Jon
He didn't know what in the seven hells was going on
He was trapped in a storm, swirling around grasping onto Rhaegal for dear life
Jon felt as though his body would split in two at this rate.
"DANY!"
He desperately tried to call out for to his love- Aunt thing, he doesn't really know what they are yet at this point.
He heard Rhaegal roar as he soared upwards, disobeying Jon's commands.
Why? They had a battle to fight why fly away from it?
Once above the storm it felt so peaceful, he felt his body calm, his breathing slow.
Rhaegal stayed suspended as Jon froze cold.
Someone else was with them, and it wasn't Dany.
A deathening roar pierced his thoughts as he saw blue flames lighten up the sky
Viserion. Dany's third child.
Her dead child.
And on his back was Jon's long awaited enemy.
The Night King.
He had a chance to end this war, all the death that is occurring right now below him. He had a chance to stop his loved ones from getting hurt.
Why wouldn't he take it?
He sat forward on his dragon, signalling Rhaegal to fly forward, to attack and end this nightmare.
He wished the night king expressed some emotion, that way he would be able to tell what he was thinking, what he was planning.
The night king served Viserion around him, the dead dragon's feet barely missing Jons head as it scrapped down Rhaegal's back.
Rhaegal roared in pain as he spun around to face his brother. He flew forward fast, forgetting that he had a rider on his back as he slammed into Viserion.
The impact made Jon lose grip of Rhaegal and fly forward. Luckily he landed on Viserion's tail.
The Night king slowly turned his head to face him, grabbing his ice sword to finish him.
He didn't know what washed over him, he wasn't a hero, he wasn't confident.
But he was stupid.
Jon crawled up Viserions tail and leapt at the Night king, wrapping his arms around his torso and pulled him off the dragon.
His arms were cold, he couldn't hold onto him for any longer as they spiralled towards the ground.
This was it, this is how the war would end? Jon and the night king falling to their deaths together.
How romantic.
His eyes met the Night king's as he watched him disappear in the storm.
Jon closed his eyes, listening to Rhaegal and Viserion battle high up in the sky.
A third roar joined his thoughts.
He felt his back slam hard on something that felt like scales.
Drogon had caught him, and with Drogon was Dany, wrapping her arm around his waist to pull him behind her.
She gently brushed her hand over his red raw arms as she flew down towards the main battle.
She landed Drogon on a deserted part of snow to turn and face Jon.
"What the hell were you thinking!? Are you alright?"
He has never seen her so flustered before, well up close.
She glanced towards Winterfell.
"He isn't on the dragon anymore! He is open we have to get him now! Unless he died by that fall."
"A thing that controls death isn't going to die by a fall Jon!"
And she was right. In the distance he saw a blue figure with ice thorns upon his head walking towards Winterfell.
He knew what he had to do. He had been waiting for this moment for a while now.
Jon went to slide off Drogon but Daenerys stopped him, grabbing his fore arm.
She gently placed a kiss on his cheek.
"Be careful" She whispered
And with a final nod he placed his feet in the snow, trudging forward to finally end this war.
Arya
A rapid series of coughs escaped her lips as she opened her eyes, trying to find a hint of light.
Sitting up she put her head down, trying to get her vision back.
"Get the fuck up girl, we have no time for resting. Not when the dead are here."
The Hound tugged Arya back to her feet and began dragging her down the halls.
The Hound saved her? I guess a life for a life, he paid his debt.
They made their way through the many halls in Winterfell to find a place that would be to their advantage.
They made their way to the library but much to their dismay, it was infected with the dead.
"Oh for fuck sake" The Hound grasped his dragon glass axe, ready to make work with them but Arya stopped him.
"Hid over in the corner, cover yourself in the rug underneath the stairs, you won't get caught. I will slide through to create a distraction. Then we make a run for it towards that door. Got it?"
His eyes narrowed towards her.
"How the fuck is a little girl going to not get caught?"
She smirked towards him
"People change."
As much as the hound hated hiding and would much rather smash their skulls in, it was for the best if they managed to avoid as much of the dead as possible.
He watched on hopelessly as Arya slide between the bookshelves, nearly getting caught as she ducked under a table, but not once was she caught.
He was amazed really, the little feisty girl he used to take care of, guide her and encourage her was gone.
She was smart, skilled and ready to kill.
He had never felt this way, he thinks it was a sense of pride?
Yes. He was proud of the little wolf.
Arya placed some books on the most unstable shelf she could find and worked her way back towards the Hound, one book still clutched in her hand.
Just as she thought she would make it, one of the dead came around the corner and stood in front of her.
Sandor grabbed his axe ready to swing it at her but he saw that the dead wasn't moving.
He looked closer and saw that Arya had ripped its throat out and gently placed the body on the ground.
Seven hells she really has changed.
"What kind of distraction was that? You did the bloody opposite, no get caught."
Arya glanced at the last book in her hand.
