Red Keep, King's Landing

Ahsoka sat quietly on a chair, while Obi-Wan and Plo worked on their Force Healing techniques to get her broken hand, courtesy of The Mountain, back to normal.

"Can you feel it, Little 'Soka ? It would seem that our joint effort is working. Does it still hurt ?"

Ahsoka opened and closed her hand, looking for any signs of remaining pain. Sensing none, she breathed a sigh of relief. "From what I can feel, Master Plo, Master Obi-Wan, the pain is pretty much gone. I would assume the bones in my hand are restored."

"That's a good start, Ahsoka. Don't do anything reckless to damage it again." Obi-Wan warned."

Nodding, she leapt off the stairs and walked over to the balcony. The smoking ruins of the Great Sept of Baelor was still evident. It would take a long time to rebuild the area.

Sensing her Master's approach, she looked over her shoulder. "Are we… going to help them rebuild, Master ?"

Anakin placed a comforting hand on his Padawan's shoulder. "No, Snips. I'm afraid we have more urgent business here. The King of the North, Jon Snow, has told us of the White Walkers threat. On that end, I really don't know how we'll do… I'm only hoping our lightsabers and the artillery on the gunships will be enough… Ser Davos said that a large stash of Dragonglass laid beneath the home of Stannis Baratheon. The time it would take us to dig through and collect it all, the White Walkers would probably make their way past the Wall by then. So, as usual… We'll have to improvise."

She let out a nervous laugh. "Isn't it when things don't go as planned that we're at our best, Master ?"

Anakin chuckled in response. "A lot of times, my immediate call to take action have saved us, Snips. But… not this time. We still don't know what we're really up against here." He tried to change the subject slightly. "I see that Obi-Wan and Master Plo got your hand fixed up. Think you'd be strong enough to beat me in an arm wrestling match ?"

Ahsoka could only smirk in response. "Why don't we let it heal up completely before we do anything stupid, right ? How is Daenerys ?"

"From what I could tell, she's fine. The new coronation ceremony will begin soon. You don't want to miss that, now do you, Snips ?"

"I wouldn't miss this for the world, Master ! Let's go !" She used her good hand to drag her Master out of the Red Keep and towards the Throne Room.

Throne Room

Daenerys had every reason to be nervous. She had very large shoes to fill when it came to ruling. Undoing Cersei's cruel rule would be no easy task, and she would also have to live up to Robert Baratheon's rule, which was fairly pleasant. As her allies and the people of King's Landing gathered in the Throne Room, she faced everyone. She was especially shocked to see Ser Jorah Mormont, apparently cured of his Grayscale affliction.

He knelt by her. "Khaleesi, I would be lying if I said I never doubted your chances to claim not only the Iron Throne, but Westeros as well. All the odds were against you from Day One, and here you stand, by the Iron Throne. Your determination and perseverance kept you in line while you fought to come here. I am honored to serve you… My Queen. My Khaleesi."

Daenerys stepped forward, motioning him to stand up. "I see that you've cured yourself of the affliction. Can I count on you, Ser Jorah of House Mormont, to act as the Lord Commander of the Queensguard ?"

He bowed, thanking his luck. "Khaleesi, for me… There is no greater honor. I'll gladly assemble the new Queensguard."

Tyrion cleared his throat, getting everyone's attention. "Well, that's all very nice. It is time to for our new Queen to be crowned. Grand Maester Qyburn, if you please ?"

Qyburn held the Crown in his hands, the same he gave to Cersei months ago. Since he unconditionally swore allegiance to Daenerys following Cersei's defeat, he was appointed as Grand Maester, to replace the late Pycelle. "I now proclaim Daenerys, of House Targaryen, First of her Name, Queen of the Andals and of the First Men, Protector of the Seven Kingdoms." The Crown was placed on Daenerys's head, making a brilliant contrast with her silvery hair. "Long may she reign !"

Everyone repeated the line. Hopefully, this is the major change Westeros needed. The following celebration was nothing short of extravagant. Most were in a pretty good mood. At a distant table, Jon Snow and Theon Greyjoy spoke for the first time in years.

