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Sansa’s POV
My mouth gaped open at the sight of the immense army at Daenerys’s back in a way like I never thought was possible for the dragon queen. I am shocked in the army made of The Dragon Queen’s foreign forces and the rest with armies all throughout Westeros. My eyes see more and more people pour into battle formations as one army against the dead. I am chills going through my body in the sight before me.
It makes me wonder if Daenerys Targaryen had this planned all along so she would seem like the hero and queen that Westeros truly needs. Her dragon turns to face the Night King and his forces. And before any of us watching could say anything, her dragon charges forward then leaps into the air; flying right for the dead.
On the ground, the armies in formation charge into battle, roaring in glory with her beast flying just above them. The Night King turns his army in the direction of living and points his ice spear toward his opposing forces. The dead henchmen lead his forces straight at them. I take a couple of steps forward in the hopes for a better look to see who is leading the armies.
I see just enough that the men leading the charge on horses are some Dothraki, Unsullied, houses from all over Westeros, Jorah Mormont, a blonde haired young man next to Jorah Mormont, the Unsullied leader, a dark haired man next to a man I never thought I would ever see here in Winterfell, Jaime Lannister.
I look to Brienne telling her, “Jaime Lannister is here.”
“What did you say, Lady Sansa?” She says in disbelief of what I just said.
“Jaime Lannister is here, Brienne. He is on the front lines leading the charge.” I tell her again while she is processing the fact that Jaime is here in the North.
Brienne walks a few steps forward to get a closer look and gives a small laugh filled joy that Jaime is here fighting the Dead. I must admit that I never expected him to ever step foot in the North after all his family and himself did against the north and their houses. She takes another look then turns around with a certain look on her face to me.
“Why are you looking at me like that, Brienne?”
“Theon Greyjoy is here as well.” She tells me.
“What?” I freeze in her words of Theon being here.
“He is here, Sansa.” She smiles to me as I go and stand next to her to see for myself. I place my hand over my mouth as my eyes widen at the sight of Theon Greyjoy. Theon is here, riding on a chestnut horse while firing an arrow with the volley of arrows from a section the armies’ formation. Arya and Jon smile that Theon is here defending the north from the dead. He took Winterfell from the Starks when Robb was King in the North. Now here he is helping to take it back against the army of the dead.
Everyone else sees those charging at the front of the lines and confirms what Brienne and I spoke of. Brienne and I give a small smile between one another knowing that the one person in our lives we care about is here to help in the fight. We never thought we would feel like this or expect them to do this.
Suddenly charging behind the armies are massive beasts that have long trunks and tusks. There are six of them that break through the snow storm as their large feet impacting against the ground in making thunderous noises charging to the Dead. The Elephants let out a trumpeting, rumbling roar in unison while I see a large built carriage like saddle on the elephants back. There are archers on the back of them and they begin firing when they are in firing range.
Jaime’s POV
My eyes look to see the catapults throwing large flaming rocks at the Dead far ahead of us. The flaming rocks crush the dead in its landing impact. I ride on knowing that Tyrion and Brienne are alive. If the dead defeat us, they die as well. I cannot let that happen. I do not know if I could bare Tyrion or Brienne dying.
The Dead continue charging at us, unbothered by the dead being shot. Another front line formation throws their spears when they are within range. The spears strike down white walkers or dead animals to the ground, getting ran over by the oncoming deadlines. The charging armies yell out as they flood over the army of the Dead.
My horse is chomping at the bit in his mouth while other armored warriors ride alongside me. I cannot help but hear the sound of our thundering horsemen charging and plowing through the snow fields of the Long Night. The dozen of house banners being held by riders on their galloping horses. I see snow going through the air like I have never seen. I have been in a number of battles, nothing compares to this. There is no word for any of this but irrefutable.
Some white walkers’ crash and tumble by more arrows striking them down. My eyes go to the left of the Unsullied leader flips his spear to an overhand grip yelling when our massive arm of horsemen crash through the white walker lines. My horse runs over walkers while spears are hurled through the air. Bronn shouts in joy of the battle happening all around as he kills any of the dead that get in his path.
