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Daenerys’s POV
My eyes got to the impaled body of the Winter Fox in the stone wall. I open my mouth about to call out for her but I stop when Drogon roars in anger to the left. My eyes immediately go in the direction to see Jon within the grasp of the Night King. My mind suddenly goes to losing my husband, Drogo and my unborn son, Rhaego by the witch and my dragon child, Viserion shot out of the sky in front of me. Then the thought of Jon dead on the snowy ground before me sinks deep within me that I feel everything inside me freeze.
Drogon shifts his body to be standing right in front of them a few paces back. Drogon lifts his head up and lets out a screech that causes for the Night King to turn his attention toward me. I snarl to see his icy blue eyes glare at me with Jon in a chokehold. Jon looks at me like I am the last face he will see and he does something I expected and yet wished he would not do.
He shakes his head yes for me to say the word. My lips press together knowing exactly what he is doing exactly what he said he would do if the moment presented itself to kill the Night King. My mind goes back to me and Jon on the ship in bed when he turns to face me.
‘If there’s a chance to take him out for good, I will take it. And I will take him with me if I have to, Daenerys.’
I snap my mind back when Jon unleashes the three words, “Burn us all!”
I cannot help but release a sob mixed in anger in what I am about to do. Can I burn Jon Snow in order to destroy the Night King? A man I love no matter what blood relation we have between one another. However I cannot risk the world for one man that I love. I open my mouth about to utter the word Drogon is ready to hear to burn them all. His mouth opens ready to purge the Night King to ashes.
Suddenly from the left side of the other white walkers, a masked Fox warrior charges in with a certain designed cross bow. He fires a large arrow made of valyrian steel and it goes right through the head of three in a row. All three of their bodies explode into thin pieces of ice. The Night King glares at the masked Fox that just killed them. The masked Fox aims at the Night King when out of nowhere group of men come running up a few feet behind the masked Fox.
I see Jorah I among them and I am filled with relief to see he is alive. Jorah and the rest of the group stop at the sight of the Night King. I see the Monsoon Fox with them and he takes off charging right toward the Dead King with his weapons in hand. two warriors that are from the Foxes of the Sunset Sea charge right at the Night King except one of the others tackles one of the Foxes. The Monsoon Fox evades one of the others trying to guard the Night King.
The Night King lifts Jon off the ground and chokes the life out of him. The other masked Fox with the high-power crossbow roars in a rage in what the Night King is doing. He boldly charges and peels the Night King off of Jon. Jon falls to the muddy ground gasping in what just happened when he lifts his head up to see the masked fox is hitting the dead king mercilessly, punching him over and over again.
I am in shock to see such a rage come from the Fox to save Jon from the Night King. It is almost like a devotion the Fox is showing for all to see. Jon manages to get to his knees as the masked warrior continues to beat on the Night King like a wild animal.
Then everything comes to a silent stop when a dead creature unlike anything I have ever seen comes running at the masked fox. The Fox instantly cuts a back flip, dodging the bite attack when the dead creature lunged at him. He does several flips away from the creature when I come to realize the dead thing is like Ghost. It is a black direwolf but far larger and monstrous with the same glowing blue eyes and gashing open wound across the chest with glowing blue.
The Fox lands on his feet snarling in response to the dead direwolf. The Night King gets to his feet with the Dead Wolf to his right side, ready to kill for him just as Drogon would for me. Jon grabs a dragon glass forged sword close by him, getting to his feet with wide eyes at the sight of the Night King’s wolf. Jorah and the group of men come forward to stand behind Jon, ready to give their last and follow Jon to battle.
My attention is drawn away from them and toward a hoard of white walkers running toward us. They attempt to climb onto Drogon however he uses his tail, feet and teeth to block them away from him until they are becoming too much to keep off of him. My eyes go back to make sure the others are out of the way then I scream, “Dracarys!”
Drogon unleashes a surge of flames onto the dead corpses all throughout what remains of the courtyard. I yell as the flames kill off the dead as they unleash pained howling. Drogon swipes his head to the left and to the right with orange-red flames breaking apart the hoard of the dead that were trying to crawl onto Drogon. I cannot resist smiling at the sight of them being burned away like sand in the wind and I unleash everything in me as Drogon does not stop burning them.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! BURN THEM ALL, DROGON!!!”
Drogon keeps on going until he has to close his mouth for a quick moment then lets out another wave of fire onto the dead. I notice the dead keep on coming, not caring how many are being killed off to reach me and Drogon. The flames are keeping them away but a few manage to go around and climb onto Drogon’s back and come directly for me.
I immediately get to my feet and draw out the pure dragon glass sword the Winter Fox gave to me. I stand to my feet and drive the blade right into the chest of the first one that comes at me. The body falls onto the back of Drogon while another three come at me. I smile as I draw back the sword then bring it down to take off the arms of the dead woman then slash the sword across for the head to come clean off. I let out a brief yell then duck down when a dead man nearly gets me from the right.
I take a few steps back and I take a swing with my sword cut right across the neck of this dead man. I draw out the dark grey blade from its remains then I twirl around to see a few more come at me. I hold up my sword and smile when I see Jorah climb up onto Drogon’s back with his sword in hand. He yells in taking out two while I take out the one charging at me. I manage to cut it at the waist line but the upper half of its body is still trying to kill me while it screeches. I lift up the sword then drive it into the skull, killing it off for good.
