บท 4: A Gathering Strom
Chapter 4: A Gathering Storm**
The winds howled through the barren landscape as Cedric and Robb rode out from Winterfell, their cloaks billowing behind them like banners of defiance. They were heading north, towards the Wall, to seek the counsel of the Night's Watch and prepare for the looming threat of the White Walkers.
As they rode, Cedric's mind was filled with thoughts of the ancient enemy that lurked beyond the Wall. He had read about them in the books and heard tales of their terror, but now they were more than just stories—they were a very real threat to the safety of the realm.
Robb rode silently at his side, his gaze fixed ahead as he pondered the challenges that lay ahead. Cedric could sense the weight of responsibility that rested on his brother's shoulders, the burden of leadership that he bore with stoic determination.
But despite the gravity of their mission, Cedric couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration coursing through his veins. He was riding out to face the greatest threat the realm had ever known, to stand shoulder to shoulder with the legendary warriors of the Night's Watch.
As they drew closer to the Wall, Cedric could see it looming in the distance—a massive barrier of ice and stone that stretched as far as the eye could see. It was a sight that filled him with awe and trepidation, a reminder of the ancient power that lay dormant within its icy depths.
As they approached the gates of Castle Black, Cedric felt a surge of anticipation welling up inside him. He was about to set foot on hallowed ground, to stand in the shadow of legends and heroes.
But as they dismounted from their horses and entered the castle, Cedric's excitement quickly gave way to a sense of unease. The men of the Night's Watch looked weary and haggard, their faces drawn and tired from years of watching and waiting.
Cedric approached the Lord Commander, a grizzled veteran named Jon Snow, and greeted him with a respectful nod. Jon returned the gesture with a weary smile, his eyes betraying the weight of his years.
"We have come seeking your counsel, Lord Commander," Cedric said, his voice steady. "The threat of the White Walkers looms large, and we must be prepared to face it."
Jon's expression darkened at the mention of the ancient enemy, his gaze hardening with resolve. "The White Walkers are a threat unlike any other," he said. "We have fought them before, and we will fight them again. But we ca
Cedric nodded, his mind racing with thoughts of strategy and preparation. He knew that they would need allies if they hoped to stand against the White Walkers, allies from every corner of the realm.
And so, as the sun began to set behind the Wall, casting long shadows across the frozen landscape, Cedric and Robb joined forces with the men of the Night's Watch, united in their determination to face the coming storm.
For the night was dark and full of terrors, but together, they would light the fires of hope and stand as a beacon of defiance against the darkness
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