The Golden Company elephants split in different direction of the armies so they can deliver damage all over the place just like a wild pack does went hunting down herds. The elephants swing their tusks to the left and right bashing the dead into the air while their large feet crush them into the ground instantly. The archers on the great saddle of the elephants unleash their arrows. The elephants ride down when I notice what appears to be a giant dead man.
The dead giant man starts running at the elephants with a sword but one of the archers grabs a spear and hurls it. The spear goes right into the skull and its body falls to the ground. The elephant charges right over the body of the giant, continuing to tear through the dead on the battlefield. I smile in seeing the War elephants raging on and I cannot believe I get to witness them in war. I am in wonder of the living fighting together as one army with one purpose. It is an amazing feeling to have but one I do not linger in.
I keep riding through the lines of white walkers running them over like they are nothing but tall grass. I fight off the gripping hands of white walkers trying to tear me off the back of my horse but I pierce my valyrian sword through each of them when riding by galloping speed.
My eyes go to see the Unsullied leader uses his spear to knock one of the dead men off their corpse horse then shoves the spear into head of it. I witness the body of the dead man give an ear piercing ice shattering like scream before its entire body erupts into ice pieces. My mouth is open in what just occurred but more so when I notice a few white walkers unharmed fall to the ground. In seeing this, it appears that when those particular dead men go down, so do others that the fallen one must have created.
I ride around looking for another one of those and see one. I smile and before the dead man sees me, I throw my sword in his direction. The sword flies right at him and goes through his chest and out the backside of the dead man. The dead man gives the exact same icy death scream like the previous. I cover my ears in hearing its death when its body shattered into ice pieces.
I smile to see more unharmed walkers fall to the ground. I grab my sword as several other riders begin to notice what happened. Some of the horsemen begin to hunt down the other white walkers when I hear the sound of the dragon roaring above me. I freeze in the massive flying beast descending directly upon me, opening its wicked jaws. This was her plan the entire time instead of confronting me in front of the armies. She will kill me on the battle field and the dragon will eat me and my horse whole.
I feel like I cannot move when its mouth gets closer but it flies right over me, chopping its jaws on a giant white walker charging up behind me. The large beast flings the body of the giant around while the dead giant is still in its jaws. The dragon bites the body down in half then throws its remains down below the battlefield. I am in utter shock that she just saved my life. The Mad King’s daughter and her beast saved my life.
The Dragon Queen looks back at me knowing it was me, the killer of her father that she saved. She leans forward and her dragon follows her lead, flying onward. I shudder in the fact that she saved me. She could have let me died but she didn’t. The dragon roars in soaring through the air with the restless battle on the ground below her.
The dragon flies back in the direction where the rest of the army is waiting on the forest edge line. The Dragon Queen flies right over when the dragon unleashes its mighty flames upon the army of the dead. The flames burn through the snow, trees and dead men caught within the flames. The Dragon Queen extends her arms out in the power of her dragon is delivering upon the dead. And even though she is up in the sky, I can see just enough that she has a smile on her face of the fire raining down on the dead.
I put my mind back on the battlefield and ride on to see the Dothraki fire their arrows and kill for sport just like they did against our army when Daenerys attacked us. They butchered anything they can get their hands on as if they were like the dead men themselves. I admire their fighting spirits though. I wish men of Westeros had that kind of fighting spirits when they are all about delivering the good swing when it just needs to be about killing them however you can.
Jon’s POV
I smile in the hundreds of thousands fighting the dead while the men of the night’s watch cheer in Daenerys returning with an irrefutable army at her back. This is an army, a real army united for one purpose behind one leader. Tormund places his hand on my shoulder laughing in joy that this is actually happening right before us.
I hoped this would happen but I imagine Tormund dreamed of this happening since he was a child and those that came before him while living beyond the Wall. Even Mance probably imagined and aimed for this to happen. The living has a far greater chance against the Dead and Night King now.
Suddenly I see the Night King walking right toward us among the battle occurring. He is walking past the massacre like he is a haunting spirit with an ice spear in hand like he is daring me to come right for us. I take a step forward but Tormund places his arm in front of my chest to stop me. Tormund shakes his head no, letting me know not to fight him right now.