My eyes go to Jorah and he is thankfully unharmed.
“Are you alright?”
“Jorah, behind you!” I yell when one comes charging at him.
Jorah instantly turns around and kills the dead man before it could harm him. Jorah kicks the dead man off of Drogon’s back. I turn to see more of the dead are coming and it is too much for Drogon to handle on the ground. He needs to take to flight before they overtake us. I sit down in the seat of the saddle and look back to Jorah.
“Jorah, behind me and hang on!”
Jorah puts his sword away, sitting behind me and wraps his arms around the middle of my stomach when I tell Drogon, “Fly now!”
Drogon roars and extends his wings out and without delay takes to the dark skies; he is in the air away from the dead. Drogon levels out and soars through the air above the living and the dead armies battling one another. I see the war elephants plowing through the dead like weeds while flaming arrows are shot, piercing through anything that is in the landing of the volley of arrows.
Then Jorah tells me to look above and I notice a shadow above in the dark skies. I know it is not Rhaegal based off the size. It is Dead Viserion ready to attack. Drogon gently turns his head to look at me knowing how much it is going to break our hearts to attack him. But the child and dragon we know is gone and never coming back. Viserion is no more…
All that remains is the Dead Viserion serving the will of the Night King and he has to be put down like the dead beast he has become. Drogon groans when I have a firm look on my face to him then to Jorah. Jorah nods his head ready for what comes next. I urge Drogon to fly higher and faster. Drogon does so as we disappear into the raging storm clouds.
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Jon’s POV
I grip my hand tight around the handle of the sword ready to finish the Night King. I notice Theon, The Hound, and a few other men stand behind me ready to fight along with me. Each one draws their weapons while the Night King is backed by six other Wights as flames erupt in parts of Winterfell being blown by Drogon surround all around. I fear that seven and the dead direwolf against the seven of us are not good.
“Seven with a massive dead wolf against seven? I like those odds however I have something to even the field.” The Monsoon Fox says to him in a chuckle in the Night King’s attempt to finish us off like this.
The other fox comes over to me and without saying a word, he examines my neck. I realize he is looking to see if the Night King marked him when he had his hand around my throat. He shakes his head no to me. I feel like I can take a moment to relax knowing I am not marked. He draws out a thick metal bar that is no manner of a weapon until he clicks on a button in the middle of the bar. The bar extends out into a mighty spear with sharp points on both ends.
I can hear the song of the steel when it forms into a spear. The fox spins it around, showing off the fact that it is pure valyrian steel. The valyrian spear could impale anything that came across its sharp path. One of the men looks like he finished at the sight of the spear then directly asks the Fox, “How much for the spear?”
“Not for sale.” The Fox responds back to the man, taking his battle stance.
“Ok. How much for the powered crossbow?” He asks him.
He eyes the crossbow resting on his backside. The Fox looks at him with a certain look in his eye like he is about to kill him if he even tries to reach for any of his weapons. Our attention goes back to the Night King and we wonder why they have not attacked us yet.
However I sense two large creatures walking up from behind us. My eyes turn to see an armored creature that I have never seen before in my life. It has a massive horn that can ram right into them with one charge and his large feet that could crush a living person under one stomp. It is quite an impressive beast standing between the two Foxes. The armored beast roars, stomping his large feet to the ground.. This beast is ready to charge and tear anything apart.
Then I freeze at the sight of something I definitely never imagined to see. Another armored beast comes forward however it is not as large as the other horned creature. I have only ever seen this on a flag sigil and stories, never with my own eyes. I know that some were owned by the wardens of Casterly Rock. But how did a Lion get here?
The Lion has jet black coat with powerful forelegs, teeth and jaws that can easily be used for pulling down and killing its prey. I see it has a shaggy mane colored in the same jet black around its entire neck, past its shoulder when the armor starts in protecting its back and underbelly. The large, piercing amber color eyes are directed right at the Dead.
One of the two men struggle to point at the Lion standing beside the Monsoon Fox holding the hammer and the Monsoon Fox tells him, “Yes, it is a lion. His name is Aker. And no, he is far stronger, mighter Lion than any Lannister Lion has been.”
Aker snarls at the Dead when I shudder in terror to see what looks like a wight direwolf walking from behind the Wights. It stops next to the Night King. This thing is nothing like what Ghost and Nymeria is. This Wight wolf will rip them to pieces if they were to face against this dead monster. The piercing blue eyes and black fur with a touch of white is glowing from the massive gashing wound on the front of its chest; glowing blue like its eyes. This large beast of a direwolf is how I imagined direwolves as a boy in the stories I read from the Kings of the North.
Night King places his ice cold hand on the shoulder of this beast as if letting me know that this creature is his. Everyone is in shock of the beasts in this fight. The armored beasts roar together next to the Foxes while my eyes meet the terrible ice blue eyes of the Night King. I am unsure if this fight will be the death of me. However if it will be the death of me, I am going to take him with me.
The Night King, his six and dead wolf start moving forward and we all do the same. Every single one of us break into a full on run. The mighty lion and armored beast charges ahead and tackles the Dead direwolf together. In a few strides, we collide into each other as I block a strike from the Night King’s ice spear.
