A/N: my writers block was brutal with this chapter. It's taken three rewrites to get it where I'm happy with it. Battle scenes are not my favourite to write there is so much to convey in the scene. Enjoy!

Chapter 32: Time for Revenge

Westeros as it was previously known had now become the Frozen Waste, whole cities were engulfed in Snow Storms swallowed up by the suffocating white, disappearing from view. The forests were no longer teeming with living creatures, the trees were frozen and silent, the wind unable to sway them. The Night King had time to regroup, he found a good amount of people to recruit to his new army. Mostly isolated farmers who hadn't been evacuated in time, or members of the middle class afraid of losing their lands and possessions. They'd valiantly fought to retain their possessions and lives but he won, every time. After he regained some followers he turned his attention to any beasts of prey he could find, using their natural tendency to aggressiveness for his own purposes. He found some bears and wolves that were unable to escape his new soldiers and casting out his senses, knew there were many more. Yet after a time he was unable to find them, despite being able to feel their life energy clearly. When he went where he thought they were then they felt like they were behind him. He felt confusion for the first time in centuries, but undeterred he continued setting up the Frozen Waste as he wanted it. He took the time to visit the castles of his former enemies, Winterfell was his favourite. He stood in the Masters chambers and looked at the now empty and abandoned bed, remembering long ago the family that he had been taken from. It didn't matter now and neither did family, the only thing that remained was power. His power, and it was totally unchallenged. As he strode from the castle of Winterfell it was engulfed in snow, piling so high when he was done it couldn't be seen anymore. He watched happily as the home of his family line was buried, never to rise again. The people here had been no match for his abilities, possessing no skills in wielding their magic they had fallen with ease. Now from Dorne to the undiscovered Wintery North it was all under his control. Calm and confident he felt for the first time, total victory. And as he felt sure of his win he saw in his minds eye flashes of activity in the South. The only beings who could've survived him that possessed magic, his creators and arch enemies, the Children of the Forest. He summoned his soldiers who came scrabbling from the ground and surrounding forest and began to lead them to the Isle of Faces. Waves of his undead army rushed past him as they hurtled towards Harrenhal and he smiled as they obediently carried out his orders.

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Standing on the shores of the Gods Eye surveying the scene, the Night King noted how Harrenhal remained. No amount of snow could cover the expansive castle with towers that touched the clouds. He crossed through its courtyards and looked around the broken towers melted by dragon fire centuries in the past. Knowing there was already an ice castle of his in the north he decided to celebrate after his annihilation of his enemies on the island that Harrenhal would become his new seat of power. Turning and exiting the castle he fixed his sights on the frozen island that harboured his targets and the last possible group that have a chance of stopping his rise to dominance. This was something he wanted to relish in first hand rather than through the eyes of his undead followers but he knew he needed to use his soldiers for the first assault. The three eyed raven was dead and all the people fled, who were useless anyway, the Night King smugly knew no one would save them now.

His sights set on the island in the distance he smiles, this is the only thing standing in the way of victory, dominance and total power. Feet crunching on the snow that his magic created the Night King steps forward flanked by his followers. They swarm across the lake together, halfway across his soldiers begin to fan out and form a barrier around the island. Today, like every other day, there will be no escape. Survival is futile. He smirks to himself as he watches his followers act out his wordless commands, everything is set in place. Momentarily he ponders it's a shame none of his living enemies are here to see his final masterpiece that spells the end of Westeros forever.

All is quiet as several thousand undead stand around the island and watch, their cold lifeless eyes staring in one direction. Their target is the Isle of Faces, the Night King moves through them and comes to stand between his army and the island.

He sees movement on the island and smiles terribly, this has been a long time coming and this one will feel the best.

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The Elders huddle under the Heart tree as they receive their messengers, Ren looks grim as they tell of being surrounded and outnumbered.

