The Long Night I

Winterfell

Damon

When word came of Castle Black's collapse, the Wall's fall to the Night King, Jon and Daenerys gathered everyone in the war room.

Damon listened intently to King Jon's arrangements of the army, they've prepared for this battle for quite some time since the alliance between Houses Baratheon, Stark, and Targaryen was made at Summerhall.

The Dothraki were split to the West and East sides of Winterfell, to charge the dead when they've made contact with the formation.

The Lannister, Tyrell, and Unsullied make up the front, spears, and shields behind a flaming trench. Trebuchets and catapults lined behind them, archers made up of Northmen and half of the Wildlings whilst the walls were defended by the remaining Wildling forces.

Last but not least, Daenerys and her dragons attack the undead from above, flame enough to burn the Night King's army.

"This isn't like fighting another living force, these creatures don't fear anything, they don't wait and don't starve. We stop this, tonight, or we are all lost." Jon told them, reminding them of the stakes of these next several hours.

Mace chuckled, putting hands on his and that Wildling King's shoulder. "Songs will be sung of our feats!" He rolled his eyes, tired of Mace Tyrell's jovial mood.

Daenerys narrowed her eyes at him and Mace, he's sure that if Loren had decided against this alliance then she would no doubt have some speech about winning against the Night King before finishing them all off afterward.

They all dispersed about to gather their own commanders, Vylarr, his second to the Lannister force advised he stay back of the formation, and when he asked why, he was told it was Loren's order for him to survive this battle but refused to relay this to Mace.

It began to unnerve him with how much Loren's keeping away from him, giving lower commanders secret orders and not him.

The sun started to fall, a dark shadow to the North and coming ever closer. "Fine, Commander, now join the men." He seethed and Vylarr grimaced before joining the front.

Gods, he's to stand her like some coward. "You'll have a choice, soon, I've seen it." He was spoked and turned around to see Jon's brother.

Brandon Stark was escorted by some three dozen Wildlings and Northmen, heading to the Godswood. His words marked him and he grunts a response before turning on his feet and leaving to find a shield and spear, damn Loren and his orders... He will lead his men.

Vylarr was shocked by his decision, he quickly shut down any and all resistance to his choices and lined up in the third row of the Lannister forces. A screech was heard and he looked up to see Daenerys take flight with her dragons, the green one coming down and shooting a blast of flame that lit the trench.

The day soon turned into night, a dreadful silence met with the crackle of flame and wind was all that could be heard.

Darkness, all was darkness as a horn blew from the North, their sacrificial scouts letting them know the dead were on their way. A second horn blew from a watchtower giving them leave to launch their siege weapons, trebuchets full of oil and flaming barrels soared the sky, and landing far off, the thundering of thousands of feet were coming closer and closer... Then the Long Night began.

Prince's Pass

Daven/Tyrion

Daven pursued Tyrion for many miles, days, and nights.

The Prince's Pass was a safer way to Dorne, if they can get deeper within the border then they could stage a campaign for Loren to quickly finish off Daenerys army.

He hopes that things are doing well for Loren and Damon, word quickly came from Lord Hand that the dead have come down from the Wall and might now be targeting Winterfell where the living was making their final stand.

Slowing down his horse, holding his army he noticed that Tyrion has stopped running.

"I hope you've come to your senses and have decided to surrender, cousin?" He asked aloud, the dwarf narrowing his eyes with silence.

Ordering a forward march his men began to move down the pass, not noticing the slow rumbling coming from the cliffs above. Soon enough, Daven's men began getting run down by hundreds of arrows and trebuchets tossing boulders which made him realize that surrounding the Prince's Pass was Skyreach and Kingsgrave.

Formidable fortresses that he did not foresee, "Damn it, turn back! We'll only be slaughtered if we continue!"

The Lannister forces turned back, leaving the dead and dying on the field all while still being attacked by those of Kingsgrave. Loren is sure to crow and be angry, yet this is still a victory and a great loss to Daenerys.

Sighing in relief, Tyrion turned to Asha with tears in his eyes. "I'm sorry for your brother, please, stay behind and hold the pass. I must get back to Sunspear and inform the Queen and Jon about Loren's betrayal." He ordered and turned his horse and half of their forces back to their retreat.

Winterfell

Damon/Daenerys/Bran

Archers let loose another volley of arrows, catapults shot out oil and pitch at the undead horde trying to get past the fire trenches.

Daenerys would come down and set fire to hundreds at a time but it seemed no amount of attacks would dampen the sheer numbers that the Night King has.

"Giants!" One soldier cried as a handful of undead giants began throwing the smaller members of the horde across the fires, Damon thrust his spear out and slew his first enemy.

