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BRAN

He sat up in bed. With sweat pouring down his face, heart pounding, and chest heaving, he tore out of bed to find Robb and relay what he’d seen. The Night King had inadvertently made an appearance in his dreams, and it was a scene that he wasn't sure he could actually describe.

Bursting into his older brother’s room, he breathlessly announced, “Robb! Robb!”
Robb immediately moved to embrace his younger brother who commonly had night terrors, but the amount of sweat and  the crazed expression resting on his younger brother's face signaled to Robb that this was a different one.

“Easy, Bran.” He coaxed, glancing to see if Aiden was still asleep in his own bed. He was. Rosy cheeked and softly snoring. A small, fleeting bout of jealousy poked at him--to be young and unaware of fear, pain, and suffering. However, that was not his reality. Being King in the North meant that he'd face and feel all those negative moments.

“Fire. Massive fire. White lights. Pain. Darkness.” The younger boy choppily stated with fear and angst. There was so much more, but he couldn't catalogue all the fast movements.

Robb only followed a few key parts. The forest beyond the Wall was ablaze and that would naturally die out. White lights meant his wife was near there. But the pain and darkness? Zipporah had been clear that Bran was lightly tethered to the Night King, and Robb wondered if that was what he was alluding to.

“Robb. She--”The boy sobbed into his chest. Gulping down dread, he held his brother and hoped that the boy was wrong. But what if he wasn't? Was he prepared to just be without her?
She wasn't dead. He would have felt it. Robb would hold onto their connection, even if at the moment, it was quiet.

JON

It had been five days; Jon wasn’t sure what to think.
Ben was adamant that she was not dead. The fire had raged on and eventually died out. The undead army was nowhere to be seen, and Ben, who was barely sleeping, couldn’t be sure if the Night King was dead. Jon had sent a raven to Winterfell and left out the information about Zipporah until Ben rendered judgment. He only reported that the Free Folk were under House Rayder and had settled in well. No issues, yet. The leaders renewed their vows, including select Thenns. Those, who had a change of heart, swiftly met justice.

At the moment, the taller man was asleep in the guest quarters. Jon had ordered him to as he needed his family safe. When it came to abilities, Ben was the next best person to protect House Stark, and just because the threat in the North seemed to be dealt with, did not mean the Lions in the South had relented.

Tormund strolled into the yard and pointed to the Wall. This would be the sixth night the red haired man had come to stare out into the darkness. Jon wasn’t stupid. The man had a thing for his sister in law. It’d been apparent the moment she’d sassed him back. The wildling enjoyed challenges. It would never happen, but he was thankful for the man's dedication to his family.

Feeling as though he could use a bit of hope, Jon decided to join him.
“Any verdict from the brothe’?”

“No.” Jon shortly replied with an annoyed look. He didn’t want to admit she was gone. She couldn’t be. How was he supposed to explain this to the family? To Robb? And to Aidan?
Her endearing character flaw of self sacrifice incessantly nudged at him, making him more irritable.

Tormund hummed, moved to look down, and let out a laugh, “Get a rope.”

Jon’s face contorted in confusion and joined the man to see what he saw.

Down a hundred feet was a severely wounded Zipporah slowly and painfully climbing up the Wall. Training took over and he called for rope and assistance in hoisting her up. Once her feet were on the stone, she met his eyes, “I need Robb.”

Her body collapsed, but luckily Tormund had caught her. “Let’s take her to this Robb. Wake the brothe'.”

Jon ran to Ben’s quarters and shouted, “We need to go. Zi made it up the Wall. She says she needs Robb…”

BEN

Ben snapped to his feet, grabbed his jacket, and found his unconscious sister in the arms of one of the free folk leaders. Her face was badly bruised, and his eyes scouted multiple stab wounds. They weren’t healing. Furrowing his brow, he pulled the light side and pushed into her body, but it simply bounced back as though there was a forcefield around her body.
Her body and connection to the force was different from his. Kriff. “We must go. She needs her equal to unlock her defense.”

“Aye.” 

Snagging the sabers from her legs, Ben, along with Jon and Tormund, hurriedly took off for Winterfell. One of the Night’s Watch tossed blankets to cover the battered woman. Tormund sighed, “I dreamt this so differently.”

“You touch her wrong. You’ll suffocate where you sit.” Ben menaced, and Jon nodded in agreement.

Ghost and the ever elusive Vader, who did not come on any of their adventures, ran beside them. Jon had a feeling that Zipporah had ordered the cat to be the last line of defense should she fail.

Two days' ride. Never stopping. They made it. Robb and Han had met them at the gate. Jon could see the worry and burning anger in his cousin’s eyes.

“What happened?” He questioned, demanding an explanation for his wife's current state.

The redhead, not recognizing that he was the king, sassed, “This robust, strong woman took on the army of Others, probably killed the King, and scaled the Wall. Whoeve' Robb is, I'm jealous.”