The battle of Winterfell was the first real stand against the dead and the night king. The whole of the North was armed and ready to fight the wights and white walkers. The Freefolk's brutal nature would make them vital against the dead as they have seen and fought them before. They would have been a huge advantage in the battle if their numbers won't so low. The Queen's armies arrived bringing the numbers and dragon glass which was supposed to help level the playing field. Not to mention her fire breathing dragons. However, when the battle came the living were too outnumbered and Winterfell fell to the dead taking majority of our soldiers and Rheagar with it. Those who survived fled south in hopes of getting the other kingdom ready. But by then it was too late. The dead vastly outnumbered the living and the south were not ready for them or the Night King's new dragon. It was defeat after defeat until we reached king's landing. The city was lying on a pile of wildfire and that could have been used to wipe out thousands of wights. Cersei Greyworm and a hundred soldiers went underground to ignite the flames. And it worked. Hundreds of thousands of wights and even some white walkers were destroyed. It was our first real victory.
However, the celebrations didn't last long as the Night king shoot another ice harpoon at Drogon and Daenerys when we weren't paying attention. The pinpoint accurate shot landed in Drogons heart instantly killing the dragon bringing the giant dragon plummeting down to the ground with the dragon queen falling with it. The night King now had control of all three dragons.
Jon was different after the battle of kings landing as his love was killed. He didn't speak much after that and was reckless in fights on the ground until the day when the night king shoved a blade through his heart. Jamie, Tormund and Brienne fell at the same time in efforts to kill the Night King and end this war. At this point, there were less than a few thousand people left gathered on an island of the coast of Dorne. Yara brought who she could and many were left at the mercy of the dead. We knew the war was lost and the night had won as white walkers and wights had made it across the narrow sea as well thanks to the new dragons. Time was up for the human race. The only way we could win was if we had a better start to the war. This sprang the idea of time travel. As the three-eyed raven, I had the power to look back in time and with the use of magic from Melisandre the idea seemed possible. No one really believed it could happen but many decided it was better to believe then accept the new reality. That being we would all be chunks of meat in the night king's army.
The soldiers who were left formed a protective barrier around me and Melisandre as were started to perform the ritual. Our last effort to save the world. "Bran you have to hurry." My sister Sansa shouted from next to me clutching on to Arya's daggers who fell somewhere around the reach two week ago. Gendry dying with her. As the first line of soldiers engaged against the dead, the panic in me started to rise but I quickly squashed it down. This is going to work. It has to. The snarls of the dead and the screams of the living mixed with the clashing of steel. As every soul fought to its last in hopes of buying me enough time to fix this. Melisandre lit a circle of fire around us to appease the god of light and hopefully stop any wights from coming through. All around me cries of pain grow louder and louder meaning the enemy was getting closer and closer. I blocked them out and focused on the task at hand as this was more important and I can't let their sacrifice be for nothing. Finding the right time to drop everyone was the easy part. The hard part was making sure the right people remembered and the people who would cause us harm wouldn't remember a thing.
Time ticked away as I started planting the memories of this life into our old selves. The scream and snarls that had once surrounded me had stopped leaving only silence. The last line had fallen and a wight broke through the fire heading straight towards me ready to rip me apart. I Ignore the threat and just keep thinking of names. The more people on our side at the start of the war the better our chances. I was only a few names off when the wight lunged for me when Sansa throws herself in front of me stabbing it buying me the extra time I needed. She was ripped apart in front of me by other wights who had broken through forcing me to shut my eyes just as I finished the ritual. And when I opened my eyes again, I wasn't greeted by death but the dull grey wall's of Winterfell. Sitting up I looked down and saw I was able to move my legs. I did. we had travelled back in time A scream from down the hall alerted me to the fact that Sansa was here as well. No doubt still imaging and feeling her own slow death. Jon Arya and Theron are the only ones in Winterfell who remember. They are also no doubt experiencing their deaths as well. But it didn't matter now. We were back and safe and this time we would be ready for the Night King and defeat him. Today is the day Jon Arryn was killed which began the outburst of violence that plagued the Seven Kingdoms. We will stop that too. This time we will get it right.