Invasion of the Night King K335

Another surprise for Killer Marta

As I told you in the previous story, Killer Marta had been surprised this week while trading. She had been looted and her revenge was assured, but the surprises were not over, there were still more surprises to discover.

She had received news from far to the north, exactly from the black castle, something was happening, it was too cold, something they had never seen before, and its walls were beginning to crumble, so Killer Marta headed north that same night. On the way, she noticed everything was frozen and covered in snow. As she approached fresh water, it seemed that snowflakes were falling and a white blanket was forming on the way. She made a brief stop to have a coffee and get warm. It was freezing, it wasn't normal.

Killer Marta after drinking that coffee and getting warm left Aguas Dulces, and headed north without further delay as the weather progressed worsened and the cold was already starting to hurt her hands, they were starting to freeze, so Killer Marta decided to put on some gloves and decided she had to make another stop. This time it would be in Winterfell where she had some of her most faithful friends, surely they would welcome her with a nice, very hot fireplace and a soup that would surely take away that feeling of cold, but to her great surprise, there was no one there.

Killer Marta did not know what to think, she did not understand what could be happening, the overwhelming cold that it was and also that no one received her in Winterfell was a very strange situation, so without wasting any more time she headed towards the black castle.

On the way to the black castle, the situation was extreme, the roads were not visible, they were covered with about 5 meters of snow, each step taken was like a 1-hour battle and the night was so dark that the journey to the black castle was very complicated. However, Killer Marta's determination to reach the black castle was greater than all the cold and adversities encountered.

After such an arduous journey, Killer Marta arrived at the black castle and the surprise was huge, her eyes could not believe what they were witnessing, the wall was destroyed as if lightning had hit and burst the wall, between the thick fog and the storm screams and swords were heard as if a bloody battle was taking place.

Killer Marta then rushed over to see what was happening and when she got closer again she had to rub her eyes. The night guard and the Winterfell troops were facing beings she had never seen before. These beings seemed dead, their eyes were blue but a very intense blue, and every time they were killed they came back to life again, it was terrifying.

Then the sound of a horn was heard in the air, which meant the withdrawal of the troops from the Black Castle. The castle was lost. At that moment, a shiver ran through Killer Marta's body. We needed to gather in Winterfell and talk about what had happened. Once in Winterfell, Killer Marta was told a terrifying story passed down from generation to generation. These terrifying beings were dead people called white walkers under the orders of a ruthless lord who called himself the king of the night and he only had one goal: to dye the entire West in an eternal winter, where life would become extinct and only darkness and chaos would reign.

Killer Marta, upon hearing this information, understood that it was urgent to inform all the lords of the kingdom and gather all possible armies. She sent messages to all corners of the kingdom, they needed to act quickly. They needed to somehow stop the advance of such a feared army of the dead, and so she summoned all the armies and prepared to combat such a threat.

Killer Marta and her fiercest commanders (Sultan, Lady Stonner, Rumred, Shio, Korfus, Lucid, Darius) planned a strategy, and with bravery and courage, they headed toward battle. This battle was not to gain power or land, it was a battle for the survival of life.

The fight for life had begun, and the battle was bloody. Killer Marta and her allies dealt blow after blow, the dead piled up. And the enemies seemed to multiply, hour after hour, battle after battle, the same thing was repeated, it was like a nightmare that never ended, on earth there was no snow, only puddles and puddles of blood.

As night fell, Killer Marta, aware that they needed to rest and regain their strength, handed over to other lords of the kingdom, knowing that the battle had only just begun. Knowing that sooner or later they would have to face their final enemy, the feared king of the night, and until that moment came, they had to train all possible soldiers to create weapons and, above all, most importantly, survive.