Leaf looks enraged, "We have been abandoned! In our time of need we have been left to die. Once again we shouldn't have trusted anyone who isn't us!"

Ren held up his hand, Leaf stopped herself speaking at his wordless command.

"We wait a bit longer"

"How can we wait?! They are here to kill us all!" screamed Leaf losing her patience.

"I said we wait!" he returned savagely to her.

The group of Elders looked shocked, Ren had never raised his voice before and no one had ever spoken that way to Leaf.

"Elders get into position, we will fight. To the very end if we have to" said Ren with steely determination and fire in his voice.

The Elders scurried into their positions and Leaf stalked towards Ren, "Your mistakes will cost us all our lives!!"

"And your mistake cost everyone else's lives who isn't one of us Leaf. Don't for one moment think I don't know it was you and you acted alone! You're lucky to still have a head on your shoulders!"

"We don't execute our own" she hissed back to him as he readied himself to work magic through the great Heart Tree.

"If we survive today that might very well change Leaf. Tread carefully" he said in a low voice so none other could hear but with an undercurrent of anger and decisiveness.

She blanched slightly and stepped away from him.

"Don't doubt my kindness or consideration Leaf. I've overlooked too many of your shortcomings. Now get into position now, we all have a part to play today you included"

Without a thought Leaf scurried through the trees jumping over roots to reach her position. The powerful Elders worked with the trees closest to the great Heart Tree while the younger ones worked closer to the shore line. They would also be the first to fall if the island was breached.

The cold air contracted all around them and snow fell thickly as they waited for the orders to defend their home, their lives and their young who lay hidden underground.

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The snow fell thick and fast covering the island in its suffocating silence, within moments the island looked almost invisible against the surface of the frozen lake. This lake had seen its fair share of historical moments, and this would be the end of all of them. It was time to test the defences and look for weak spots, he decided to lay siege to the island and come in when all hope is lost. Like he had done countless times before knowing it was successful every time. Several mindless wights clumsily strode towards the island and entered the tree line. Bright flashes followed by the sound of defeated wights filled the air, every one of the soldiers was vanquished that time.

It didn't matter to him, he had thousands more to dispose of, next round he sent twice as many. Apply a little pressure, look for a crack or better yet kill one of the Children. He had never acquired one for his own means before that could be interesting enough f he managed to turn one.

As before his soldiers were all defeated, on and on he went until he sent through a group all at once and like he predicted exposed weakness in defence. Smiling he saw through their eyes the death of a Child of the Forest. All at once wails of sadness and fury rang through the air as they all felt the death of their comrade. He doubled the next group of soldiers to go through, dozens stumbled and snarled towards the trees and disappeared from view. The sounds of clashing didn't sound any different to before, but it was louder and coming from more than one place. Metal on metal sounded and explosions were close and hot. Thinking nothing of it he sent another group towards the island but as he looked around a sight confronted him he wasn't prepared for.

Chaos had broken out all around him, his own soldiers were snapping and snarling against one another, blue eyes aggressively fixed on the other. Undead against undead, looking all around he saw his force turning on itself. He commanded them to stop fighting which worked only for mere moments before the fighting erupted again. For the first time ever, his army disobeyed him. The fighting surged around him bumping against him and pushing him around. He shoved through them pushing his army aside so he can get to the island. He didn't have time for this, he would finish the job himself if he had to. Pushing through the unpredictable fighting was harder than he thought and in the end he used magic to part through them. Resigning himself to dispose of the entire army when his victory was assured, that was when the explosions started. Groups of his fighters were exploding into deadly green wildfire dropping hundreds around them as they were vanquished. An explosion next to the Night King knocked him to the cold ground, with the fighting surging violently over him. His own soldiers trampling him into the snow as they mindlessly fought each other. Several of their blades stabbed him as he struggled to rise to his feet, his anger was explosive now. It rushed out of him freezing dozens of fighters next to him enabling him to rise, but as he rose some of his frozen fighters exploded into painful searing green flames that tore at some of his strength.

