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LISTEN WHILE READING: "SAY SOMETHING" - MADILYN BAILEY & RUNAGROUND
THE ride to the North was quicker than Maia expected. She hadn't particularly realized how much faster a dragon could fly than on horseback, but she probably should've supposed that.
From beyond the fog and snowflakes, Daenerys spotted a flaming sword. She pointed towards it, screaming over the winds, "Is that someone who traveled with Jon?"
"I believe so!" Maia guessed, trying her best to be heard over the whisking air.
They came towards the action carefully. There was a small group nestled on top of a rock in the middle of a frozen lake, and an army, growing by the thousands, attacking them from the bottom. The army, blue-eyed and peeling skin, crawled along the ground towards the group. Maia saw a tall man fighting below, along with a male with a flaming sword. She saw Tormund and possibly Jorah. She even saw a woman fighting with them. And at last, she spotted Jon in the middle of it, stabbing his dragonglass dagger into the heart of a corpse.
When they were finally close enough to make out what was near them, Daenerys shouted, "DRACARYS!" All three dragons lit up the dead in flames. The dark blue skies were now brightening with dragon fire as they flew in. As Drogon steadied his movements, Maia unlatched her arms from Daenerys' waist. She plucked an arrow from her bag and set it on the bow, sending it barreling towards the slaughter. The dragonglass arrow flew down and punctured a corpse, who then flew into another corpse, and another, and another.
Jon's group waited atop of the mountain, watching the dragons blow the area around them to smithereens. Jon looked ahead to Drogon, spotting not one, but two heads on it. Daenerys steered Drogon to the side, and that was when Jon saw her: Maia Sanders, sitting on Drogon, and shooting arrows towards the army of the undead. "No," he whispered under his breath. She couldn't be here. She couldn't be in a fight like this. She was ... pregnant, was she not? Jon found himself losing balance as he thought of the inevitable. She would only be here if she felt she had to be. Had she ... lost their child? Was she okay?
Drogon jumped onto the snowy ground, blasting fire to the undead coming his way. Jon pushed his way through his group to watch Maia send arrows towards the army of the dead every minute. She must be using dragonglass arrows, and he could only guess Daenerys had them forged. The arrows were turning the corpses around them to ash.
The group ran for the dragon, but corpses followed their way. Jon sprinted for Drogon and tried to grab for Daenerys' hand as Maia was distracted, but had to then plunge his sword into a Wight. Maia watched her try to hop on the dragon again as others did, and she reached her hand outwards more than she could manage, which caused her to tumble off of Drogon.
