The Dragon's Sister || Game Of Thrones (Under Rewrite)

Battle of Winterfell (Final)

The Night King

Jon

The first thing he tasted was sweat, then blood, and then ice. Then he felt cold, hot, and afraid. Mixed emotions Jon had felt so many times in his life and the life after he was declared King in The North, except he wasn't a King anymore. He was just a man, a fighter, a bastard, a Targaryen, and a lover to a powerful Queen. If he wasn't any of those things, he wouldn't be anything that he truly cared about besides The North.

   But now he had to fight, he had to with undead completely surrounding him as he managed to make his way to the courtyard. As far as he knew so far, the Night King was just using the corpses to cover his escape, so he could make it to the Three-Eyed Raven.

   Animated and now mobile, the undead followed by those killed in the battle all turned their attention to the only living being around them; Jon.

   Swinging Longclaw around, Jon continued to advance forward with his sword stabbing or cutting down the Wights around him. When he scurried to the broken-down Hunter's Gate, he looked up to catch the glimpse of an archer being thrown up into the air before landing besides him - eyes opened in shock to never blink again.

   Fortunately he made it in time to avoid the large army of reanimated vessels, but he did not know it was much worse in Winterfell than it was outside.

   The remaining three giants were picking up human bodies to crush, Wights were massacring the nearby living, and those that managed to kill one Wight were only to be killed by the next three. To Jon, it almost felt like staying outside was better than inside.

   But he had to get what he could and get those around him to escape, then he had to get to Bran and get him away from Winterfell. All he had left to lose was that Daenerys and Vaerya wouldn't arrive in time for evacuation. There was enough to fit a few people on Rhaenella, but it would mean for another dragon to burn the Wights down again to allow the rest to run to the ships.

   So far, he only managed to get the word out to four, only for them to be annihilated within seconds of explanation. All killed by the giants. As long as the giants were alive, their chances of escaping were worse than slim.

   Jon ducked down as he avoided his head being decapitated from the slow swung of a giant's wooden club, only for it to hit the body of an Northmen behind him. Pivoting to the left, Jon then slid against the ground for further cover.

   Only when he looked up for an opening did he find what remained of his dead Wilding friend. Tormund laid on the ground in an awkward position, blue eyes opened upon death with his skin malnourished and decaying. It was shown that he had been revived to only be killed by a living soldier, which had both saddened and pleased Jon.

   Not killing his own friend was what had put him at ease, but seeing that Tormund was killed was what had saddened him. There was no time for mourning, however.

   Jon pushed himself up from the ground and full-on bolted forward, hiding behind a broken part of structure that was once part of holding up the upper balcony. A change in the wind caused him to spin to the right, inserting the blade of Longclaw into the neck of a stealthy and recently slain woman.

   A guttering, short screech was all the lady said before dropping to the ground. He was wasting too much time, time that should have been used well with logic and intelligence. Time was running out for the ones that were in The Crypts, for they were unknown to the dangers outside.

   Fortunately, Arya wasn't too far. Jon saw her running out of the Great Hall, trailing only a few Wights before killing them with the element of surprise. They locked eyes with one other before making their ways towards each other, eliminating those who blocked their way.