For now the fighting was happening all around the island, the Children of the Forest watched through the trees. Keeping a safe distance from the shore, knowing they were outnumbered and had already lost one of their own. They looked on in disbelief as the Night Kings army imploded on itself with violence and wild fire.

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High above the Isle of Faces the enormous dragons, concealed by magic and cloud cover hovered. There were hundreds there powering the revolt against the Night King. Weakening his forces before they set foot on the ground, using his tactics against him just as he had used them against the people he slaughtered.

The undead army looked like distressed ants from above, scrambling and swarming over themselves. At this stage the Night King hadn't figured out what was happening. Jon saw glimpses of him, several times he disappeared underneath his own army as they trampled over him. It pleased Jon to see how things went so far, troves of his army were being vanquished by the magically created army of the undead. And when the magical undead fighters were killed they exploded in deadly plumes of wildfire, wiping out many in one go. The tide seemed to be turning, the numbers of the undead army were diminishing from the outside inward and the Isle of Faces hadn't been breached. Their allies were safe for now which relieved Jon.

Alaerya sat astride Vaella, the old dragon enormous underneath her. Her eyes were milky white as she assisted remotely defending the island. Her physical body was on Vaella but her magic form had translocated to the island.

When she arrived she looked around frantically making sure none of her allies were injured or dead, she found one young Elder dead at her post. She magically created a replacement, "Do not let them past you, take out as many as you can if they manage to get by"

The magic Child of the Forest nodded wordlessly ready to enact her orders, and Alaerya pushed on through the island. As she went more children of the Forest were magically created bolstering the islands defences. Finding Ren was a huge relief for Alaerya, his eyes rolled white and hands were pressed against the tree she touched the tree and was drawn into his vision.

"You came just in time Lady Alaerya" said Ren with relief.

"There is no way we would have left you to die, we were waiting for him to get into position"

"Not all of us were so confident you would come" he said with voice lowered.

"Yes I know, and that one will be yours to deal with if she survives. For now, defend the island with everything you have and help us keep him back"

Ren smiled sadly and bowed to Alaerya, "We will work together and end this terrible King's reign"

Alaerya simply nodded and left the vision, returning to her body. Up above on Vaella she looked down, the undead were still fighting themselves and dying in great numbers. Despite this the numbers were still too high to go on the ground just yet. Alaerya looked across and Jon was looking down watching the Night Kings movements keenly, a dark look on his face.

Several loud explosions set off synchronously wiping out a large portion of the undead army on one side. Alaerya knew it was time, glancing across to Jon she nodded, "It's time Jon"

Standing on Vaella's back Alaerya vaulted off the huge dragon and free fell to the ground. As she fell she controlled the air all around her, and she slowed to a controlled fall. Reaching out her magic she controlled Jon's descent as well, and they landed in close range to one another. Checking her weapons were intact, as did Jon they looked resolutely at each other and surged through the fighting.

The fighters parted easily for them and Jon had trouble keeping his eyes off the fight as they strode through. It was unbelievable to him that this was possible, creating an exact army to fight the Night Kings. In that moment it dawned on him that Alaerya's magic really was the only way they could survive.