The King of the North was still somewhat untrusting of him, after his failed attempt at taking Winterfell for the Iron Islands. "It's been a while, Theon. Sansa did tell me of the horrors you've endured with Ramsay. But you knew it was wrong to turn against us ? Why did you ?!"

Theon sighed deeply, recalling his attempt. "I'm so sorry, Jon ! I… I… I didn't think… I wanted to please Father so badly… I didn't even see Ramsay's men coming in… until it was too late… You can't know how glad I was that I never found Bran or Rickon… I knew I had gone too far the moment I executed Ser Rodrik… Lady Osha and Hodor had fled with the two. Can't say I blame them… Everything when to Hell since your father was killed…"

Jon tensed up. "You weren't the only one that suffered through Ramsay, Theon. As you certainly recall, he raped Sansa on their "Wedding" night. He toyed and killed Rickon on the battlefield. I wouldn't be surprised that he killed Osha as well."

Theon began to tear up, memories coming back up. "I remember him feeding Osha's corpse to his hounds. He forced me to watch. It was terrible !"

At another table, Sansa and Arya sat with The Hound and Beric. The leader of the Brotherhood without Banners enjoyed his drink while staring at the servants going back and forth. "All's well that ends well, right Clegane ?"

Sandor huffed angrily. "Ends well, you say ? That bitch turned my brother into a mindless monster ! At least, he can rest in peace now. Never cared for that cunt, Joffrey, you know ? But the Targaryen girl… Her, I could protect, no questions asked."

Beric agreed with his sentiment. "Aye, the Dragon Queen ought to rule well enough. If anyone tried to overthrow her rule, they'll have to answer to her dragons. Not a smart move, I would think."

Sansa felt out of place with the hardened men, she rose up from her chair. "If you'll excuse me, Sers, Sister, I will have a word with Lord Tyrion."

Arya raised an eyebrow. "What the fuck do you see in that dwarf anyways ? He's a Lannister for crying out loud !"

"Lord Tyrion is not like the others. He is kind and only wants peace in the world. Please excuse me."

She walked over to where the Hand of the Queen sat, clearly enjoying his wine as always. "Lord Tyrion." She bowed before him.

Tyrion almost choked on his wine. "Lady Sansa… Or should I say, Lady Stark ? No need to bow before me, my Lady. You are neither my wife nor a Bolton. You are free, to do as you please. I trust that you are enjoying the victory celebration ?"

"Yes, my Lord. So… you deny our union ?" Sansa asked, surprised.

Tyrion placed his glass aside. "Lest I remember, neither of us wanted this. Father forced it on us, against our will. Apparently, you were also forced to marry that bastard Ramsay, against your will, were you not ?"

Sansa nodded. "Yes, my Lord. He did… distasteful things to me."

Tyrion caught on to her meaning. "He had no honor nor respect for women. The world is a happier place with him gone. Just like Joffrey." He grabbed her hand, caressing it gently. "My Lady, I am very sorry that you had to endure such abuse. Know that I would have never forced you to such acts. Despite that fact that I have bedded many women in my life, never once have I treated one badly. Not even Shae… Unfortunately, she took my rebuff quite badly. What could have happened to her ?"

"She was "offered" to Ramsay, my Lord." A tall man in elegant robes and a thin mustache walked in on their conversation.

"Lord Baelish ! And you would know this… how ?"

Baelish cupped his chin, thinking back. "I made the arrangements, myself. Last I heard, she had failed a recipe and she was… dealt with."

Sansa gasped. "Knowing Ramsay, he likely fed her to his hounds."

Baelish turned to gaze at Daenerys, whom was busy speaking with Ser Jorah and Ser Davos. "How long do you think she will rule ?"

Tyrion frowned immediately at his words. "Are you implying that "some" are already plotting her fall ?"

"There are always people that seek the Iron Throne for themselves." Baelish quietly walked away, leaving the two in uncertainty.

"He wants the Throne himself, and he wants me to stand by his side. He told me before."

