Aegon trudged the snow with his fellow men of the Night's watch. The night was cold and dark---life beyond the wall showed no mercy for any creature. Yet, the war raged on in a land beyond the Wall, where Aegon now fought with his comrades. On one side were the Night's Watch and the other, the Wildlings, the rebels, the so-called free-folk. Stuck in the middle of them, the innocent folk of a random village. None of them cared, for they were focused on one goal: defeating their enemy by any means necessary.

The winds roared, snow fells like shards of glass from the lifeless sky. The fighting ceased---there was no point in fighting if they'd all freeze to death before. Aegon and his men hurried to find a clearing to set camp when they saw someone hunched over a fire. However, Aegon thought it was a wildling and threw his knife and it buried into the person's shoulder. His men lunged and fought and pinned the person down.

"Who're you?" Aegon asked, hovering over the person.