The crypts were no longer safe as the white walker slowly started to dig their way in screams ran it rang out the enemy was here.
Hiding. Hiding as the walkers came and attacked their friends. Killed their friends. Hiding behind a crypt. Tyrion looked to kitty and kissed her hand. A tear rolled down her cheek. She offered him a small smile and he nodded keeping hold of her hand.
'Theon' bran said. 'Youre a good man. Thank you.' The night king took a step forward and theon charged at him spear ready but the night king was quick stabbing theon through the stomach. He fell to his knees before falling completely to the ground.
Bran and the night king stared eachother down silently.
He reached for his weapon to end bran once and for all but Arya came leaping towards him. He grabbed her by the neck she dropped the blade catching it in her opposite hand before stabbing him with the dragon glass. Killing him. The rest of his army fell.
Kitty screamed as a white walker came at her but fell to the ground just inches from reaching her. she looked to tyrion and then sansa.
'is it over? Did they do it?' kitty questioned her heart pounding in her chest.
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The Hound, The Imp, and The Cripple // Sandor Clegane
FanfictionWhere three broken people find solace in each other. Katarina stark is the eldest child of Catelyn and Ned stark but she was flawed. With only one leg her mother distanced herself and treated her like a stranger so the rest of the family followed s...