“You’ll have your chance. For now, you need to get your loved ones out of here. The Night King will use this as his chance to get to them while he can.” Tormund says to me while the Night King continues walking this way. Tormund is right. He is coming for Arya, Bran and me. We have to get out of here now.
Rhaegal roars to the skies and Drogon roars back in response to him when he circles above Winterfell then back to the dead. I see Daenerys doing what she said she would do in helping to destroy the Night King and the army of the dead. She kept her word all the same. Rhaegal lowers his shoulder wanting to join the fight with his dragon brother and mother.
I look back to everyone and tell them, “We have to get out of here. I know Rhaegal can carry at least ten people at most on his back but with his injuries, he can carry maybe five people total without issue.”
Sansa tells me, “Take Arya, Bran, Benjen, and Gendry. Go now.”
I am shock that Sansa does not want to come with us however for once Sansa is right. Gendry will not leave Arya again and Benjen can defend Bran. But I cannot leave Sansa here. I go to Sansa and tell her, “I know we are not on the same page but you are family. I cannot leave you behind.”
“I will be alright. I have Brienne and Podrick with me and if that is not enough, any men of the Night’s Watch that wants to volunteer to help get me out of here, I will take any help I can get.” Sansa says to me assured that she will be more than alright. She is putting her younger brother and sister before her. I honestly think that is amazing of Sansa to do.
I look to the men of the Night’s watch and Ed. “Please get her to safety.”
“We will, Jon. Go now.” Ed agrees and pushes me closer to Rhaegal.
“Jon, please careful.” Sansa tells me as I climb up on Rhaegal’s shoulder and help the others get on. Gendry and Benjen are too busy making sure that Arya and Bran are ok before they realize they are on the back of a dragon. Arya is the first one to be smiling the biggest smile out of everyone else. I sit at the front of everyone and I tell each of them to hang on tight.
I feel Arya wrap her arms around me. I can already feel the excitement coming from her as she rests her head on the back of my shoulder. I lean forward, placing my hands on two of his spikes to hold onto. Rhaegal lifts his head up and instantly flaps his wings to take us up before the Night King could get any closer to us. Rhaegal climbs higher and higher into the air away from the battling armies.
Sansa’s POV
The winged beast takes to the skies and disappears in the raging snow clouds. The dragon lets out a bellow as those who remain in the courtyard stand in amazement.227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0b51xQJLGC
I see the wildling man and the wildling girl charge into the roaring battle just outside of the ruins of Winterfell. I'm stunned of how they run right into battle with no fear. I wonder where the courage comes from especially in the wildling men and women.227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtAtSU3D0bU
My eyes go back down to the Night King who was also staring up at the skies then his eyes move instantly to me I gasp when the sight of the Dead Ice King is no longer standing there but the man, Brandon Snow is standing in his place now with dragon flames barely behind him through the snowing winds of the battle occurring behind him.
“Sansa Stark, come to me. Sansa…” The voice coming from the body of the handsome man goes from sharp and dark to soft, sweet like from the monster of the Night King to a man, Brandon Snow. His brown eyes have some trance to them that they hook onto me. I begin to feel drawn to him like a rope is around my feet, making me walk forward but not by force. I cannot explain how I want to go to him, even be with him.
He extends his hand out to me to come closer. I sigh in and out of the joy in going to him almost like he is the love of my life and nothing else matters. He smiles as I continue to walk forward until I feel someone wrap their arms around my body, stopping me from going to him.
“No! Get off of me! Stop! Let me go! Get your fucking hands off me!” I fight whoever is stopping me from getting to the man I need and have to be with. If I don’t, I feel like I will die if I do not get to him as soon as I can.
I am carried away when suddenly I feel an impact across my face that snaps me out of whatever it was that got a hold of me. I shake my head to realize that it is one of the Foxes that just slapped me clean across the face.
“Get out of here now. I brought these horses for you. Go now.” This masked Fox orders to Brienne and Podrick putting a pair of reins in each of their hands of fresh horses for us to ride.