The Foxes trade blows with the Wights they are facing. Theon and the others land hits against the ice weapons of the Wights they fight. I see out of the corner of my eye that the Horned beast and Lion are brutal against the Wight Wolf, attempting to tear each other apart. The horned beast backs away and charges at the dead wolf. The Lion, Aker moves out of the way just before the dead direwolf is hit by the armored beast.
The horn goes into the rib cage of the wolf, carrying him up still charging forward into the nearest wall, colliding into it. The wall cracks on impact while the dead direwolf claws and bites down anywhere on the armored beast. The war animal keeps on shoving the wolf into the wall when the lion, Aker charges up from behind, jumping onto the backside of the beast then right at the dead wolf.
The lion sinks his teeth into the neck of the wolf however the wolf claws out the eyes of the war animal. The war animal cries out when his eyes is filled with blood backing away and the dead wolf is free from his horn. The lion manages to get on top of wolf, pinning it down. The war animal moves out of the way whimpering, unable to see.
The Monsoon Fox hears the cries of the war animal and he takes out the wight he faces without a moment to spare. He rushes over to the war animal, hopping onto his backside to be the eyes now and the animal briefly shakes his head calmer, knowing he is not alone. The Monsoon Fox uses his legs just as he does for a horse to help get him away from the fight between the wolf and lion.
The Monsoon Fox reaches for something on his belt and unfolds it. It is a horn of some kind and he uses it. The horn echoes so loud that it causes many on the battle field to look in the direction of the horn. He blows the horn a few more times like a signal than cuts down a walker that charges to him and the war animal. While this is happening, the dead wolf and the lion go between slashing and snapping at each other viciously.
The Night King and I continue to throw blows at each other until I use his weight against him. I turn him over to the ground, knocking his ice sword out of his hand. I swing his sword but he rolls away from my downward strike. I stride toward him and hurl my sword at him. But he kicks me away to grab his ice sword. I notice I am just a few steps back from the Winter Fox impaled with my sword, Long Claw.
My eyes go to the handle and I grab it in the hopes it will come out of the stone wall. However I have some trouble when the Night King gets to his feet and comes charging right toward me. I duck down when he swings his ice sword at my head. The ice sword goes into the stone wall which causes me to be able to free Long Claw. But the Winter Fox’s body falls to the ground and the impact causes her head to turn so wrong. My mouth gaps open at the sight of what is left of her until the Night King charges at me. I spin around, dodging his strike with now the Winter Fox’s sword and Long Claw in my hands.
I am ready in feeling that both of the swords are even in weight, both sharp and the exact kind of weapons to kill the Night King. I just need to go for the head to finish him off. The Night King drives toward me and I twirl the swords, using quick process movements against him. We exchange several blows and I force him to backpedal. I thrust Long Claw at him and disarm him of the ice sword. I swing both swords ready to slash him at the head.
The Night King advances forward with his right hand reaching for me. The Night King places his right hand on my shoulder then a sharp shiver is sent through my entire body that something happens. I drop the swords and fall to my knees as if something is crawling into me with flashing images. I shake my head in the images coming at me like a storm. All I can see is a man and woman on horseback riding beyond the wall. I cry out being overwhelmed by whatever it is the Night King is making me see.
He steps away from me, watching his work take hold of me. I place my hands on my head feeling like it is splitting apart when my focus is forced on a dark haired man wearing all black like he is from the Night’s Watch centuries ago on a black horse. The beautiful woman riding alongside him is also wearing all black on a pure white horse as white as the full moon shining bright across the dark night sky. It is clear by their features that they are from the North. I see their smiles turn into cries of anguish and sorrow for each other.
“Aaaahhhhhhh!” I shout in the agonizing of my head.
The Night King is standing over me, almost curious to watch what is happening to me. It is almost like he did not expect me to react like this. These flashes are tormenting me to the same man and woman walking along the top of the Wall, admiring the view like it is the first time for them. Then it shifts to the man and woman standing on the wall with armies approaching from both sides. The man is now the Night King and the woman appears to be like the Night King, ice, cold and beautiful in a sort of way like a Queen of his. Whoever this woman is, she is his chosen queen; a Night Queen.
Suddenly it changes to them fighting on the battle field side by side against north men and wildlings along with children of the Forest. There is nothing but swords in the darkness with suddenly explosions of fire here and there. During the battle, one of the Kings of the North shoves their sword right into the heart of the Night Queen. The Night Queen cries to her love and king one last time before the piercing blue eyes fade away, ‘Avenge us, my wolf!!’
The Night King and the rest of the dead have no choice but to flee as the armies of the North overpower them. He cries out to his love and queen at the sight of her being killed. Her body falls into the snowy darkness forever disappearing as if she never existed. And he has no choice but to leave, promising to avenge them against all of the living.
These flashes change to the same man and woman walking along top of the wall, admiring the view like it is the very first time for them. Their hands embrace one another just when I place my hands on my head screaming for whatever these flashes to stop as they are becoming unbearable like I am getting stabbed over and over by my own men of the Night’s Watch.
