Battle Of Ice and Sea

When the Night King blew the Horn of Winter, the magic that the Children, Brandon the Builder and the Mountain Giants put into it had started to fade and melt.

King Jon Snow, upon knowing the truth of his birth in the night before the attack had put aside the argument with Queen Daenerys and put their plans of defense into action. Leading the three factions of the greatest army the world has seen against the Armies of the Dead, Daenerys flew on Drogon and led Viserion and Rhaegal at the edges of the forest.

She lit ablaze the entire forest, lighting thousands on fire but it proved futile when the White Walkers leading the armies, dragon fire did not affect them as it did the dead.

An ice spear shot from the carnage and hit Viserion's right wing. The dragon fell to the ground, Daenerys watched in horror as the dead swarmed the beast, tearing it and attacking it. Two giants tore Viserions left wing off and were set on fire by the wounded creature, it breathed no more fire when a giant smashed a giant ax in its head.

Dothraki and Vale cavalry rode out from Castle Black, they smashed against the hordes, launching obsidian arrows and killing many but like dragon fire, it proved to stem the tide of the dead.

A secret was revealed when a Dothraki Khal shoved his spear into a White Walkers chest, the moment it shattered several hundred of the dead fell to the snow and remained still.

The Living found their weakness and Daenerys reported as such as she called for every one of her warriors to hunt the leading Walkers down.

There must have been a hundred White Walkers commanding the horde. Jorah Mormont, Yohn Royce, Gendry, Podrick Payne and Brienne of Tarth were some of the riders that lead the Dothraki and Vale forces, Yohn Royce was slain and pierced by a spear through the head. Brienne had sustained a wound and would have met death if not for Podrick stepping in the way and protecting the woman who had stuck by and trained him.

Jorah Mormont saw their offense was broken and called for the cavalry to turn around, he saw the thousands of men marching out of the passage as the riders fought on. Grey Worm, Lord Glover, Dickon Tarly, even Lyanna Mormont led the men and got into shield wall positions to hold the lines as the cavalry made a turn for another charge.

Jon Snow rode out of the passage and cried out to the top of the Wall, Edd, Beric Dondarrion, and Tormund Gianstbane let loose their arrows at the approaching dead.

Jon Snow, or Aegon as Bran told him back at Winterfell when he came home. He unsheathed Longclaw and took a position in the front.

Today, they'll either beat back the dead or join them, he grunted and narrowed his eyes at the enemy, "This won't be like Hardhome, this won't be like the Fist." He muttered in the last bit of hope he has left.

The battle was a massacre. Thousands fell on the battlefield, many men and women of note as well.

The survivors, Jon, Jorah, Beric, Sandor, Brienne, and Daenerys. They were forced to flee and leave Castle Black, break camp and go to the Last Hearth, the dead followed and were burned away with the dragons or stomped by an elephant charge on behalf of Harry Strickland which slowed the armies down but not enough.

8,000 Dothraki weren't able to slip past the Wall as the Dead began to swarm the lines. They fled to Eastwatch and found Vickon and his Ironborn fleet waiting to take them to White Harbor or closer to where the Living force is.

Arya walked up to the deck of the Silence, "Vickon? The last of the horses and Dothraki are aboard."

Frankly, the King of Salt and Rock was terrified. He joked and made fun of the undead when Jon spoke of the urgency, he made a point to never let King Snow know he was terrified.

"Good, now let's." He stopped when everything became still, "Feel that?" He asked the She-Wolf, she noticed it too and they both walked to the edge and saw what they feared to see.

All of their ships, the sea was frozen still and it left them trapped.

The sounds of fighting erupted from the castle at Eastwatch, the dead have broken through the gate and it was bad enough that Castle Black fell sometime before this. He grunted and pushed everyone out of his mind for a moment to think, Arya kept screaming at him on what they should do.

She got sick of his shite and slapped him in the face, "What the hell are we going to do?!" He snapped out of it and looked at his crew, the crews of every ship depended on him. His daughter depends on him to save her.

"I know what we have to do." He said and took out his ax, "We fight." He added and walked over and hit a lever, the front of the silence fell and hit the ocean floor, it was flat and he was surprised how frozen it was.

He marched down and looked at the shore, the dead were coming from the land and the castle of Eastwatch. There were hundreds, maybe thousands, and they could either fight or die... And he would rather fight than die and become one of them.

Arya, Baelor and many others joined him on the ground.

Many captains and their crews, the Dothraki they picked up with their horses disembarked from their ships. They'd make a final stand, whether it ends with their deaths or victory where the survivors live on to tell their ingrate sons and daughters about how they defeated the Others.

