End Game// Tormund Giantsbane (3)

54. Tell Her

The brotherhood tried to form a line, but the white walker soldiers were coming too fast. Tormund wrestled with one soldier, and threw him to the ground. But with a turn another one jumped atop him. Tormund was quickly overwhelmed as he got toppled.

Jorah and Sandor wanted to help seeing the struggle but they had their hands full. TOrmund wrestled free from many of the undead, but two more surface from the icy water and grab bed his legs, pulling him into the lake.

"No!" Tormund shouted out.

He screamed and gagged, as his legs were pulled into the water, while other soldiers continue to wrestle with him atop the ice. One gets its blade around Tormund's throat, and pinned him down, desperate, he thought this was the end. But Sandor came to his rescue, axe swinging through the air and pulled Tormund away from the icy water. They shuffled backwards to the line of the brotherhood. 

"Thanks." Tormund said through panting breaths. Sandor grunted in return. In that moment he thought he was never going to see Caro or his girl again. It looked very bleak, very hopeless, they were surrounded and they were all going to die. 

 Then fire rained down from the sky. Daenerys. The mother of dragons had arrived. She gave them a circle of protection with the fire, her dragons killing walkers around them. She offered jon a hand but he needed to kill more of them. They were not stopping.

"JON SNOW!" Jorah shouted

The night king approached as the rest of the men got on the dragon. They took their captive white walker pulling him up as well. The dragons scales radiated warmth.

The Night king came closer and readies his spear. He choose to launch it at the flying Viserion, and it hit its mark, the dragon erupting in flame where the spear had entered. Viserion dove towards the ground, his scream answered by Drogon. Blood poured from Viserion as he crashed into the frozen lake. The ice crumbled, and the dragon's body comes to rest in the icy water while Raegon flew overhead. With a last gasp, Viserion's head slips back into the water, pulled by the weight of his sinking body.

Daenarys watched in horror as her baby died. 

"Go! Go now! Leave!" Jon demanded swatting a hand at them as he continued to fight on the ground. 

However, Jon was tackled by some undead, and they disappear into the waters. Daenerys hesitated, hoping Jon would resurface, but he continued to struggle and lose breath underwater. The Night king strides forward and readied his spear once again. Daenerys signals Drogon to take flight. The dragon launched awkwardly because of his many passengers. The NIGHT KING took aim at the dragon and hurls the spear. Drogon twisted, and dodged the spear, unseating Jorah, he started to fall, fear in his eyes but Sandor reached out grabbing him, pulling him back up. Daenerys looked back on the battlefield below as they flew away. There is no sign of Jon Snow.

The NIGHT KING mounted his horse. The undead army began to march away from the frozen lake.

The hilt of Long Claw lay on the ice by the water. Suddenly, Jon emerged, and pulled himself heavily from the icy water. Panting for breath he rested on the icy ground to gather his strength. He wanted to leave, to walk away, the battle was lost but, the undead noticed his labored retreat. He fell to his knees, and used his sword to stand, it took all he had and faced the army that ran towards him.

Unexpectedly, a dark, mounted rider plowed through the advancing horde, spinning a flaming weapon that killed the soldiers as he passed.

He rode through to Jon and dismounted. He dropped his hood and Jon stared back at him his uncle Benjen.

"Uncle Benjen! How?" Jon rasped. Benjen grabbed hold of Jon and lead him to the horse slinging him over.

" You ride for the pass." Benjen answered instead.

"Come with me." Jon begged. "Caro misses you."

"It's not time." Benjen whispered. 

"She's your sister." Jon corrected.

"Tell her I'm sorry." Benjen requested. Jon opened his mouth to object. "Go!" Benjen corrected slapping the horses rear sending it galloping. He ignites his weapon again. The undead army attacked, his fire went on as Jon rode away.

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"Auntie..." Caro spun around looking to Bran. "Jon found Benjen." 

"What?" Caro rasped. "Benjen is okay? He's-"

"I never told you... He saved me." Bran recalled. "He got us to castle black." 

"Where is he?" Caro begged. 

"He saves people. It's what he does." Bran remarked gently. 

"No... no..." Caro whimpered. 

"He saved me... he saved Jon... He is sorry auntie." Bran remarked. 

"Jon's okay?" She rasped wiping at her tears. 

"He will be." Bran agreed. 

"Mama whats wrong?" Tumi questioned hugging tight to her. 

"Jon is okay." Caro offered. 

"Tormund as well." Bran assured. 

"You hear that, your daddy's okay." Caro rasped. 

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"We'll meet again, Clegane." Beric remarked once they dropped the wight off.

" Fucking hope not." Sandor corrected as a dragon screeches overhead.

"It's time to go, Your Grace." Jorah remarked.

"A bit longer." Dany begged as a horn blared in the distance.

"Rider approaching!"