My version of Game of Thrones season 8

Episode 3: The Long Night Part 1

Tyrion

Tyrion stood atop the wall watching everyone get into their proper positions. The Unsullied being the second lines of defense and the archers on top of the wall. The dothraki cavalry lining up with their arakhs, the Northern infantry on the eastern flank and the knights of the Vale on the western. He saw his brother Jaime commanding the Arryn forces and placing them into their positions which they reluctantly listened to, Wyman Manderly commanded the Northern forces placing them into formation, Grey Worm speaking in valyrian commanded the Unsullied into formation, and Davos was to command the archers atop the wall. He could not see the army of the dead but they were there. Any warmth he felt under his furs were quickly stripped away and replaced with the complete icy coat that came with the wind.

Walking from the outer side of the wall to the inner he viewed the common folk being gathered into the high tower of Winterfell and Bran Stark being escorted into the godswood. If the Night King is coming for him it would be best he be away from the common folk. He turned and walked back towards the front side of the wall to observe the field once again. "Ser Davos Seaworth, survivor of the Battle of the Blackwater and the Battle of the Bastards with barely any combat training or experience. Could this battle be your undoing?" Tyrion questioned raising an eyebrow. "I suppose we'll find out, though luck has favoured me so far." he chuckled. Though there was no humour behind it, how could there be with what they were about to face. "I survived the Battle of the Green Fork, the Battle of the Blackwater, and the Liberation of Slaver's Bay," Tyrion said. "And I have even less combat experience than you." "Maybe we're just lucky fools who charge into battles we're not prepared for," Davos responded. "Well luck has favoured us so far," Tyrion said. "Perhaps it hasn't run out just yet." "Or perhaps it has," Davos responded. They both simultaneously sighed looking out over the open field. As ready as they'll ever be for what was to come.

Theon

Theon wheeled Bran through the gates of the godswood and placed him within arms length of the weirwood tree. Theon then began directing his men around in a circle encompassing the weirwood tree. Once finished he turned around to Bran. "Bran, whatever happens tonight I just want you to know that I'm sorry," he said. Bran turned his head and looked at him as emotionless as ever. "It does not matter what you did, what matters is that you are here now, where you belong, home." he responded. While emotionless his words affected Theon, a sudden weight was lifted from his shoulders but not all of it. It wouldn't be gone until he fulfilled his promise to protect him, and he would do that. He had to.

Jon

Jon lead a team of Brienne, Jorah, Sandor, Beric, and much to his reluctance, Arya. Daenerys came to a stop and closed her eyes to summon her dragons. After a few moments roars filled the air as Drogon and Rhaegal gracefully landed in front of them. Everyone took a step back except for Jon and Daenerys. "Well, get on." she said motioning for everyone to follow her which everyone did with much reluctance. Once they took off Jon could see the entire field from up in the sky. Nobody was scrambling anymore to get in formation as they were all ready. He looked over to the side the army of the dead were approaching from and couldn't quite distinguish them but the giant looming shadow was incredibly visible. The dragons brought them to a clifftop where they wouldn't be seen and they would be able to overlook the battlefield. Before Jon could join the rest of his team Daenerys took hold of his hand. "This is where I leave you," she said with concern in her eyes. Jon put his hand around her hip pulling her closer. "Be careful up there," he said before placing a kiss to her lips. Of course he cared about the news he'd received but he's not sure if he'll ever see her again. If they survive then that's another matter entirely but right now it doesn't matter. "I'll see you at the end of this," she whispered. "Your queen commands you to survive." with that she mounted Drogon looking back at Jon before taking off.