waited a short moment before attacking. The White Walker who was leading the group of wights walked forward, noticing the fire made on the ground, which meant someone had been there.

"Come on!" Robb shouted and without hesitation, the rest of the group ran forward to attack the wights.

Robb lifted his Valyrian Steel sword, ready to attack the White Walker while the rest of the group attacked the wights.

As he killed two more Wights, Robb looked over at Jon, who seemed to be struggling with attacking the White Walker.

Before Robb could rush over to help his brother, he turned his head to one of the wights holding Torra by the neck, preparing to kill her.

He began to run toward her, only to suddenly stop as Torra stabbed the wight in the chest with her dragonglass dagger.

The wight immediately died and Torra stood back up, turning toward Robb, who stared at her in concern. She nodded her head slightly, which was her way of telling him that she was alright.

Seeing that she was safe, Robb turned toward the White Walker that his brother was fighting. He swung his sword at the White Walker, who quickly blocked the Stark man's hit with his spear. Robb retracted his sword and the White Walker attempted to hit him with his sword. Robb immediately ducked, dodging the sharp tip of the spear made of ice.

The White Walker swung at her again, but Robb quickly blocked it with his own sword. While the White Walker was distracted while fighting Robb, Jon stood in back of the creature and swung his sword at the White Walkers, which shattered into pieces of ice before disappearing completely.

Seconds later, every other wight around them died as well, all but one.

Jon exchanged a look with his brother, just before glancing around at the rest of the group. Each of them looked over at the last undead wight, who looked around as he snarled and screeched at the group. The men and Torra circled around the wight, trying to trap it.

Finally, growing impatient, Torra stepped toward the wight. The men watched as the wight started to rush toward Torra, before he could attack her, the girl punched the wight in the face as hard as she could.

The wight screeched, falling to the ground after being punched. Aden's eyes widened at the sight and Torra smirked at him in satisfaction.

The Hound was the first to forward, beginning to tie it up with the rope they brought with them solely for that purpose.

Just then, the wight let out a large screech at the top of his lungs, one that made Robb feel as though it was signaling to the rest of the Army of the Dead. The Hound quickly lifted his hand, covering its mouth. He cut through the man's gloved hand, causing the group to stare at his hand in shock. The Hound winced in pain, just before he covered the wight's hand once more. Suddenly, the group heard the ground rumbling, causing Robb to turn around with a frown on his face.

The rest of the group soon looked away from the wight as well, their eyes wide in alarm, "Something tells me we need to go. Now!" Torra exclaimed, clearly knowing something wasn't right.

Jorah quickly took the cloth bag out of his jacket, using it to cover the wight's face before the others tied him up.

Robb paced around for a moment, trying to think of a plan. She quickly turned to Aden, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder, "I need you to do something, Aden," He told the young man, who was quick to agree.

"Anything, Your Grace," He replied without hesitation, nodding his head in agreement.

"Run back to Eastwatch as quick as you can," He quickly instructed him in an urgent tone, "Get a raven to Queen Daenerys, tell her what's happened. She's our only hope."

Torra turned to Robb, frowning in confusion. Not because she was sending Aden to Eastwatch, but because he was asking for Daenerys, of all people, to help them.

Aden immediately became hesitant to agree, for more reasons than one. "I'm sorry, but I'm not leaving." He argued with him, shaking his head in response.

"You said you'd anything. This is what I need you to do, alright?" Robb quickly told him in a stern tone, "You're the fastest. You're our only chance of getting word to Daenerys. Go. Now!"

Aden sighed in defeat, hesitantly nodding his head in understanding. With that, he turned on his heel, running as fast as he could in the direction of Eastwatch.

With that, the group ran in the opposite direction, trying to outrun the Army of the Dead while also leading them away from the direction Aden ran in.

"Come on! Run!" Robb shouted, being the one to stand towards the front as they all ran as fast as they could.

Robb immediately stopped when she heard the cracking of ice. His eyes widened in alarm as she looked down to see that there was a frozen-over lake blocking their path, "Stop!" Jorah was the first to shout out, causing everyone to quickly stop where they were.

The Hound, who was carrying the tied up wight over his shoulder, looked down. He noticed the ice cracking underneath him alongside everyone else, causing him to tense up.

The group heard rumbling, causing them to turn to Army of the Dead close behind them. Robb's eyes widened, realizing that somehow, the number of wights had gotten even larger than the last time she had seen them. She immediately realized that the Army of the Dead had taken everyone who hadn't been at Hardhome the day the Iron Fleet came.

"Go!" Torra shouted, wasting no time running across the slowly cracking ice with Robb being the first to follow after her.

The rest of the group followed after them, making sure they were cautious as they did so, unlike Torra, who simply just ran. They continued to run until they reached a group of rocks, which they stood on. Robb unsheathed Lionsbane, preparing himself to fight if need be.

Numerous wights attempted to chase after them, only to have many of them fall through the ice. And after hundreds of them fell through, they were finally realizing they couldn't make it over without submerging into the water.

Robb glanced around at the hundreds of thousands of wights surrounding them. He turned to Torra, who seemed to be the only one who didn't look afraid. It always seemed to be like that. The girl was afraid of nothing.

