Kingslayer [Game of Thrones] ✓

Fruits of Dawn

The dead slam into the walls, into the shieldwalls like waves, yet every Matosi warrior holds their place. Their weapons piercing wraith upon wraith. Their royal family fights right amongst them. Their shields protecting them from the cold flames of the ice dragon.
The night feels almost endless as their troups are losing man by man. Still they endure. Medusas eyes, through the slits between the shields and through the masses of wraiths the night king, holding Arya Stark by her throat. She takes her bow, climbing up onto the shields, leaving her body without protection as she readies her bow, pulling the string and sending the arrow that embodies all the love for her people, all her hope and all her hate, flying.
It soars through the air and time for her stands still as the ice dragon takes a breath to blow fire at her. This would either be her end or her beginning. Arya Stark struggles against the chokehold of the night king as she protects her brother, sitting in his wheelchair from him. Desperation filling her heart. Suddenly a crack. She stares wide eyed. Her vision blurry, yet it is clear as day to her. As the first lights of dawn fall upon the night king she falls to the ground, gasping for breath.

In the night kings head is an arrow with a dragonglass tip. With a screech the night king bursts into shards of ice. The white walkers following immediately and within less than a second the wraiths all just collapse to the ground and the ice dragon follows them, its blue glow extinguished. The eyes of the living all gaze upon the Matosi Queen standing on the shield wall of her army, her bow still in hands. Letting out a cry, she is grabbed and the four sandsnakes embrace her tightly, Jaqen immediately joining them. And as the sun rises the women, weak and children hurry out of the tombs under Winterfell, finding all of the surviving forces bowing before Queen Medusa of Matos who holds her family tightly, laughing and crying as she can embrace them another day. Finally Jaqen pulls her close, pressing his lips to hers, again and again, holding his wife close, yet opening his arms to their honorary nieces. "Jaqen.. Jaqen H'gar." Arya Stark steps closer and closer, staring at the man. "Arya Stark of Winterfell fought well.", Jaqen says calmly. "Why.. how." "It was my last mission in the service of the faceless god to teach Arya Stark how to be noone. Then I was finally allowed to return to my wife and my children, become someone again. A man is Jaqen H'gar. King of Matos. Husband to Medusa H'gar.", he tells the flabberghasted girl who then stares at the green eyed woman. "I have heard a lot about you from my husband, Arya Stark.", she smiles. "It was all true." "And I heard a lot about you. Yet none of it appears to have been true." Medusa snickers. "There is always truth in rumours. However, I am first and formost a mother and I have known your father very well. I would not let his children die if I could prevent it." Arya Stark smiles lightly. 

"We shall leave now. Our duty is done and I wish to see my sons. I am sure my people will agree with me that it is time to return to Matos.", Medusa says. She sets into motion, sneakily pressing a small scroll into Aryas hand, giving her a meaningful glance, then turns to look ahead, leading her people out of Winterfell, leaving the dead and the long night behind them.

Arya, in the secrecy of her room later that evening unrolls the scroll.

'Trust no one but your family. Do not trust the Targaryen. Do not trust Cercei Lannister. There is insanity brewing within inbred children, that can never be underestimated.'

The girl squeezes the scroll tightly. She needed to speak to Jon and Sansa. Quickly too.