Brienne picks me up and puts me on the horse then mounts on the horse with me. Podrick does the same while the men of the Night’s Watch mount on their horses. I look to the masked Fox and see it is different from the other main two I am aware of. He has fox fur on his shoulders like the other two but the fur is light brown almost like the color of sand and his armor is brown instead of black and dark grey. This must mean he is a different kind of warrior Fox. He is filled with weapons just like the others; several knives, daggers and a spear on his backside ready to use. He carries himself different from the other two foxes.
“Who are you?”
This masked fox pulls out a sort of strange crossbow built weapon and loads it up with a small metal container filled with smaller arrows, ready to fire when his hand rests on the handle of the weapon. And his finger ready to pull what looks like a trigger of some kind.
“Desert Fox! Go!” He shouts to me and pulls the trigger on his weapon.
The weapon unleashes the small arrows in a rapid and tremendous velocity right at the Night King. He uses his long ice spear blocking each of the arrows coming at him. The men of the Night’s Watch shudder back in terror that the Night King is withstanding this kind of weapon.
“I have never seen that kind of weaponry before. That would kill a bear in one shot to the head. How is he able to do that?” Brienne says in shock of the weapon the Desert Fox has.
“Fucking go now!” The Desert Fox screams, firing again at the Night King.
Brienne forcibly puts me on the horse. She gets on the same horse with me while Podrick mounts up. Then we ride off toward the other gate entrance of Winterfell. I look back to see the Desert Fox loads up his weapon again with another container holding the small arrows. The Night King charges at him when he knocks the weapon out of his hand when we ride out of the sight, unable to see what happens next.
Desert Fox’s POV
The Night King continues walking forward to me while arrows are not working against him. I lock up the weapon, placing it on my backside. I hold up my fists ready to fight hand to hand with him once I get rid of his ice spear.
“Come on, Night King of the Dead and the Long Night; killer of the living and fierce dragon, Viserion!!!” I yell right when he swings his ice spear above my head.
I dip down, dodging his throw of the ice spear then instantly get back on my feet when I throw the first punch. However the Night King barely feels it. The Night King punches and kicks me away from the ruined gate entrance and slams me against my backside of the closest stone wall. A punch from the Night King goes through the wall right as I move from receiving his icy fist.
We trade blows with one another. I feel the terrible aching in my muscles from his strength against my strong built armor. I feel my knuckles hitting his ice cold body and my knuckles are throbbing in the bit of agony of hitting him over and over again. It appears that my blows are no bother to the Night King. However maybe these will do the trick.
I move away from the stone wall and back into the courtyard where his ice spear is not far from him. The Night King rushes me, about to land a kicking blow but I catch his leg, grinning at him from under my helmet mask. I use his own strength against him, flipping him over. The Night King lands into a water horse trough.
I take a few steps back when he gets himself out of the water trough. I run toward him and leap onto his shoulders. I wrap my legs around his neck, locking my legs so he cannot tear me off him. I begin to take turns using my elbows to hit him in the icy crown like head of his or the backside of his neck.
Then I pull out a valyrian steel dagger and the Night King realizes this and before I could do anything to counteract him, he backs himself up into the closest wall. I feel the quick force of the wall hitting me, making me lose my leg locking grip. The Night King throws me over his shoulders, slamming me against the muddy ground. The dagger falls out of reach of me.
“Ahhh! Fuck!” I scream in agony my lower back feeling the impact from the wall and the ground back to back. Suddenly his cold blue hands wrap around my throat and he begins to lift me off the muddy ground. I wrap my hands around his wrist when my feet are not touching the ground. I gasp when feeling his cold hand tighten around my throat, starting to choke the life out of me.
I feel like the world becomes slow around me the more he chokes the life out of me. Then a single sound fills my ears, the sound almost like that of something massive running closer and closer to us. I smile knowing exactly what the sound is.
“Surprise, motherfucker…” I strain myself to say to him while I struggle to breathe as he is choking me.
The Night King tilts his head wondering what I mean until he looks to the right but it is too late. He is knocked clean away from me by the massive hitting impact of Obelisk. I fall to the ground face down gasping for air as Obelisk in his full body armor stands in front of me, defending me from the Night King.