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Finally breaking free of the suffocating mass of his rogue army the Night King angrily fixed his glare to the island. He knew the Children were behind this, they had to be. No one else was left and he was even more sure they needed to die the worst possible death at his hands. As he started towards the island he stopped in shock, standing between him and the island was Bran Stark. He stopped momentarily and looked in contempt at his enemy who he thought was gone for good. Seems he was wrong, the Night King grimaced internally and resolved to kill this burden to his rule. Opening his hand an ice spear formed and he smiled as he threw the spear, he knew by the zing in his hand as it left that it was on target. Instead of impaling the Stark boy it sailed straight through him into a fighter that exploded in huge explosion of green searing fire. Bran just smiled at the Night King which infuriated him even further, charging towards the Stark boy as he went to reach out to him Bran dissipated into green streaks of fire. The green fire danced all around him and dove into the Night Kings skin. The intense burning pain brought him to his knees, the agony was intense and crippling. Unable to scream he let out the only sound he could, loud crackling noises. It was terrible and angry all at once. The searing pain was accompanied by tortuous visions, people and places he hadn't thought of or cared for in hundreds of years. The thoughts barraged his mind powerfully causing him to cradle his head as he fought them off with his own powers. Nothing worked though, he was overpowered at every turn. Crippled by burning pain from the flames and splitting pain in his head this rendered the Night King weak and vulnerable. Two feelings he hadn't felt in the longest time.

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Finally Jon and Alaerya reached the Night King, he was on his knees screeching in pain at whatever magic Alaerya had worked against him. Looking around him Jon watched the army collapsing rapidly, within a short time the fighting would cease, the Night Kings army defeated. Alaerya strode ahead and Jon followed, he went to unsheath his blade and Alaerya motioned to wait. They stood side by side and watched the Night King, the snow fell all around them. Jon looked strong in his dragon hide leathers, the three headed dragon on one breastplate, the Stark wolf on the other. His long black cape slowly blowing in the wind, the cold was unbearable but seeing the Night King vulnerable warmed Jon.

"Why are we waiting, we need to attack" Jon hissed to Alaerya as they watched.

"In good time Jon" was all Alaerya replied.

Jon was on edge, he had never been this close to the undead army and not been chased or attacked. His hand closed on Blackfyre he waited on high alert. Slowly the Night King rose to his feet and glared at Jon and Alaerya, he smiled as if something had pleased him very much. Wasting no time and looking as strong as ever he marched determinedly towards them conjuring an ice spear as he approached.

"Engage" was all Alaerya said as she drew two swords from her hip and strode forward, as she walked the ice at her feet formed ice spears, and the dance began.

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He should have known there was more to Jon than he knew, they were family after all. Jon didn't possess the same sight as him so he wasn't aware of just how closely they were related. But they shared the same blood, and that blood had immense power. This is why the Children had chosen him to be Night King, the blood of Bran the Builder flowed through his veins. Of course he would be the perfect candidate to help them in their fight to survive. And they knew of his talents because of the friendship he had struck with the child who tended to the Winterfell Heart tree. He had played there as a boy and came across her one day, she hid shyly away from him at first. He came every day and slowly she began to trust him, it became something he did every day into adulthood. They became the closest of friends and he had confided in her that he was able to do magic. She was mistrusting at first but found she came to trust this sweet little boy who showed her his favourite toy, a wolf figurine of his house. Slowly and surely she came closer and closer, from there they were inseperable.

That was until the day she lured him to a tree in the far North, where he was captured and tied to a rock. He remembered the anger and betrayal he felt as she plunged the dragon glass into his heart and that fury was crystallised into every fiber of his being.

The last memory he saw before he returned to the present moment was himself as a child, happy and naive approaching this little green being.

"Hello," said the boy, eagerly at the scared being behind the tree, "don't be scared. I won't hurt you, these are my family's lands and we look after everyone who lives here. My name is Benjen Stark" As he spoke he looked around the gardens at his family's lands, the Heart Tree was still growing to what would be its full height.

The being still behind the tree looked around shyly, "Hello Benjen," it said uncertainly, "my name is- Leaf"

The vision disappeared and he saw his relative and foe standing in front of him, unsure if he was another vision he decided now was the time to end his family line for good.

