My version of Game of Thrones season 8

Episode 3: The Long Night Part 3 (FINAL)

Sansa

She stared out the window at the chaos enveloping in the courtyard of Winterfell. Sansa felt a tear trickle down her cheek looking on feeling as helpless as she did in King's Landing. He took a deep breath and turned around to face Melisandre, the red priestess Jon banished for burning a child. "Why are you back?" she asked accusingly. "Because the lord wills me to be here," she responded. "Normally when people get banished they don't come back," Sansa responded annoyed. "I wouldn't be here if I didn't need to be."

Jon

Jon maneuvered through the yard of Winterfell, dodging and slicing wights as he ran on his way. "Jon!" he turned at the scream of his name and saw Sam getting piled on by wights. He hesitated for a moment, wanting to stop and help his friend but he kept moving. He needed to get to the godswood and help his brother. As he looked around he saw more familiar faces desperately fighting. Brienne, Podrick, Jaime, and Davos were backed into a corner just barely keeping the wights at bay while, Grey Worm fighting with his spear, and Arya, Sandor, and a giant wolf. He questioned it for a second but ignored it and kept going. He continued slashing wights on his path seeing a rope keeping a gate up he darts straight towards it, cutting it and closing the gate behind him now giving a clearer path spare a few wights. He turned the corner and saw the entrance to the godswood.

He was thrown into a sprint, completely ignoring everyone around him. But what stopped him was the roar he heard so many times that night. Viserion crawled into the courtyard spewing blue fire in all directions, Jon moved quickly back into the hall away from the fire. The flames licked his sides giving him slight burns but he barely noticed them with the adrenaline coursing through him. Viserion eventually moved on to burning other soldiers. Jon took the opportunity to attempt to get to the godswood. He made it about halfway through the courtyard before he was stopped once again by the blue flames blazing from within Viserion. He appeared to be very weakened. A giant tear in his left wing, half his jaw missing, and multiple holes from the fight in the skies. Jon was only able to get quick glimpses before he had to duck his head behind cover again to avoid getting his head singed. Jon was now the only one left in the courtyard and Viserion was now entirely focused on him. He slowly stalked towards the cover Jon was hiding behind and Jon felt the end fast approaching. He then heard sudden footsteps pittering across the tiles of the rooftops. He only caught a quick glimpse before his cover was blasted with flames once more. "Jon!" she heard the yell of Arya and knew she was the one on the rooftops. Viserion's fire blasts halted and he turned his attention to Jon's sister who was out in the open with no cover. She might've been distracting Viserion to allow Jon to run to the godswood but he wouldn't let his sister die for him, not today. He stood up from his cover and stood before Viserion screaming at the top of his lungs to keep his attention away from Arya. Viserion took the bait and turned right back to Jon, raising his head as blue flames generated within his mouth. He was ready to blast him and Arya seized the opportunity to leap from the rooftops. She whipped out her valyrian steel dagger and shoved it through Viserion's eye. His body collapsed to the ground, disintegrating until all that was left was bone.

Jon turned to look at his sister in complete shock. "We need to get to Bran!" she screamed stumbling back to her feet. "No! I'll go, you get evacuate the everyone else!" Arya hesitated but nodded and ran in the opposite direction as Jon ran towards the godswood.

Theon

It wasn't long before the godswood became almost completely swarmed and Theon was now the only ironborn soldier left standing. The wights had grown less by the time the last ironborn warrior fell. Theon was able to take them down as his muscles ached and his ribs felt broken from the abuse he suffered trying to keep Bran alive before the Night King arrived. He saw the undead dragon crawling into the courtyard of Winterfell just above the wall of the godswood. He paid little attention to it as another wave of wights came charging in. He looked ahead at the hoard charging towards him and knew he failed. He turned back to Bran to give him a solemn look, a silent apology. He turned back gripping his staff so strongly he thought it might snap.