I manage to get to my feet still trying to catch my breath while the Night King looks at Obelisk. I smile in the sight of the Night King standing before an astonishing beast like Obelisk. Obelisk roars with the cold air showing his breath and stomps his feet against the ground ready to charge at him with his large horn that can tear him in half.
I grab the long spear made of pure valyrian steel on my backside. I spin it around in my hand while the steel gives out a song when it is brought out to fight. The Night King sees his ice spear just a step away. Obelisk rushes at him and he swiftly grabs it, placing both hands on his long ice spear. With one movement, he swings the ice spear trying to get his armored face. But Obelisk shoves his horn right into the chest, charging everything he has in him to slam the Night King against the wall.
The wall cracks apart when Obelisk impacts the Night King against it. Obelisk takes a few steps away then charges at the Night King unaffected by the strong hit. He begins to batter the Night King further and further into the wall until the wall crumbles on top of the Night King, crushing him. Obelisk backs away snorting then his attention goes toward the direction where the survivors rode to get out.
I see the arm of the Night King in between several rocks and it seems like he is not moving. This is a chance to get the survivors out of here and face him again on my terms than his. I exhale in frustration knowing I need to follow orders of my leader, the Winter Fox.
Without any further delay, I climb up onto the back of Obelisk ready to go. Obelisk snorts before charging forward with me riding him onward to the next fight. I have my right hand hanging onto the metal hand grip of his armor for the few occasions of riding him in battle. Obelisk moves his body forward, gaining more speed to catch up with the survivors.
Sansa’s POV
I hang on for dear life as Brienne rides us closer to the other gate when suddenly she pulls on the reins to bring her horse to a stop. The horse slides its hooves against the snowy ground, struggling to come to a stop with the wet ground. I lean back in the suddenly stopping at whatever it is that has Brienne stop the horse.
I cannot help but to be in shock of what my eyes are seeing compared to earlier. Everyone is frozen at the beast standing in front of the gate. There is a large massive creature larger than our horse. And this is no ordinary beast like the ice spiders, bears, bucks and giants in dead army. This is a direwolf…
This dead direwolf has ice piercing blue eyes; the same ice blue glow piercing through its chest like a large sword cut it down before it was turned into the evil creature it is now. The dead coat is full on white with black as the dark night sky tips on the backside. This thing alone can take on an army of hundreds if not thousands with common weapons. This dead direwolf has some bones showing under its rib cage. This dead one is larger than Ghost, Nymeria and the pack combined.
This thing will certainly tear Ghost, Nymeria and the remaining pack to shreds easily. They’ll die facing against that beast. And this direwolf would have to have been alive a long time ago when it became a white walker. The dead wolf must have been alive around the time when direwolves were by the side of the Kings of the North long before House Targaryen ever came to Westeros. My mouth opens in the possible chance this direwolf had to be killed in the very first Long Night battle against the white walkers during the Age of Heroes.
The Dead wolf curls its lips back, showings it large, sharp black teeth drenching in blood from already killing men before we saw it. The wolf lowers its head growling an almost icy death like growl with the dead back fur tips almost glowing blue ready to lunge at us. It is nothing like the growl of Ghost and Nymeria. The sound of it is unnatural, not right for the living to hear. The horses are trying to back away in terror of this deadly beast when it begin creeping forward when a predator hunting its prey for sport or food.
“AHHHHHHH!!!!” All the men of the Night’s Watch unleash everything in their lungs in seeing the Dead Wolf covered in blood and I scream in complete horror with them.
Brienne looks around and sees what could be a way out of Winterfell aside from the remains of the gate. She looks to Podrick and the men of the Night’s Watch then she points to the great hall. “If we can get inside there and barricade ourselves inside with all of the tables against the door, it should be enough to hold it off until the living army reaches Winterfell.”
Before anyone can say anything in response, someone screams, “RUN!!!!”
Without putting another thought into it, Brienne turns the horse around and giving the horse no choice but to run up the stairs in the direction of the great hall. The horse carries us up the stairs when the dead wolf only takes five massive strides to us and attacks the last rider, a man from the Night’s Watch. The horse is thrown to the ground crying of the dead wolf using its large teeth and claws to tear open its neck and chest.
