Again, apologies for the shitty battle writing. More apologies underneath so enjoy that too!

Chapters 27, 28 and 29 have been posted.


Jon felt his body freeze and a scaringly wrong feeling. He cut down two White Walkers and turned around to see Sansa holding someone against her chest.

He ran up to them, cutting down White Walkers as he made his way towards them - his heart stopped when he saw that the injured person was his wife.

"Ygritte!" He knelt beside them, Sansa immediately giving them space as she got back up. "Get a sledge! Get someone, anyone! Find help!"

She nodded and looked around for someone who could help them. Sadly, everyone was busy fighting for their lives.

She had to think fast.

Going back to kneel beside them, she ripped her shirt apart from underneath her armour and pressed the linen against Ygritte's wound.

"Some nurse, are you now?" The Wildling asked her, her breathing becoming shallower.

Sansa gave her a little smile. "I've picked up a few things from Talisa."

"Should have had her here instead," Ygritte mumbled, holding Jon's hand tightly. "I'm going to die, aren't I?"

They all glanced towards the long spear which was embedded into her stomach, protruding from her back.

"If you take it out, I'll bleed out and die," Ygritte said, her eyes watering.

Jon's eyes whitened and he warged into Ghost. The direwolf reopened its eyes and made its way back to his master, Grey Wind following behind.

Returning to his body, Jon got up and aided Bran in putting him on top of Grey Wind.

"I need Ghost," he said, strapping Bran onto Grey Wind.

He then returned to Ygritte and lifted her up in his arms, placing her upon Ghost's back.

"Go with her, take her to Castle Black," he told Sansa.

Sansa nervously looked at him. "I-I need to be here-"

They looked up when they saw Grey Wind bring down a few White Walkers - even Robb had begun to take down the ones surrounding the injured party.

Jon returned his gaze to his sister. "Sansa, please. She's my wife..."

A tear slipped down her cheek and she finally nodded, getting onto Ghost behind Ygritte.

"Don't die, none of you-"

"I can't feel Arya's presence!" Bran called out. He looked around before pointing in the direction of Nymeria bearing her teeth against ten White Walkers.

The direwolf was protecting a figure on the ground. Nymeria succeeded in getting them to back down by taking them all down.

"Arya!" Sansa screamed. She kicked at Ghost's side before Jon could even order the direwolf to start running towards the figure in the snow.

When they got there, Sansa hopped off and took Brynden's face off her sister's, seeing the pale face underneath with her eyes closed firmly. Her lips were blue.

"Arya!" Sansa cried out. She stood up and pulled Arya into her arms with a slight struggle - thanking the gods that she had worked on her strength over the past few moonturns.

Heading over to Ghost, she saw Ygritte's eyes closed and she began to cry but she kept going, strapping her sister onto Ghost's back behind Ygritte.

There was only enough space for two and she had to stay and fight. She was about to send Ghost off on his way when Arya reawoke with a loud gasp.

"What...?" She breathed out, turning to face her older sister. "What happened?"

Sansa glanced towards her wound and the younger woman quickly placed her hand on it.

"Sansa... There's nothing there."

"What?" Sansa breathed out, pulling her sister's shirt up a little. She saw a few scars of old and a new but fully healed scar through her stomach button. "Arya..."

They both turned to Bran who simply nodded and his eyes whitened once again.

"Get off - I need to get Ygritte to Castle Black. I will return immediately," Sansa said, helping her sister off. She gave Arya the face and the younger woman put it on.

She got onto Nymeria's back and returned to her mission, confused as to why her wound had suddenly healed up. She knew it had something to do with Bran but something told her that she would never know the answer.

Again, the White Walkers were baffled at Brynden's presence and began to follow the grey direwolf towards their deaths.

Sansa returned back onto Ghost's back and kicked his side to get him to start heading towards the Wall.

She passed the Lannister brothers and Bronn who turned to her in shock at seeing unconscious Queen.

They began to strike their enemies down to pave a way for the women to get through.

"I should be with her!" Jon yelled towards Robb as he struck down a White Walker.

"Then, go!" Robb said.

"I can't without Bran's permission!" Jon replied. "At least Arya is fine."

They were confused as to why the young assassin recovered from her wound so quickly and seemingly got back to her mission with no issues. Bran must have had something to do with it with how he nodded her way.

"The second defence is retreating to ours!" Robb said. "We can march on!"

Davos, Tormund and Gendry joined them as they cut their way through the remaining twenty or so White Walkers in front of the final dozen by the Night King.

Returning to his body, Bran look towards Arya and his eyes whitened when he took over Nymeria's body.

He began to speak to Arya through the direwolf's mind.

"Wear the last face and return to us. Wear the face of the first White Walker who is known as... the Night King."