"Watch."
She threw the book, full force towards the unstable shelf she placed books on before and it tumbled over, causing a ricochet affect across 3 shelves.
The dead all snapped their heads towards the sound and scurried over to it as the Hound and Arya ran towards the now unguarded door.
They broke through and slammed the door, collapsing to the ground to take a breath.
"Fuck sake I can't believe that actually worked" The Hound found himself saying.
"If you keep sitting there you die"
Beric came around the corner, covered in blood.
"Where the fuck have you been?" The Hound didn't know why he was so annoyed.
Beric was with him earlier in the fight but next minute the Hound found himself surrounded and alone.
All because Beric left him.
"I had some business to attend to."
"What kind of business do you have accept for helping people not die in this god damn fight?"
The Hound was as confused as ever.
"Exactly what you said Clegane, that was what I was doing. Now come, someone awaits us."
The three slowly walked through the halls and came across a room dimly light by fire.
Once inside they saw the Red Woman, Melisandre looking into the flames.
"You! I have met you before" Arya gasped as she walked closer.
"Indeed we have little one. But first…"
She reached into the fire and pulled out her hand, flames dancing around her finger tips.
Melisandre walked towards Beric and pressed her fingertips to his heart.
"Well done. You have fulfilled your purpose. The Lord of Light awaits you."
Beric smiled as he grasped onto Melisandre's wrist, pressing it further against his heart.
It seemed as though his soul was getting sucked from him as he fell limply on the floor.
"What did you do to him!"
Arya ran over to him and touched the side of his face.
It was cold.
He was dead.
"He fulfilled his purpose for the lord of light. He had no more reason to be in this world. He had survived for far too long, don't you think it was time for him to meet his lord?"
Melisandre turned towards Arya and cupped her cheek.
"He gave life back to many people on this battle field this night. We should reward him but ensuring they stay alive."
Arya could only think about those words Melisandre said to her those many years ago.
"You told me I would kill many people, you were right about that. You said we would met again, you were right about that one to."
Melisandre smiled softly and she bent down closer to Arya's face.
"I told you you would shut brown eyes, green eyes… and blue eyes…"
Melisandre smirked towards Arya as her eyes widened in realisation.
She had to do it. In honour of Beric, in honour of her father, mother and brothers, in honour of the North.
She will do it.
She rapidly turned and nodded towards the Red woman as she ran out the door to fulfil her destiny.
"What the fuck just happened?" Was the only words the Hound could say as he was left with the red woman.
Sam
He was running as fast as his little legs could take him.
Gilly, little Sam and his future child was in danger.
Along with Sansa, Tyrion and everyone else in the crypt.
This was his chance.
His one chance to do something useful in this battle, protect the ones he loved even if it meant death.
He could make a difference, he could save hundreds of lives.
He stopped abruptly and hit behind a gap in a wall, well, as well as he could hide.
A group of about 10 of the undead were banging on the door leading to the crypts.
What was he thinking of doing? He didn't know.
What could he do against ten of them?
The door seemed to be holding well, hopefully it could hold a little longer whilst he thinks of how he can lead the undead astray.
But then, he heard Gilly's voice.
"Everyone move further down in the crypts away from the door!"
He heard little Sam crying.
He heard banging on the door.
Little Sam crying.
Gilly screaming.
More banging.
Crying.
Screaming.
It all went blank.
He couldn't think, only noises flooded his mind.
Gilly, Sam.
His family.
He grasped a dragon glass axe and ran forward, swinging desperately as he screamed.
One, Two, Three, Four, Five.
He took down half of him.
Sweat was all he could taste.
Gilly and Sam still ringing in his mind.
Sam got pushed to the ground, tackled by the remaining five.
He couldn't give up now. Not now. Not ever.
He head-butted the main undead on top of him and pushed his weight forward, sitting on top of two.
He grabbed two others and smashed their skulls together, obliterating them.
He grabbed the third one and dug the axe into its skull.
The remaining two he sat on clawed at his stomach and flesh until he drove the axe into their skulls as well.
He couldn't breathe.
He wimpy rested his back against the door to the crypts.
All noise that was in his head before were gone.
All he could hear was his heart banging against his rib cage, his lungs struggling to keep up.
He watched as blood oozed from his shoulder and stomach.
Nothing much he could do but rest.
"Sam is that you?" He heard a little voice call out from the other side of the door.
"Gilly?" Was all he managed to croak out.
"You saved us? Are you hurt?"
"I should be okay Gilly, only a little bit of blood is all. I just need to have a rest. What kind of fighter would I be if there was no blood?"
He couldn't tell her he was practically bleeding to death. He wanted her to feel safe, not afraid.
That was all he ever wanted.
Gilly to be safe.
He let out a painful breath as his eyes shut.
Hey Guys! Sorry for the less intense chapters. I think next chapter or the one after will be the final for episode 3. I am really looking forward to writing episode 5 J please Review!