The Forest Child {Sandor Clegane Story}

Beat Death

WARNING - Season 8 Spoliers.

Natari stood upon the walls of Winterfell with Sansa and Arya. At the other side of the walls, the Dothraki army stood first, followed by the unsullied, free folk and then the northern armies, where Sandor stood with Beric. There was no star that night, nor moon, and a brisk winter wind brought the sign of potential storms to come. 

As the three girls continued to stared out into the vast darkness ahead, they say no sign or movement of the undead armies which approached them. Suddenly, the Dothraki swords suddenly burst into wild flames, lighting up the landscape ahead of them. Now with the improved visibility before them, Jorah Mormont lead the Dothraki hoard into the darkness. Suddenly the wall of light seemed to slam into a wall of darkness. From the walls of Winterfell, Natari could hear the war screams and calls turn into scream and calls of fear and terror. Slowly each of the flaming swords began to vanish, like someone blowing out a candle, each flickering light disappeared along with the screams of fear.

In silence, the rest of their forces waited as a few remaining horses and men, including Jorah, returned from the darkness. Natari's only though was of Sandor, she was upon the castle walls, in relative safety compared to him, who stood outside the walls and armored in only studded boiled leather and dragon glass. She did not have long to think on it though, within seconds the wave of undead crashed into the first layer of Unsullied. Quickly, the silence was once again filled with the clang of metal on metal and screams of death. 

As the undead washed over the unsullied, the free folk and northern houses to the sides charged towards to the madness. As the fighting intensified, the dragons suddenly sliced through the air, breathing down their deathly blaze of fire down upon the undead. The sky around them had grown darker now, as the heavy cloud fogged down and soon the fighting outside the wall was hidden under the thick layer of fog. 

"Get down to the crypt" Arya quickly commanded of Sansa as Natari stared open mouthed at the sights before her.

"I'm not abondening my people" Sansa stuttered.

Quickly, Arya pulled out a dragon glass blade from her belt and thrusted it into Sansa's hand. "Take this and go". 

"I don't know how to use it".

"Stick em with the pointy end" Arya smiled.

From below the walls the screams of retreat could be heard throughout the air. Still Natari stood frozen in fear as Arya stood by her side.

"Their coming back in, we need to prepare to fight from the walls" Arya commented, but still Natari seemed not to hear her. 

"Nat... NAT" Arya shouted and shook her arm.

Finally, Natari brought herself back to reality and turned to stare at her little sister wide eyed. "Go down to the entrance, help the wounded inside and prepare to fight. I need to find Davos, we cannot keep the gates opened long". 

Arya nodded before quickly disappearing down the stone steps of the wall. With a deep breath, Natari ran across the walls pathway in search for Davos. The old knight was stood upon the walkway of the entrance to the castle, shouting orders to those below as the armies retreated inside. 

"We cannot keep them open for long" Natari called out over the madness.

"The unsullied are protecting the retreat. We need to light the baracades quickly". 

Natari looked down to the court yard and yelled for Arya. Quickly the young girl heard her shouts and came back up the wall. Natari told her the change in plan, that she needed to remain on the walls and use her skill with bow and arrow to light the barracks.