Sister's Keeper

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Chapter 85: Frozen Hearts

Jon's POV

They all stared at the Night King in pure horror. Dragon fire is supposed to be the second hottest fire in the world, compared to that of a volcano. It has burned cities to the ground, melting stone and metal. It has disintegrated trees and plants.

But most importantly, it has burned human's and turn them to ash. The Dragon Sisters have seen the power of the dragon's flame in Qarth and the Bay of Dragons. It has saved them so many times against their enemy and put their foes to bend the knee. However, the Night King stood before them, not at all impressed, with a mocking smile.

Jon couldn't see the sisters' faces. However, if the shock he held is probably the same as their bewilderment. They had hoped dragon fire could be the answer. The Night King was made from the magic of the Children. A creature of ice. While the Dragons were creatures of fire. Natural wild beings with the magic of their own. A war between Fire and Ice. The wights have burned with ease. So…why isn't it working now.

The Night King knelt to grab his spear and threw it at Drogon. Remembering the damage the last ice spear did to Viserion, Daenerys had Drogon retreat. The ice spear missing them by a foot. The Night King turned to Alysanne, raising his hand out to the golden dragon. Alysanne was about to cast a dragon spell when a roar caught their attention, and the ice dragon appeared tackling them. Viserion managed to escape its grasp; however, they were now being chased.

Jon cursed, staring at the Night King seeing the Horn of Joramun secured at the enemy's belt. There are two things Jon needed to do. He needed to end the Night King and get the horn. Therefore, he unsheathed Longclaw from its scabbard and chased after the Night King. Jon's legs were sore, his head ached, and blood cold from the winter. The smoke and blizzard made it difficult to see, yet Jon continued running towards the Night King.

The Night King had a steady pace, not rushing his time as he made his way towards Winterfell. The majority of his enemy has been eliminated from the living, barely a fifth still attacking the castle. However, the Night King still continued onward, not caring how much he has lost. He had one objective, and that was to end kill the Three-Eyed Raven.

Jon would not allow it. Bran, despite his change in character, was Jon's brother. Three-Eyed Raven or not, Bran did not deserve to die. Jon felt like he failed Bran once, five years ago. He will not fail Bran again. That motivated Jon to run faster.

He was about a hundred feet away, when the Night King stopped, turning around to face the White Wolf. Jon hesitated, wondering if the Night King will fight him here on the battlefield. A battle between them. Jon killed two of the Night King's children. He destroyed two White Walkers. Let this be revenge away from Winterfell. Although the Night King did not draw his falx, that was strapped to his back.

No, instead, he slowly spread his arms out. Jon's eyes widen, realizing what the Night King was about to do. It was the same spell he used at Hardhome. The trauma the living soldiers will deal with when they are fighting their own.

Quickly Jon ran for dear life, trying to reach the enemy before the dead has risen. Except he was too late, just thirty feet away from his target, the resurrected human soldiers surrounded the Night King. Wildlings, Northmen, Southerners, Dothraki, and Unsullied, who had fallen in the battle, stood up with blue eyes. The sound of silence engulfed the field, everyone petrified in seeing their fellow comrades rise from the dead.

The Night King stared at Jon, though emotionless, the eyes said it all. Malice and pride in winning this war. The immortal creature bowed his head as a sign of respect for the rivalry the two had. Afterward, he turned around, heading towards Winterfell, allowing his new additions to deal with Jon and the others. As the Night King was joined by his children walking in with ease.

Jon growled as he ran in for the attack reminding himself these men were dead. The wights gathered around, making the area dense for him. They were all getting too close, buzzing around like a swarm of bees. Not expecting it, fire drew down from the sky, burning the wights that were behind him. Jon looked up, seeing it was Drogon. Jon sighed in relief, glad to see the two were working together despite their differences.

Drogon landed in front of him.

"Bran!" Jon bellowed.

"Go!" Daenerys shouted.

Jon nodded as he ran after the Night King.

.o0o.

Daenerys's POV

Daenerys watched as Jon headed inside the battlement. She wanted, praying that he can stop the Night King and end this war. Dragon fire did not work, so it has to be Valyrian steel or obsidian that can kill the Night King.

A sharp screech caught her attention as she looked up to the sky seeing Viserion and the Ice Dragon still fighting. Viserion being smaller, was able to maneuver around quickly to dodge each frozen flame. However, he was not stronger and after flying all Night, not as fast. Drogon growled, needing to help his brother. Daenerys nodded in agreement as they were about to take off to join the fight.

However, Drogon shrieked in pain.