Arya gasped and snatched Brynden Rivers' face off. She then petted Nymeria gently on her neck and after she had led the hundreds of White Walkers towards their deaths, she directed Nymeria back to the last defence.

She turned around and smiled when Drogon and Rhaegal's fire took down hundreds of them.

Her relief was short lived when Viserion blew blue fire towards the living's defences.

The blue fire was quickly met with hot red and it luckily landed on a cliff as opposed to the living.

She returned her attention back to the Night King and her brothers with Grey Wind, Davos, Tormund and Gendry bringing down White Walkers.

She wore the last face and she could feel the pain which came with the face. It felt strange to her and she never once felt pain such as this when wearing a face.

The Night King suffered.

She wondered who he was before he turned into a White Walker and eventually, the Night King.

Was he a kind person? Did he live a simple life as a First Man? Did he have a wife, children?

Above, Daenerys set her eyes on Viserion. She tried to connect with her former child but every time, the dragon would shut her out of his mind.

She looked down where the Stark Kings fought with a group of men against the few White Walkers left before the final defence.

The Night King began to sharpen his spear and his eyes turned to her slowly and ominously.

She shivered and returned her gaze to Viserion, hoping the Night King wouldn't spear another one of her children - she had lost the one named after Viserys already.

She directed Drogon to avoid incoming spears from the dozen White Walkers below and connected her mind with Rhaegal to attack Viserion and avoid all attacks towards him.

Looking down, Daenerys saw some White Walkers turning back from the living's attacking wall and follow Arya on Nymeria.

"Dracarys." She leant closer into Drogon, the dragon breathing fire on the White Walkers following Arya.

Below, those burning White Walkers were being brought down with arrows from crossbows.

She slowed them down in time to see Arya and Nymeria almost make it to the Stark Kings.

Before she could smile at the slight victory, she saw the Night King withdraw his arm back and aim his spear towards Rhaegal.

"Rhaegal!" She screamed, her mind overtaking her dragon's to quickly avoid the incoming spear.

Rhaegal dodged the spear and flew downwards over the Night King's defences, breathing fire in retaliation.

The spear was now coming in Daenerys' direction and she quickly avoided it, watching it slice into Viserion's body.

She hadn't even noticed her former child coming her way.

Before her eyes, Viserion turned to his mother in slight shock and shattered into pieces. The pieces fell to the ground in large chunks and Daenerys guided Drogon downwards to set the pieces on fire in the air.

It was a blessing she did because she glanced down and saw Tyrion nod at her in thanks before attacking a wight at its legs with a torch.

She felt her cheeks become wet and she realised she was crying. Her eyes returned to the area in the sky where her former child was destroyed into pieces in front of her.

At least lives were saved.

At Castle Black, Rickon and Edd met Sansa in front of the gates and she led them towards Ygritte on Ghost's back.

"Where's your maester?!" She asked.

"He went to fight!" Edd replied as Rickon lifted Ygritte into his arms.

They took her into the main hall and gently, Rickon placed the Queen onto a table.

"I-I took the spear out," Sansa confessed. "It was too heavy for Ghost to carry within her. I've tried to stop the bleeding."

She gestured to the ripped pieces of clothing haphazardly wrapped around the gaping wound.

"She's lost too much blood," Edd said sadly.

"She can't die!" Sansa cried out. "She's a mother, a wife-"

"And a strong woman."

They turned around to see Talisa preparing items to use for Ygritte.

"When did you...?" Sansa asked, watching the woman rush over to their sister-by-law.

"I left the children with Maester Lorin - they're safe. I couldn't sit and wait as you all went to fight. I'm a nurse, I can be helpful. When I'm done here, I'll follow you onto the battlefield - hold her down."

Rickon and Sansa held Ygritte down as Talisa handed needed items in Edd's hands.

She placed some alcohol into Ygritte's wound, making the Wildling scream in discomfort.

"Bitch!" She hissed in pain. "That woke me up!"

Talisa gave her a smile, pouring down some Milk of Poppy down the redhead's throat. "You can call me anything you wish, sister. I'm saving your life."

She took the needle and thread from Edd's hands and quickly threaded the needle. She cleaned the wound and began to stitch it up neatly.

"It went through her," Sansa told the nurse. "It wasn't deep but the blood may come out from there."

"Shit," Talisa cursed under her breath.

When she finished stitching the wound, they gently pulled Ygritte into a sitting position and Talisa worked on closing up the wound on the Wildling's back.

"I've had worse," Ygritte said drowsily. "Jon's had worse, Arya's had worse..." Her eyes began to close and she slumped against Sansa's body.

"She's asleep."

"Good," Talisa breathed out. "You need to keep checking on her, can you do that Rickon?"

Rickon nodded and sat on the bench beside the table. "I'll check on her."