I let out a scream, unable to bear the pain like I am getting stabbed over and over again by my own men of the Night’s Watch. The flashes finally stop and turn to Ygritte dying in my arms at Castle Black multiplied ten times over. I cry out in feeling everything the Night King felt in those flashes while the loss of Ygritte hitting me like a dagger in my heart. My entire face feels like a river soaked in tears as I sob in feeling the loss and my eyes go up to the Night King.
The Night King has my own sword, Long Claw in his hands, ready to kill me but he stares at me like he knows what I saw. The painful flashes are replaced with sorrow loss Instead he extends his hand out to me like he wants to welcome me. I exhale in dread of what will happen if I do take his hand. Maybe if I join him, I can ensure that he spares everyone I love if the army of the living does not end the army of the Dead.
Suddenly I see something moving out of the corner of my eye and the Night King stares at whatever it is. My mouth gaps open in complete shock to see the Winter Fox sits up then slowly gets herself up to her feet. However her head is still turned so wrong from her body falling to the ground after pulling Long Claw out of her.
“Something is so terribly, terribly wrong. Wait, what am I looking at right now? Why am I seeing the wall I was impaled on?” She groans after saying this.
The Night King backs away in the fact that she is not dead. She was stabbed in a way that no one would still be walking around like she is. That kind of kill to her would have killed any large stag, bear, and boar even a direwolf, how is she still not dead?
She moves her hands and touches her head to realize what is wrong. “Oh…”
Then without issue, she twists her head around so her face is in the front. “Ahh! Seven Deaths! That hurt!”
She shifts the ways she stands when she sees the Night King holding my sword, Long Claw in his hand above me. I watch how she becomes almost like a ghost seeking revenge on the Night King for impaling her and about to finish me off too. She sees her sword to the right of her, laying on the ground just a few steps away. Before she could make a move, the Night King pierces Long Claw into her again!
“No!” I scream as she cries out, gasping in the sword going through her again.
The Night King twists the sword inside her, making sure she stays died this round. However the Winter Fox stops crying in pain and looks directly at the Night King like nothing can kill her. She wraps her gloved hands around his wrists, ripping his hands off the sword handle and uses his strength against him. She sends him flying back while Long Claw remains in her still. The Night King is sent flying across the courtyard and smashes onto the ground among the battle with the others
Everyone else fighting stops and their attention goes to the Winter Fox when she slowly pulls Long Claw out of her body, causing the steel to sing. The Lion and armored beast roar in glory of what we all see in complete shock. The Winter Fox yells in a rage once Long Claw was out of her body again. She drops to the ground yelling in agony. She may be impossible to kill however she certainly feels the pain.
She throws Long Claw over to me and it lands right beside me with blood all across the blade and handle. I slowly grab my sword then watch as she grabs her sword, forcefully pushing herself to her feet. She lightly twirls her black steel sword in her hand ready to charge as the song of her dragon glass echoes for the dead and the living to hear.
“You will not take him!” The Winter Fox unleashes out almost like an animal roar to the Night King.
The Winter Fox steps forward with her sword pointing at the Night King with a rage I have only ever seen in Daenerys fighting with or for her dragons, her children. The Night King actually looks afraid by the look on his face that he delivered two death blows to her. And she is still walking around like she is one of the dead herself.
I stand up and go to her left side. The Winter Fox has jet black eyes like she is death itself just like she did before I flew into battle with Rhaegar. She lets out an unsettling snarl to the Night King as the flames all around brighten up to show the fight between the Night King and us. The Night King grabs an ice spear from one of the fallen wights ready to face us.
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Jorah’s POV
I close my eyes in feeling the cold, wet wind blowing in my face as I hang onto Daenerys with Drogon flying through the storm. Drogon continues to climb with the dead dragon trying to remain hidden, waiting to strike at the right moment. However Daenerys wants to fight outside of the storm, no hiding in this fight. It is a personal for her to aim her dragon against a dragon that was once her child.
Drogon breaks through the clouds and I can finally open my eyes at the sight of the true night sky filled with stars and the nearly full moon shining to brighten up the night as the night should be for the world to see. Then Dead Viserion pops up from the storm clouds and drops in behind us. I look back to see Dead Viserion is right on Drogon’s tail.
Drogon immediately retracts his wings toward his body then shoots upward to be right above the dead dragon. The once Viserion roars in anger when Drogon manages to dive down to be the one chasing the dead dragon. I watch when Dead Viserion swiftly turns his whole body around so Drogon has no choice but to face him head on. Drogon roars right when he extends his massive clawed feet toward the once dragon brother.
Daenerys and I hang on as the winged titans collide above the dark clouds. I let out a scream when I nearly lose my grip on Daenerys in the saddle seat. Drogon digs his large claws into the corpse dragon torso. The dead dragon begins to fall through the air, crying out almost in pain. Daenerys and I watch on when Dead Viserion manages to pull up before hitting the storm line. Daenerys leans forward and I do the same.
Drogon speeds to Viserion and bites down on his neck and Viserion does the same in biting down on his upper neck. Drogon screeches in pain, pulling out of his bite with some blood coming out from his wound. Daenerys cries out almost as if feeling what Drogon is feeling in this injury. Daenerys immediately pulls Drogon away. Dead Viserion follows until I notice something just below the storm clouds. My eyes narrow wondering what it could be when it is Rhaegal breaks out of the clouds, flying into battle with his mother and dragon brother.