The Dothraki charged from the sides, engaging with fire and dragonglass. Damon thought the horses would have better use as food, a cavalry charge didn't have the effect they wanted it to, and was thrown deep into enemy lines with little room for retreat.

He shouldn't be complaining, it was him that advised the Dragon Queen positioning her Dothraki that way.

"Commander!" Vylarr cried out and protected him, slashing down a corpse soldier that was slowly breaking their formation.

A large giant walked up to the fire ring, falling face forward and followed by another giant. It created a bridge and countless undead began to swarm through, Unsullied and Reacher forces formed walls whilst archers flooded the charging dead with arrows.

A screech and Damon looked above, Daenerys and her dragons dove down, shooting another jet of flame and headed deep within the undead lines and split off to save her Dothraki screamers from getting completely annihilated. "There are too many of them, even now, the fire is starting to dim." He said, seeing the cold winds slowly consuming the pitch and wood and oil.

Loren should have sent some Wildfire up North, the potion might have bought them a lot more time and opportunities to defeat the dead.

Damon cut down a charging wight, its bones falling to the ground and shattering into pieces. "Mace! Tell your men to dig deep and push! Commander Grey Worm will see and follow suit!" The Lord of Highgarden was shaking, barely hearing what he had just shouted at him.

Outside of sight, along the lines of the dead stood a White Walker, its beard blowing and eyes watching the man in red armor speak to a fatter one in gold and green. He took out a spear of ice, drew its hand back, and threw the weapon which whistled and speared the fat man in front of his ally.

A shook Damon stood back a couple of feet when an ice spear pierced Mace's back, blood flying and marking his breastplate and helmet. He was then tackled to the ground, a giant had thrown another soldier and the Wight was currently trying to stab his eyes out.

Vylarr saved him once more, helping him to his feet and giving him a knowing glare. "You should have stayed at the castle." Perhaps he should have, looking and seeing some few hundred Reachmen fleeing and leaving his force and the Unsullied as the frontlines.

Stopping a blowhard wearing Hightower garb, "You're in charge, now, Lord Baelor! Get these men back into formation!" He roared and brought Brightsmile Baelor back to duty.

This battle isn't over yet, not until the Night King shows himself.

In the sky, Daenerys tried and somewhat succeeded in saving up to seven thousand of her Dothraki and five-thousand horses. The rest were too deep or slain by Wights and White Walkers.

She did however see when one of her bloodriders slay a Walker, more than half of a thousand Wights fell to the ground. She called her children and circled back to Winterfell, landing on a cleared battlement where Jon was aiding men atop the walls in raining arrows at the undead.

"Jon!" She shouted, causing the King of the North to turn and listen. "The White Walkers are the key, one of mine killed one and near a thousand of its followers fell." Jon pondered on her discovery.

Looking out to the battle, both monarchs saw that the White Walker forces were past the fire ring and were engaging hers and Loren Lannister's forces.

They will reach the walls, Daenerys sat in to dive out once more before she heard a horrific screech. The Wights were circling the castle to the east and west, "Sovetis!" Drogon roared and took flight, shortly before hearing Jon relay the news to the other commanders about their advantage.

Kill the White Walker, end their armies so if the Night King dies, then so will all that it's risen from death.

In the Godswood, position beside the Weirwood tree that belonged to his House and before that, the Children was Brandon Stark.

The powers gifted to him by the Three-Eyed-Raven were still hard to control, seeing into the past and near future. An ever-changing future, he's seen them winning this battle but other times he'd seen them lose and die.

One thing that did change before the start of this battle was the wars fought after, first, he'd seen his cousin taking the Iron Throne with Daenerys Targaryen and ending the false Baratheon Dynasty to usher in a thousand years of peace and prosperity... He had even seen Damon Lannister fighting beside them, too.

But now he is unable to visit that victory, it is skewed in red.

"Brandon, Daenerys discovered a weak spot in the Night King's army, we need to find him," Meera said and returned from the battlements.

Nodding, he focused and his eyes became grey and then white, taking control of the ravens in the rookery and having them take flight and search for their adversary. They cawed and flapped their wings in the wind, going over the battle where man fought together against an endless amount of undead.

Farther out, sitting upon a dead horse was the Night King and his first six White Walkers, all others were mere commanders and the monster smiled upon seeing the battle already nearing the end.

Raising his hand, he signaled for several thousand more Wights to begin marching on Winterfell.

These Wights were different, freshly made from his conquest after taking down the Wall and ambushing the Wildling homefront.

Bran's ravens saw them, and gasped and looked up to Meera. "Tell Jon to sound a withdrawal, bring every man within Winterfell... The Night King is coming." His caretaker left immediately, all the while that he prayed to the Old Gods for aid.