Tyrion scoffed at the notion. "Lord Baelish to sit on the Iron Throne ? Ridiculous ! He has no claim to it."

At another table, Anakin, Ahsoka and Obi-Wan nursed their drinks. Ale wasn't her favorite, but she was slowly getting used to the taste. "I have to say, I'm surprised neither of you object to me taking part in the festivities."

Anakin snorted a laugh. "You're not a little girl anymore, Ahsoka. You've grown into a capable woman. Despite that you've made mistakes in the past, my pride for you will never fade. And besides, if you do get out of line, I'll let you know."

Obi-Wan cleared his throat. "I've been told that you've experienced something rather… unique."

Her lekku stripes darkened, catching on to his meaning. "Yes, Master. It wasn't planned in any way… And my mind wasn't numbed out by drinking either… It felt like a good idea at the time. But I guess in the end, it wasn't the wisest thing to do. I dread how the High Council will respond when they learn of it."

"The most I can tell you is that you can never be recommended for a seat on the Council because of that act. It's unfortunate, really. Master Shaak Ti was hoping one day that you'd succeed her on the Council." Obi-Wan added.

She looked down, feeling shame. "I have the utmost respect for Master Ti. She brought me to Shili for my Akul hunt when I was 12. Despite my young age, I managed to pass the rite and earned my headdress. Is there any way the Council could overlook that small detail ?"

"As long as Master Windu sits on the Council, you know he's not going to let it slide." Anakin tensed up, remembering Windu's initial apprehension to have him trained by Qui-Gon or Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "We'll deal with it in due time, Ahsoka. For now, take a deep breath, relax. Have a drink or several. You will ease up a bit."

Ahsoka stared at Obi-Wan, her eyes wide in surprise. "You're actually encouraging me to drink ? That's a first !"

"In this situation, Snips, it's perfectly ok. Maybe when we get back at Coruscant… we could sneak at '79s with Rex and the others." Anakin suggested.

She quickly chugged what was left of her ale and went for a refill. "In that case, I better get used to the taste."

At another table, Olenna Tyrell and Ellaria Sand discussed their mutual contentment over Cersei's death.

"Lady Tyrell, how do you like the taste of vengeance ? Isn't it sweet ?" Ellaria helped herself to some of her local wine.

Olenna nodded, yet her face still carried a hint of sadness. "Justice has been dealt… However, that still won't bring Margaery, Loras, Mace… or even your beloved Oberyn back."

Ellaria gazed over to another table, where Jamie and Bronn sat together, nursing their drinks. "I would have never expected Jamie to be the one to end Cersei…"

Olenna let out a deep sigh. "I think he finally figured out what kind of person his sister really was… It's a shame, really. For such a Highborn Family to have fallen so far from grace and good."

As Ahsoka brought over her second flagon of ale, Anakin tried his hand at Dornish wine. "This ain't too bad. Maybe Senator Amidala would enjoy this… It is different from Nubian wine, for one."

Hearing her name called, Padmé walked over to a slightly drunken Anakin. "I've already had a couple of glasses of it, Master Skywalker. Though we may not agree, I find it to be a far cry from Nubian wine." Seeing all 3 drinking, she raised an eyebrow. "I was under the impression that Jedi were forbidden to drink."

"What the High Council doesn't known won't hurt them, Senator. Besides, this is a victory celebration. Why wouldn't we take part in the festivities ?" Anakin responded with a slight slur.

Padmé pointed to Plo Koon, just sitting and not doing anything. "I see that Master Koon upholds the Jedi discipline better than you 3 !"

Obi-Wan cleared his throat. "It is his choice, Senator. And we respect it. Just like he respects ours."

Padmé walked over to Plo, whom seem to be caught up in meditation. "Master Jedi, you really have no problem with Master Kenobi, Knight Skywalker and Padawan Tano taking part in the celebrations ?"

"Skywalker has never been one… to follow rules or traditions. Obi-Wan rarely allows himself this opportunity, so I see no reason to prevent him from a bit of relaxation. As for Little 'Soka… she is no longer a child. She was certainly forced to grow up faster than she normally would, because of her high involvement in the war. If she gets out of hand with drinking, no one will take the responsibility for it but herself. I trust that she has learned self-control by now…"

Padmé left Plo Koon to meet where Daenerys, Ser Jorah and Ser Davos sat. She had a hunch there was going to be some important announcement coming up.