Rhaegal clashes into the dead dragon then grabs Viserion with his claws, swinging him around then exhales fire over him. As this is happening, Viserion attempts to claw at his underbelly. But Rhaegal releases him before he could get a scratch on him. Drogon roars to Rhaegal fighting against their dead sibling dragon.
As I see this, I cannot help but wonder how this must be affecting the dragons to fight against one of their own like this. I imagine the grief they must feel in doing this but having no choice to do so. Rhaegal roars back in response to Drogon when it seems like Daenerys knows what they are about to do together. I hang on when Drogon flies forward to be flying next to Rhaegal. They fly the same speed going directly for the kill in Viserion.
My eyes widen when Daenerys struggles for a moment then shouts, “Dracarys!”
Drogon and Rhaegal release their fire onto the dead dragon but Dead Viserion sprays a jet of blue flames at Drogon’s back. Daenerys and I duck low on the saddle while Drogon and Rhaegal breaks through the blue flames, unharmed by it. We circle around then Drogon and Rhaegal set their sights on attacking the corpse dragon at the same time. Viserion is in the middle with his two dragon siblings surround him.
Dead Viserion exhales blue flames over us. I cry out in feeling the blue flames seer through the clothing on my arm from shielding Daenerys’s face. I know she is unburnt from dragon fire although I do not know if the powers of the Night King over the dragon will affect her with these kinds of flames. I scream in agonizing pain of the blue flames, burning down to my flesh. Drogon blasts streams of fire when the dragons start spiraling and plummeting through the storm clouds.
Daenerys and I nearly come off the saddle but we manage to hang on then recollect our bodies into the saddle seat. Drogon breaks away from the spiraling. Daenerys looks in worry and regret to the burning of my arm however I give her a look not to blame herself since I did it to save her from the dead blue flames. Our attention is broken in the mixed roars of Rhaegal and Viserion still battling one another.
Rhaegal unleashes his fire onto Dead Viserion. Dead Viserion cries out when his pure orange-red flames cause one of his wings to catch fire. Rhaegal breaks away from getting closer to the forest ground and levels out to hover above. Dead Viserion is screeching as he tumbles through the air deeper down into the dark clouds of the Long Night. Daenerys and I look down in sadness when we see a shock wave from the impact his body made to the ground.
Then we witness a burst of blue flames erupt break through the darkness. It must be where he fell to his possible death. I am not sure if Viserion is truly dead from this fall. He is a dead beast after all. I believe it will take more to kill him that a horrid drop from the sky. At least for now he is out of the sky for now and unable to do damage from the skies.
Out of nowhere, Rhaegal roars almost in a panic then dives down toward the direction of Winterfell. Daenerys and I knew something is going on with Jon otherwise he would not be flying like his life depends on it. Daenerys and I lean forward to follow Rhaegal through the storm toward Winterfell.
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Jon’s POV
The Winter Fox does a flying kick that sends a wight back while I am fighting the Night King again. The other Fox moves onto another wight himself and ends the wight within a few moves. The Monsoon Fox guides the blind beast into fighting against the dead charging in here. It lets out a deep roar as he moves his horn side to side, destroying anything in its path.
However a giant steps in front of them and the horned beast cannot face against this giant. The Monsoon Fox yells to the other Fox something in a different language. The other Fox grabs his powerful cross bow and throwing it to the Monsoon Fox. He catches it then aims at the Giant. The Giant charges at them as he pulls the trigger of the crossbow, the arrow is sent flying at the Giant.
The Giant stops instantly while the armored beast moves out of the way as the giant’s body falls face first into the ground. The Monsoon Fox keeps on firing the crossbow until there are no more arrows to fire. They keep on fighting until we all begin to notice the dead is coming here to Winterfell instead of facing the army of the Living.
“Get Obelisk out of here! Go now, Monsoon Fox! Take the Hound with you!” The Winter Fox orders to her fellow Fox.
“I am not fucking going with him!” The Hound screams in anger at him but he is injured with blood drenching down his shoulder.
“Go with him!” The other Fox yells at him.
“Nope! I would rather die fighting!” The Hound screams back.
“Arya Stark needs you! The Night King wants her! If you care about her at all, go!!”
The Hound does not say anything; instead he keeps on struggling to fight more of the dead. He will not make it if he does not leave now. The Monsoon Fox directs Obelisk to the Hound and before the Hound could do anything, the other Fox somehow manages to push the Hound onto the backside of the beast. The Hound manages to sit up right on the beast, about to jump off except the Monsoon Fox locks in a belt so the Hound cannot jump off now.
The Monsoon Fox does not hesitate urge Obelisk out of Winterfell. I am pushed back by the Night King as I see the beast zoom at a running pack of the dead. Obelisk roars when he climbs and runs over the running dead like thin ice. Obelisk zooms out onto the coming forces of the dead while he gains speed toward them.
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The Hound’s POV
I brace myself on whatever this fucking war creature is as the Fox rides the beast like a rider would on a horse except no reins. I see there is a barrier made by the armies against the Dead. The Monsoon Fox sees it while this insane beast charges that I have no choice but to hold onto the storm Fox or whatever his damn name is.