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Jon had waited for this moment since Hardhome, he strode towards the Night King and they swung at each other their weapons clashing above their heads. The sound was deafening, Blackfyre glowed unearthly and bright. The Night King flashed a look of fear across his face, this sword? How could it still be in existence. Jon wielding this meant he was awakened and more powerful than him. Undeterred the Night King fought on, looking for weakness and testing his opponent for an opening. He found none, then he was being attacked from both sides. The silver haired woman began to attack, she was fast and agile, almost a blur. He was kicked and stabbed, slashed and knocked repeatedly. He didn't feel any of the blows, he just felt anger and hate. It fuelled him to keep going, pressing him to finish what he started and end the being who started him. Next thing he knew the woman had flown into the air, and was attacking him from above. He started to feel her strikes through his shield of anger and fury, he slashed at her and drew blood. She fell to the ground injured and he smiled terribly as he engaged Jon who looked worried momentarily.

What a shame he thought to himself, Jon will never know how alike we are. As he drove an ice spear through Jon's side he felt the slightest feeling of regret before it iced over and he felt nothing again.

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The pain seared through Jon's side and he felt his energy drop dramatically, he immediately thought of Aerylle. Her words echoed through his mind and he saw her showing him again a way to wield his sword. Internally his mind lit up at the sight of her and without a thought he swept his sword out and felt the energy flow through his hands and feet. The sword in his hand exploded with light and the ice spear flew out from his side and shattered. The Night King was thrown away from Jon, falling heavily on his side a short distance away. Jon noted a look of shock on the Night Kings face and hardened his resolve, he would not be leaving Aerylle alone in this world today. The Night King had to fall. Feeling the magic in his blood sing Jon charged while he was down, he'd never seen the Night King fight from the ground. He attacked from above while he was weakened, the Night King managed to hold Jon off but only barely. As Jon whirled around him he jumped to his feet with agility that was otherworldly and advanced on Jon with ferocious attacks. Neither of them wanted to fall today for vastly different reasons, the clash of their weapons made a sickening high pitched sound every time they met.

Intense flashes of light momentarily shot across the lake, seeming to come from the Weirwood trees. The Children of the Forest had started launching attacks of their own while the Night King was preoccupied. They looked to be targeting the army of the dead and keeping Alaerya and Jon from being attacked. It was working, any stray undead were killed before they reached Jon and Alaerya. Exploding into piles of bones and smoke all around them.

The Lake was truly a unique sight, the frozen lake covered with undead soldiers fighting magically created undead soldiers. The Night King and Jon fighting, Jon using magic where he could and Alaerya watching and defending Jon from wight attacks. She was conjuring more of the army of the dead with her magic to protect them. Suddenly there was a snarling and snapping sound followed by rumbling on the ground. Alaerya looked around and saw a huge number of wighted animals tearing towards her. Turning away from Jon and and the Night King she swore and conjured her fire. It leapt out of her arms and she sent fire raining down on the nearest undead animals. They incinerated in the heat of her magic and she sent a wall of flaming death at them. It stopped many, but not all of them and they felt no pain. They kept coming. She dodged an attack by an undead bear and was swarmed by a pack of undead wolves. She felt their jaws break her flesh and her blood spill onto the icy lake.

Taken by surprise she quickly regained herself and used magic and her great sword to enhance her strikes. Her undead army joined her and detonated themselves when injured to cull the undead animals advancing on her. Alone Alaerya was significantly outnumbered and likely to be overpowered, she knew the dragons were present for back up. And yet she knew the risk of the Night King injuring one was great also despite the armour they wore. Everywhere she turned there was snapping and snarling, she felt innumerable bites and scratches on her. Desperately she launched into the air and fired fire magic over them, she conjured a wall of fire that swept across the advancing animals. Killing thousands in one go, she returned to the ground and ran to meet the next wave of undead animals. They were making progress but not without casualty, she was severely wounded and she had seen Jon with an ice spear in his side moments earlier. She knew this had to end quickly, sending out her mind she called the only dragon she was willing to risk. And that was her own given how close they were both to passing into the shadow anyway.