Daenerys rose from her chair. "Attention, everyone ! Our new Warden of the North, Jon Snow, has important matters to discuss. Can I ask a moment from everyone, please ?"

Jon Snow stood up, eyeing everyone in the room. "I ask but a moment of your time. As some of you know, up North beyond the Wall lies a horde of White Walkers, ghoulish creatures that thrive in Winter's coldest nights. Before they reach the Wall and cross over, I urge anyone that is willing to take a chance to join our fight. If we can't stop them, no one in Westeros or even Essos will be safe. We are up against a powerful foe. As mighty as they are, we've discovered that they aren't invincible ! Shards of Dragonglass seem to kill them, as does Valyrian Steel. Maybe our friends from beyond the Stars can also be of assistance… Perhaps Daenerys' "children" could also help us to wipe them out.

We must try to rid of them before it's too late ! Make no mistake : Winter is Coming. Thank you."

The leader of the Wildlings, Tormund Giantsbane, stood up. "What Lord Snow says is true. I've witnessed these bastards slaughter my people. Those slain by them were added to their forces. More than ever, we must stand united. Are we going to let those cunts take away everything that we've worked so hard to gain ?! Are we just gonna let them pass over us like a wave washes over a shoreline ?"

There was a resounding "NO !" from everyone in the room. Be it people of Dorne, Winterfell, HighGarden, Meereen, Riverrun, Casterly Rock or even Coruscant, none would allow the White Walkers to claim dominion over this world.

Anakin rose up. "For our part, Jon, we'll be testing the Gunships on those creatures should we encounter them. We'll also take a risk to take the fight to them personally… using our lightsabers." On cue, Plo, Obi-Wan, Anakin and Ahsoka ignited their lightsabers, to the amazement and astonishment of all.

Daenerys seemed to agree on Jon's plan. "I don't want to risk losing Drogon, Rhaegal and Viserion to such monsters, but we have little choice. Perhaps dragon fire hurts them as well." She turned to Jon. "From where will we gather our forces, Lord Snow ?"

"We'll gather at Castle Black, by the Wall. I'll write a letter and have it sent off immediately to Ser Eddison Tollett, whom is now Lord Commander of the Night's Watch." Jon hastily reached for a quill and a piece of paper.

Moments later, the raven was sent off towards the North.

Ser Davos turned to his new liege. "Your Grace, I think it would be wise if we left the Unsullied and Second Sons here in King's Landing. No one can join us… except your dragons and our friends from far off. Do you agree ?"

Daenerys nodded. "Very well, Ser Davos. I will take your advice." She turned to her new Lord Commander of the Queensguard. "Ser Jorah ?"

Hearing his name, he immediately stood up. "What can I for you, Khaleesi ?"

"You will help keep the peace here while I travel North with Lord Snow, Ser Davos, my Hand and our allies of the Stars. I trust that you, Missandei and Grey Worm can rule the city in my stead ?"

Ser Jorah bowed before the Dragon Queen. "We will do our best during your absence, your Grace. Good luck !"

As Daenerys was about to walk out of the Throne Room, Missandei grasped her hand. Turning to her translator, she could see the concern in her eyes. "Khaleesi… Please stay safe ! Westeros needs your guidance… more than ever."

Daenerys smiled gently. "Fear not, I will return. Victorious as always. I have faith in my friends. Together, we will quash the upcoming threat."

As they exited the Throne Room, Grand Maester Qyburn ran towards them with a note. "A raven has flown in from the Iron Islands, it addresses Yara and Theon Greyjoy."

Yara extended her hand. "May I see ?"

Her brother stood over her shoulder, reading the note with her. "Euron III is dead ! He drowned during the initial travels towards Essos ! We're finally free to return home… and rule peacefully !"

