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The Humiliation of Lyanna Mormont
By : Meowshi
Category: G through L > Game of Thrones
Views: 13397 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own Game of Thrones or A Song of Ice and Fire, nor any of the characters from these series. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. -
Chapter List
- 1-Honeyed Words
- 2-Scions of a Dying House
- 3-The Little She-Bear
- 4-It Be Mercy
- 5-Fear Cuts Deep
- 6-Yellow Fear
- 7-Hatred Made Flesh
- 8-The Corpse-King
- 9-Cold Breath, Colder Words
- 10-Violation
- 11-No Place for a Lady
- 12-Wherever Cowardly Whores Go
- 13-The Wolfswood
- 14-The Sorrowful Symphony of Ice
- 15-The Bastardly Ballad of Fire
- 16-Here We Stand
Lyanna clenched her teeth as salty rivulets of sweat ran into her eyes, blurring her vision and forcing her to disengage from the fray. She crouched low behind the ancient stone parapet of Winterfell's battlements and wiped her face against her leather vambraces. The sound of the wights hissing and snarling echoed off of the old granite walls, a cacophony of terror that seemed to be coming from every direction. The north gate was on the brink of collapse due to the massive horde of undead monsters that had overrun the walls. Only the grit and valor of the soldiers hailing from Bear Island prevented the gate from being breached. The bannermen from Bear Island were primarily fishers, and so they had plenty of experience in cutting down slippery prey with their sharpened spears. If the wights managed to get past the polearms then they fell against the soldiers' heavy shields. Emblazoned with the roaring bear of House Mormont, the shields were crafted from the gnarled, durable hardwood that could only be found in their island home.
Taking another moment to catch her breath, Lyanna silently vowed to fight until the last breath left her body. Deciding that her respite was over, she threw herself back into the fight with a warcry worthy of a warrior thrice her size. The armies of the dead outnumbered the living five-to-a-man, but they also went down easier. The skin of the foul creatures was thin and desiccated. Her battle-axe hewed them apart like dried bark, even with her tiny hands and short wingspan. Still, their numbers were great. It seemed as though the Night King had resurrected every man, woman, and child north of the wall for the sole purpose of smashing them against Winterfell's defenses. It was a testament to the fighting spirit of the living that the keep still stood.
“Here we stand! Here they fall!” Lyanna cried out, bellowing the words of her House with pride and fury.
The men erupted in boisterous cheers at the words and she responded to their jubilation with a deafening roar. Adrenaline surged through her veins, coating her skin in a sheen of fiery sweat even as the snow began piling at her boots. She felt something feral trying to claw its way out of her and she didn't fight it, giving into her battle frenzy. In the north, it was an old folks tale that the women of House Mormont were skinchangers, but Lyanna knew it to be the truth. While Mormont women slept, their dreaming minds entered the psyches of bears in the forest. It was a genetic trait passed down through the family matrilineally since the dawn centuries. The Mormont might have always been small in number, but they were ancient house, descended from the First Men who warred with the Children of the Forest. Her ancestors had helped send the squirrel folk, along with the other Old Races, north of the Wall by blade and spearpoint. And now she planned on doing it again.
As she felt a mist of blood spatter across her face, Lyanna found herself lapping up the salty liquid with her tongue. The bear was manifesting itself more and more as she grew older. Of late, she sometimes felt as if he and the bear were one, even awake. The young girl had spent many nights dreaming of the day she would finally be able to join her sisters and mother as they abandoned their human forms and ventured off into the woods to frolic. But those dreams were long gone now; her mother and sisters had all been lost in The War of the Five Kings, and she was still too young to undergo the dream journey, having not had her blood yet.
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