Game of Thrones: Season 8 and Beyond

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A/N: This chapter kinda sucks.

Arya

"Hyah!" Arya grunted as her Needle made collision with Brienne's large valerian steel sword, Oathkeeper. When Arya learned of why it was called that, she had to admit she had tears in her eyes, thinking of her mother.

They trained every day, for one hour. Arya had needed the practice with a larger opponent like Brienne, so she suggested it to her, and Brienne had no choice but to accept. They had only recently began to use actual swords, something that bothered Brienne greatly. She didn't want to accidentally cut Arya, or worse.

Brienne shouted as she pushed Arya back, nearly knocking her off her feet. But Arya was ready for it, and made sure to shoot a foot out behind herself to rebalance. Their swords clanged lightly a few times as they both fought for the upper hand. Per usual, Arya ended up receiving it and she pointed Needle up at Brienne's neck, signaling that she was dead. Brienne's backed off, lowering her sword and wiping a forehead of sweat.

"Very good. You're getting better, stronger. Soon you'll probably even be able to best the Mountain," Brienne observed.

Arya scoffed. "I don't plan to get in a sword fight with the Mountain. His death will be far quicker, and painful. I don't believe he can survive a poison twice."

Brienne nodded, "Of course. He deserves a painful death for all he's done to those like the Martells. Murdering those two Targaryen children, and smashing in Oberyn's skull, and all he's done to Elia. Death is coming for him."

Arya got lost in her thoughts for a second, imagining the death of Gregor Clegane. She still wasn't sure how she would do it. It could be poison, or it could be a sword through his chest. She guessed it didn't really matter, as long as he died in the end.

A horn sounded, one long, sorrowful sound. It only blew once, meaning it was allies. The people of Winterfell decided that they would adopt the Wall's way of announcing people for the war to come. It would be three horn blows for the dead.

"Who is it?" Arya asked anyone. She had her hopes. Her hopes were immediately confirmed when she saw the white flash of fur barreling past her towards the gates. Jon was home. Her favorite sibling, even if he was half. She raced to the gates after Ghost.

"The King in the North!" A man shouted from above, where they were keeping watch. A group of people had gathered in the area near the gates, awaiting their king. Arya saw Sansa come down from her solar to join Arya as the gates were opened.

When they finally opened, Arya hurried outside, along with Sansa. From the corner of her eye she could see Samwell Tarly bringing Bran over to them. The remaining Stark family would be all together at last.

From up above, the loud roar of a dragon could be heard, bringing excitement to Arya's heart, and fear to others. She would finally get to see a dragon! Her childhood dream come true! When she looked up, though, she saw nothing. Next to her, Ghost shot off towards the returning party.

Dany

When Daenerys first saw the castle of Winterfell from afar, she had thought it was beautiful and very fitting for a man like Jon. But as she neared it, it became even apparent to her how beautiful it was. She couldn't believe Jon grew up there. She felt nervous about meeting his siblings and his people, though.

They were almost to the gates when a huge white wolf, shockingly bigger than Nymeria, bounded over to them. It excitedly took its place next to Jon, nipping at his leg while the horse brought him towards the gates.