' Vaella it's time, don't let him strike you'

Alaerya heard a deafening screech as she lifted the magic wards on Vaella, the dragon had been watching her rider struggle and be attacked countless times. She was furious and ready to avenge. The dragon unleashed such an intense wave of heat every undead animal was incinerated at once.

As she spewed fire over the animals Jon and the Night King battled on, at the appearance of the dragon Jon cut through his defence and wounded the Night King. He made his first expression of pain but fought on as if he hadn't been touched. Jon stabbed him through again and this time the sword glowed, followed by a screech from the Night King. The sword was cutting through his magical protections but it wouldn't be an easy kill. Jon grimaced and knew he had to keep going. The Night King determinedly cut through Jon's defence in return and with a skilled flick of his blade knocked Blackfyre out of Jon's hands. The glowing sword spun away into the swarm of undead battling each other mindlessly.

Without a thought Jon drew his back up sword and ignored his injuries to fight on. With Vaella returning for a second swoop Jon knew he only had a short amount of time. Slashing and blocking to save his life he knew it was time to make a move, the next opening he saw he lunged and drew all his power and focus into the ground around them. He ran his sword through the Night King and with all his power and focus had driven a huge wall of ice up behind the Night King. He was impaled and trapped, by Jon's sword and numerous ice spears that peppered him, restraining him firmly in the wall of ice.

Jon fell to his knees as Vaella finished the undead army off with huge plumes of fire before she soared away to rejoin the group watching from above.

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Jon breathed deeply with exertion as he felt the effects of a drawn out fight with his enemy, he spat and his blood stained the surface of the lake. It was then he realised in the moment he had impaled the Night King he had been impaled too. The ice spear was lodged in his gut, going all the way through. In his mind he knew he was going to die and he felt angry he couldn't keep his promise to Aerylle.

Alaerya approached and saw Jon injured on his knees, his face pale and close to death. She sent him healing, on her way to face the Night King. He spat blood again and watched her approach him, breathing heavily. Jon felt the surge in his energy and looked gratefully at Alaerya as the ice spear melted away.

Alaerya stood tall and proud in front of the Night King, he glared at her arrogantly smirking slightly.

"I bet you didn't think this was how your day would end" said Alaerya as she stood over him glaring down at him

"I've waited a long time for this"

The Night King looked up at her smiling, his cold glare boring into her, he tried to move his chest but was held in place by spears and magic. With his hand he began freezing the spears and breaking them off, he tossed them to the side. He cackled in laughter at how easy this was, he picked the spears off himself and threw them aside. On the last one dozens more flew through him impaling him again, this time deeper. His magic failed when he tried to pull them out, his torso was laden with ice spears but his magic kept him alive.

He looked at Alaerya defiantly waiting what was the come next. She simply smiled and changed forms.

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Looking up at this vile human woman he felt confident he would still succeed. He didn't need an army really, he just used them as protection so he could grow his powers. The more followers he had the more powerful he was but even without them he could still overpower any being on this continent. This silver haired witch was beautiful he noted but those things didn't matter to him anymore. They hadn't mattered for the longest time.

Yet when she smiled and transformed into the only woman he loved when he was a human ancient feelings rose in him. And horrendous memories about what he did to her as well.

The woman stood in the ice, long golden hair trailing on the surface of the lake, her pretty green eyes he had forgotten. How smooth her skin was he had forgotten.

"Have you missed me?" spoke her voice sweetly, as sweet as the first time he heard it so long ago.

He didn't respond, suddenly flashes of memories forced their way into his mind. The feeling of warmth, skin and love. The memories entered with such force his mind splintered in pain, something he hadn't felt in the longest time. Emotions welled up as centuries of suppressed feelings and thoughts rushed through him. He screamed in pain but it came out as cracked screeches, his voice gone from centuries of non use.