Daenerys had made a mistake by letting Drogon land. She has made them exposed, as the resurrected wights had climbed up on the dragon's tail and began stabbing along his spine. Daenerys gasped, from the massive number of wights crawling and climbing onto Drogon. The dragon thrashed, shaking the pest off him. The force of his thrashing was powerful that it made it difficult for Daenerys to hold on.

She desperately held onto his spikes as the dragon tried to take off thinking once they were in the air, the wights will let go. In the end, it did not work. The wights continued to crawl and stab their way to get closer to her. With a mighty shake, Daenerys lost her bearings and fell off Drogon. Distracted by the pain, Drogon did not realize Daenerys was not on him as he took off into the sky.

Daenerys grunted, falling on her side. Several wights were falling down around, lying motionless. For a second, she thought the impact from the fall embolized them or killed them. She was mistaken as the wights shot up, sitting straight, looking at her. One who was the close jumped onto his feet, charging with a hatchet. Daenerys crawled back, trying to escape the creature.

Never in her life has she felt afraid. Not like her childhood in fear of assassins. Not when the Dothraki took her. Not when she was captured by the warlocks. All her encounters with fear seemed childish, as she looked death straight in the eyes that were icy blue. The wight, once a wildling, raised his hatchet ready to kill her.

Daenerys closed her eyes, expecting her painful death.

A swish can cut, only she did not feel pain. She looked up, seeing the wight's head behind decapitated. Along with a Valyrian sword. A hand grabbed her arm, forcing her up. Knowing there was a handful of Valyrian swords, she glanced at her savior, Ser Barristan.

Ser Barristan the Bold, made it to her just in time. He saw Drogon had landed and rushed his way to aid Daenerys. Especially when he saw her falling off Drogon with no weapon. His armor was covered in blood, his shield gone, and his helmet cracked. Before Daenerys could thank him, shrieks and snarls interrupted her. Ser Barristan only nodded, keeping a secure arm Daenerys. At the same time, his other hand held Dark Sister guiding her out of the battlefield.

.o0o.

Inside Winterfell

Although there were more living soldiers outside of Winterfell fighting to the dead. The numbers were opposite inside the battlement. There were more wights than there were living soldiers. Everywhere Jon saw familiar faces still alive, and yet all the volunteers were being decimated. He also noticed a shadow figure, slashing and stabbing the wights, the numbers were massive.

Sam was tackled down. He stabbed his way as each wight covered him, yet the numbers were too much. Over and over, he stabbed away, the weight from the dead crushing him so. He saw Jon pass by, yet Jon couldn't see him. He tried to call out for help, yet his voice was drowned out by the wights' snarl. Over and over, he tried to climb himself out, thrashing his arms holding to obsidian daggers. The dead's weight burying him alive. Sam managed to get one hand free, when all of a sudden, somebody grabbed it, forcing him up.

Sam was about to thank the man, and his eyes widen to see it was Dickon. Their childhood had been a competition, thanks to their father. One could say Samwell was the brains, and Dickon was the bronze, while their sister Talla is the heart. Although, Dickon tried to please their father, doing and saying things he did not mean, the youngest brother did care for his older brother. Before any words could be exchanged, Dickon shoved Sam away, stabbing another wight. Words can wait as the two brothers fought.

Still, on top of the battlement, Lord Randyll took down three wights. He turned around, looking for Dickon until spotting his favorable son fighting alongside his dishonored son. For a moment, Lord Randyll saw Sam fight like a man. Even though his physical form seemed impossible, Sam continued to fight tooth and nail, killing wights everywhere he went. Lord Randyll thought the Night's Watch would make Samwell a man. When Sam returned, it didn't appear as much. Now in the heat of battle, Lord Randyll realized his mistake. The Shadowbinder Quaithe was right. He tore the bonds by pride in the idealism of masculinity.

Now, he could be too late to fix it.

More wights rushed towards his sons. Scowling, Lord Randyll hurried to aid his sons. At first, the sons managed to keep the wights away. Over and over, they slashed and stabbed their weapons into the wights, killing them instantly. Shrieks and cries echoing around as the fallen soldiers perish for a second time. Only the numbers continue to grow. What started at five at a time, turn to ten, and soon fifteen. They were outnumbered. Samwell gave Dickon a glance who did the same. This was it. They were going to die. At least they die fighting alongside one another.

Until a third sword came in joining their group. Lord Randyll made it just in time standing between his sons. Both were shocked by this.

"Don't just stand there, fight." Lord Randyll said. "We Tarly never stand down."

