TYRION
Tyrion attempts as best he can to keep the wights away from him but his limited combat experience trumps him as he starts to become swarmed by wights. He becomes pinned down by one, keeping at bay with his axe while the wights dagger remains inches from his face. Someone pulls him off, stabbing and killing the wight. He's pulled to his feet by his saviour to see that it's Podrick.
Podrick gives him a brief smile before it quickly turns into a look of pain and shock as he coughs up blood from being stabbed from behind. Podrick falls to the ground at Tyrion looks up at the culprit. Anger surges through Tyrion as he cuts down the wight with all the strength he could muster. He continues chopping at the wights skull despite it being dead. He keeps chopping at the thing that killed the boy who was too good for this world.
He's too caught up in his emotions to realize that the wights have stopped attacking and are now waiting back behind the trench. He still continues chopping at the dead wight on the ground.
JON
Jon breathes heavily as he looks at the dead beyond the trench. It had been difficult but they were winning the early battle. The wildfire worked tremendously and they still had a few more bolts. He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked over at Daario breathing heavily. "You alright?" he wheezed.
Jon was breathing just as heavily as he as he looked at the field once again while the wights just stood there ominously. He looked over at Tyrion as he angrily chopped a dead wight, he wanted to go over and confirm for him that it was dead but he could see the emotion in his face and decided against it. "I won't be alright until this is over," he breathed.
Jon's attention is pulled away when he the Night King still standing there observing the battle from afar. Daario sees him too. "Is that him?" he asked.
Jon nodded. "Aye, that's him."
"Ugly bastard isn't he?" Daario coughed.
Jon simply nodded, not too focused on the conversation he was having with Daario but more on the leader of the White Walkers that stood before him. Out of reach. Jon saw him advance forward to be standing a few feet behind his army as he started raising his arms. Jon was confused and thought it was too early for that to even make a difference, or so he thought.
The ground beneath him began to rumble and he was barely able to keep his footing, he looked behind him to see what was causing the ground to violently shake. One house burst into pieces but there was no explosion. Then the house next to it collapsed from one side and was completely destroyed within seconds. Jon then heard noises to his left and saw the same thing happening, this time it collided with the wrong house. The destruction set off unfound wildfire, causing a huge explosion that sent debris flying in all directions, killing some of the soldiers. Once the houses closer to them got closer Jon finally saw what was causing the destruction.
Dragons.
The dragon skeletons beneath the Red Keep and in the Dragonpit came to life and were destroying houses while the smaller ones went after their soldiers. One dragon with a skull the size of a small farm found its way to the main street and charged forward at full speed towards the gate. Jon and many other men jumped out of the way as the dragon skeleton charged directly through the gate. Allowing the dead entry.
Jon's ears were ringing from his impact with the ground and he would definitely have a new scar on the bridge of his nose. He got up and saw the dead charging through the gates and slaughtering every soldier in their wake. As they began to disperse the dragons continued destroying houses and setting off wildfire caches, killing both wights and living alike.
YOU ARE READING
My version of Game of Thrones season 8
FanfictionThis is my version of season 8 because as of right now I don't really like the direction season 8 is going for and I'd prefer to write my own version. Purely for my own entertainment and if others decide to read this and enjoy then for theirs as wel...