Velaryon: A Game of Thrones Fan Fiction

Frigid Retreat - Jon/Rhaena

[A/N: WOO! THE MUSIC'S OUT!]

     The heavy cloud of ice blasts Jon in the face, forcing him to bring his hand up to shield it from the storm. Ice shards cut his gloved hand, nicking the thick leather, tangling themselves in his hair. Rhaegal screeches and lets out one last breath of flame before the cloud enshrouds them in a pale blanket of icy doom. From then, Rhaegal flies around aimlessly despite Jon's best attempts to control him. Neither can see a thing. Daenerys was across the field when the cloud descended. They have to find her and bring her to where ever the gates may be. It's not safe in the storm. It's thick fog renders the dragons useless.

     Dark figures begin to come through the fog and Rhaegal flies through them. Snow covered branches smack against Rhaegal as he flies through the trees. Jon pulls him upwards in to the fogged sky, but he then flies against something else.

     Drogon lets out a screech just as the two dragons collide. Jon is thrown forward, but maintains his grip on Rhaegal's spikes. He can hear Daenerys' cry distantly and vaguely see her in her white coat struggling to not fall from her dragon's back. Rhaegal chirps and takes to following his brother closely through the dense fog. Jon's thoughts drift to what is happening on the ground. They can't fight in this storm. Have they called the retreat? He squints in an effort to see anything that may be happening but is only assault by stinging ice crystals. He brings his hand up again. Whatever Gods are watching this battle tonight, Jon silently prays, just keep Rhaena safe. His eyes stick to the thick fog below him as he waits for the next step of their plan to be enacted.

     Light the trench.

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     "Fall back! Fall back!"

     Rhaena hears the commands all around her and she reaches for Daemon's arm. He looks back quickly, fear in his face. The two race through the forces, the large white direwolf following suit as they make their way to the gates. She can hear Edd calling to Sam and skids to a stop to make sure they follow as well. The two in black race as fast as they can past her, prompting her to continue. She swipes her sword at any wights foolish enough to lunge at her during her escape. They rush through the gates and Rain begins to ascend the battlements, followed closely by Dae. She sheaths her sword, opting for her bow and begins immediately to fire dragonglass arrows at any wights chasing the living soldiers. Dae, unsure of what to do now, keeps her sword in hand and guards her back. Ghost watches the stairs with a silent bare of his teeth.

     As the living funnel in through the gates, less and less are left outside. Only the Unsullied remain in formation, guarding the last of those retreating. Once every soldier is inside, they begin to move down the line in formation. Rain fires her arrows as fast as she can, hitting several wights in the head, chest or leg and watching as they explode upon impact with the dragonglass. Flaming arrows and dragonglass alike fly from the walls, striking true against their enemies attempting to attacking the retreating Unsullied. Finally, many soldiers make their way through and the collapsible bridge is activated. The flaming arrows now direct to the deep trenches lined with flammable substance, but are unsuccessful in their igniting.

     "The Dragon Queen! Where is she?" Rain hears the soldiers cry. Davos, from the other side of the battlement, waves his torches high to no avail. The torch's flicker can barely be seen by Rain who just stands several feet away. The fog is too thick.

     "She can't see us!" He cries out. "Light the trenches!" He commands loudly. Men grab torches off of the walls and rush out the gates, only to be taken down by the wights whose hearts the arrows could not find in time. Men scream as they are ripped apart after their futile attempt. They throw the torches at the trenches desperately, only for the flames to go out. Just as Rain roughly sets her driftwood bow down, determined to help them, the commander of the Unsullied cries out in the night.