Island of the dead. An mcd x oc collab story. ON HIATUS UNTIL FUTHER NOTICE!

Chapter 13: Sons of ice and fire.

'The land of Westeros is cold and unforgiving. But the men and women are just as tough as Ru'uanians.'
-Blackdread.

The realm of Westeros. The north.
The icy ground cracked and rumbled under the hundreds of thousands of undead feet as they stomped the ice. The wind whistled like a deathly whisper while the snow slowly swirled in the vicious wind, like a dance of death. The zombies shambled around the large crack in the ice, where the dead dragon had fallen through. From a high cliff; Nihil and the night King watched on, like eagles eyeing their prey. Nihil turned to his ally.
"I've kept to my side of deal. Now pay up yours. Where are the sons?" Nihil asked, turning to the icy warrior. The night King nodded; pulling out an icy compass and handing it to Nihil, placing it into the shadow demon's palm. He then pointed to where the mountains split in two.
"There is where you seek. The sons will pose no problems to you directly, though your armies are a different story."
"I must thank you. You have been one of my greatest allies."
"You helped me escape the children of the forest, I'm merely paying you back."
"So. They will be there?"
"Yes. If not, the compass will lead you there."

In the Werewood grove.
The two boys sharpened their weapons. Correction not boys, teenagers with incredibly powerful weapons of mass destruction. One of the teens was sharpening an axe, his armour proudly strapped onto him as his white blue tipped hair whistled in the wind. He wore a green gold shoulder armour; he wasn't effected by the cold, he had grown up in it. His brother was chaining his two blades to his arms, so much like Kratos's blades they could have been called the same. His hair was scarlet red and tipped in gold, his armour was instead silver and red unlike his twin. The scarlet haired twin whistled happily while the other just kept quiet. (Both are DeathR1pper OCs)
"Aquilo! Why so quiet?"
"Ares...I'm not in the mood."
"You are always not in the mood."
"Because mother is never with us. That's why."
"Oh don't be salty about that! You heard what mom said; if she doesn't do something about the darkness, the Titan dragons and beasts won't do anything about them. Someone needs to do it." Ares replied, the chains now definitely welded into his arms as they blared red. Aquilo carefully placed his axe on his back while he unsheathed his brass shield.
"Something is wrong. Someone is here." Aquilo said, now pulling his axe out of his holster.
"Who? Mom said this forest is impenetrable." Ares replied, his swords now taking a faint red glow.
This forest gave a loud groan as the snapping of vines and branches echoed from deep inside the forest. It sounded like someone was fighting the forest as it started to engulf the noise. The snapping and breaking of branches only became louder as a roar shot through the forest like an arrow. Ares jumped in front of his twin, giving a lion-like roar as the red swirling dragon tattoo on his back glowed.
"Face us coward! This forest is that of the one true dragon of Westeros!" He roared, pure anger and rage seeped into his voice.
The forest suddenly fell silent. Aquilo's tensed muscles relaxed, thinking that whatever it was had been subdued.

Oh, he couldn't be more wrong.

Suddenly a black goo-like thing slammed into his twin's chest, sending him flying into a nearby tree. Aquilo was about to scream out for his brother when a clawed hand gripped over his mouth, silencing him.
"Not a word. Or you'll be the first to go." The voice was deep, ominous like a thousand voices screaming in equal agony in a discordant mess of voices. Aquilo gritted his teeth and elbowed his captor in the gut, which made the man double down and gasp out for air, before he kicked him in the groin and swiftly turned round to see the monstrous form of the most feared shadow demon alive Nihil Umbra.