The Wars to Come - J.S.

23 - COLD

— westeros —

The cold from the wind seeps into Aurora's bones as she flattens herself down on Rhaegal's back to try to shield herself more. His scales radiate warmth beneath her and she shivers as she presses her cheek to them.

Dany looks back occasionally to check on Aurora, and this time Aurora meets her eyes. Aurora lifts a few fingers of her right hand to give a meek wave. She is afraid to let go when they are flying this fast. 

Daenerys smiles back at her and turns back around, mirroring Aurora's flattened position.

A million thoughts are running through the Mormont girl's mind at this moment. What is happening to Jon and Jorah? Are they even alive? Are we too late?

She tries to push her thoughts away, knowing that making herself even more nervous right now while she is speeding through the air on the back of a dragon, is not a good idea. She can only hope that they will make it in time. 

— beyond the wall —

On an island in the middle of a frozen lake, the group of men stands surrounded by the army of the dead.

And as one man throws rocks at the skeleton army, a rock skids across the once unstable frozen lake, letting everyone know that they can walk on it now. 

The men all rise, fear overtaking their expressions as they approach the edge of their little island and watch the dead begin to approach. One by one the dead start coming, and one by one the men pull out their weapons. 

Jorah Mormont pulls out two dragonglass daggers, Jon Snow holds his Valyrian Steel sword.

And the fight begins.

Hammers, axes, and swords are swinging everywhere. The dead men screech as they attack. 

Jorah stabs a wight in the neck as it clings to Jon, who sends him a grateful look before turning and slicing through another.

They all fight with everything they have, but they are no match for the giant army that is surrounding them.

"Fall back!" Jon screams. "Fall back!" 

The others turn to follow, Tormund yelling, "Come on!" and as he does, a wight jumps on him. He is able to fend it off and stick his dragonglass axe into it's chest, but another one grabs him not a second after. He keeps fighting, his face receiving a cut from another wight attacking him.

He is almost pulled into the water as wights surround him, he screams for help. Sandor Clegane is the one to come to his aid, slicing through the wights and pulling the Wildling up by the back of his coat. 

They back up and join the others, Jorah grabbing onto Tormund's other shoulder to help him. 

They make a line with Jon and their captured wight behind them, Jon drags the dead man to the edge of the island and the others continue to back up whilst still fighting wights. 

Jon is attacked by a wight and releases the one he is pulling to shove his sword through it's belly, another man from their party grabs their wight and begins pulling it as Jon fights off another.

The man is forced to stop soon after though as more wights come at him. Jon slices through them to get to the man but just as he does, the man falls off the edge and is taken by the wights below.

His face falls as he watches the man die, and sees the army beginning to climb up towards him. They have nowhere to go, and they cannot win the fight.