"Stand your ground! Kill as many of the bastards as you can!" He roared as he readied with his people to fight these dead men, he held his ax and dragonglass dagger as Dothraki archers rode forth, launching dragonglass and regular arrows at the encroaching enemy.

He noticed a storm was brewing behind him and thought of the Storm God, the rival of the Drowned God.

The Dothraki clashed against dead men and the few White Walkers, he led the Ironborn next and charged forward. He growled and he bashed his weapon against a skeletal man, his face rotted away but he didn't flinch, he can't afford to do that.

"Arya!" He cried out and threw his ax at the back of a White Walker who nearly killed Arya, he ran and stabbed three undead men before being at her side. "You could have died, stay by me!" He growled at her and she narrowed her eyes.

"We don't have time for this, this is battle." He scoffed and looked around.

The Ironborn fought alongside Dothraki horsemen and some unfortunate men were being torn to shreds by the Walkers thralls, it all seemed a little pointless to fight against so many of them but they will fight, they will scratch and claw their way to live on.

"If I lose you... You need to know I have grown fond of you, Arya Stark, and I want you to be at my side." He finally told her and she was shocked, surprised by his confession.

"Is that your love confession?" She asked him, throwing a dragonglass dagger at an undead behind him. He picked up his ax and cupped the She-Wolf's cheek.

"Stay alive and find out... Little She-Wolf." He told her and the two were joined by Baelor and Zolar who met up with the rest of his surviving crew of the Merciless. "Follow, men, follow me to either send these ugly fucks to the Drowned God or join them in damnation!" He roared and some Dothraki joined them as they dove into the dead and their masters.

He and everyone fought as deep as they could, they killed only three White Walkers and that only got rid of maybe 400 dead, the rest must be commanded by the Night King. He cursed and hopes Jon or Daenerys can deal with the leader before they all get slaughtered.

It got worse when they were dwindled down to a mere 5000, the Dothraki only numbered a few hundred and their horses were all gone. His remaining force was huddled together, the dead surrounded them and he counted six White Walkers left and they looked mean, that and at least twelve giants counts and horrible situation.

"I guess I won't hear you tell me you love me." He smirked and nudged Arya, at least they'll die together.

The dead and their creators were about to pour in before a loud rumble was heard beneath them, he was confused until he saw what burst from the depths of the sea.

A tentacle. Large and vicious had burst from behind a giant, hauling the creature high in the air and dragging it down. More tentacles busted from beneath the ice all around and swashing away and attacking the dead. He took the chance and turned to everyone, "Back to the ships, now." He commanded and even the Dothraki understood him and turned back to the ships while a way back was made.

It was a Kraken, an actual fucking Kraken that came to his aid. Or it smelled the blood, heard the fighting. He thought as he hurried everyone along.

He felt a sting on his arm, a White Walker, the remaining considering the others were nowhere to be seen. "Come on!" He cursed and began battling the bastard, the Walker was skilled and used that Ice sword well, the cut on his arm began to sting further, almost like it was poisoned and it further made him curse the ice cunt.

"Vickon!" Arya called back to him.

"Get back to the damned ship, woman!" He yelled out and she glared at him before throwing her spear that Gendry made her and it nearly nicked the White Walker, she did give him a chance and he went in and lodged the ax into the bastard's chest.

The White Walker screamed and shattered into nothing, hundreds of its followers fell to the ice and the rest were being smashed to pieces by the Kraken.

Arya helped him back to the Silence, their savior rumbled and cracked the ice ground and allowed some of the vessels to get away. He watched in amazement as the rest of the dead on the shore began to fall, "Jon and Daenerys did it, they stopped the dead." Arya said in complete and utter joy.

Far off at the Lonely Hills was where the living made their stand.

The Last Hearth was a good place, the Golden Company's sacrifice gave them all a moment to rest as the Night King approached, Jon grieved the loss of friends he'd made as Lord Ned Umber chose to stay behind with some men, the rest of the army began moving to Winterfell, there, they can make a stand.

It was a call to give them time to get somewhere to fortify, but, he is tired of making sacrifices. He decided to make the Lonely Hills the last place to stop the dead before they can get to Winterfell, to his family, he swore to defend his family and that they'd never feel the same grief as they were forced to endure against the Lannisters.

The Dead came, their giants and White Walkers and even Ice Spiders. He gripped Longclaw and fought.

Daenerys was enraged, she lost one of her children at the Wall, and another on the retreat when the Night King threw one of his spears, it hit Rhaegal in the head and her child fell into the Last River.