Sam and Dickon were dumbfounded. Shaking their heads, they adjusted their grips and fight alongside one another.

Meanwhile…

Jon's POV

Jon continued to run through the corridors and halls of Winterfell. The Godswoods was on the other side of the Keep. So, Jon ran for his life to save his brother. Wights were everywhere. Chasing him from all entryways and angles like starving animals. He ran, jumped, and climbed over furniture and corpses.

Making a sharp turn, he saw a gate. Running faster, Jon made it across and slammed the gate closed. The Wights piled on the other side, pushing it open. Groaning, Jon reached for the lever, wincing as his hands were being scratched to latch it shut, separating him from them. He ran for dear life, not realizing who was living and who was dead.

The adrenaline was rushing through his veins.

Until he crashed into someone. Jon was about to kill the man until his sword blocks the attack. Their Valyrian swords clashed, causing sparks to appear. The sparks snapped Jon his daze to see it was Ser Jorah. The Knight drew his sword away.

"Bran," Jon could only say.

Seeing how the fallen have become their enemy, gave Jorah the notion that the Night King was in the city. Nodding, he grabbed Jon by the arm, leading him out of the corridors for the central courtyard. Jon appreciated it. The more men he can get, the better, especially with Valyrian steel.

.o0o.

Daenerys's POV

Outside the cities wall, Ser Barristan continued to fight, protecting Daenerys. During their attempted escape, Daenerys managed to pick up an obsidian sword. She was still a novice, not fully trained as her sister. Yet, she knows how to hold a blade and defense moves. If one gets to close, she does her best to stab the wight. Otherwise, Ser Barristan, being quick, executes them in a flash.

Their numbers were growing, as they joined a group of Stormlanders and Reach soldiers. Ser Gareth and Ser Garlan being amongst the group. Over and over, they continue to fight, trying to protect the princess. They were surrounded, and yet, they fight hard. Until one wight got to close and leaped towards Daenerys. She tried to block it, except she shoved back. Ser Barristan stood in front of her, as the wight's daggered pierced an open spot in his armor around his shoulder. Ser Barristan cried out, slashing Dark Sister into the creature destroying it.

More wights were coming forward. Ser Barristan blocked out the pain and attacked each wight that dare got near. Daenerys managed to stand up, trying her best to fight back. Yet, Ser Barristan continued to defend her. No matter how many times his armor was struck, or when a blade managed to hit him in the weak spots in his armor.

"Protect the Princess," Ser Barristan told the soldiers who keep getting into formation. All of them surrounding Daenerys.

.o0o.

Inside Winterfell

Jon and Jorah made it to the courtyard. It was chaotic as it was in the market. The two men maneuver their way through the chaos, trying to get to the entrance for the Godswood. Just about halfway there, the Ice Dragon landed on the covered parapet and blew frozen fire.

Jon and Jorah, ran back, taking cover behind a stone wall. The blue flames going straight on each side of them. They could feel the frozen flame, artic but at the same time hot, suffocating the air around them, making it difficult to breathe. It was a fire they have never seen. Fire that can create and destroy.

Once the flames precepted, they tried again through the lower part of the wooden galleries. One of the doors burst open as a wave of wights came trampling in. They ran, which caught the Ice Dragon's attention. It crawled down, destroying in its wake, with a mouth open with fire. Jorah saw a pile of rubble, tackling Jon down, as the frozen fire came their way.

They were not going to make it.

They can't fight the Ice Dragon and the wights at the same time.

That is until another roar could be heard. Viserion came and attacked the frozen dragon from behind breathing fire. The Ice Dragon roared in agony, as Viserion burned him while climbing on top. His front talons grabbing hold of the wings, while lower talons on the things. His teeth biting the midsection of the neck. The sounds of glass breaking could be heard, along with blood piercing scratches. The Ice Dragon shrieks, thrashing away, yet Viserion held adding more pressure to the bite.

On top was Alysanne, as she was chanting the dragon spells to aid Viserion to give him strength and to increase his fire. She was taking all of her familiars' pain, all the injures as her mouth, hands, and feet hurt. Her body burning inside with fever, yet she continues the spell.

Jorah and Jon saw this. The wights realizing that Viserion was a threat, ran towards the dragons. Realizing Alysanne needed help, Jorah shoved Jon.

"Go!" Jorah barked.

