A Wolf of War (Completed)

Jon II

[Part two of two]
{First part of the battle has been posted!!}

The fool had the nerve to fly out into the night sky, even after he advised against doing just that. What a hypocrite. As Lord Valyrrn's dragon flew up into the sky, Jon watched from his side of the castle. There was a flash of blue before the darkness consumed it and then there was nothing; minutes later, there were loud roaring sounds and in a blink of an eye, there was a body falling from the deepest darkest pits of the sky. From the West gate there was yelling, and one of the calvary members from Lord Valyrrn's side rode out to almost catch the body. Arched and sliver-armored body falling to its demise, Jon recognized that it was Lord Valyrrn himself who was falling. The west gate opened and closed, the soldiers of the Valyrrn army were frantic and Jon wanted to know why. There was a rider, his horse going as fast as it could to reach the landing spot before the body fell completely down. Jon ran over to the west gate, from beyond the wall he heard a loud thud, and surely thought that the lord would be dead.

Moments later there was a voice from beyond the wall, "Open the gate! Valar open the gate!" The heavy wooden doors opened up only a little, and the rider came back in with the Old Wolf hunched over the back of the horse. The gate closed again latching safely and quickly; the female knight came down from the battlements as did another. Lord Valyrrn was carefully placed down on the ground, his chest plate was taken off as quick as they could get it off. There was a small piece of a broken dagger lodged in his gut, and his blood was blue? A mortal man's blood was supposed to be red, why in the old gods would a man's blood be blue?

The female guard kneeled down on the ground, muttering what seemed like a spell under her breath, and she pulled the broken dagger out of her cousin's skin. The woman and another guard pulled the chest plate back over Lord Valyrrn's body, as if nothing even happened. The female guard stood up and looked over at Jon, before she turned away and walked back up to the battlements. "Aren't you going to make sure that he is okay?" Jon asked, but the female didn't answer, but the big male guard did. "He'll be fine, just go back to your side of the castle, Lord Snow." Jon watched him walk away; grumbled under his breath then preceded to walk back to his side of the castle. What seemed like seconds later, the Valyrrn side of the castle had gone back to their way before. Stern and cold soldiers, as if their leader hadn't just been killed before them. When Jon looked back at the muddy ground where Lord Valyrrn had been placed, the armored body was gone from the sight and in a state of panic, Jon looked around for the dead man.

Then from every side of the castle there were voices ringing, "Brace for impact!" If there were any arrows left, then they would've been shot but the darkness swarmed the castle and the snow fell like heavy heavy rain. Then there was a voice from the west side of the castle, a strong and powerful voice, the voice of Hunter Valyrrn, "Send up the dragons! I will not hesitate! This castle will not fall tonight!" Jon looked over in that direction, his brown eye caught onto the sight of the light and dark blue dragon hover over the castle wall.

"I watched as this castle was being built, I will not see it fall tonight! Zaldrīzī sīmonagon! ("Rise up dragons!") One by one, the four dragon rose up into the dark sky with each other hovering over their assigned gates. Then it was silent, and from the West side of the castle there was a slight sound. The rattle of a bow string, and as Jon's eyes looked over at the West Gate, an lit-flamed arrow was in mid-air. In a split second, Jon ordered one of his archers to do the same. From the East and South Gates, Lord Royce and Greyworm sent fiery arrows into the night sky. What they all saw next was shit.

At the edge of the first trench, twenty-three thousand strong of dead men and giants stood. Then one by one, each of the dragons lit the second set of trenches; the line of sight erupted into flames and only the heads of the wights would be seen. The dragons hovered again; silence happened across the night sky again, until there was a high pitched roar that came from above. As Jon looked up, the lighter and much younger dragon of the dead came into view. There was yelling and cursing from all sides; in a second, Jon had ducked to avoid getting hit. But then there was a loud crack above him; and about a league to the North, there was a loud thud. As the light blue dragon was soaring down, the two older and much larger dragons bite into and tackled the younger dragon into the snow and ice. Jon looked out at the snowy field, the big crater was filled with only one body and tens of thousands of dead bodies surrounding it. The older two dragons were back up in the sky, hovering over their assigned gates once more. Then it was silent, and from the West side of the castle there was a slight sound . The rattle of a bow string, and as Jon's eyes looked over at the West Gate, an lit-flamed arrow was in mid-air. In a split second, Jon ordered one of his archers to do the same. From the East and South Gates, Lord Royce and Greyworm sent fiery arrows into the night sky. What they all saw next was shit. At the edge of the first trench, twenty- three thousand strong of dead men and giants stood. Then one by one, each of the dragons lit the second set of trenches; the line of sight erupted into flames and only the heads of the wights would be seen. The dragons hovered again; silence happened across the night sky again, until there was a high pitched roar that came from above.