After living a tragedy that traumatized his mind, our protagonist after dying appears in the world of Game of Thrones as a baby, however, suffers the misfortune of almost being turned into a white walker. Join Blake as he endures the curse of the walkers while trying to save his family.
It took Oswin only two hours to gather all the dead in the tribe into one place.
He saw his son Blake healing the wounded and ordered all the dead, both tribesmen and Thenn men, to be set on fire.
The fire rose in the midst of the black axe tribe faster than expected, and as if in protest of this attack, it reached great heights.
"BROTHERS!"
As they saw the bodies of their friends and family, Oswin gave a shout drawing everyone's attention.
"THENN'S MEN ATTACKED OUR TRIBE WITHOUT ANY PROVOCATION!!!"
Oswin walked in front of the campfire, his red hair seeming to melt along with the flames as he continued to shout.
"BUT THEY DIDN'T JUST TAKE OUR DAUGHTERS, THEY BROKE THE ANCIENT TRADITIONS BY TAKING OUR WIVES AS WELL, AND EVEN DAUGHTERS TOO YOUNG TO BE WIVES WERE TAKEN!!!"
Oswin gritted his teeth saying these last words and raised his weapon in anger.
"But Oswin, most of the tribe's warriors died or are wounded, What can we do!"
Oswin looked at the face of the speaker, It was Lynn, one of the oldest warriors of the tribe, he had lost his two sons, and they had kidnapped his only daughter. More than angry, Oswin's old face glared with weariness and despondency.
"THOUGH THERE ARE FEW OF US LEFT, SO ARE THEY, THEY COULD NOT HAVE ESCAPED MORE THAN A DOZEN, AND EVEN I AM ENOUGH TO KILL THEM ALL!!!"
Oswin pointed his finger at Lynn.
"YOU LOST TWO SONS AND A DAUGHTER, DON'T YOU WANT REVENGE, DON'T YOU WANT TO PUT THEM TO DEATH FOR THIS!"
Oswin's words were enough to light a flame in old Lynn's heart, he raised his bow and shouted into the flames.
"LET'S KILL THEM ALL!!!"
"SI!!!!"
"OSWIN!"
"OSWIN!!!"
"OSWIN!!!"
Blake looked at how his father had taken control of the entire tribe by urging the savages for revenge and nodded. This was perhaps a blessing in disguise, not only for them but also for the tribesmen, for, if they made it over the wall with him, they too would be saved from the white walkers.
The metal had to be hammered when it was hot, so Blake went towards his hut together with Dean's sons and a couple of savages who helped him earlier and brought all the pieces of armor, the spears, and various weapons.
Oswin watched his son leave the weapons and armor in the snow, and a moment when their eyes made contact was more than enough for Oswin to understand what Blake was planning, so he spoke again to his tribesmen.
"ARM YOURSELVES BROTHERS, WE WILL HUNT DOWN ALL THENN'S FLEEING MEN, AND BRING BACK OUR WOMEN ALONG WITH THEIR HEADS!!!"
Oswin pointed to where Blake stood and all the armor at his feet.
Blake had collected all these old pieces of armor over his lifetime and had not only repaired them as much as he could but had reinforced them using leather and furs with his deft hands.
There were at least seven sets of complete armor, and Blake armed with them the strongest warriors of the tribe who approached.
As for the rest, Blake only armed them with loose pieces of armor, but that would be enough to save their lives if the time came.
In all, there were nineteen warriors ready to accompany Oswin and hunt down Thenn's men.
Before they left, Blake also gave them food to make sure they wouldn't starve if there was a storm.
"LET'S GO!"
"YES!"
With torches in hand, they all set off giving chase to those who took flight.
And Blake watching them depart, thought that perhaps it would have been good to leave some warriors behind to guard the tribe in case of another attack.
However, one could not cry over spilled milk, and Blake took advantage of the fact that the sun had already risen to finish organizing the tribe.
Blake counted at least twenty-six destroyed huts. So he moved the belongings of the living, but whose houses had been demolished, to those of the dead, but whose houses were intact.
Blake also moved all the belongings of the dead to his own hut and said as an excuse that after going through them he would divide them among the tribesmen.
Some of the savages gave him skeptical looks, but remembering that Blake had healed their wounded, delivering their wine and food, they decided not to refuse.
Blake also retrieved all the belongings of thenn's dead men, including their fur clothing, weapons, and armor.
Most were just pieces of leather with bronze reinforcements, four short bronze swords, ten bronze-tipped spears, three bronze helmets, and five wooden shields with bronze reinforcements. The rest were wooden bows and arrows that Blake also decided to keep.
Only the women, children, and wounded remained in the tribe, so Blake moved his cooking tools, made a large fire in the middle of the village, and prepared hot food for all who were left.
Although he had plenty of food stored in his hut, he had already given a good portion to the warriors who went out to hunt Thenn's men, so he gathered the food from those who were already dead and augmented it using eggs, flour, and milk.
Blake also checked to see if the scars of the wounded got worse, but they looked the same as ever. The skin was blackened and rough but showed no signs of infection or rot, and when he touched it, the tribesmen said they felt nothing.
By nightfall, everyone had homes to sleep in, either a hut or a cabin, and to the delight of the tribesmen, Blake made another hot stew which he divided among everyone.
After the long day, Blake took Ygritte in his arms and walked up the hill back to the hut for the night.
The bodies of the Thenn men he had killed had already been burned, but there was still blood and visors on the floor of the hut so he cleaned them up making sure there was nothing left.
With the night and day so intense, Ygritte fell asleep just from touching the bed, so Blake lit the fire and removed her change of dirty clothes leaving her to sleep peacefully.
With Ygritte asleep and ready, Blake began to go through all his new treasures.
Armor, furs, and weapons passed through his hands one by one and as the night grew quiet and monotonous, Blake strangely felt a little sleepy in the midst of the work.