The Last Targaryens

Chapter 27 - Not Today

The winds continued to howl, the storms continued to brew, and the enemy brought the storm. Bran looked up into the skies beyond Winterfell's walls, noticing the calmness that the sky up above held and the difference of what he is seeing down on the ground. Bran then turned his head towards Theon who had sworn to protect him this night. Theon look quite confused, as did his men. They were told that Bran was the person to protect, but nothing came there way, absolutely nothing. Theon turned around looking towards Brans direction, and they both made eye contact.

Theon walked towards Bran while speaking in a quiet tone, "Bran...where are they?" Bran looked at Theon in his one expressional face, you couldn't tell what he was thinking or feeling. Bran said nothing while Theon stood in front looking down towards him waiting for a response. Theon then grabbed both Brans shoulders and said once more, "Bran!" All of a sudden Bran's eyes flipped to white and he was gone, as if he flew away.

Jon cut through wights left and right, there must have been thousands that he had already cut down, and even more still coming at him. Jon was resilient, he would not stop, he will not rest until Dany and his child were safe in his arms. All of a sudden a wight jumped from the pile of corpses on the left of him, the screatch was loud and falling fast with blade in hand. Jon swung at the wights still surrounding him, but at the last second he stabbed the the wight on the ground, he pulled out the blade from the dead mans side and lifted it up towards the sky where the wight was about to land on Jon. The wight from the sky hit the blade from his own dead men, and shattered into a million of pieces.

Bran saw from above, he was a raven in the flesh. He flew high above the battle. He could see the flames of the dragons, and wreckage of his home, and the sounds of men scream as their own flesh and blood were torn apart. Bran then flew into the clouds, and all of a sudden saw himself at the same tree where the Nightking was created. Bran stood at the tree alone, the winds were soft and the air was humid. Bran realized it was summer, something he hadn't seen in a while. All of sudden a figure from afar appeared in sight, but he couldn't make out who it was. The figure came closer, and Bran finally saw that it was a person, someone he had seen before in his visions. 

Arya leaned up against the door in complete shock and denial. She rested her head up right and leaned her body up against the handle. Daenerys cradled her sleeping son, still waiting for a response from Arya, for they are running out of time. Tyrion took a few steps to Arya in utter anger, but Arya finally spoke up in defeat, "We can't leave." Tyrion looked at the girl in confusion, "What do you mean we can't leave, Drogon is waiting for...?!" Arya looked at Tyrion in anger interrupting him knowing what the plan was, but won't be able to be followed through, "I mean, we can't leave this room, we're surrounded." Arya took a deep breath and continued, "the stairwell is blocked with wights, the unsullied and the dothraki will hold them off...for a bit...but I'm not sure how long." 

Jon was exhausted, the wights were not stopping and no one else was by his side helping him. Jon didn't know how much longer he could continue, he was no where closer to the tower where Dany was, and even further away from the Nightking. All of a sudden the fury from Drogon and Rhaegal crashed down onto the wights that surrounded Jon. Jon covered his face from the heat of flames as well as he could, but he couldn't believe that Rhaegal was okay. Rhaegal continued to scortch the wights from above, but Drogon landed beside Jon waiting for him to get on his back. Jon ran to Dragons side, and climbed on top placing long claw back on his side. Jon looked around in panic, seeing all the chaos that the Dragons had brought with them. Even more wights were running at Drogon and himself with their swords pointed towards them. Jon yelled at Drogon in commotion,"yaaahhhh!" as if he was riding a horse. But Drogon stayed put on the ground still scorching the wights that were coming at them in full force. The wights got closer and eventually attempting to climb onto to Drogon. Jon pulled Long Claw back out, fighting the ones closest to him while Drogon was screatching in pain. "Come on!"Jon yelled. All of a sudden Drogon planted his wings and took off shaking his back to get the wights off, but Jon fell  with them.