The fires out, But it still burns, And no one cares, there is no one there, did you find it hard to breath, Did you cry so much you could hardly see, Did you see the flares is the sky were you blinded by the light, did you feel the smoke in your eyes, did you see the sparks fill the hope, You are not alone. Did you break but never mend,Did it hurt so much you thought it was the end? 

Robb rode with the Northern Calvary. 20'000 men all in service to Robb rode through the Wildling Camp. Seven Brigades of trained Calvary and Infantry behind to clean up what they left behind. The First Lines were lancers and they broke what every defensive line the Wildings tried to put up. Ser Rodrick Cassel lead the Vanguard breaking the host.

In the Center was Robb and his Three Brigades of Calvary that was the lines that did the most damage.The Wildlings were decimated and Robb stood in the center dismounted from his horse with Theon and Lord Umber next to him on each side he stepped up to Jon and his men. Theon looked down at Jon while the Greatjon looked at King Mance.

"Ranger Snow, Allow me to show you the Lord Paramount of the North. Lord Robb Stark of Winterfell." Robb stood in Lordly Northern Armor as he looked at the Lord Commander. "I told you the next time I saw you, You would be all in black. But Consorting with Wildilings?"

Robb looked at the Northern Officers who went behind Mance pressing a boot into the back of his Knee. "You will receive due justice." Robb was a harder man since the War. He was still handsome but he was older and more rough than that smoothfaced boy that seemed a life time ago.

Robb stepped closer till and stopped at the sound of a ruffling beside him Robb preformed a almost perfect Counter-Riposte and drove his sword accurately through the mans chest before pulling the blade and stepping forward to Jon. "Long time no see." He laughed sheathing his sword and hugging Jon.

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