Yara couldn't hide her contentment. "Seems they're ready to accept a Queen this time. No one remains to challenge my claim to the Salt Throne."

Daenerys shook hands with the two siblings. "Your Fleet has allowed me to claim the Iron Throne. For that, I am forever grateful. I am glad for you that circumstances has made your rise to the Salt Throne easier. Remember your promise, no more raping or pillaging."

Yara bowed respectfully. "Thank you, your Grace. It was an honor to be part of the group that would restore Westeros to its former glory. With Cersei removed, the War of the Five Kings has definitely ended ! Once the White Walkers are dealt with, we can enjoy true peace for ages to come."

The two Greyjoys left off towards the harbour. Daenerys walked over to her dragons, whom were resting in the sun, in the middle of a large clearing where a market once stood. "My beloved children, the time has come to prove your undying loyalty. We will face a terrible enemy. I can only hope that all 3 of you will come out of the battle alive and well."

Anakin walked over to one of the gunships. Captain Rex was busy making sure everything was in order. "Well Rex, do you think the gunships will endure the cold of the North ?"

Rex looked over his data. "Yes, Sir. These are the same gunships we used on Orto Plutonia when we escorted then Chairman Cho and Senator Chuchi of Pantora. I doubt it would be colder around the Wall than on Orto Plutonia."

Anakin walked in, looking over some crates. "Our winter gear is in those crates ?"

"Yes Sir, we even have Commander Tano's exquisite fur coat as well." Fives pulled out Ahsoka's coat, looking quite comfortable to help endure the cold air of the North.

Anakin leaned against the back of the holding compartment. "Well then, I guess we're pretty much ready to go." He looked to see Padmé coming towards. "You're coming too ?"

She nodded. "As Representative of the Republic, I have to ensure that it is safe for everyone. The least I could do would be to man the turrets."

Rex hesitated slightly. "Errr… Senator. I don't think the turrets will have much effect, but our Proton Torpedoes ought to fry those creatures good. Why don't you try launching those ?"

"It would be my pleasure, Captain." She looked over to the controls, getting familiar with them.

Tyrion urged everyone to head out. "I believe we've made all the necessary preparations. Shall we be off ?"

"In a moment, my Hand." Daenerys embraced each of her dragons before getting into the main gunship. "Follow us." She whispered to them.

In the main holding compartment, Anakin, Padmé, Ahsoka, Daenerys, Tyrion, Ser Davos, Tormund Giantsbane and Jon Snow held on to the safety grips. The blast doors shut themselves, protecting everyone from the upcoming cold. In another gunship, Obi-Wan lead the 212th while Plo Koon commanded the Wolfpack on the last one.

In the 501st gunship pilot seats, Rex and Fives set all switches on. "Attention everyone, Rex speaking here. We're about to take to the air and we might have a bit of turbulence along the way. Please remember to hold on to the safety grips to steady yourselves. Ready ? Ok, Fives. Punch it !"

The gunships took to the air with the dragons closely following them. As they disappeared on the horizon, Bronn and Podrick looked at their continually diminishing figures.

The older man sighed. "Well, there goes your latest girl, Pod. You think you'll have another one as good as her ?"

Podrick's cheeks reddened in embarrassment. "I doubt it, my Lord. Even with those 4 girls back at Lord Baelish's Brothel, she outperformed all of them combined."

Bronn scoffed at him. "None of that "My Lord" shit, huh ? I'm just an anointed Knight, don't waste such embellishments on me. I can relate, Pod. While on my last night at Coruscant, I met his gorgeous Togruta named Gloria at the bar those Clones dragged me to. Small, perky tits, she had. A tight fit, but oh well. I thought Ros was good, but Gloria made her look like an amateur. I don't think I'll ever get a good fuck like that again. Dammit, I should've brought her along for the ride !"

Podrick chuckled at Bronn's disappointment. "They are a beautiful species, that much I can tell."

Bronn agreed. "Aye. Beautiful and damn good in bed. What more would ya want, huh ?"

They both returned to the Throne Room, to assist Ser Jorah with his new responsibilities.