Jon understands what he meant, looked at Alysanne, the black knight on the golden dragon, before running into the Godswoods. Jorah adjusted Heartsbane and charged into the attack. What remaining soldiers joined in, to keep the wights away from Viserion. Jorah kept glancing at Alysanne, unable to tell if she was struggling, yet the dragons were thrashing about. Fighting to conquered and escape from one another. The men tried to avoid the dragon confrontation.

.o0o.

The Godswood

Jon's POV

Jon ran into the Godswood, seeing the wights surrounding the heart tree where Bran waited. The White Walkers stood behind the Night King, who had a broken spear that was impaling Theon. Jon was shocked seeing his once friend die, trying to protect Bran. The Night King tossed Theon aside and walked ahead towards Bran.

Jon furious ran towards them. Longclaw out and slashed his way through the White Walker. Two went down in seconds, shattering into pieces. The Night King stopped midway, turning around to see Jon. The White Wolf glared as he tried to fight his way through the White Walkers. His goal was simple, destroy the Night King and get the horn.

The White Walkers drew their blades to attack, surrounding Jon. He tried fighting them off, until the Night King stopped them, letting his children make a clear opening.

The Night King drew his falx ready to fight.

Jon charged in and attacked the Night King. The immortal twisted his falx, blocking the attack. Both blades collided, as the Valyrian steel singing to the ice blade started to make the crystal crack. The Night King pulled back, swirling around Jon, then striked. Jon blocked the attack, ducking down and slash at the side. The Night King quickly stepped away, spinning around, and swung. Jon managed to prevent each strike and held the falx at a crossguard. The Night King added force, shoving Jon away.

The immortal smiled at Jon, enjoying the challenge. One he hadn't had for seven thousand years. A worthy opponent indeed. As he attacks, Jon spun around, avoiding it, going for the leg, yet the Night King stepped back. Their blades keep crossing, and each time Longclaw struck the ice falx, the weaker it becomes. Jon felt like he had the advantage. Jon attacked again, the Night King avoided, as he took the opportunity to grab Jon's arm, sending frost on him, adding pain.

Jon cried out, adjusting his hold on Longclaw, swinging away while blocking the falx. Until the Night King, managed to grab Jon's other hand while holding the falx, forcing it under between them exposing Jon, and kicked him in the chest. The pain disrupted Jon, resulting in him falling back with Longclaw falling to the ground. The Night King smirked as he walked over to Jon raising his falx. Finally, putting an end to White Wolf.

The White Wolf stared at the Night King.

"What is it you're after?" Jon yelled. "What do you want?"

The Night King paused, staring at Bran, who was warging right now. He then looked at Jon.

"End the cycle," the Night King whispered.

Jon's eyes widen, for the first time Night King spoke.

"Stop the changes," the Night King whispered.

The Night King raised the falx, ready to execute Jon and finish the Three-Eye Raven once and for all. The Three-Eyed Raven was his target all along since his reawakening. The Night King knows something that humanity does not, except for the greenseer. Humanity was mere pawns between the two entities. A deadly game of chess, of a cycle that never ends.

"No…power… for… us."

The falx was about to fall down a shadow slither through the white's walkers and wights. Arya came jumping in with her Valyrian dagger in her left hand. The Night King turned around, grabbing Arya's arm, preventing her assassination attempt. Twisting it to an angle to let go. Arya cried out in pain. Jon seeing his sister was in trouble, grabbed Longclaw, and stabbed the Night King in the back, straight into his frozen heart, shattering the obsidian and breaking the curse.

The Night King tensed as he looked down, seeing the Valyrian steel penetrating through him. His icy starburst eyes stared at Arya. A combustible wave shattered the Night King, bursting into a million ice crystals. The blast knocked everyone down, as the wave penetrated through the White Walkers who were in mid charge to attack, shattered as well. All the wights that were old collapsed, turning to dust while the fresh wights stopped in their track, dropping dead.

Arya fell to the ground as she stared at Jon, seeing him falling to his knees. He panted, focusing on Longclaw in his hand. He did it. He had finished the Night King. However, something did not feel right. What the Night King had said, about ending the cycle. What cycle is he talking about? Also, he mentioned something about power. Jon turned his attention to Bran, who returned from his warging. The Three-Eyed Raven stared at Jon with apathy.

Something told Jon not to believe in the Three-Eyed Raven.

Arya got up and ran over, hugging Jon. The impact almost knocked him over, along with the pain finally making itself known.

"You did it," Arya said.

"Not yet…" Bran interrupted.

Arya was confused when the dragon roar disrupted the peaceful silence.

"The Ice Dragon," Jon gasped as he shoved Arya away, looking for Joramun Horn.