The creature heads for the barrier, weaving past the barrier speeding away. The Monsoon Fox and I look back to see some of the dead breaking through the barrier chasing anyone it can. The Monsoon Fox presses on a button in between the saddle handles. My eyes go down to see the large saddle bags locks unlatch, releasing out what looks like dozen of weapon spikes fall out like traps.
I watch on as the spikes cause any of the dead that steps on the spikes to drop to the ground, killing it. The spikes must be made of dragon glass by the black color to the spikes. It helps the beast to speed away, gaining closer to the forest line where catapults and flaming arrows are sent flying into the sky.
Then a giant gets into the line of pathway of the beast and the Monsoon Fox does not charge course. I cannot help but tighten my grip as I shout, “What are you doing?! Move! Move!”
The Monsoon Fox does not stir the course, going forward and I scream right when the beast collides into the Giant. The horn of the beast goes straight through the stomach of the giant. The beast continues charging forward while the giant is impaled on its horn. And before I could do anything, the beast starts thrashing his head side to side that the horn tears the giant’s body in half.
The Monsoon Fox and I duck down as the upper body of the giant flies over us and lands on the ground behind. I look back to see the upper body is still alive and screeching with its blue eyes staring at us. The lower body is crushed over by the beast as we are now reaching the forest line of where the archers are drawing back their flaming arrows. I close my eyes waiting for the flamed arrows to kill me.
Instead the beast passes right by the line of archers just before the arrows are loosed into the battlefield. The beast slows down to a stop while it is grunting with blood dried all over its eyes from the fight with the dead direwolf. The Monsoon Fox unhooks us from the saddle. I try to get off the back of the creature but I fall to the ground. I yell out in anger that the impact that causes my stab wound to become worse and I feel more blood drenching my shoulder.
“Ahhhh!” I yell out in my entire arm and shoulder searing in pain.
The Monsoon Fox jumps off the saddle while yelling, “Help! Maesters! Get over here now!”
The Monsoon Fox runs over and places both of his hands on my wound, placing press on it. I scream and try to get him off of me since he is making it worse. “I have to keep pressure on it or you will bleed out! Stop moving!”
“Get the fuck off of me! I do not need your help!” I push him off of me and attempt to get up.
“Bleed out and die for all I care!” The Monsoon Fox yells back at him and goes to the armored beast while several hooded and cloaked people come to tend to the beast instead of me.
I struggle to sit up when Gendry comes running over and looks at my wound. Gendry shakes his head and tells me, “He is right. You need to stop the bleeding.”
“Get the fuck off me, Gendry!” I yell at him, trying to push him off of me. Out of nowhere, I feel something hit me on the back of my head and everything goes black.
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Arya’s POV
I whack the Hound on the back of the head and he went out cold so his wound can be tended to without a fuss. The Hound is too much of a stubborn ass to want any kind of help right now. I seethe in pain of my ankle and fall to my knees. Gendry comes over and take me into his arms again. Gendry and I see the Monsoon Fox with a beast we have never seen before.
The Monsoon Fox is standing to the right of the beast while dark hooded and cloaked figures are tending to the eyes of the animal. The animal cries out in pain as they are cleaning up the eyes to see how much damage is done or if it lost its sight for good. The beast continues crying until I tell Gendry to take me over to the beast.
The Monsoon Fox sees Gendry carrying me over to them. I extend my hand out and gently rest my right hand in between the injured eyes of the beast. I imagine his hearing is everywhere, feeling out of control and helpless losing his sight. I felt the same when I lost my eye sight among the servants of the Faceless God. I want to help whatever this animal is the way I wish I had someone to help me.
The beast begins to calm down as if feeling everything I am feeling and the beast lets out a calming grunt. The Monsoon Fox and the cloaked figures are taken back in what is happening until I nod my head for them to continue their work to help him. The Monsoon Fox comes over to us in relief that we are alright.
“When you are done taking care of Obelisk, take care of Arya Stark as well. Treat her as one of our own; a Fox.” He tells the dark figures and they nod in his command. The Monsoon Fox walks away but stops and turns to ask us, “Is your sister, Sansa here? I know Theon Greyjoy and Jamie Lannister are with her along with Ser Brienne.”
“I have not seen her.” I tell him.
The Monsoon Fox groans in anger like he expected her to be here by now. He walks away and up to the nearest horse ready to ride into battle. He checks the saddle and stirrups real quick then mounts up. A fellow soldier comes up and gives him a dragon glass spear head, a bow and quiver filled with dragon glass arrow heads. Then he rides right out onto the battlefield and heads back to Winterfell.
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Jon’s POV
The Night King strikes at me and I manage to duck down, barely missing his sharp ice weapon. We trade more weapon blows, appearing to be evenly matched. I remember all I have been taught in fighting. I am fighting with my sword however my feet are doing most of the work. I keep moving, not planting my feet. I am trying to outsmart him rather than best him with brutal force.
I spin around and the Night King surges forward, raining down blows. I block his blows then we exchange several more blows. But the Night King back hands me and pins me against the same wall he impaled the Winter Fox into. I cry out when the Night King stabs my thigh with a smaller ice knife. I knock aside his other ice weapon and free myself.