"You broke the agreement" her voice thundered in his mind, he fought with his magic to make it stop. It was no use, the memories continued, a little boy running through Winterfell, the same boy practicing archery and horse riding, proud parents encircling arms around him. The pain of the memories radiated through his body as his frozen exterior struggled to cope. The sounds of his army dying around them inaudible over long forgotten sights and sounds he had pushed down for the longest time. He opened his eyes and she stands before him, his love. Memories of the last time he saw her come flooding in, her pain at his rejection. Him angered by her news, a baby, of all the things a man from a noble family needed. A bastard to a town girl was the last thing he needed or wanted. He pushed her away and stormed off, she screamed in anguish in his wake. Her screams echoed painfully around his mind and his mind splintered as it struggled to maintain coherency and he recognised the pull of powerful magic sending him mad. Refusing to give in he grew angry, slowly and deliberately he began to freeze the blade and try to pull it out and free himself. His mind exploded in booming laughter at his efforts and just as he pulled it free a dozen arrows lodged him into the frozen wall. Tired from the barrage in his mind his anger didn't die down, painfully he reopened his eyes and she was gone. In her place the tall silver haired Valyrian woman, beautiful and fierce. Her eyes piercing his, "I've waited to meet you for a long time, my greatest enemy"

"I know a lot about you Benjen, it took only a few trips along the dream road to know all I need to. Bran Stark was right about you, you have weaknesses just like all of us. And now you lose"

She leaned her face close to his, her own face returned and they gazed at each other, blue dead eyes into fiery purple. Seizing the moment with the last of his strength the Night King grabbed Alaerya by the throat and pulled her closer. Jon shouted and lunged forward, as he watches from his knees the Night King digs his nails into Alaerya's face. Her blood drops onto the ground freezing at her feet, as her blood oozes over the Night Kings hands her eyes begin to freeze over and change from purple to blue. Alaerya screams and struggles against him, he digs in further with fury sending copious amounts of his magic to finish the job and turn her to become his. Jon stops in dismay, and falls to the ground, he knows this is the end. The most powerful woman in the world is dead, and the power she can wield as a White Walker will destroy them all.

Jon looked on powerless as his injury stopped his movements and he was now unarmed. Above them they heard Vaella screech and this made the Night King smile even deeper. Soon that dragon would be his.

Alaerya's blood had spilled down over his hands as he poured himself into her, she would be his most powerful creation. Totally devoted to him, and able to enslave the whole world with her power. He dramatically released her and sent her flying backwards, she fell back metres away limp and lifeless for the longest time. Jon bled heavily as he tried to reach her to help, the Night King cackling in laughter as he tried to edge closer to her. Blood streaming from behind him as he bled out slowly, desperately he tried to reach her.

Please, Jon thought, please by the old gods don't be one of them.

Jon was metres away from Alaerya when he saw her hand move, then her leg as she slowly stood. The blood had dried on her face but it was unmistakeable, her eyes were shining bright and blue. Alaerya was now the Night Kings only White Walker, Jon collapsed in shock as he watched her skin turn pale and her silver hair transform into stark white. This was it, he knew everyone was doomed now. Even with the dragons hidden above them with magic they could escape back to Valreos and enact the emergency plan. But with Alaerya a White Walker, she could reverse all the magic in place. Jon's mind swirled as he looked up at the most powerful woman he had ever known as the Night Kings newest undead soldier.

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"Kill Jon Targaryen" the voice boomed in her head, clear and powerful. She felt the coolness of the ice magic swirling within her, her body moved to obey the orders bestowed upon her. Looking down her feelings for Jon had frozen away, and looking down on the injured human with contempt for all life she smiled maliciously and touched him between the eyes. Jon's eyes momentarily flashed bright blue and he collapsed where he lay, dead and frozen on the icy lake.

At the touch of the White Walker Jon's life fell into a dark state where he felt endless falling. The last sound he heard was the sound of the Night King's loud cackling laugh.

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Vaella knew the moment her companion had been struck and turned, she screeched and swooped in the sky. The remaining dragon riders looked on uncertainly, unsure what they should do.