She grieved heavily and contemplated on leaving, Drogon, she won't lose her last and final child. "Dany." She turned and saw Jon giving her a sympathetic look, she nodded and compelled Drogon to fly.

Jon is her nephew. He has a claim to the Iron Throne. She has also fallen in love with him, just as quickly as she had done to Vickon who is elsewhere, fighting as they are fighting. Our futures, that's what he promised me all those days ago. She'll fight for it, no matter what.

The formations were steady as the two armies clashed. Jon dug into the enemy, slashing down many and slaying three White Walkers but not the Night King, he hasn't been found yet.

An hour passes when the Night King appeared, he didn't hesitate and slashed eight and nine of them to get to him. The Night King spotted him quickly, defended himself as Jon clashed against him.

The fight went on for some time, thousands of years old and the bastard was skilled. He swiped right then left and back again, an arrow hit him in the back and he turned quickly to see another White Walker coming toward him. Beric jumped between them, his sword was aflame and he nodded, "Keep an eye on that one!" He was told and he turned his attention back to the Night King who was killing a Stark soldier.

"Come, Fight me!" He roared and the Night King took up the challenge.

He clashed against the demon once more, slashing right and left, the Night King parried his last blow and used his free hand to grab his arm. He cried out in pain, it felt like frostbite and he was thrown some ways away. He jumped back to his feet, rolling away and killing three of the undead before clashing blades with his enemy again.

The Seven Kingdoms depend on them claiming victory, he grunted and gripped his blade before attacking with ferocity.

He didn't know why, but the clouds began to darken and bolts of thunder shot from the sky and began striking the nearby White Walkers, they disappeared in shatters of ice just like dragonglass would do or Valyrian steel.

The Night King seemed confused and forced him away, he watched the monster throw his hands to the ground and thunder shot from the sky and would have hit the Night King but a force shielded it from the strike and it stared daggers at him before stalking towards him.

More thunder shot and destroyed more dead, more giants and ice spiders. A thunderstorm was rolling in and Drogon's flames breathed down and he grunted.

The dead were losing, a divine somewhere has their back and he would use the chance. He parried the Night King's blows for six more times before he thrust down and took the Night King's left arm and in return, the Night King took his Ice sword and stuck it in his chest.

Jon knew death was upon them, it was the only way as he shoved Longclaw into the bastard's chest. A screeching uttered from within the Night King as the magic within blew him a few feet away along with others, men and the dead fighting.

The dead all around began to fall to the mud and snow. Jon Snow looked above as Daenerys spotted him and landed her dragon, but, before she got to him, Jon Snow. Aegon Targaryen. The Last Hero... Was dead.

The War for the Dawn was bloody, many perished and heroes had sacrificed their lives to ensure that man would survive the second Long Night.

Four Months Later, King's Landing 

"All hail her grace. Daenerys of the House Targaryen. The first of her name. Queen of the Andals, Rhoynar, and First Men. Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea. The Unburnt. Mother of Dragons. Lady of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm." Missandei called out to the room and placed a crown of three dragons circling one another on Daenerys head.

The Queen of Westeros was smiling proudly and placed a hand on her stomach. It was swelling with the child she and Jon Snow had conceived at Castle Black.

Where the people cheered for their new Queen, outside on the Bay of Blackwater was the Iron Fleet sailing away.

Aboard the Silence, Theon Greyjoy, rejoining his cousin for the short voyage stood beside his cousin as they said a silent farewell to their ally.

"What will you do now, cousin?" Theon asked Vickon who sighed and turned to him, "I wish you good fortune in your journey, Vickon, don't be afraid to come home at any time." Vickon barked in laughter and patted his back.

"Just don't destroy it whilst I am gone, Theon." Theon left Vickon alone on deck, Zolar had the helm while he watched the sea.

"Where is our destination, King Vickon?" He smirked and turned to see Arya in her new clothes, made by Sansa after the funeral for Jon was over.

He approached Arya and she lept and kissed him on the lips the moment he began to speak, he laughed and the Greyjoy captain looked into her deep grey eyes.

"That decision is yours, my Siren. The sea is our kingdom, and it is mine wherever I go... But first, I will pay a visit to the Free City of Braavos." She frowned and nodded.

"We'll get her back, I swear it." She told Vickon and the Kraken King smirked at her, cupping her cheek.

"An Ironborn doesn't make promises." She smirked at him, "Zolar!" He called to his longtime first mate, "Make a course for Braavos, the Titan and their assassins have a price to pay for assaulting a King of the Iron Islands." Zolar agreed and set the course, Baelor bellowed into the horn and the fleet set the mast to full.

Their journey has just begun, another chapter in his story is about to begin.