The Night King slashes at my back however I bring my own sword behind my back to block him. We glare at each other as I circle and swipe dodging more of his blows. I feel the pain in my thigh and I refuse to stop fighting him but I am already getting worn down by the moment. However I will keep going, knowing what is at stake if I do not kill him here and now.
I hear Long Claw give a ring when it bangs against his ice spear. The Night King appears to be almost enjoying our fight unlike the other few and short times we have already fought. I struggle in moving back with the ice spear cutting across the fabric of my stomach. If he was an inch closer, my guts would be spilling out. I do not know how much longer I can keep on fighting while the others are finishing off the other wights.
The Lion continues fighting against the Dead wolf as they trade roars. They keep fighting with all of their might just like the Night King and I are doing. But the Lion and I are nearly falling down in exhaustion. I am forced to my knees, trying to fend off the blows from the Night King until I no longer can take another hit. I struggle to hold Long Claw above my head when the Winter Fox cries out in knocking the Night King away from me.
I lean forward placing my hands on the muddy ground before me, trying to catch my breath. I have enough strength in me to lift my head up to witness the Winter Fox and Night King go at each other again.
The Winter Fox kicks away his ice spear with a spinning kick but he does the same with her sword, ripping it away from her. The sword fall to the ground, leaving the Winter Fox without any weapons except her whip but the Winter Fox does not go for them. She is fighting hand to hand with him, giving it her all against him.
The other Fox comes over and sees my injured thigh. He immediately grabs something out of his belt and it is a large cloth. He pushes me back so I am on my backside. He puts the cloth underneath my thigh then comes around to front.
“What are you doing? Ahhhhh!” I ask but I scream when he completely tightens and ties it down.
He ties it off in a knot I am not familiar with and he helps me up to my feet, placing my left arm around her shoulders. He helps me walk forward then out of nowhere the earth shakes in a sudden thud from the skies above that causes us to fall to the ground. My eyes go up to see Drogon and Rhaegal landed right outside the entrance of Winterfell and starts burning away the dead overrunning the dead.
When all of them are burnt away, my eyes go up to see Drogon walking into what is left of Winterfell. Rhaegal remains at the crumbled entrance of Winterfell. I struggle to get to my feet when my eyes go to the fight continuing between the Night King and the Winter Fox. Drogon is a few strides away from them. I see Daenerys on his back with Jorah. I see they are covered in smoke and snow all over their faces.
The fox helps me get to my feet as tries to help me toward Rhaegal however I cannot leave the Winter Fox to face the Night king alone. The fight between them causes them to move around the remains of the courtyard. The Night King blocks her hand fist combinations until she screams in a fury like I never heard from anything in my life. She punches him in the chest, pushing him back a few steps until she forces him against the same wall he impaled her. She places her hand against his face, holding him against the wall while her other arm is over his chest. And her right leg is against his lower stomach. She finally got him pinned.
I get to my feet when the Winter Fox screams in holding the Night King, “Burn us! Daenerys, burn us now!”
My eyes go to Drogon standing above them. I shake my head no because I don’t want the Winter Fox to die, not like this. I wave my hands for Daenerys to look at me, begging her, “Daenerys, don’t do it!”
Daenerys looks at me then back to the Winter Fox. The Winter Fox ignores my plea to not kill her in the process of killing the Night King. The Winter Fox keeps her strength against the Night King when he attempts to break free of her grip.
I see Daenerys listen to my plea but this may be her only chance to kill the Night King. I understand that however the Winter Fox cannot die in defending me against him. The Night King is my fight, not hers. But I see the look in Daenerys’s eyes; she has made her choice right as the Winter Fox yells with all her might, “Do it, Daenerys! Burn us!”
“Do it!” The other Fox screams even knowing he will lose his leader in the process.
Drogon begins to open his jaws, showing the bright, orange red flames collecting at the back of his throat when Daenerys is about to utter the word I am dreading to hear. I scream when suddenly the Night King places his hand on the wall, causing the wall to crack from his powers. The other fox and I are nearly knocked off our feet in feeling a shake going through the ground and up to the skies.
Daenerys and Drogon stop in what has happened in the sounds of the ground and stones of Winterfell cracking. As this happens, the snow storm before becomes much worse that I can no longer see the Winter Fox holding the Night King. I look up but barely see Drogon hovering not a few feet from me. But my eyes manage to see enough around me that the ground and skies goes into a frenzied attack.
The ground below me tears apart like a fabric of clothes being ripped in half. The rip extends to the Winterfell and beyond to the fighting armies. The ground almost gives a massive groan in being torn apart. I fall to the ground in the shakes all around and the storm freezing all around. An opening rift tears through what stands of Winterfell until I can no longer see because of the storm happening all around.
I struggle to get up when I see a dark shadow running through the snow storm toward me. I hold Long Claw before me knowing it has to be a white walker; I am ready to kill it. But a gloved hand reaches for me, jerking me up to my feet and away. I start running with whoever it is. My eyes struggle until I see the others running from Winterfell. We keep on running to the point we are going through the chaos of the battlefield.
All the fighters and riders of Westeros have no choice but to stop fighting and flee. They all scream, “Retreat! Retreat!”
Everyone is making the trying to get back to the woods by the King’s Road while the earth continues erupting. Jorah is running next to me when out of nowhere, the earth erupts between all of us fleeing. The erupting turns into something coming up from underneath the ground; it appears to be large spears of ice setting all across through the battlefield and Winterfell. The Night King is turning the North into his own land of Winter in order to keep himself and the army of the Dead in the Great War.