Arya realizing this, got down on her knees, helping Jon in search of the horn. She forgot the Ice Dragon was under a spell. With the Night King as its Master gone, the dragon has control of its own body. And what Alysanne said, the Ice Dragon has accumulated eight-thousand years of rage and hatred towards humanity.

Arya was able to find it, as she quickly brought it up to her lips and blow. However, no sound other than a raspberry noise echoed out. She tried again, thinking she was out of breath. Yet it did not make the sound of a boastful tone. Jon grabbed the horn, wondering if it works on those with magic in their blood. Being half Targaryen, the blood of old Valyria should work. As he took a deep breath and blew on it. Nothing, in fact, barely any of his air was going through the horn. Jon examined the horn and found the problem.

The mouthpiece was damaged, melted away while the bell was chipped and cracked. Jon tried again, only it crumbled apart with a burst of green and yellow flames, while the runes shimmer in the air. Whatever enchantment the Children of the Forest put on the horn was forever gone.

And the wild dragon of ice has been unleashed.

.o0o.

Daenerys' POV

Daenerys stood there as more wights came their way, only to collapse on the spot. The decomposed wights turning to dust, while the fallen remained dead. The soldiers stood there dumbfounded, yet remained cautious if it was a trick.

After a moment, the wights did not move. Even Ser Garlan took the risk, as he knelt down to a wight, checking its eyes. Lifting the lid to find green eyes instead of icy blue orbs. This confirmed that the Night King was gone. The curse has been lifted.

The Khaleesi sighed in relief, turning her attention to Ser Barristan, who fell onto his knees and down on his side. She rushed over, wondering if it was exhaustion. As she took Ser Barristan into her arms, blood coated her white coat. All the weak points in his armor were covered in blood. Many wights had stabbed him countless times; his bold nature had him continue fighting.

Daenerys cried, cradling the older knights face. A man who has become a father figure to her over the last five years. Someone who was her connection with her family. A close friend to Rhaegar and Queen Rhaella.

"Don't …cry…" Ser Barristan forces out, taking her hand.

"Don't die," Daenerys sobbed. "Please, don't die."

"Be strong…" he breathed. "You and your sister."

"Barristan!" she sobbed into his chest.

"Goodbye, …daughter…" were his last words.

Daenerys sobbed and wailed as she held Ser Barristan in her arms.

Ser Garlan and Ser Gareth felt combustible waves crossed through Winterfell, consuming the wights as they stopped and dropped dead all around. Everyone who was still alive panted, looking around, seeing the enemy had fallen. Their swords and kneeled before a fallen knight. All the soldiers did the same, as they prayed to the gods and honoring a hero. Daenerys could not see, as she sobbed into her Knight's armor. Losing a family member once again.

.o0o.

Moments earlier…

Alysanne's POV

Viserion continued to pin the Ice Dragon down in the courtyard of Winterfell. Together, we tried to keep the beast down, restricting him from unleashing havoc upon the castle. Viserion biting and thrashing his way, chipping through the frozen scales, while breathing fire upon its neck. I took all the pain, feeling parts of my body being frozen while Viserion tries to snap any part of the Ice Dragon's neck and wings.

As this was happening, I could see the men fighting the wights. They were trying to keep the Army of the Dead away from us, so we could defeat the dragon. Through the chaos, being thrashed about, barely able to see Jorah fighting amongst the others. The world was spinning, the force from the fighting knocking my body around inside the armor a couple of times, my head hitting Viserion's spike.

That is until the atmosphere changed, a pulse of a wave soaring through Winterfell. I could see it, almost to that of a fog, a ring stretching out going through everything. When it pierced the wights, the dead tensed and fallen to the ground. Those who were severely decayed, crumbled, turning to dust.

The Ice Dragon gave a shriek, before collapsing onto the ground. Viserion remained biting its neck for a moment before pulling back, taking deep breaths. We panted hard, trying to recover from the whiplash.

The living soldiers stood there, comprehending what had just happened.

Either Jon or somebody killed the Night King.

The world was still spinning.

The air, though still cold, managed to breathe. Filling my burning lungs with fresh air. Through clouded eyes, I stared at the men who fell to their knees or remained standing. Jorah turned around, removing his helmet. He panted, giving a relieved smile. I tried to smile back, removing the visor so he could see.

It was done.

The Long Night was over.

I guess the Ice Dragon was dead all this time and was being manipulated by the Night King. All that fear of Joramun Horn over nothing. I was about to unfasten the harness when I felt the vibration through the spell. Viserion felt the vibration from the Ice Dragon. A deep and menacing low growl. My head shot up, staring at Jorah, whose eyes widen, having a better view of the beast.

