The Gods and Demons

It is the Drowned God that protects the men on sea, lake or river.

He fights the Storm God who always challenges those on the waters, constantly fighting but deserves as much respect as the Drowned God.

Aeron Greyjoy. High Priest of the Drowned Men awoke from his sleep, he sensed the blue eyes approaching a wall of ice.

"Gather the Drowned Men. We need a sacrifice of noble blood."

Arya

At the Wall, Arya Stark finally laid eyes on Vickon's former lover, and, it made her feel a little agitated.

"Your Grace, you came?" She heard Vickon tell the Queen, Daenerys looked lovely just like her sister, a true beauty.

No wonder Vickon and many fell under her spell, she crossed her arms and watched the Queen and Vickon speak, catching up over the last few months since Cersei was defeated. Her sister since she's been home dressed like a real lady, Daenerys was the same except she was dressed in white, it brings out the silver hair a little more.

Jon came out of the great hall, looking down at Daenerys with the same dumb look Vickon is giving. Her brother hurried down an approached them.

"Your Grace, you came?" Vickon and she watched on, Daenerys smiled and tilted and nodded her head once.

"The North is cold, King Jon, but, it is a hard place I found... But peaceful." Well, she liked her a little more now for the comment. The first southerner to not insult the North, that must be a first. "Now. I came with all my armies, nearly 190,000 men. 10,000 from the Westerlands. 80,000 from the Reach. 15,000 from the Stormlands. 40,000 from Dorne. 6,000 from the Riverlands. My 9,000 Unsullied and 30,000 Dothraki, and my Dragons." Quite the army, hopefully, it will be enough.

"I was able to gather 25,000 able-bodied men and women from the North, your grace. The Vale and 30,000 of theirs too. Now we have 245,000 warriors to fight." Jon put in and Vickon chuckled, he has men too.

"My armada and the 10,000 of the Golden Company are yours as well, along with 100 Elephants." Vickon started, my ships are at Eastwatch and ready to move forces beyond the Wall, well, the ones that can't fit past the tunnels. But there is a problem... " They were all thinking it, at least her Jon and Vickon.

"255,000 men and barely 30,000 weapons of Dragonglass. We're fucked." Jon looked at her, surprised to hear her say such a word. "Spears and arrowheads we need. Valyrian Steel, too." She added while pulling out the dagger taken from Petyr Baelish, from his corpse.

"We split the glass and wielders of Valyrian Steel between the three main castles, our cavalry forces and archers will be vital to a successful push back of the dead." Jon said then turned to Daenerys, "And I know it's dangerous, but the dragons need to be split as well. One at each castle." Daenerys was unsure but they can't be unsure right now, not now.

It was in agreement, the plans for battle are set in stone.

She went on her way to her usual routine, training with her new weapon made of Dragonglass. Needle is still with her, it was a gift by Jon and she will die with it if needs be.

It was getting late when she was getting ready to go get some rest but she noticed Vickon was watching Jon head for the Queen's chambers. She was curious and followed Vickon who was following Jon.

Where does this lead to?

Her brother wasn't into other girls, there was one time Theon took him to a brothel to become a man. Jon went in and came out a moment later saying sorry and heading back to the Castle, it was funny actually. Now, now her brother fancies the Dragon Queen? She frowned and closely followed him and Vickon.

Jon made it to the Queen's room, she and Vickon got out of sight but then his sight came on her and he mouthed 'why are you here?' to her and she mouthed back the same question. Inevitably she and he just watched as Queen Daenerys opened her door, surprised to see him, but eventually, her expression turned soft and beckoned the King in the North to enter her room.

"Think they're gonna fuck?" He asked her once they knew the coast was clear, she blushed and punched him in the arm.

"I am not gonna think about my brother fucking the Queen of the South." She stated and he smirks, bringing her close like some pals going to a tavern. "Today, you were almost drooling over her, I saw it." He smirked and stopped to lean towards her.