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Jaime’s POV
Suddenly the sound of something massive cracks almost like the ground is being ripped through to its core under all of Winterfell. My eyes scan around to see what is causing it and all I see is the Night King with his ice, cold blue hands on the ground with the cracks spreading outward as if from his hands. The cracks pass through and up through the remains of Winterfell toward the Broken Tower in whatever power this Dead King has.
Then he gets to his feet, rising up his hands while the snow storm happening all around becomes stronger by the second. It is almost like a rapid flow of snow is coming down from above by his command. It is getting stronger to the point hardly anyone can see through what is happening. The Dragon Queen and her dragon roar in anger that the Night King is somehow causing it in order for him to get away as he disappears into the chaotic storm.
And before we knew it, the entire rapid flow of snow is causing the broken tower to finally crumble down. The top of the broken tower flies off as do the walls. Theon uses his body as a shield to Sansa Stark, protecting her as much as he can with the destruction happening all around. Podrick and Brienne rush over to me when the entire wall behind me rips apart, I feel the ground go from under me; causing me to fall as do the others.
We all scream in terror in falling to our deaths. If the landing to the ground was not enough to kill us, the once stone walls would finish the job in killing us. Sansa Stark and Brienne scream in terror as the rapid snow is causing me to no longer see them. I close my eyes in horror that I die this way. It is exactly what I deserve in all I have done. I fall out the same tower I pushed the little boy. The things I did for love.
Then I feel a quick jerk of my body that feels like it is no longer falling but flying in a sort of manner. I finally open my eyes to see that the rapid falling of snow remains but I am in the last place in the world I expected to be. I see I am in the actually talons of the larger dragon of the Dragon Queen’s and Brienne is with me. I look across from me to see Podrick, Theon and Sansa Stark in the other large foot of the dragon, being held tight by the talons so they wouldn’t fall out.
My eyes look up just enough to see the Dragon Queen struggling to maintain her seat on the massive beast while flying through this blizzard. The beast and the dragon queen let out screams while fighting through the ice storm, trying to get to safety. I grip my good hand onto the talon around my rib cage, hanging on for dear life; Brienne does the same. I hear thousands upon thousands of screams down below but the screams I hear the loudest is the dragon struggling to get through the downpour.
“Aaaahhhhhhh!!” The Mad King’s daughter unleashes everything will all her power.
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Jon’s POV
I am nearly taken into the ground as another huge ice spear breaking through but I keep on charging but some fighters and riders get dragged down into the endless rift. My eyes widen at the sight of what the Night King has done to Winterfell and the lands of the North when we finally reach the army encampment. We stop at the tree line of where several hundred archers are lined up; I freeze at the sight of the flamed arrows being drawn back, about to release a volley.
Uncle Benjen pulls me away just in time when they unleash the flaming arrows. We turn to see the flamed arrows piercing and killing through any white walkers charging after anyone they can through the chaos happening. I hear Arya’s voice yelling for the hundreds of archers to fire again. I follow where her voice is and see that she is right along the front line of archers as is Gendry.
I am filled with relief that she is still safe but where is Sansa? And where is Daenerys? My eyes go up to the dangerous skies knowing I cannot fly in that with Rhaegal. The storm would tear me clean off Rhaegal’s back if I tried to fly through that. I continue to search the skies until I hear Drogon’s roar and Daenerys’s scream erupting through the skies. They are trying to get through the storm and somehow manage.
When they do, the entire storm stops like a flame of a candle being blown out. Rhaegal gets closer to the ground and lands smoothly. I go over to him as fast as I can without causing more hurt to my injured thigh. I cannot help but to laugh in joy that he is alright. He is a harden survivor after this battle. I place my right hand on him while Rhaegal lowers his head to be on the ground in front of me.
“You are a harden survivor, Rhaegal.” I tell him while he lets out a calming growl in response to me.
Then my eyes including everyone else watch as Drogon brings himself closer to the ground, dropping something he was holding in his feet to the ground before he lands on the ground himself. I cry out in relief that it is Sansa, Theon, and Brienne that Drogon had in his claws. Daenerys saved them from the dangerous powers of the Night King.
But I also see another man with them. I am stunned to see it is Jamie Lannister himself. Daenerys saved his life as well. I can only imagine what must be running through his head that the daughter of the King he killed and Drogon saved his life. I hope he is wearing brown pants in what she did for him. A part of me wouldn’t blame her if she didn’t even try to save his life in the Long Night.
Daenerys and Jorah get off of Drogon’s back, looking to the land before us. The entire land is dead quiet that there are no birds, crickets or animal cries of any sorts. It has all gone so quiet that I wonder if maybe the Winter Fox finished the job in killing him. But I feel the Night King is still around down to my bones. I walk a few steps forward when Daenerys is looking across the maze of ice spears.
I walk forward to see what Daenerys sees just enough across the way of the Wolf Woods. The piercing ice blue eyes cut through the snowy fog to show they are still here and it is not over. It will never be over as long as one of them still walks the earth.
My eyes go to Daenerys when she says in anger and determination, “It’s not over."
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