"If anything happens, I'll tell Edd what to do and you must ask him," Talisa continued. "Do not give her Milk of Poppy until a few hours' time. Too much may kill her."

Edd nodded and continued his quick training on healing and dressing wounds.

"She will be fine, the worse has gone. She just needs rest," Talisa assured everyone.

"Thank the gods you were here," Sansa told her with a smile. "I see why my brother fell for you."

Talisa blushed. "On the battlefield, sawing a man's leg off."

"How romantic," Sansa chuckled lightly. Their moment was short-lived with the reminder that there was a war going on. "Let's go, Ghost is waiting."

"You need more armour and a new tunic," Edd told her. "Lady Mormont is giving them out."

Rickon blushed at the mention of the strong, little Lady and Talisa and Sansa shared knowing looks.

"Thank you, Edd," Sansa said, giving her little brother a smile.

After getting dressed in new armour and clothes which were not stained with blood, Sansa and Talisa made their way back outside to where Ghost was waiting impatiently.

He whined, sniffing Sansa and she stroked his fur to comfort him - she looked into his eyes.

"She will live, Jon. Go back," she whispered into the direwolf's ear. "And tell Robb that Talisa is here."

Ghost's eyes dimmed and the direwolf shook his head before licking at her wound.

"I'll live, Ghost. Let's go back to your master." She smiled and scratched behind his ear.

"Let me dress it before we leave," Talisa told her, already retrieving bandages from her bag.

She poured some alcohol on the wound and Sansa winced, declining the taking of Milk of Poppy. When she was done, Talisa tightly wrapped the material over Sansa's wound and dusted her hands off.

"We can go now," she said, the two women getting onto Ghost's back.

Sansa placed a hand on Ghost's neck and leant into his ear. "Take us to Jon and Robb."

Before she could even take a moment to breathe, Ghost began to run at full speed.

Jon returned to his body and shared a glance with his brother. "She's fine. Talisa's coming."

Before Robb could reply, Arya joined them and got off Nymeria's back.

"Whose face is that?" Robb asked her.

"Who the Night King once was." She turned to Bran. "What do we do now?"

Bran turned to face the three siblings. "Arya, you go to the Night King - leave the White Walkers for Jon and Robb. Once, they are dealt with," he paused, swallowing deeply. "The two of you kill me."

A raven flew over their heads, cawing loudly at the disastrous battle underneath his wings. He began to circle over Bran.

"There is something I must confess," he said.

"What is it?" Arya asked him, the voice she spoke through foreign to her.

"I am a part of the Night King just as he is a part of me. Moments in time, I have disrupted - changed people." Bran turned to face the Night King. "When he touched me, the Night King was frozen inside a continuous timeline. There is a chance the plan may not work."

The all turned to him, incredulous. "What?!"

"There is a chance the plan may not work," Bran repeated. "Without the previous Three-Eyed Raven's help, I don't know what will happen. Killing me will stop the continuous timeline but... I do not know if it will kill the Night King and his army."

"Bran... I swear-"

He quickly held a hand up, cutting Arya off. "When you kill me, I can help you by being the Three-Eyed Raven. I will be able to see more and go into clearer visions to see what you must do to win. Otherwise, both of you must help Arya convince the Night King."

"Are you saying that we should appeal to the Night King's better nature?" Jon asked in disbelief. "What...?"

"Arya will convince him and you will attack him from behind. Be quick," Bran said.

Gendry, Davos and Tormund - who had a pretty nasty wound on his side - joined the siblings with Jorah appearing behind him and Daenerys flying Drogon above them.

"Kill the White Walkers. Do it now," Bran ordered.

As Robb, Jon and the four other men began attacking a White Walker each, Daenerys took on the last six, hoping to weaken them.

She saw Rhaegal land below and Tyrion get on with a crossbow. Soon after, the dragon returned to her side and Tyrion gave the Dragon Queen a nod.

"I figured they'd need more weapons to make sure they remain dead," he told her, aiming his crossbow at a White Walker being burnt alive. "Gods, I need wine. Possibly four, no five, goblets full!" He muttered under his breath.

As soon as the White Walker shattered into pieces, Tyrion moved onto the next as Jon took the other.

Four left to go without an opponent.

Spotting her chance, Arya slipped through the fighting, thanking Daenerys for weakening the opponent-less White Walkers with her fire to distract them.

She ran and ran, her heart beating loudly in her ears as she nearly made it to the Night King.

He noticed her.

He began to lead his horse away and he turned around, withdrawing his arm and aiming his new weapon towards her way.

"Fuck!" She mumbled, dodging the attack as he retrieved another weapon.

It was when he was withdrawing it that he suddenly stopped and his horse stopped as well.

Getting off his horse, Arya began to stumble as she stopped running, backing away.

