Fire Meets Ice

Battle For Winterfell

-JON-

He could see Ramsay riding out on his horse, his army looked small compared to his. Then he felt his anger rise, as he saw Rickon get pulled along by Ramsay.

He stayed still unable to move even if he wanted to. He watched hopelessly as Ramsay hopped off his horse pulling Rickon with him. He pulled out his dagger and held it for him to see.

'If this fucking asshole kills my brother...'

He jumped off his horse and ran forward to see better, he watched in horror as he brought the dagger down, but he only cut his ropes free. Jon remembered what Sansa said about Ramsay, he liked to play games, he really was a cunt.

He saw Rickon start sprinting towards him, he quickly ran back to his horse and rode towards him at full speed, he didn't care if it was a trick, he had to save his brother.

He watched in horror as Ramsay started to fire arrows at his running brother, he kicked his horse again at a desperate attempt to catch his brother.

He was so close to him now and somehow, he hadn't of been hit yet, Jon reached out his hand as an arrow almost hit him, his heart skipped a beat when he made contact with Rickon's hand. He quickly pulled him up onto the horse and looked up to see and arrow heading straight for him. On instinct he put his hand in front and did something he didn't think he could do; he caught the arrow in his hand before it pierced his chest.

He looked back at Rickon, and saw the arrow sticking out of his chest.

"No! NO!" he yelled trying to grab him, but he fell of the horse and hit the ground, dead.

He stared at the brother he had been inches away from saving.

He looked back at Ramsay with so much hate and anger he could have ripped the world in half. He was so close to saving his brother, but he had died anyway. Jon had to avenge him, he was going to kill Ramsay slowly, he might even let Sansa have some fun with it.

He saw the army drawing their arrows and immediately galloped his horse forward to avoid them, he didn't know what his plan was, but he didn't care, not until an arrow pierced his horse's chest. Causing him to have to abandon him and stand by himself at the charging army.

He would have been ready for death...before he met her. He would try to survive for her. He closed his eyes and Pleaded into the sky for something to keep him alive. He took a deep breath and undid his sword belt, he then pulled out his sword and took his stance.

As they got closer, he realised nothing could save him from hundreds of horses running at him, he promised he would come back to her though, and he kept his promises, but this was the impossible situation. He looked back and saw his own men charging, but they wouldn't get there in time, he was as good as dead.

'The bastard of Winterfell, dead fighting for his home. Well I fought and I died twice, that ain't so bad'

He looked at the men less then 100 meters away "I am sorry Dany" he whispered

He went to seeing his sword when he heard a screech that splintered though the chilly air. He looked up and saw Dany's green Dragon fly overhead burning all the men charging at him.

'Rhaegal...' he thought remembering his name. 

He looked to the sky for Dany and her other Dragons, but it seemed to just he Rhaegal.

His army charged into what was left of The Bolton army slaughtering all the frightened and shocked men. He watched as Rhaegal circled back around and landed behind him. He slowly turned to look at the creature who was staring at him with his big bronze orb eyes.

The Dragon growled a little as he slowly approached, but as soon as he touched him, a gentle whine was heard from the Dragon.

"Wow Rhaegal you saved me" he said as he pets the Dragon, then he gasped in shock as he lowered his shoulder as Drogon does for Daenerys.

"Umm I...I don't think-" he started to say but was interrupted by a hiss from the Dragon.

"Yeah ok...lets do this...lets ride Dany's Dragon...without Dany" he said moving to the lowered shoulder "This is fine...I will be fine" he said trying to encourage himself as he moved up the Dragons back. He sat down and petted the dragon; he then found a spot to hold onto and as soon as he grabbed it Rhaegal took to the air headed to Winterfell. It was the best feeling ever... But he could think about that another time.

He flew over his army, watching as the last few of the Bolton army were killed. He flew over his eyes scanning for Ramsay. He spotted him and Rhaegal as if sensing his thoughts flew down and landed in front of the cowering man. He looked around and saw about 20 men holding their arrows to Jon. Rhaegal roared loudly, loudly enough to make Jon's eardrums hurt and his ears ring.

The men cowered and dropped their weapons, There was a thudding at the door as Wun Wun broke through along with his army. His men quickly went around and grabbed the surrounding men who had just surrendered.

Jon climbed off Rhaegal and started to walk towards Ramsay, every step made his blood boil hotter and his rage grow. Ramsay still had a bow in his hand.

"I will take you up that offer of One on One bastard." He said with a smirk as he loaded his bow, Jon quickly scanned his surrounds and found a shield on the Ground, he picked it up and blocked Ramsays arrows walking closer with every step.

Once he was close enough, he swings his shield at the pathetic coward forcing him to the dirt. He then started beating the shit out the man that murdered his brother right next to him, Raped and held Sansa captive, forced his men into a fight he knew they couldn't win.

He was sure he would beat this man to death, when he heard a noise of footsteps and Sansa walked up to him. He knew no matter how much he wanted to, this wasn't his kill.

He stood up and Turned around to the men that had gathered.

"We have taken out home back! Winterfell is ours once more!" he shouted and all the men cheered, Rhaegal looked into the sky and blew fire straight up, making all the men gasp then cheer louder.

They had won.