Wolf's Blood | Daenerys Targaryen |

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Reckless

  A blue stream of fire hit the walls of Winterfell with a force that melted the wall slightly. Donner looked up to see the mass of Balerion as fire rained down on them below.

  Rhaegal flew up from behind the large dragon and blew fire onto its back. Balerion turned around and easily caught Rhaegal in his grasp. The dragon snapped at Rhaegal’s throat but seemed to barely miss as Robb came to the rescue.

  The dragon was able to wrench Rhaegal free making sure Jon stayed on in the process. Drogon swoops in and cuts part of Balerion’s jaw with his clawed foot. In the process, the Night King falls from the sky.

  After taking a beating from the dragon Rhaegal lands away from the wights and allows Jon to get off. Robb returns to burning the wights in an attempt to stop them from reaching the castle.

  Most of the wights in the castle courtyard have finally been slain, giving people hope for the future. Donner finally gets a moment to rest while others fight. He leans his body against the wall. He was so tired, he felt as if he could sleep, but he knew he couldn't. Not with the Night King still alive.

  As soon as it looks like its finished for the Night King and his army. Everyone who has fallen, including the previously dead wights, begin to stand back up. Donner looks at Poka who looks around hopelessly. If they were outnumbered earlier, they were outnumbered now by a mass large enough to fill Winterfell twice over.

  Donner gripped the hilt of the Valyrian steel sword tightly in his hands. He stumbled forward before lunging at the nearest wight.

  It was William.

  He stared into the blue eyes unable to do anything for a minute until hands wrapped around his neck. Donner scrambled to pull the death grip off of his neck. If was as if they had been secured by a chain because they wouldn't go away.

  He knew he was very limited with what he could do, Donner dropped his sword and held onto the side of William's head with both hands and headbutted the wight.

  William stumbled back and Donner went into a coughing fit. The wight looked down at its chest where the jagged blade was still stuck. Donner watched as it pulled the blade from its chest. He immediately grabbed his sword and moved back a few paces.

  Deep inside, he wanted to believe William was still in there, but with a blood stain on his chest and blue eyes, he couldn't. The wight swung its sword at Donner and Donner muscled the blade away. Before he could attack, William pushed Donner to the ground.

  The wight raised its blade in the air and swung down. Donner moved out of the way, just in time, using his foot to kick William down with him. He crawled on top of the wight with his sword and pressed it towards its neck.

  William held off Donner with both hands before balancing the weight of the sword with one hand. It brought its jagged blade upwards and into Donner's lower stomach region to the left.

  He sucked in air as the blade pierced both his leather and steel chest plate. With his remaining strength, he forced the sword down until it decapitated William.

  Donner pushed himself off the ground with the Valyrian steel sword held tightly in his hands. The jagged blade still inside of him. He looked up to see Poka staring at him with wide eyes.

  The magician rushed over to him before pulling something out of his robes, “This may not save your life. This is going to hurt. A lot.” He ripped the sword out of Donner's body, dropping the bloody blade to the floor.