"You recognise me, don't you?!" She called out to him.

There was quite a distance from them and he was walking to her as she backed away.

"I'm you! I was you!" She continued. "You before the pain - before the Long Night!"

The Night King remained silent, making his way over to her.

Behind her, they finished defeating the last line of defence and Daenerys ordered her dragons to go back to the remaining wights and White Walkers in the other direction.

They had got to the Night King.

Bran turned to Robb and Jon and gave them a nod.

"You must do it at the same time. He will feel the force and connection break then," Bran told them.

He unstrapped himself from Grey Wind's back and the brothers helped him settle on the ground.

The direwolf bowed his head, knowing what was coming. He made his way over to his sister, nuzzling their heads in sadness.

Ghost, Sansa and Talisa arrived, the women getting off the direwolf's back and reuniting with their family.

"Where's Arya?" Sansa asked.

"Speaking to the Night King," Jon replied, nudging his head in the direction of Arya backing away from the Undead King. "We shouldn't interfere yet."

She nodded and allowed herself to smile a little when Talisa and Robb kissed.

"At least we're here together," Sansa said. She felt a little guilty for forcing Rickon to remain at Castle Black but it was for the best.

The Night King was gaining closer to Arya and she began to run backwards.

"I know what you went through - what they did to you! They wanted to defend themselves but you suffered!" She told him. "You didn't deserve to suffer."

He halted and turned to her in shock. He was about to open his mouth but he quickly shook his head and continued to walk to her.

"I've suffered - my family has suffered," she breathed out. "I understand what you feel, I may not have died like my brother did but... becoming a White Walker or being resurrected changes you. Who you were and it takes your memories or something else! Please, end this!"

Back with Bran, the raven cawed and landed on the ground a few metres from them. It turned to witness what was to come.

"Wield Snow and Ice, we can't wait any longer." He looked up, the sun was setting.

Jon and Robb raised their swords and closed their eyes. They each stood either side of Bran and Sansa and Talisa turned away.

Holding their breaths, the brothers dug their swords into Bran's heart and the Three-Eyed Raven's eyes whitened, sending white light bursting from the vessel.

Everyone was thrown back onto the snow and the raven flew upwards.

Realising what had happened, the Night King glanced towards his heart in perplexion. He looked at Arya and blinked.

She tried to get up but she felt tired and weak so she just stared at the Night King staring at her.

Robb and Jon got up, wondering what had just happened. They glanced towards Bran's body and turned to look at the Night King who remained his eyes trained on Arya in his former likeness.

They picked up their swords and began to make their way over but stopped when Arya got up and started to walk towards him, the raven landing on her shoulder.

She began to circle the Night King and he turned around with her, their eyes not leaving each other.

She finally stopped when he had his back to her brothers.

"You have great power to destroy and turn everything into ice - why?" Arya asked him. "Why are you mad that you'd do such a thing? Destroy the beautiful world we lived in?"

The Night King faltered but he remained silent, his eyes trained on her as she took a few steps forward. He took one back.

"What they did to me to create you, that wasn't right. But revenge is not everything. We killed Children of the Forest," she said, hoping her History lore from Bran was correctly given. "Yet, they did not commit murder or reanimate people. Yes, they turned us into White Walkers but that was to protect themselves for peace, not revenge! They meant no harm!"

Arya's eyes widened when he suddenly began to walk towards her but this time, she stayed put and when he stood in front of her, she held her breath.

The Night King observed every piece of her face - his former face - and narrowed his eyes.

He's not falling for it, she thought.

He was about to raise his arms, presumably to raise the dead but his actions were short-lived when two blades slid into his heart from behind.

For the second time, he looked down at his heart in surprise then back at Arya before he turned into a million pieces.

Blue light emitted from the Night King sending everyone back off their feet again, knocking them unconscious in the night.

The wind howled.


As I said, I am shit at writing battle scenes and I wanted to stay on the plot with previous chapters. Also, this is now the beginning of the Winter Throne which was the main idea for this story and now that the Great War has ended, it's a new dawn.

Notes for this chapter:

(1) Ygritte is taken to Castle Black where she is saved by Talisa who left the children with Maester Lorin.

(2) Arya's wound is healed miraculously by Bran somehow but she will never know how.

(3) Daenerys, Drogon and Rhaegal save the living.

(4) Just as Rhaegal and Drogon avoid the Night King's attack, it kills Viserion for good creating further grief for Daenerys.

(5) Rickon may have feelings for Lyanna Mormont.

(6) Bran doubts his plan which annoys everyone else.

(7) Bran's vessel is killed by Jon and Robb as Arya appeals to the Night King's better nature.

(8) The Stark Kings kill the Night King and everyone is knocked unconscious due to the force created.