The Ice Dragon raised his head and turned to look at Viserion and me, releasing a mighty roar. Viserion jabbed in, biting his neck, preventing it from breathing fire on us. I turned my gaze to Jorah, staring at him for the last time. His eyes widen, realizing where this was going. Remembering the nightmare, I had in Meereen. No doubt, I have to be the one to end the Ice Dragon.

And it will cost me my life.

I adjusted my position on Viserion, taking this dance to the sky away from Winterfell.

"Alysanne, don't!" Jorah yelled.

"I'm sorry," I said, before forcing Viserion to let go with a challenging roar.

The Ice Dragon, in his furious rage, accepted as Viserion jumped into the air and took off for the sky. In the darkness of night, we soar into the atmosphere. We chased after the Ice Dragon, as it swirled around us, breathing frozen fire at us.

"Let's finish this!" I told Viserion, drawing out the Targaryens sword.

Viserion roared in agreement, as he breathed fire at the Ice Dragon. It struck it in the tail, causing it to shriek. Viserion dove down under as I lifted my sword, trying to stab it in the chest. The angle was off, as the tip of the blade scraped across its icicle scale.

Its scales are fossils of ice, Visenya said. You need to strike deeper.

"Closer, so we can reach its heart," I ordered.

This time, rip it out of his chest, Visenya ordered.

Viserion growled as he soared higher into the sky, before closing his wings and diving straight at the Ice Dragon. They collided in the middle, Viserion grasping onto its wings and biting away at the neck. The Ice Dragon growled, shoving his shoulder with such force it flipped us over, as we somehow got on his back. Viserion ducked his talons deep, biting again along with breathing fire. The Ice Dragon turned upside down, knocking us off. Viserion fell trying to catch his bearings.

The Ice Dragon dived down. Viserion caught the wind, swirling around, bringing fire on the beast. However, a sharp turn and the Ice Dragon grabbed hold of Viserion's neck. His teeth penetrating deep that I could feel the suffocation. Viserion giving a screeching noise that I never heard him make in his entire life.

"Viserion!" I screamed.

Viserion curled up using his tail to stab the Ice Dragon in the face. Using it like a mace, with the spikes to penetrate the eyes. Over and over, Viserion did this. The angle was impossible for me to reach the Ice Dragon. I cursed, trying to take the pain from Viserion through the bond, feeling myself being suffocated. Another strike got the Ice Dragon in the eye, causing it to let go. As Viserion pulled away, he blew fire into the creature's mouth.

Viserion dived down, separating us from the Ice Dragon, leading the beast further away from Winterfell. I panted, staring at Viserion neck, seeing puncture holes that were seeping blood out.

Don't worry about him, Visenya said. Keep your mind in the fight.

A blast of frozen fire came our way, striking Viserion in the back. My golden dragon grunted and groans, as he continued to fly. Worrying about my dragon, I did the spell again.

"Skulblakas ven," I chanted.

I looked through Viserion eyes, trying to see where the Ice Dragon was amongst the clouds. However, the view was disoriented. Almost foggy, difficult to see where everything was.

"What's happening?" I asked.

His vision's failing, Visenya answered with concern. This wound weakens him.

I rested my hand on Viserion's shoulder, disconnecting the visual spell, "Easy, Viserion. We're gonna get through this together."

Viserion grunted, his acceleration was decreasing. No doubt, he was losing strength. I looked around until seeing the Ice Dragon silhouette down below. I know what I have to do. As I tighten my hold on the Valyrian sword. I did one last prayer to the Seven, and also to the Valyrian gods, praying for their strength. Sending the message to Viserion, he grunted in response as he got lower to a proper level with the Ice Dragon facing the beast. Quickly, I removed the harness and crawled my way over to the tail. I held on for dear life, as Viserion tried to get the right angle.

I took a deep breath and shouted, "Now!"

Viserion flexed his tail, tossing me across the sky. The Ice Dragon was confused, haltering his flight, which resulted in exposing his chest. I closed my eyes, forcing my body to stay straight as my sword penetrated through his heart, going deep into the hilt. The Ice Dragon shrieks, with a thrash causing me to lose hold of the handle.

I fell, watching as the Ice Dragon thrashed trying to fly away, yet his body began the crack. The last thing I saw was Ice Dragon releasing the final breath of frozen fire before falling towards the end. I closed my eyes, unable to scream as the wind howl in my ear. This was it. This was my death. There was no Rhaegar or Jon to save me. Not like my dream had shown.

