a watch has ended [tom's got aus]

A bastard meant nothing to Westeros.

It's why he was there in the first place. Sent by Lord Laws, he'd found use in being somewhere cold and dark. Trained with a sword ever since Lord Laws found him stealing from Winterfell. Carter Snow's grown more into the mass he's built over the years, days spent swinging swords at wooden logs and people. Castle Black had become home to him. A small flickering flame in the dark of Westeros. No one's kept him in the loop about the rest of Westeros. Not even the doings of the Lannisters who are acting already. Rumors spread far north, slowly and over time. A war was brewing, but Carter Snow had an order to follow.

In the dead of night, he waits at the top of the wall. Flickering flames next to him, he stares down at the forest leading into the far north. Every watch, he's seen nothing. Not a single life outside of the Night's Watch. Not even he could explain the strange sounds coming through the night. Blue skin, hollow eyes. The stare was directed towards him. A hand extended out, death staring him in the face. The alarms sounded. Carter Snow could feel his heartbeat in his chest, pulling a sword seemingly from nowhere. A witch's voice from many years ago rings in his ears again. Will you die as a nobody or a somebody? Tell me, Carter. Are you scared? A fire burns as he stares down the blue hollow eyes.

A bastard meant nothing to Westeros, but to the people, he would save them.

Or die trying.