Kanna and Jorah stood side-by-side with the Dothraki army. The air was growing colder and the wind was moving faster against their faces. Kanna gripped Jorah's hand.

"If I die today, Kanna," Jorah whispered.

"Shut it," said Kanna.

"I love you too, dear," Jorah managed to laugh.

A shadowy figure approached them. Kanna, Jorah, and the Dothraki gripped their weapons in anticipation of an ambush, but Shouta lowered his hood.

"Shouta," said Kanna. "What are you doing? You're supposed to be in the godswood with Lucoa!"

"I had an idea," said Shouta. He looked at the Dothraki and said in their native tongue, "Raise your weapons." The Dothraki obeyed. Shouta raised his good hand and uttered an incantation. The Dothraki arakhs burst into flame. The horses and people were startled, but they got used to it, as they had gotten used to so many other strange things since Dany had come into their lives. Shouta turned back to Kanna and Jorah. "Badass, right?"

Kanna threw her arms around Shouta. Shouta returned her embrace, though they said nothing. Jorah hugged him as well. "Stay strong, my friend," said Jorah.

"See you on the other side, buddy," said Shouta.

Shouta took a last look at them, and then he rode off towards the godswood.


When the cold wind was unbearable, they heard them. The army of the dead was running with reckless abandon towards Winterfell. Jorah and Kanna strained their eyes to see, but the wind felt like needles against their face.

"Now," Kanna whispered. She transformed to her dragon, and Jorah climbed on her. She rose up above the Dothraki army. Jorah raised his sword, and the Dothraki raised their arakhs. Snow blew in on the wind. With her dragon eyes, Kanna saw the army of the dead. "NOW!" she cried.

"NOW!" Jorah ordered. Kanna flew forward, the Dothraki advanced beneath them.

The wind carried their war cry back to Winterfell. Fafnir watched on the wall with bated breath, following the fires that burned on the Dothraki arakhs. One by one, the fires disappeared. Fafnir leaned forward and strained his eyes against the icy wind.

"What happened?" Gilly whispered beside him.

Fafnir didn't dare tell Gilly what he thought had happened. Sam was down there with the other Nights Watchmen who had been loyal to Jon, not at the front of the line, but they were going to be in some hot shit real quick. Fafnir's suspicions were soon confirmed when Kanna came flying back. She swooped low over him so that Jorah could deliver the message, "It's too cold for the flames."

"What about dragon flames?" Fafnir shouted. Jon and Dany swooped down over the army on Drogon and Rhaegal. The dragon flames cut through the army of the dead like a knife. "That'll work," he said. He transformed.

"Stay back," said Kanna.

"But-"

"They'll be at the wall soon, and you'll be needed," said Kanna. She flew back over the battlefield.

The army of the dead reached the trench. Grey Worm lead the Unsullied and other survivors through the gates. Fafnir looked to the skies. Dany, Jon, and Kanna had flown so high that they couldn't be seen through the snow. Occasionally, a bolt of lightning showed Fafnir where Kanna was. He looked down. Davos was frantically waving torches to try to signal for Dany and Jon to light the trench. Fafnir gritted his teeth. The torches were barely visible even to him.

"Valykires!" Fafnir barked.

"Yes, Ser Fafnir!" the girls barked back.

"The wall is yours," he said. He transformed. Fafnir flew down over the trench and unleashed fire down onto the timber they'd previously placed within. The Valkyries and forces within Winterfell cheered. Fafnir landed right in front of the door. "Come at me," he whispered, transforming back to his human form. He waved Lightbringer back and forth menacingly.

Viserion flew beneath the clouds so that everyone could see the Night King perched on his back. Fafnir pointed to him with his sword. The Night King acknowledged Fafnir, and he waved his hands over the battlefield.

The army of the dead advanced. One by one, they sacrificed themselves to the trenches. Soon, their dead bodies created the bridge they needed to cross.

"Well, that was useless," Fafnir muttered to himself. "Oh well. Time to play."

"Fafnir!" Gilly called down from the wall. "Are you okay?"

"Is he okay?" Sam laughed beside her. "It's Fafnir, Gilly! Of course he's okay!"

And just as he slew Stannis's army, Fafnir cut through the approaching enemy wights. Back and forth he flew, slicing them down with energy bombs and flame bursts. Sam and Gilly watched from above.

"How long can he keep it up?" Gilly asked.

"Even he has a limit," said Sam nervously.

"Well, sisters," Gilly called. "Let's help him!"

The Valkyries reigned fiery arrows down onto the battlefield, trying to take out wights before they reached the wall. Fafnir continued to cut through the undead's ranks until a loud roar stopped him in his tracks. He paused at the gate, and he looked up into the face of an undead giant. He breathed heavily. He shouldn't have stopped, because stopping reminded him of how tired he was. The giant carried a huge battering ram.

