The mountain and the hound
by joseph Real
Sandor Clegane jolted awake dazed as to where he was. When he went to sit up he realized how heavy his armor was. Didn't help that his long sword was buried to the handle with two lannister soldiers stiff and roting. But he got up anyway and cleared his sword of the debris. Seeing the never ending ocean of dead bodies consisting of Lannister, Dothraki, Unsullied, Vale, and northern soldiers. He remembered he was at the battle to take the Iron throne for Daenerys the mother of dragons. Looking across the field he saw small groups of the survivors still standing and fighting with the faint clatter of steel against steel. Until he heard him, the monster he knew to well. the Great and mighty Mountain, Sandors brother Gregor Clegane. Hatred started to fill his lungs as he saw the monstriouse giant. He picked up his sword and started to move at an aggressive pace toward the ginormous devil. "Gregor!" the great Hound blared getting his brothers attention. The beast reared his head to see who dared call him by his first name. When he saw it was his little brother he also made a pace like Sandor. The two ran towards each other blades in hand until finally they clashed. Sandors longsword against Gregors greatsword sounded like a mighty canon roaring with every slash and strike due to the two knights great size and strength. Sandors looked through Gregor's helmet into his brothers eyes and saw the red glare that was like fire. Too many think this feature to Gregor is new thanks to the queens new maister but Sandor knew the look all to well, it was the same look he saw in his brothers eyes when gregor pushed his face into the fire which left him his scar. The hate grew in both warriors as they clashed with every swing and then it happened, Gregor wound up his mighty strike that Sandor knew all too well from a lifetime of fighting his brother, and when he swung Sandor ducked and jumped out of the way and unleashed a flurry of strikes that hurt Gregor. With the last swing Sandor sent Gregor's helmet flying. Sandor paused when he saw Gregors face, uglier than he remembered, it was colorless unlike his eyes, showing no life. Then Gregor stood up with a mighty roar and struck Sandor breaking his armor and leaving him bleeding bad. Sandor retreated thinking back to his past when he did. Remembering all the times Gregor had wronged him, how their father never did anything to stop him, how no one ever loved him because of his deformity, how he shut out the world because he didn't want to feel pain anymore. He looked back to see his brother walking towards him, his brother who was on his way to kill him. This devil that had followed him all his life. As he watched death approach him he tried to think of something good in his life. He couldn't, he only saw all the pain he caused people because of his hatred, he was just like his brother. Until he remember her, Arya Stark, the little girl he helped, the bond with her being the closest thing to love he's ever had in his life. Even if she had left him to die. Remembering that it is his job to protect her he drew to his feet grasped his sword and charged again at his brother not thinking about his past but about Arya's future his hatred almost forgotten, he struck at Gregor before he could wind up. Hurting the Mountain again and again he struck. Until he broke the mighty Mountains greatsword and with the shock that overcame Gregor, Sandor took the opportunity and thrusted his sword into the devil until it couldn't go any further and he was face to face with him. With a groan Gregor muttered in his growling voice "goodbye little brother, i-im sorry" and he fell with Sandors sword still finding a home in his chest. Sandor drew in a breath looked at his brother corpse with no emotion.
"F**king c*nt"
The wind blew.
Sandor retrieved his sword and walked away.