"Is that jealousy, Princess Stark? Well, it shouldn't matter, I bedded the Mother of Dragons and we had a good time. She is beautiful, but I'm interested in more than beauty, Arya, I want ferocity, and passion, I want someone that can keep up with me in battle and on the sea." She listened to him, "Daenerys, she isn't for me. She'll be stuck on a chair, playing ruler and if King Snow wishes then she'll also have a King by her side... But my home is the sea, and I miss it, dearly." He spoke softly for the last part, a little melancholic than his usual cheery attitude.

"If you miss your water then just say so and we'll go, I had fun spending tie with Jon and Gendry, but, we have a war to fight." He smiled at her, she smiled back at him.

"Alright, I was waiting on you." He said in that voice he uses to charm women.

"Today. When you left the council meeting to decide on plans, you told me that you wanted to tell me something. What was it?" Vickon's eyes widened as he cleared his throat, letting her go and turning around.

"Ah, it was nothing, nothing at all." She doesn't believe that, even he doesn't believe that. "We should get some rest, it'll be a long day tomorrow. No doubt Northerner will try to fight Ironborn and Southerner. The War of the Five Kings and this one is still fresh in everyone's mind, order needs to be affirmed." She sighed, she can let it go... For now.

"I want you to tell me about what you want in the morning, you know me enough that I won't let things go." She said in a sing-song tone and heard Vickon utter a curse as she walked away.

The Iron Islands 

The ceremoney began. A sacrifice was chosen.

"Alannys of the House Harlaw, wife of Balon of the House Greyjoy and aunt to King Vickon Greyjoy." Lady Greyjoy has seen better days, shortly after hearing of Asha's death and her own husbands murder, she gave way to her insanity. But she is still competent, she can still serve the Drowned God.

"I accept the responsibillty of this task, I am ready." Aeron nodded and four men helped Alannys into a row boat, set to sink with a puncture of a blade.

"Know that the devil beyond the Wall will fall to your sacrifice, and bond the Drowned God and the Storm God for one generation." He shouted out as Alannys set sail to the encrouching storm. "Drowned God, bless this woman with your embrace. Take her to your watery halls of feasting and battle. Fill her with your strength and showere her with will, for What is Dead May Never Die but Rises Again, Harder and Stronger!" The Drowned Men chanted with him as Alannys sailed further and further out of sight.

The Storm and the Sea are with you, Vickon, make it all count. He thought and waited until the ceremoney was complete and Alannys washed up, a corpse whose sould is now with her husband and daughter and two sons.

The Wall 

The day was unfamiliar to Vickon as he and his party departed from Castle Black, heading to Eastwatch via the Wall itself. They were nearly there, just a few short miles.

"It is dawn. The sun should be out about now." Baelor stated and Arya walked apart from their group, passing a Watchmen and Wildling.

He sighed and put a hand on his belt, "Arya, we need to hurry, it will be dark before we know it." He called and the She-Wolf was ignoring him. What is she gawking at? He thought and wondered before passing some of his men to get to Arya. "Princess, what are you... Looking... At... " Now he was gawking, but, it was for good or bad reasons.

The sun may not be hining but he can still see, he can see thousands of people coming out of the Haunted Forest. Men as large as a ship, White horsemen, no banner and what looks like Ice Spiders right out of those storybooks.

One of the riders dismounted, grabbed something from his saddle. The horns started to blow as to warn everyone. The dismounted man looked right at him, he was more terrified than he was when against his father. "That's him, that's the Night King." He heard Arya mutter.

The Night King was holding a horn, old and ancient with runes carved on to it. He held it up to his mouth and blew on it.

There was shattering wind, Vickon and Arya were thrown back against each other.

The Wall glowed, and when the Night King blew on it again, the Wall glowed a lot more and when the White Walker blew on it a third time, the Wall dimmed and turned black, it started to melt.

The War for the Dawn has begun, and he firmly believes they are fucked.