Game Of Thrones (Season 8 Rewrite)

Episode Three: The Long Night (Part 5)

》Third Person

Jon was transported back to reality. He stood in front of the broken walls of the Godswood, barely able to stand. His last brother was token away from him, but there was no time to react; there was no time to cry or mourn; he was in the middle of a war. From within the forest, two large direwolves sprinted out: Ghost and Nymeria. The rest of the pack were all dead...more to add to the Army of the Dead.

As Daenerys was brought back to the real world, her focus was immediately brought to the skies. She was still atop of Drogon above the battlefield. All of the surviving defenders were fleeing from the castle and Viserion had disappeared into the sky.

Jon was in great fury. He was in too much pain and wanted to challenge the Night King for the death of his last brother. He knew he couldn't though; he was outnumbered, tired, and would only die if he engaged in combat. Behind Jon, the great green beast got up from the ground. He lowered his wing to allow his rider to climb onto. Seeing as the direwolves ran for their lives, Jon mounted Rhaegal and flew to the skies.

Looking back at the Godswood, Jon spotted blue flames: the great Weirwood Tree was set on fire by the undead dragon. The Night King won the Battle at Winterfell as all the surviving defenders ran south. Jon's only goal was to find Daenerys and get the hell out of there.

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》Daenerys POV

The skies were hard to travel through. I was able to find the battlefield but couldn't see much past it. The designated refuge was White Harbor, but I had no idea how far it was from Winterfell. The bulk of the retreating forces were headed off one path, while smaller groups fled in every other direction. It seemed as if the large amount of them relied on me to guide them to safety, therefore followed as I flew the very same direction they were headed.

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》Jon POV

I made my way high up the sky, viewing the Army of Living heading southeast...following a river towards White Harbor. Daenerys flew Drogon above the army, leading them away from the battlefield. Smaller groups were headed south in different directions. I flew my dragon towards the groups, hoping to redirect them the right way.

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》Third Person

With Daenerys leading the bulk of the forces, and Jon redirecting the remaining soldiers, the Night King saw the perfect opportunity to attack. After the death of Brandon Stark, he ordered Viserion to arrive in the Godswood to burn the Weirwood down. He wanted to erase all his connections with the Children of the Forest and would start by burning their trees. There were only a few more left in the North that he would have to get to. After that, he could focus on the one in the Isle of Faces.

The Army of the Dead began marching south, with the Night King up in the skies. He flew Viserion above the clouds and over to the Army of the Living. Within an instant, he swooped in and burned the soldiers in the front. Every horse and horse rider were incinerated, Lyanna Mormont being one of them. The rest of the Mormont forces were burned as well. Jorah had just made it to the point where he could see the events unfold. He was hoping he could ride beside his cousin and protect her from any danger that would have happened to come by; instead, he watched as his last living relative vanished in a torrent of blue flame. He watched the Dothraki burn when the battle started, the Mormont forces burn right in front of him, and lastly...his own blood. The color would haunt him the rest of his life.

Before the blue flame could reach Ser Jorah...again, Drogon jetted in and knocked Viserion from concentration. The dragons dueled once again. Daenerys was furious. Her goal this whole battle was to kill the Night King to free his slaves but the only one she was really upset that she couldn't...was her child. Viserion deserved better she repeated to herself; he deserved to be alive, with his two brothers; he deserved to fly freely up in the skies, where he could see the sun rise and set - where he could glide over the oceans, and see the stars fall. If she killed him now, he could find peace in the afterlife. She didn't attack the Night King to kill him. She didn't do it for to save Westeros, or her people. She did it to free her child.