Elsewhere, Jamie visited the graves of his family. "Seems our desire to rule Westeros didn't go as planned, huh Father ? Cersei was the closest, but the way she was doing it was wrong. Joffrey was a poor ruler as well, letting his cruel desires come before the Throne. As for Tommen, he was good, but too soft-hearted. The High Sparrow pulled his strings like a puppet. As for Myrcella, she was a victim of circumstances. Forgive us, Father. We failed to do everything to your design."

Jamie was caught up by surprise when a voice brought him out of his thoughts. "Don't tell me you're regretting what you did ?"

Jamie turned around to see the Hound. "Ser Sandor, no… I… I don't regret what I did. Sister was becoming mad with power. She had already tossed me aside. After all her 3 children died, she had little use for me apparently."

"Did you really want that hateful woman to rule ? Everyday she was digging herself deeper and deeper. She would have eventually allowed King's Landing to burn completely to destroy the opposition. I still can't believe what they did to Gregor. Sure, I hated him for crippling me when I was younger, but he was still my brother !"

Jamie nodded, understanding his sentiment. "Sometimes, we're forced to make sacrifices for the greater good. I never intended to kill the Mad King, but he crossed the line when he asked of me to kill my father. I didn't want to kill Cersei, but she had become what we were all fighting against. The Targaryen girl seems to be level-headed enough. I don't think she'll be sicking her dragons on the poor and weak anytime soon."

Sandor knelt before the Lannister graves, sharing the grieving. "Your brother is smarter than he looks. He'll advise her well."

Jamie smiled lighty, proud of how far Tyrion had gone. "He is always one eager to learn more and more. He loves reading more than the rest of us. There is little more that I can do here. Best leave off to Casterly Rock and begin anew."

Sandor placed a hand on his shoulder. "You'll be remembered as the one that took out two real tyrants. There's no shame in that. You made the right call."

The two shook hands and went off their respective ways.

Castle Black

Eddison Tollett, or Dolorous Edd, as he was known, kept reading the note he received from King's Landing over and over. "The new Queen is coming to deal with the White Walkers. Watch for birds of steel and dragons in the sky." He shook his head in disbelief. "Birds of Steel ? What the fuck is Jon Snow talking about ?"

A ranger of the Night's Watch burst into his room. "Lord Commander ! We have visitors arriving !"

"Open the gate, then !"

The ranger shook his head. "It won't be necessary, Lord Commander. They're coming in… from the skies !"

Edd quickly rushed outside. He could hear odd rumbling in the air. His jaw dropped when he noticed the gunships landing in the middle of the training grounds. Once the blast doors opened, he saw the familiar faces of Jon, Turmond, Ser Davos and Tyrion.

Everyone walked out, decked in winter gear. Ahsoka in her fur coat quickly gained every ranger's attention, as did Padmé and Daenerys. Seconds later, Drogon, Rhaegal and Viserion perched themselves around the edges of Castle Black.

Edd couldn't believe his eyes. "Birds of Steel and Dragons, huh ? I'll be damned !"

Suddenly, a familiar voice called out. "Jon ! Jon !"

Jon quickly rushed out to greet his friend. "Samwell Tarly ! It's been a while ! I see that Gilly and Little Sam are still by your side."

Sam couldn't help himself to correct Jon. "That's Maester Tarly now, Jon ! I've passed my teachings at Oldtown. So I've returned to Castle Black."

Jon did a double-take. "You did it, huh Sam ? Congratulations are in order, I guess !"

Jon quickly made the introductions. "These people have come from very far to lend us a hand with the White Walkers. Meet Anakin Skywalker, Ahsoka Tano, Padmé Amidala, Obi-Wan Kenobi and Plo Koon." He then turned his focus on Daenerys. "She is the new Queen of Westeros. Daenerys Targaryen, Mother of Dragons, Breaker of Chains. I'm sure her Dragons will help greatly against the White Walkers."

Suddenly, the Horn of Castle Black blew once. Edd quickly reacted. "One blast ! Rangers returning ! Open the Gate ! Open the Gate !"

A couple of Rangers ran through the tunnel, panting heavily. "They're here ! They're right by the Wall."