"Mind telling me how in the seven hells Daenerys Targaryen is supposed to help us?!" Torra exclaimed, turning to look at Robb with a furious look on her face, "Because I don't see how she can."

"She has dragons. Fire kills wights," Robb informed Torra in a hushed tone, "And dragons fly. She can get us out of here and we'll be able to prove to her that the Army of the Dead are real."

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Nightfall had come and gone, yet Robb, Torra, Jon, and the rest of the group were still forced to sit tight and wait for someone to come save them. Even with her large cloak, Torra began to shiver, her whole body shaking. She had been so used to the cold as a child, but after six years down South where it didn't snow, she was no longer used to it.

She turned her head, noticing that Robb and Jon seemed to be in the same state as her. The Wight they had captured continued to snarl, causing Torra to groan in annoyance.

The Hound, who was also growing tired of the creature's snarling, stood up. He walked over to the Wight, roughly kicking it. The Wights around them seemed to be affected by the hit as well, clearly enraged. The group immediately stood up from the ground, glancing around at the creatures alongside the Hound.

"Thoros?" Robb suddenly heard Beric call out to his friend, causing him to look down to see what he presumed to be Thoros' corpse. His eyes were open, just as his mouth was, "Thoros." He became quieter, saddened by his friend's death. He lifted up his cloak, covering his deceased friend's body with it.

The Hound looked down at the ground, kneeling next to Thoros, "They say it's one of the better ways to go," He spoke up, looking almost saddened.

"There's no good way to die," Torra admitted quietly, shaking her head in disapproval.

The Hound picked up Thoros' flask, beginning to drink from it, "Lord of Light, show us the way. Come to us in our darkness and lead Your servant into the light," Beric spoke up and Jon walked over to the Hound, snatching the flask from him.

"We have to burn his body," Jon spoke up as the Hound glared at him. Jon glanced around at the group, just before he poured the rest of the liquid in the flask over Thoros' body.

"We'll all be close behind him unless the Lord of Light is kind enough to send us a bit of fire," Tormund spoke up, only to watch as Beric light up his sword.

"Oh, there will be fire, that's for sure," Robb muttered under his breath, thinking of the fact the Daenerys was presumably on her way to save them.

"Lord of Light, come to us in our darkness, for the night is dark and full of terrors," Beric prayed, just before he stabbed his flaming sword into Thoros.

The man's corpse immediately erupted into flames and Torra, not wanting to witness the sight, walked over to stand next to the wight's body. Robb soon walked over to Torra, joining her alongside Jon and Jorah, "We'll all freeze soon," Jorah informed the group quietly, "And so will the water."

"I know," Robb admitted, his voice just above a whisper.

"When Jon killed the White Walker, almost all the dead that followed it fell," Jorah explained to the group and Torra nodded her head in response, "Why?"

"The White Walker was the one who turned them," Torra suddenly informed the men, causing them to turn to her in confusion, "The same thing happened at Hardhome with Annalys and my mother. There was wights chasing after them and the moment Annalys killed the White Walker who stabbed my mother, all of the wights surrounding them died soon after."

"We can go for the Walkers, then," Jorah stated as he nodded his head, trying his hardest to sound confident, "Maybe we'll stand a chance."

"Not a chance in the seven hells," Robb remarked, shaking his head in disapproval, "We'll never get to all of them in time before the wights come after us."

"We need to take that thing back with us," Jon suddenly informed the duo, referring to the wight, "There's a raven flying for Dragonstone now, Daenerys is our only chance."

"Tragically," Torra muttered under her breath, earning a warning look from Robb, "What?"

"Actually, there's another chance," Beric spoke up, looking up directly at the Night King, who stood at the top of the hill nearly a mile away alongside numerous White Walkers. They all sat on horses and Beric pointed the blade of his sword at them, "Kill him. He turned them all."

"I don't think you understand," Robb spoke up as he kept his eyes locked on the Night King, "We can't defeat him."

"The Lord brought Annalys back twice," Beric suddenly reminded him in a calm tone, "He brought me back. No one else. Just her and I. Did He do it to watch us freeze to death?"

"Annalys isn't here," Robb argued in a stern tone, "I don't know about you, but that seems to put a rather kink in your plans for the Night King."

"Careful, Beric," The Hound spoke up, giving the man a pointed look, "You lost your priest. This is your last life."

"I've been waiting for the end for a long time," Beric responded in a calm tone, the entire group now standing together to look up at the Night King, "Maybe the Lord brought me here to find it."

"Every lord I've ever met's been a cunt," The Hound commented in an annoyed tone, "Don't see why the Lord of Light should be any different."

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Hours soon passed and Torra felt as though she could barely feel her fingers. She continued to shiver, but she was able to control it a bit better now than she did before. She glanced around at the Army of the Dead uneasily, trying her hardest not to lose hope as the rest of the men had. She refused to die, not like this.

She turned to look at Robb, both of them exchanging an uneasy look. She watched the Hound look around, almost as if he were trying to think up a plan. He bent down, picking up a rock off the ground before standing back up.