My destiny was to help prevent the Long Night, and that is what I did. I have led my men and allies to a gruesome battle to save the living. I only wish is that my actions restore House Targaryens name. My eyes water only to crystallize into ice.

"I'm sorry, Dany." Were my last words.

When I open my eyes for the last time to see the moon. Instead, I saw Viserion, as he dives in to catch me. The determination illuminating in his amber eyes. Closer and closer he dived, once he was close, he swoops up and grabbed me roughly with his hind legs.

Everything happened so fast. I was masked in darkness, while the world banged and cracked around me. It wasn't until I saw the trees did I realize, Viserion was crashing into the Wolfswood. The impacts struct us, Viserion desperately tried to keep his hold, until he turned falling on his back. The impact caused him to let go and I fell, landing roughly on the ground. The force shoved my helmet off and ripped parts of my armor. Feeling my left shoulder dislocate. I collided into a tree, which stopped the inertia.

I groaned, pushing myself up and looked over where my dragon was. My vision was distorted, the ground felt like it was spinning. With what little the moon gave, and the opening of the forest, I could see Viserion, curled on the forest flow in a discomforting angle.

"Viserion!" I cried.

I tried to run over, yet my ankle caved with a shot of pain. I cried, thinking I have sprained my ankle. In the end, I forced myself trying to run towards Viserion, ignoring the pain. Several times I fell, falling into the freshly coated snow. Trudging and crawling closer to my familiar.

The tortures not only from my suffering, but hearing Viserion suffer as well.

After what felt like an eternity, I was finally able to reach his neck.

"Viserion," I sobbed, examining his condition.

Through hazy eyes, I examined his neck, where the Ice Dragon bit him. There were countless bite marks, wounds that were deep in his neck. I touched the wound, only to have my hands coated in blood. No, no, he cannot die.

We did it, whispered a new voice I've never heard before. A soft tenner voice with an echo.

I looked around to see who was there. Except there was no one out there. A grunt caught my attention as I stared at Viserion, who was looking at me with tired eyes.

"Viserion?" I whispered.

Together, Viserion replied softly. Blood of my blood.

"No, please, don't die," I sobbed.

I tried to think of all the dragon spells Visenya had taught me. My thoughts were all jumbled up. In the end, there was no magic to heal in Valyrian. No spell can save someone from the brink of death. Even if it was the Lord of Light, I doubt he would save Viserion. I wish I could trade my second life so Viserion could live. Let the dragons live.

Alysanne, Viserion whispered before falling unconscious.

"No!" I cried. "Viserion!"

I sobbed hovering over his neck, bawling into his wounds. I feel like I was losing half of myself. Viserion was my friend, my child, and my other half. He completed me. He brought back hope along with his brothers. I cried to Visenya, begging her for a spell that could save Viserion. In the end, all I could hear were my own wails and tears.

As time went on, the pain causes me to succumb to darkness.

Together.

.o0o.

Jorah's POV

Jorah and the living watched from above as the dance of dragons took place. Blue and orange fire cascaded over the sky like lightning as each dragon tried to destroy the other. Jorah clenched his teeth and gripped Heartsbane feeling useless down below. Jon had soon joined him, seeing the battle taking place.

"The horn?" Jorah demanded. "Use the horn."

"The horn is damaged, we tried to use it," Jon explained.

Jorah growled, "Rhaegal?"

"He's badly hurt," Jon explained.

"What about the other dragon?" Arya asked as she ran over.

"Drogon," Jorah replied, wondering where the black dragon was. "Find Daenerys, Drogon should be there with her."

Arya nodded as she ran to find Daenerys.

Jorah and Jon continued to watch the fight praying that Alysanne and Viserion win. The confrontation soon headed north towards the Wolfswood. They stood at the gate, barely able to see the battle from the storm clouds. The snow had stopped falling, as the clouds lighten up, allowing the moon to shine through.

Come on, Jorah thought.

He felt useless. As he remembers the look, Alysanne gave him from her helmet. Regret, fear, and love that he could barely see in the haze. Not again. Jorah cannot lose Alysanne again. Let it not be the Daznak pit. Not again.

They watched.

Arya soon came back out of breath.

"Is she coming?" Jorah barked.

Arya panted as she shook her head, "Drogon is badly injured as well."

Jorah growled as the three continued to watch. Then something happens. Viserion was in front of the Ice Dragon, swinging his tail before dodging away. The Ice Dragon gave a piercing shriek, pulling back as it raised his chest. It released its final fire before falling to the ground. Something happened, something killed the Ice Dragon.