The Horn was sounded three times. "Well fuck ! The White Walkers really are coming !" Edd turned to the newcomers. "There's no way we can fight them one on one, we'll be quickly overwhelmed !"

Daenerys took charge. "We'll let the Jedi hold the line at the tunnel's entrance. I, will take my Dragons and roast them from the skies. Tyrion, you will ride Rhaegal like you did before. Jon, Viserion is yours to command."

Padmé quickly turned to Rex and Fives. "Let's test out those Proton Torpedoes, shall we ?"

"Yes, Senator. Let's get onboard !" The gunships quickly took flight and crossed over the Wall. They could see the immense gathering of White Walkers. Thousands of them.

On the other end, the Night King stared with cold eyes. He raised his arms, prompting his soldiers to attack. Those that attempted to scale the Wall were cut to pieces when Edd ordered the giant scythe to be released.

In the skies, Daenerys surveyed the battle. It was time to see how effective Dragon Fire was. "Dracarys !" As expected, the White Walkers were quickly melted by the intense heat. The Night King, however, was unaffected. He used his strength to open up the tunnel.

The gunships quickly launched a barrage of Proton Torpedoes. It had a similar effect like Dragon Fire. Rex and Padmé felt relief. "Heh, guess they don't like that at all !"

In record time, most of the White Walkers were wiped out. Only the Night King and a group of soldiers remained. Inside the tunnel, the Jedi had their lightsabers ready. Plo Koon reached into the Force. "This one is stronger than the others. I sense much Darkness within."

Ahsoka held her sabers in a defensive position. "So we have to fight that guy ? What if our lightsabers have no effect on it ?"

Anakin prepared himself to battle the Night King. "We'll find out soon enough, Snips ! Ok, here we go ! Come on, let's give that slime our best !"

The Night King had a spear, to which it was able to block even lightsaber strikes. Plo Koon managed to stab him. There was a gaping hole, but it didn't kill the Night King. "It would seem even our lightsabers are ineffective against this foe. We should pull back… Let us draw him towards the Maester. Surely, he has something that can defeat it."

Once only the Night King remained, everyone pulled out of the tunnel and into the courtyard of Castle Black. The Jedi made every effort to avoid being skewered by his spear. He managed to catch Ahsoka off guard, knocking her against a wall. As she struggled to regain her composure, the Night King simply tossed Anakin, Obi-Wan and Plo out of his way.

Ahsoka blocked a few of his strikes with her lightsabers, but they were soon knocked out of her hands. He grabbed her by the throat and held his spear by her stomach. She would be killed, if something hadn't occurred. Sam had sneaked from behind and planted a shard of Dragonglass where the Night King's heart would be. He howled in fury and pain as he slowly disintegrated into dust and shards of glass.

Sam, reeling from the adrenaline that suddenly rushed into him, struggled to regain his breath. "Huff… Huff… Ha… Ha ha ! Ha ha ha ! I… I… I did it ! I killed the leader of the White Walkers !"

Ahsoka felt her throat and looked at the remains of the Night King on the snow. "Thanks for the rescue, Maester Tarly ! A bit more… and I would've certainly become one with the Force."

The dragons and gunships landed. Jon was unable to hold his excitement. "Sam ! You… you ended the threat of the White Walkers ! You've saved Westeros and Essos !"

Tyrion leapt off from Rhaegal. "Well done, Maester Tarly. There will be songs to commemorate your victory for ages to come !"

Daenerys climbed down from Drogon, equally glad. "Finally, peace will return fully. I will do my part to end oppression and slavery all over the World. You have my utmost gratitude, Maester Tarly."

During that night, there was a grand feast to celebrate the immense victory.

Yay ! The White Walkers are finally dealt with ! Westeros and Essos are at peace. The final chapter will cover the Republic's Missionaries return to Coruscant and we'll also see Ahsoka's punishment for her previous actions. After that, I'm FINALLY beginning my take on the Original Trilogy. I'm hoping I'll be able to do it justice. Expect for it to begin in early June. Feel free to leave a review.