Face The Darkness | GoT x Night King Reader

Chapter 21

But Viserion did not heed my command. Instead, he turned towards me, his fiery breath hot on my face. The warmth of his gaze was a betrayal that cut deeper than any sword. He lunged, his jaws wide, and I barely had time to react. The world grew smaller as his teeth closed around my armor, his strength lifting me from the ground.

The dragon, once the ultimate symbol of the warmth of the living, had turned on me. His fury was a furnace that burned away the coldness of the dead, replacing it with the warmth of life. The weight of his grip was like the warm embrace of the sun, subduing the chilling grip of the Long Night that I had once wielded.

The world around me was a blur of cold and warmth as we ascended into the sky. The treetops grew closer, the warmth of the dragon's fiery breath searing the air around us. With a roar that seemed to shake the very heavens, Viserion let me fall and opened his jaws, releasing a torrent of flame. The warmth washed over me, a fiery rebirth that sought to cleanse me of the icy grip of death as I fell down.

The forest below was a change of scenery to the coldness of the castle walls, a mosaic of life and color that seemed to mock the monochrome world I had come to know. The warmth of the dragon's breath kissed the trees, setting them alight, transforming the living wood into a sea of crackling embers that reached for the sky. The warmth spread, a conflagration that threatened to consume everything in its path, even the very essence of the Night King himself.

My fall was a descent into the warmth of the fiery abyss, the charring of my armor a stark reminder of the fragility of ice in the face of the sun. The impact was a jolting return to the cold reality, my body breaking through the canopy of burning leaves like a comet, leaving a trail of ash and snow in my wake. The earth rumbled as I hit the forest floor, the warmth of the fire meeting the coldness of the ground with a hiss.

I lay there, defeated, staring up at the sky through the gaping maw of a world that had turned against me. The warmth of the flaming trees above danced on my cold, bruised flesh, painting the night with a tapestry of light and shadow. The dragon's silhouette grew smaller, the warmth of his fiery breath a distant memory as he disappeared into the cold embrace of the night. The world had chosen its allegiance, and it was not with the bringer of eternal winter.

The night closed in, a cloak of cold that offered no comfort in my defeat. The whispers of the wind through the trees sounded like the jeers of the living, taunts that pierced the armor of my pride. The warmth of the fire that had been my undoing slowly faded, leaving me cold and exposed, surrounded by the lifeless, charred remains of a world that had once been a bastion of the living.