Robb fell to his knees as he watched his mother get her throat slit, Robb felt the stinging pain of the dagger being yanked from his back. He had nothing left to live for, his child, his love, his mother... what reason was there to go on, but something snapped in Robb. He wouldn't give up, he wouldn't let them win. Robb's face shifted to a raging fury that burned prominent in his eyes.

Robb reached for Roose Bolton, the man he once trusted for his life. Robb launched to his feet and ripped the dagger out of the evil man's grasp. Robb screamed in a fit of rage and dug the blade into Roose Bolton's leg and quickly removed it. Robb felt the primal force within him as the adrenaline started to pump through his body. Robb staggered back as a bolt from a crossbow hit him square in the shoulder, but he still trudged on.

Robb ran toward the door, he watched at one man came at him with a sword, but Robb dodged backward and swiftly sliced his throat open. Robb ran through the halls of Walder Frey's castle. Robb sprinted through the hall, some of his men sacraficing themselves so that he could escape. He busted open the front doors with his shoulder and sprinted out into the cold, Robb scanned the battlefield and saw archers approaching where he kept Grey Wind.

Robb ran to his wolf and dug his blade into the back of the first one and then straight into the groin of the second, both of them falling dead. Robb bashed open the lock to the door of the cage for his hound and ripped open the door. Grey Wind bolted out of there and joined the fight - killing several Boltons in the process, Robb called out for his Direwolf as he ran into the nearby woods. Grey Wind followed Robb into the darkness as they both sprinted for their lives.

Robb panted fast as the adrenaline started to fade, Robb felt dizzy and his head began to spin. Robb fell to his knees into the foot of cold snow, Grey Wind grabbed the collar of his master's tunic as he tried to pull him forward, but his efforts were to no avail. Robb felt himself coming in and out of consciousness when he felt a cold hand grab him and start to drag him. Robb wasn't sure if what he was seeing was real because Grey Wind wasn't being at all aggressive, acting almost friendly toward the man.

"Stay with me brother..." Robb heard a familiar voice speak as his vision faded into darkness.

Robb opened his eyes to a dark room with a crackling fire in the center of it, Robb had the bolt removed from his shoulder and his wound had been cleaned and bandaged. Robb hazily looked around as he saw a familiar face staring him down - the beating red eyes of Ghost looked at him with a puppy dog look as the Direwolf moved in and licked his face.

He heard a deep chuckle come from behind him, Robb sat up despite the stinging pain of his back. Robb looked to see Jon Snow looking back at him, he was dressed in a heavy black cloak and he had a unfamiliar sword strapped to his hip. They were sitting in a room that what looked to be a barn with all the hay and smell of horse shit. "J-Jon?" Robb asked in disbelief of his bastard brother sitting beside him.

"It's me, Robb. Don't worry, we're safe..." he assured. "H-How?" he asked, still exasperated to really be seeing Jon. "I left the Castle Black the night I heard about what you were doing. I heard you were in The Twins, so I made my way here... that's when I heard the fighting." he explained, his face shifting when mentioning fighting.

"But... the Night's Watch-"

"Fuck the Night's Watch, we're brothers. I'd break any vow to help my brother."

Robb shook his head as he felt tears burning in his eyes, he threw his head into his hands "They're dead, Jon... They're all dead!" he screamed "Mother, Talisa... and my boy..." he said as struck his hands at the ground. Jon reached over and placed his hand on his brother's shoulder "I'm sorry..." he muttered, Robb shook his head "I should be dead, Jon..." he spoke weakly "They trusted me! All of them trusted me! They called me their King... and I lead them to their deaths!" he exclaimed, clenching his fists tightly.

Jon gently squeezed his brother's shoulder "No you didn't. Walder Frey betrayed you all, he killed hundreds of men under his own roof... May the Old Gods and The New damn him for an eternity." he stated. Robb shook his head "What's the point? I lost... The war is over, the South has won... You should have left me in the snow." he muttered. Jon knelt to face his brother.

"Don't speak this way, Robb." Jon said and his face formed a light smile "Remember when we were children, we would play outside for hours - fighting dragons, saving princesses, and conquering kingdoms." he reminisced. Robb nodded, "Old Nan would always be the dragon..." Robb muttered with a smile in rembering when the world seemed so much brighter.

Jon nodded "That fantasy has come reality, we finish what you started. We are the best swordsmen in all of Westeros and we have the best killing machines the world has to offer." he noted gesturing towards Ghost and Grey Wind, who were seated next to each other. "There's always something worth fighting for, the same bastard that killed father still has Sansa. We can't let him have her, she needs us, Robb. Bran, Rickon, and Arya are still out there too, The Starks will not be forgotten. The Wolves will rise again."

A/N - Review and let me know if you like the idea of Robb being alive and Jon being reunited with his brother. It took about a month and a half for Jon to make it to the Twins, so he never went beyond The Wall to meet Ygritte and Sam never stopped him from leaving to go to Robb. Hope you enjoyed, Please Review.