He threw the rock as hard as he could and it ended up hitting a wight in the face. The wight stumbled back, just before he recovered, "Dumb cunt," She heard the Hound mutter, leading to the rest of the group to turn to him as well.

He picked another rock, throwing it again. The rock didn't end up reaching. It bounced off the ice and slid past a shallow part of the frozen lake.

Robb began to tense up, noticing how the wights had realized the rock didn't break the ice as she did. The wight who the Hound threw a rock at looked down at the object before back up at the group, "You idiot," Torra muttered under her breath, groaning in annoyance.

The wight from before had been the first to step forward, causing the group of men and Torra to quickly stand up and get ready to fight.

Robb unsheathed Lionsbane, noticing how the wight was making it past the ice without any problem. Soon enough, numerous other wights followed his path, but not all at once, clearly making sure not to break the ice.

The group immediately got ready to defend themselves, lifting up their weapons. Robb and Torra turned to each other, exchanging an uneasy look.

"Oh, fuck it," Robb muttered under his breath, taking a step forward before stabbing the wight approaching him with Lionsbane.

The Hound followed soon after, doing the same to another wight. Another wight came at Robb, swinging their weapon. Robb dodged its hit before he stabbed it with his sword.

Torra stabbed two others in the chest as they came at her. Each one that came at her, Torra quickly killed it. One came at her, grabbing her by the neck. She choked for breath, trying her hardest to release herself. She was unable to get out of its grip, no matter how much she tried to. Her feet dangled from the ground as it held her by the neck.

Finally, Jon stepped forward, seeing Torra's struggle. He stabbed the wight from the back with Longclaw, allowing Torra's feet to touch the ground once more. She turned to Jon, panting for breath as she gave him a thankful look. He nodded his head, just before he went back to fighting wights.

Robb continued to fight the wights that came toward her, just as Torra did the same to hers. One by one, each wight that came at them both ended up being killed within seconds.

Jon yelled out, a wight beginning to attack him with him unable to fight back. Robb immediately rushed forward, grabbing the wight by its shoulder before stabbing it in the back with Lionsbane.

Robb turned his body at the right time to stab another wight that came toward him. Robb glanced around, noticing all of the men struggling, "Fall back!" He shouted at them, telling them to come back to the rock they were formerly standing on together, "Fall back!"

"Come on!" Tormund shouted out, grabbing Torra by the arm before dragging her along with him.

The group immediately climbed onto the large boulder, fighting each wight that tried to reach them.

Robb slowly glanced around at the men, seeing each of them fighting for their lives even though there was a chance they wouldn't survive the next hour. He locked eyes with Torra, who fought with everything in her in order to survive.

That was what pained them the most. If he and the men died that day, they wouldn't be the only ones dying, Torra would, too. He refused to let Torra die. Within six years, he began to love the girl like he loved the rest of his children. Despite not being it biologically, Torra was his daughter and he refused to let her die alongside him.

Seeing the wights become closer, Robb took a deep breath before he slowly lifted up her sword, preparing to fight for his life and everyone else's, no matter what it took.

Just then, Robb heard a large roar coming from a creature all too familiar to him after staying in Dragonstone. He slowly looked up at the sky, his eyes widening at the sight of Daenerys riding Drogon through the air.

Fire escaped Drogon's mouth, setting numerous wights aflame alongside Viserion and Rhaegal. Robb quickly grabbed Torra by the arm, pulling her closer to him as they watched the wights closest to them die.

Robb looked up, locking eyes with Daenerys for a short moment as she rode past him on her dragon. Daenerys found herself smiling, feeling satisfied with Robb's reaction.

Ready to leave, the Hound quickly picked up the captured wight while Daenerys landed next to them on Drogon. While Drogon continued to breathe fire on each of the wights that came toward them, the rest of the group climbed onto the dragon.

After helping Torra on, Daenerys held her hand out to Robb. Robb quickly grabbed her hand, allowing her to help him on.

Once climbing onto the dragon, Torra glanced around uneasily. She soon locked eyes on the Night King from afar, who held a spear in hand. "No!" She screamed out, knowing what he was about to do.

The group immediately turned to her in confusion, only to have their eyes widen in disbelief at the sight of the Night King's spear finding its way into Viserion's neck, which caused the dragon to screech loudly before falling through the sky.

Rhaegal and Drogon roared, watching helplessly as their brother collided with the ice, dying instantly. The ice broke around him, causing him to fall underwater. Robb turned to look at Daenerys, who had tears weld in her eyes after witnessing her child die.

There was a long moment of silence, almost as if everything around them was suddenly still.

Suddenly, Daenerys' eyes widened in alarm, noticing how one of the White Walkers standing behind the Night King picked up another spear. She immediately knew he was preparing to kill another one of her dragons.

"Go!" Torra shouted urgently, her eyes wide in alarm, "Go, we have to go now. Leave!"

Without hesitation, Daenerys allowed Drogon to leap into the air and fly away alongside Rhaegal.

The spear glided through the air, missing  Drogon by just a few inches. As she flew away on Drogon, tears streamed down Daenerys' pale cheeks, shocked by what had just happened.