"Oh, no no no," Fafnir said. "Not on my watch." He transformed into a dragon, and in this form he was face to face with the giant. The giant raised the battering ram, and Fafnir opened his mouth to breath fire. The giant slammed the battering ram into Fafnir as Fafnir shot a jet of flame at the giant's face. And then, all of Winterfell rumbled. The Valkyries screamed as the ground crumbled beneath them. Fafnir opened his eyes and saw the giant melting, but he also saw the rubble around him that the force of the giant pushing Fafnir into the gate had caused. "Fuck," he said.

The breaching of the wall was felt beneath the castle in the crypts. Those unable to fight began to scream and cry uncontrollably at the knowledge that Winterfell had been breached. "What the fuck," Tohru said to herself. Her instinct was to move from her post, but she knew that doing so left the innocents within more exposed. She was the last line of defense for the living. She breathed deeply and held her position, hoping against hope that what she was hearing and feeling wasn't as bad as it seemed.


The battle raged within the gates of Winterfell. Fafnir felt helpless. When the wights had been separated from the humans, it had been easy. He could knock out scores of them at once. Here they were mixed in with his comrades. He even had to be careful about using fire and energy balls. He looked around. His Valkyries were fighting valiantly, but everyone was getting exhausted. He saw Sam nearly get struck down, and he snapped. Fafnir transformed back into his dragon form before cutting through to where Sam was backed into a corner, struggling. Fafnir knocked out wights in the area, and probably a few people, but he only cared about one person in that moment.

"Sam," he said. "Get on."

"What!?" Sam answered.

"Did I stutter? Get on," Fafnir repeated.

"Your voice is in my head," Sam said.

"Sam."

"How are you doing that?"

"SAM."

"Okay!" Sam cried. Fafnir had to help his round friend aboard with his wing. Once he was satisfied Sam was safe, he took off into the sky. "Where are we going?" Sam asked.

"Jon was up here with Dany and Kanna," said Fafnir. He paused and gasped. Together, they looked down onto the battlefield beyond Winterfell and saw no shortage of wights pouring in.

"I knew there were a lot," said Sam. "But that's a lot."

"THERE!" Fafnir cried. The battle in the sky had become the battle on the ground. Jon was there, cutting through wights as best he could. Jorah and Kanna were guarding Dany. It appeared both of their dragons were injured. "Shit," said Fafnir. "Come on!"

"Don't have much of a choice," said Sam. Fafnir swooped down over the battlefield. He saw the Night King and his Walkers advancing towards the godswood. He unleashed his fire cutting down the remaining living wights that were trying to make their way through Winterfell.

Jon looked up. "Thank you!" he cried.

"Hiiiiiii Jon!" Sam called as Fafnir swooped down over Jon. Jon couldn't help but laugh at seeing Sam atop the fierce dragon. Jon ran inside Winterfell to assist.


Varys poked his head out of the crypt. Tohru spun around. "Stay inside, Lord Varys," Tohru warned.

"I'm just wondering how much longer we have," said Varys.

"If I have anything to say about it, you will live a long and fulfilling life in the court of Queen Daenerys," said Tohru. "Now please, stay inside." At her command, the crypt shook, and the people inside screamed bloody murder. "Behind me!" Tohru ordered. She traded places with Varys and rushed in to see the wights bursting through the walls out of their coffins. "What the fuck," Tohru whispered. "BEHIND ME! EVERYONE! NOW!"

The innocents scrambled to Tohru, and she pushed her way to the front line. Not everyone was so lucky, and women and children began to succumb to the wights. Tohru had no choice but to begin slaughtering them regardless of who was in her way. The crypt was narrow. She rushed through, cutting down wights with her dragnglass arahk.


Wights had entered the godswood. The Ironborn and Karstark soldiers were falling to them. Lucoa cut through the oncoming horde like a knife, and then found herself face to face with the Night King and the White Walkers. The Night King stopped and stared at her. Her heart stopped. He advanced, and with a passionate cry she swung her dragonglass arakh. She cut down the Walkers in one swoop, but to her dismay the Night King had slipped through. "SHOUTA!" she cried.


Viserion and Fafnir, free of their riders, battled fiercely above Winterfell. Tohru came up from the crypt. "Tohru!" Jon cried. "What are you doing? Why aren't you in the crypt?"

"The bodies in the crypt came to life," said Tohru. "I think I got them, but a lot of the civilians ran out in terror. I've been rounding them up."

"The Night King can reanimate the dead on a whim," said Jon. "Until he dies, we are just delaying the inevitable."

Fafnir and Viserion's flames met. The intense heat of the steam generated from their battle caused the humans to cower. Then, hail rained down on Winterfell. The steam dissipated. Fafnir was standing in his human form alone in the center of what used to be a horde of wights. Now, they were piles of dust and bones, and Viserion was gone.

Fafnir fell to his knees. "I WIN!" Fafnir shouted into the skies, holding Lightbringer aloft. "The icy terror is vanquished, and I, Ser Fafnir, have done it! Humanity is saved!"

Jon put his hand over his face and laughed.

"He really thinks he did it," Tohru said. "Should I tell him?"

"Nah, let him go on for a while," Jon said.

Fafnir began dancing around the ruins of Winterfell. "I DID IT! I DID IT! I AM AZOR AHAI, SAVIOR OF THE LIVING! AHAHAHA!"