The man of the Night’s Watch is crushed underneath the now dead horse. He is trying to get himself free from underneath the horse but fails when his entire head and shoulders are completely ripped clean off. There is so much blood everywhere on the stairs like it is raining blood. The dead wolf goes for the next rider by latching its jaws on the back left leg of the closest horse.
The dead wolf jerks the horse off the stairs and onto the wet muddy ground. The rider screams of the horse crushing his body. The walker wolf kills the horse swiftly then is about to go for the rider but an arrow is shot right into the head of the rider. The arrow kills the rider instantly.
The Dead wolf stops in the arrow killing the rider. The wolf moves his head to the left in seeing the Desert Fox using his own weapon to kill the rider before the wolf could do it. The Dead Wolf lets out a spine chilling roar at the Desert Fox.
The Desert Fox aims at the wolf while saying in a cheerful tone, “Hello there.”
The men of the Night’s Watch already fled for the great hall while the Desert Fox is not affected by its unsettling roar like the rest of us. He fires at the Dead Wolf. The Dead Wolf leaps away from his firing arrows. Podrick and Brienne watch the Desert Fox dodge the Dead Wolf when loading another arrow container into the weapon.
The wolf leaps into the air and his body is above the Desert Fox. The Desert Fox aims his weapon right for the Dead Wolf when another large animal knocks the Dead Wolf away and into the ground. I gasp in the large animal being in full armor and shoving its horn right into the underbelly of the Dead Wolf. The Desert Fox is aiming for the Dead Wolf but is having trouble to have a good shot to the Dead Wolf. The Dead Wolf and this strange beast begin tearing into each other.
The Desert Fox screams to us, “Go!”
We ride forward and catch up to the Night’s Watch riders. The horses’ hooves pound against the stone floor with an echoing noise of their galloping all through the halls of Winterfell. Brienne cuts a tight corner when we reach the great hall. There are pools of blood all over the hall but no bodies just like in the courtyard of Winterfell earlier.
Brienne and everyone else jumps off their horses and starts to barricade the doors to the great hall. I am about to get off the horse but Brienne tells me, “Stay on the horse. You need to go now.”
“I’m not leaving with you, Brienne.”
“Not another word, Sansa! You are leaving without me if you have to! Get out of the hall and Winterfell now!!” Brienne shouts to me while she and Podrick flip over one of the wood benches and begins pushing it to the door.
“No, Brienne! I am not fucking leaving you here! I cannot survive without you!” I shout to Brienne.
I am not going to leave her. I know I cannot survive without her nor will I leave her. She is the only one I am connected to through my mother aside from Arya, Bran and Jon. I cannot lose Brienne. If she dies, I do not know how I will be able to handle it.
However Brienne grabs the reins of the horse before I could stop her. She opens the second set of doors in the great hall and looks down the hallway to see if anything is there. It is quiet as a crypt in the hallways. She pulls the horse forward as I try to get off the horse but she catches me from getting off the horse. She forces me back up and immediately gets back behind the door, starting to close it.
“Get out of here, Sansa!”
“No, Brienne!!” I beg to her with all of my might.
Then by some miracle, Brienne is forcefully pushed out of the hall. I see it was Podrick as he enters into the hallway with us and two other horses. The men of the Night’s Watch tell us to go while we have the chance and they will hold them off long enough for us to get away. They slam the doors shut, no longer seeing them. I sob in relief of that heaviness on my heart in the thought of losing Brienne and Podrick in the Long Night.
Brienne gets to her feet in anger at Podrick for pushing her out of there. “Podrick, what in the seven hells are you doing?”
“I am helping you to keep the oath you swore to Lady Stark in protecting her daughters! You are staying with Sansa and protecting her to your last breath!” Podrick yells back at her then gives her a set of reins for the horse she will be riding.
Brienne does not respond back to Podrick’s words and grips onto the reins because she knows deep down he is right. Brienne places her hand on his shoulder in respect of what he did. The three of us look at the great hall door, the men of the Night’s Watch are using anything to bar up the doors, to keep anything from getting into the great hall right away.
