Sister's Keeper
Edited by xXFallenSakuraXx 52
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Chapter 78: Til the walls did crumble and fall
Eastwatch-By-The-Sea
Tormund and Lord Beric walked along the top of the Wall. Many of the Free Folk and Men of the Nights Watch were at their stations. Ever since the expedition that happened about a month ago, the men have been on high alert, waiting for the inevitable. Waiting until the Army of the Dead shows up. As the two continued to walk, they noticed ravens and crows on top of the Wall. Usually only winter birds and seagulls' perch here, so why are the birds of death perching about.
Tormund, having a gut feeling, went to one of the posts. Lord Beric followed him as they looked down, staring at the mile-long field that reaches towards the forest. Something was amiss as it began to snow.
"It's a long way down," Lord Beric said.
"Yeah," Tormund agreed. "The crows keep telling me I'll get used to it."
"According to the tales we are standing on a dragon," Beric added.
Tormund snorted, "I've ridden a dragon. Probably the first wildling. I doubt a dragon lies in this Wall."
"One never knows," Beric said. "The Wall was built eight-thousand years ago. Bran the Builder and his descendants worked hard in building it. Some say it was the assistant of the Children and giants. Others say an ice dragon. In the end, the Wall separates us from the Others."
Tormund nodded as he looked down. He thought he saw something as he squinted his eyes, noticing something coming out from the forest. A Watcher who had a spyglass realized what the gathering was and blew the warning horn. The Dead were already here.
"I can see movement!"
"Watch, on the tree line!"
Tormund gasped, as he saw heavy clouds of a storm fast approaching.
A lone rider dragged someone came forward onto the field. It was the Night King. He got off his decaying horse and walked over to the prisoner. It was Benjen Stark. The Night King stared at the hybrid, before grabbing the Horn of Joramun. A black carved horn with metal bands that was designed with the marking of the First Men, created by the legendary King-Beyond-the-Wall.
Benjen had found the Horn buried in the Frostfang. He attempted to destroy the magical Horn before the Army of the Dead scavenged for it. However, he was caught by the White Walkers. Instead of killing him, they brought him to the east coast and was dragged by the Night King's stead. The former Ranger lunged forward, trying to tackle the Night King. Unfortunately, the Night King avoided the attack, and with his other hand, plunged it deep into Benjen's chest. Benjen gasped, his grey eyes widen in shock as he felt the icy hand lodged in his chest, grabbing his heart and the dragonglass. He gazed up at the White Walker, who gave an emotionless expression, before yanking it out. Both mortal and magical life taken from him as he fell to his knee and onto the ground. Dead. Forever dead, left alone to reawaken and become a Wight.
The Night King turned around, taking a few steps towards the Wall. He brought the Horn to his frozen lips and took an empty breath, breathing in and exhaling on the mouthpiece. A sound like no other bellowed from the Horn. The Horn's noise silences all over the top of the Wall. The Horn's noise sounded like the screaming of a thousand dragons, as those hearing it, felt their very bone shake, as coldness burned their flesh with fear while their ears bleed. Tormund and Beric had to cover their ears from the sound, let along with a constant ringing.
And then there was silence.
Nothing happened.
Only the sounds of the waves crashing along the shore and the winds.
Suddenly there was a large crack.
Tormund and Beric tensed, feeling the vibrations beneath their feet. The sound of cracking continued, as the Wall began to shake then crumbled. No one knew what was going on, other than the Wall that has lasted eight-thousand years began to fall apart.
"Come on!" Tormund yelled, rushing to the Wall. "Come on!"
As he ordered everyone down the stairs or further to the West before it was too late, and they fall seven-hundred feet to their death. All the men scurried down the steps, seeing the cracks forming, racing against the men as they try to get to the bottom.
When all of a sudden, there was a burst, an explosion, as the shrapnel of ice exploded all about. Tormund looked up; eyes widening, seeing a wing coming out of the Wall, followed by another. The creature reached out from its icy cage, elongating its neck, revealing to be a dragon. Not just any dragon, but an Ice Dragon that was the size of Drogon. It shrieks, crawling out of the Wall, causing more destruction. The Horn of Jaruman was more than a magical horn to destroy the Wall. No, the Horn awakens the Ice Dragon that has been locked inside the Wall for eight-thousand years. And most importantly, it was angry. It wants to seek revenge on the mortals that trapped him there.
The magic of the Horn locked the bonding spell between the Night King and the Ice Dragon. It shrieks again, yanking his feet out of its confines and swooped down in front of the Night King. The Night King stood there, gazing at the translucent beast, as their pale blue crystal eyes locked to one another. He stepped forward, placing a hand on the dragon, the magic sealing their bond. Nodding in approval, the Night King climbed on. They took to the sky, their minds in sync, as the Ice Dragon raised his neck and breathed frozen fire, destroying the Wall.
Tormund and Lord Beric continued to run, making way to the other side. Both looked over their shoulders, seeing the Wall collapsing as men fell to their death. Once the Wall in that section was down, the rubble destroyed Eastwatch-by-the-Sea, leaving a passageway for the Army of the Dead to cross through. They march, forming a straight line slowly making their way down South. As the Night King lead the way on his new companion.
Bran, who watched this through his ravens, returned to his body and knew it was time to call the Banners.
Meanwhile, in the Narrow Sea near White Harbor, Alysanne shot up awake from her vision/nightmare with a scream. Jorah is woken up from surprise as he sat up. He touches her shoulder, feeling how cold it was. It was cold as ice. When he looked at her eyes, he saw an expression he never saw before — pure utter terror.
"Alysanne," He softly whispered. "What is it? What did you see?"
She turned her head slowly, her eyes still wide.
"Eastwatch is no more." She said.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"The Night King…he has broken through, and a Dragon of Ice shall wreak havoc over Westeros."
Jorah's eyes widen when hearing it.
The Long Night has begun.
I know this is a short chapter. But I felt like the destruction of the Wall deserves its own chapter.
Thus ends Season 7
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