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

Episode 4: Sides Of A Coin Part 1

Loyalty & Oath

Intro

Everything was quiet. There was no continuing battle or any pained cries that would go silent, it was just quiet with the exception of the crisp howling wind. Winterfell was no longer a battlefront, it was a graveyard.

   Thousands of bodies were all over the grounds with some even in the Great Hall. The majority of them were laid in the outskirts of the kingdom, dead with dried blood splattered across their faces. While some had died with a blade pierced into their abdomen or body, others died due to being crushed to death by the giants.

   Bran didn't even want to think of the word the describe the disastrous state of his home, the home of the pack that had survived. But now it was almost gone, taken away from when it was first taken away from him by the House of the sea. 

   When he and thousands of survivors were on the ships heading to Dragonstone, he warged in order to learn the results of what happened to his home. He knew the Night King won, he would have been defeated if not. But he wasn't and now The North belonged to him along with any other kingdoms he would one day conquer. 

   Finding himself in the Godswood, Bran walked over the bodies of the deceased Ironborn and men of Bear Island, two including the cold corpses of Lyanna Mormont and the redeemed Theon Greyjoy. They were long gone until they would be brought back. 

   Then he found the Night King looking at him, standing in front of the Weirwood tree. Neither moved or spoke. Bran knew he couldn't be harmed as much as he could be tracked, for the Night King hadn't killed him before. Being in the present while his physical body was elsewhere meant he was safe at least.

   But he didn't know if it were true or not. The only thing the Night King had done was track him by touching his skin, and he wasn't sure if he could physically do any harm to him. Part of him, however, knew he couldn't.

   So the Night King never even had to prove it right or wrong as he hadn't made his move. The two just stared at each other, along with a few Wight Walkers to the sidelines. Then one of them finally made a move.

   The Night King's arms began to rise from his sides, slowly as if he wanted Bran to see everything of it. 

   Even if he were in the present and not in the past when he learned of Jon's heritage, Bran could still walk strangely. He did not know why, though he was glad at least to move without needing to be pushed. 

   He walked to the courtyard, knowing what was to happen. The dead corpses began to twitch and move strangely, including the obvious noise of something large beginning to be revived from the deceased.

   Looking around now that the arms of the Night King were raised up into the air, Bran was no longer afraid as he had seen it before. The blue eyes replacing the older versions, the normal movements of bodies pushing up from the ground, and the silent noise of no speaking or grunting.

   All he could hear was the falling snow being pushed off of something large that had come up from the floor, though Bran was already turning around to see it if it were true. It was.

   Though the dagger blade from Arya that had stopped the large creature and practically killed it in its eye, Viserion still wasn't dead. The dead dragon pushed itself up and looked directly at Bran and opened its only good blue eye.

   Bran saw that it was in horrible condition, though it could still be mobile. Its neck had gashes in it, its wings were home to many holes in, and the side of its face had a major mark on it that it would even blind a living dragon.