My version of Game of Thrones season 8

Episode 1: Winter Is Here Part 1

After receiving word of the fall of Eastwatch-by-the-Sea, Edd gathered all the men in Castle Black and sent a raven to the Shadow Tower for everyone to fall back to Winterfell. There was no use in manning a fallen wall. Even so, as Lord Commander Edd needed to assess the damage done to Eastwatch and finding any men he could to help fight the dead. It was truly a sight to behold and certainly not a pleasant one. "What the shit could have done this?" Edd asked to himself. "Let's get to searching men, we might have some bodies to burn." Edd ordered his men to start looking under the rubble to find any men, alive or dead. Any man found means less in the army of the dead.

Edd could hear the faint groans of someone most certainly alive. "Are you even fuckin' trying to get out, it's like you wanna fuckin' die!" Edd heard the familiar voice of Tormund. "When you've come back as much as I have, eventually you just want to stay in that forever darkness." It was a voice that Edd could not recall but any voices were good. After tying up the horses he and his men began to motion towards the voices. "Tormund!" Tormund drew his blade but quickly returned it to his belt when he saw who was calling his name. "It's been a while crow," Tormund said giving a quick friendly embrace patting him on the back. "I see you brought a whole flock of crows," Tormund said observing the men. "Good, need some help with this one," he said pointing his thumb behind him. Edd saw a older man missing one eye covered by an eyepatch. He thought he would most certainly be unable to move, it was by some miracle that he was still sucking air. He motioned his men over to help him lift, after they were able to remove the block of ice it was baffling to see the man was even able to move let alone stand on his own two feet holding his side.

He was about to thank them when as if it had been waiting for them, strong gusts of wind began the push in their direction encompassing them in snow removing any visibility. Tormund's eyes began to widen as he knew what came with the storm and it wasn't just an army of walking dead men they had to worry about anymore. Now they had the skies and all of Winterfell will be destroyed if they're not warned. "Circle up!" Edd screamed but his men were too spread out and the storm was far too thick for them to find each other and slowly one by one they were picked off. Tormund holding Beric over his shoulders backed into another man and turned around ready to strike as did the other, they both stopped realizing it was Edd.

They stared at each other for a brief moment. Edd's eyes widened at a sudden pain in his stomach as he looked down to see an icy blade sticking out of him. He looked to Tormund with his mouth gaping in shock. Edd began coughing up blood, any words he tried to muster were halted by the gargling of blood pouring out of his mouth. He fell to the ground as Tormund looked forward at the blue eyes in the mist. He let Beric off his shoulder now, "Get on a horse and get back to Winterfell to warn Jon, I'm gonna kill this fucker," some force guided Beric that had been guiding him for his entire existence as he ignited his sword and ran, he knew Tormund wouldn't be able to survive. The most likely Lord of Light only needed him to keep Beric alive for whatever purpose he had to serve. He ran through the mist, guided by the panicked sounds of horses. He sliced every wight that charged him and they immediately fell and began squirming on the ground as they burned to their second death.

When he finally reached a horse and mounted it he began to ride away looking back and seeing Tormund slicing every wight that came near, until it was just him and a white walker, he began swinging wildly with the white walker dodging every move he sent, finally disarming Tormund and taking him by the hair cutting his head off like it was cake. He served his purpose and he served it well, Beric only hoped he could do the same.

Arya

Arya sat atop the highest tower of Winterfell overlooking the army marching toward the castle. She'd been informed of the size of the army but seeing it up close was truly something to behold, it stretched as far as the eye could see as the men marched in perfect formation. She longed to descend from the tower and tackle her brother right off his horse and embrace him until he couldn't breath and all the water from her body had exited through her eyes.