Flame // Sandor Clegane

Light the Trench

'Open the gates! Fall back!' It was a very bleak battle one they didn't know if they could survive the Dothraki and the unsullied stood their ground as the enemy got closer everyone else fell back to protect the castle.

The archers stood up top shooting flaming arrows down at the enemy, they were getting closer to Sandor but arya shot one in the head killing it. that was the second time arya could've let him die but this time she chose to save him.

'that girl,' chama said happily slicing a white walker. 'good thing I taught her how to shoot!' chama noted running past sandor.

'Light the trench! Light the trench!' Davos waved his torches back-and-forth alerting daenerys that now was the time to light the trench to protect the castle. But Davos continue to wave the torches but Daenerys on her dragon could not see the little flame from above

'Like the trenches! Light the trenches!' he told the archers and they shot their flaming arrows at it but the fire fizzled out.

'Chama I think this might be your purpose.' Beric said noting to the un-lite trench.

'no,' sandor said.

'ive never... not without...' chama glanced back.

'you have the power. Use it. Wield it.' Beric instructed so chama marched past the army, her red hair blazing among the white snow.

'what the fuck did you do?' sandor questioned.

'she can do this.' Beric told him.

'and if she doesn't? and she dies?' sandor shouted.

'she can do this. Have faith.' Beric assured him. Chama took a deep breath as she approached the trench. Chama forward putting her hands on the trench borders saying a prayer to the Lord of light to give them fire to protect them to save them arrows flew past her sword swung the enemy near closer she kept praying and praying and praying they got closer and closer and closer finally as when one was about to jump on her the whole trench lit a flame killing the enemy that ran into it. A circle of light of fire swarmed around Winterfell protecting them the flame was mirrored in their eyes as they watched the enemy burn. Chama stepped back amazed. She did it.

'They lit the trench' Theon told them he turned back to Bran. 'Bran? I just want you to know I wish... The things I did-'

'Everything you did brought to you where you are now' Bran told him 'where you belong' he assured him 'home.' Theon nodded. 'I'm going to go now.' bran said,

'Go where?' Theon questioned and Brans eyes turned white as his head tipped back he went into the ravens he went to see what was going on without ever leaving his chair.

He saw the night king reaching out to him he saw the army of the dead waiting behind the trench but one by one they started to pile on top of it putting out the fire with their bodies.

The white walkers started to climb on top of each other climbing up the wall they would take the castle in no time at the rate they were going.