Flame // Sandor Clegane

Thats the plan

The Dothraki army was at the front and their swords flaming to life could be seen from the wall all of them burning to life a field fire it was beautiful and glorious empowered them. They were going to win this they had to win this. Everyone stood like statues waiting for the enemy to attack no one spoke all you could hear was the wind whipping through the air and the ragged breaths of terrified people.

'The night king is coming' Jon said to Daenerys.

'The army of the dead are already here' she told him marching away. it was time.

As the screeching in the moaning of the army of the dead got closer everyone tighten the grips on their weapons preparing themselves for what was to come. They couldn't see anything they just heard the noise getting louder and louder and louder until finally they saw them thousands and thousands of them all charging at them killing them tearing apart limb from limb taking them down one by one. It was a stampede of white walkers as they marched past as they Trampled over the unsullied army things look bleak that was until Daenerys came on her horse on her dragon blasting fire down raining fire down upon them John was on a dragon as well guiding it to the army of the dead burning them to pieces burning them to nothing but Ash.

'You ready Chama?' Beric asked as she spun her blade in her hands.

'oh totally. Yep ready to fight the army of the undead...' she pursed her lips turning back to beric. 'the dothraki and unsullied are like really good right?' she questioned. 'I mean they get past them and why should we even bother right?'

'Dont die Chama.' Sandor told her kissing her.

'I wont die.' Chama whispered against his lip. 'I will become undead. A creepy fucker with white skin. I'm pale enough already.' She teased. Sandor kissed her again, her feet lifting off the ground as she wrapped her arms around him. 'How about the three of us stay alive?' chama suggested.

'That is the plan.' Sandor reminded her.