That is when Jorah noticed Viserion diving down fast. Something was wrong. The smoke and darkness made it difficult to see, but it appeared that Viserion was chasing something. The golden dragon swooped up his hind legs, grabbing it, then crashed into the Wolfsfood. The Ice Dragon also crashed into the Wolfswood shattering, as everyone could hear the crack.

"Go to her," Quaithe said, appearing out of nowhere.

She was in her mortal form. She stared at the three, exhausted, as strands of silver melted in her dark hair. In her hand, were two reins attach two surviving horses already saddled.

"What?" Jon replied, startled.

"She is alone, injured, and fading," Quaithe explained. "She won't last long in the cold."

Jorah scowled, as he secured Heartsbane in its scabbard, and climbed on a horse. Quaithe was right. No doubt, the collision would have left severe injuries or worse death. He did not think. All that mattered was finding Alysanne and bringing her back. Jon got on the other horse, joined him on the pursuit, while Arya went to find more men to search the Wolfswood to find the Dragon Queen.

The horses trotted across the field since they could not go straight through without falling into a trench. They went around until reaching the forest line. So many thoughts linger in Jorah's head. Wondering if Alysanne was still alive.

As they travel deep into the Wolfswood, they started to hear a groan. It was animalist. Deep and in utterly in pain. They followed the groaning sounds. It was Viserion, Jorah can tell quite easily. It wasn't long when they reached an opening where the trees have been destroyed and a trail. Jorah got off his horse, calling out for Alysanne. Jon did, as well. They continued down the path when spotting a spaulder and the helmet. Jorah picked the helmet up, seeing the winds were damage.

"Alysanne!" Jorah called out.

Another groan from Viserion could be heard. Jorah ran in that direction. The adrenaline still pumping in his veins to subdue the pain. It wasn't long that they reach the opening to find Viserion. The dragon was curled into a ball, having one wing covering his head. Jon was about to step forward, except Jorah stopped him. He wasn't sure if Viserion trusted Jon. The last thing they need is a dead king. So, Jorah cautiously walked up ahead, reaching the dragon's face.

"Viserion," Jorah said softly.

Viserion groaned, opening his eyes to see the knight. Jorah can sense something was wrong with the dragon. No doubt, the dragon was in pain. There was a strong scent of blood in the air. Blood seeping into the snow. Severely injured, as the knight could see some of the wounds.

"Viserion, where is Alysanne?" Jorah asked.

Viserion grunted, adjusting his wing to reveal an unconscious Alysanne. The dragon mustered all his strength to cover Alysanne, protecting her from the wind chill and possible predators. She was battle-worn, her armor damaged, hair unravel, while there was blood, a gash on the side of her head. Bruising along her neck. Jorah kneeled, placing a hand over her face, feeling breath. He sighed in relief, although he feared what other damages there are.

Carefully, Jorah placed a hand on her shoulder, trying to wake her, "Alysanne."

Alysanne gasped, a sharp cry, yet she remained unconscious. Viserion gave a warning growl to be careful. Jorah apologized, as he carefully scooped Alysanne in his arms. Standing up, Jorah glanced at Viserion, seeing the dragon watching him silently pleading to protect her.

"I will," Jorah promised.

Viserion nodded, closing his eyes for he needed to rest.

Quietly, Jorah made his way back to Jon and the horses.

"Is she alright?" Jon asked.

"She's injured, she needs a Maester," Jorah answered.

Jon nodded in agreement. Alysanne has been in the sky longer than any of them. Exposed to the arctic weather, while dealing with the dragon spells, taking all of Viserion's pain. Jorah handed Alysanne over as he mounted his horse. Once settled, Jon handed the Queen over. A whimper could be heard from the Dragon Queen. It pained Jorah to see his lover like this. Nearly everything she does, she always ended up hurt. He hopes once the second war with Cersei is over, Alysanne can finally be happy.

When Jon got on his horse, the two headed back to Winterfell.


Hey guys. This ends the Long Night. I hope you all enjoy my version of the Long Night. I tried to make things different than what we got from the show. Also thank you to xXFallenSakuraXx52, for editing the last three chapters. You have been an awesome help for me, since editing chapter 38 of "The Gift".

Inspiration for this chapter has come from the Witcher and Eragon.

Also, in a few days I will be posting a short story called Lunar Night. It is a What If? What if the assassination attempt from the Wine Merchant never happen? What if Rhaego was born. It is a short story.

Thanks for reading and please leave a review!