Brienne and Podrick mount up on their horses ready to get moving. Brienne gets in front of me while Podrick is behind me on his horse. Brienne is about to lead the way but my horse is panicking the same as I am but we have to keep going or we are going to die here. I shudder in gathering the reins in my hands and try to get the horse to go. But the fear in the horse is becoming too much.
Before I could do anything else to force the horse to run, Podrick whacks the horse on the back end. The horse lets out a squeal and finally takes off galloping. I nearly fall off the horse but manage to stay on with gripping my legs around the horse as tight as I can. The horse bolts forward knowing it is life and death for itself and I am just along for the ride.
Brienne, Podrick and I ride through the stone halls of Winterfell. I hope the echo sounds of the horses running don’t bring white walkers our way or that massive dreadful dead direwolf. I look back in dread in the men of the Night’s Watch. I fear that they will die in the great hall.
Ed’s POV
We all make it a group effort in flipping the main table setting before the cold fire pit. We push the table to the doors to block it along with anything else heavy and movable to block the door from anything getting inside the hall right away.
I feel my face still covered in blood from the others killed by the dead direwolf beast. I am still shaken up in what I saw. I have seen Ghost kill but he has done nothing like that dead beast did. I struggle to get my mind off the sight of them being ripped apart.227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfzwtn8KF7J
When we are finished barricading the doors, we mount up on our horses to ride out fighting if or when they break through the doors. Everyone goes completely silent. I try to keep a strong grip on the reins of the horse while the horse jerks its head up and down in terror and not standing still, struggling to remain silent.
Suddenly my horse stops at the sound of thudding foots steps approaching the barricaded door. I place my gloved hand over my mouth, doing whatever I can not to make a sound as the echoing footsteps get closer and closer. My eyes widen of ice beginning to cover the door to let us know that they are getting closer to us. And there is no other way out of the hall. They are coming.
I aim my sword, ready to start swinging for what comes through that door when the sound of thudding footsteps stops. I see my cold breathe in the air when the ice covered the door lessen. My eyes go to the men wondering what is happening. But we all keep our guard up, wondering if they are going to rip the doors off its hinges.
Still, nothing happens. And the cold air around us does not smell like dead flesh of the corpses like they did at Hardhome. Suddenly we all jump at someone banging on the door violently. We are about to go down fighting them until someone speaks, a living person speaks to us.
The living person shouts from the other side of the door, “Everyone alive in there? Who is not dead? Sound off!”
“Yes!” I reply back as do some others. It sounds like the masked fox from outside when distracting the Dead Direwolf.
“Is everyone in there with you?”
“Lady Stark and two others left with her.”
“Fuck! Which direction did they go?!” He shouts in anger that they separated from us.
“I’m not entirely sure. I just know they left on the other side of the great hall.” I respond back to him.
“Get out of there now and go to the King’s Road direction! You’ll be protected there!”
I look to the others who are shaking their head yes in exhaustion of all of the running we have been doing since fighting with the Ice Spiders. I cannot deny that is what we all right now but he cannot face off against the Night King. “What about you, Desert Fox?!”
“I’m going after them before the Dead or the Night King himself gets his cold, dead fingers on them! No matter how much I want Sansa Stark to die for the damned bitch she is! Now, get out of there and leave to the King’s Road and the army encampment!” He screams before leaving.
I hear him running in the direction Lady Sansa and the other two went. I wonder how he will be able to face off the Night King. He is a mighty fighter like some others I know. But facing off against the Night King will be the death of him.
My eyes go to my fellow men of the Night’s Watch and I will not let them go any further in fighting if they do not want to. “To those who want to get to safety, go ahead. Those who want to stay and fight, follow me.”
I mount off my horse and begin moving all I can out of the way to get out of here. And without a single moment to spare, they all begin to help free up the doors. None of them want to leave. They want to stay and fight as we are supposed to as Men of the Night’s Watch.
We free up the door and get back on our horses. Then we all ride in the direction the Desert Fox and Lady Stark went to, ready to face whatever comes our way in these dark halls. We are the shield that guards the realm of men. We’re going to hold our vows to the very end.227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡL36poJ2luG
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