As Vaella screeched and mourned Alaerya they looked amongst themselves.

"Is this real? Did he really kill her?" asked one of the dragon riders in disbelief.

"If she kills Vaella, we know she's gone, we evacuate and retreat placing the magic we were instructed to as we go"

"Can't she just get through the wards?" said one uncertainly.

"We follow our instructions, hold in place until we see what she does with Vaella. She would never harm that dragon if she's herself. She's powerful and cunning, let's wait"

The dragon riders fought their instincts to evacuate and retreat, choosing to wait for what fate waited for Vaella.

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The dragons screech sounded like victory music to the Night King, today had gone better than he anticipated. He'd lost his army but when he turned that huge dragon the world would be his without question. What was losing close to ten thousand when the whole world was within reach? He had poured huge amounts of his energy into turning this woman but it was worth it. Despite feeling weakened from the process within a few hours he would feel strong again and ready to plan what was next. The woman approached him and knelt before him in total servitude to her new master.

Satisfied he had come out on top again he looked down over her white haired form and began to give his commands.

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Alaerya felt the magic of the Night King coursing through her, she felt coolness and calmly sure of victory. But also arrogant, all powerful and angry. The magic swirled through her and battled with her own, her eyes glowed bright blue and her skin paled to an icy white. Her hair changed from silver to white, she looked to her new master. Ready to serve, she bowed and kneeled for her king, the Night King.

"Release your Master" boomed his voice in her head.

She rose and began to free him, one arrow at a time, they flew from his body and he smiled a terrible smile. Jon was crumpled on the snow lifeless and still, the Night King surveyed the scene with happiness in his eyes.

Vaella continued to swoop and screech angrily, the Night King watched her with fascination. He knew what his next command would be.

"Release your Master!" he boomed to her again, she looked to him with cruel cold eyes.

"Anything you wish...Master" she spoke cooly in return.

"Turn the dragon next" his voice boomed in her mind.

Alaerya looked with icy dead eyes up at the dragon, her emotions stirred within her. Memories of their life together flashed in her mind, the dragon egg cracking, the tiny dragon sleeping next to her as a child, her first flight.

"Which do you want first master" she returned telepathically.

The Night King smiled terribly, "The dragon"

He could wait here as long as that dragon was theirs, then it didn't matter he was stuck in a frozen rock. His greed for power was greater than his need to be free.

Bowing to her master she spoke in his mind, "As you wish"

Momentarily he was confused, she stood hands behind her back and strode towards him. The dragon screeched overhead behind her in the distance, all around them lay thousands of his fallen army.

He watched as the golden spear formed magically in her hands and she smiled as she turned and made to aim the spear at the dragon flying in the distance. Vaella was screeching angrily and burning the frozen forest. With one strong throw and a primal scream from his newest White Walker, she threw the spear and it whizzed through the air hurtling towards the preoccupied dragon.

High above the dragon riders watched in anticipation, if Vaella fell they needed to get out of there and fast. As the dragon screeched and swooped the spear whistled through the air at an unnatural pace.

At the last moment when the spear was about to make impact the great dragon whipped her head around and faced the spear as it sped towards her.

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Watching in anticipation the Night King didn't question where the spear came from, he didn't care. As long as it resulted in the dragon dying and rising aligned with him it didn't matter. As the spear hurtled towards it he felt happiness well up inside of him as he waited to hear the screech of a dying dragon. A sound he had come to enjoy after he killed Vyserion. As he watched the spear burned brightly, so bright he couldn't see it any longer. He could only see the dragon whip its massive head around to meet the spear at point of impact.

The sound he was anticipating never came, the dragon spread open its massive wingspan and flew over him glaring down at him. Shielding his eyes from the bright light he looked for the spear and why the dragon was still alive.

As he wondered what was happening the spear hurtled into his chest. He heard the sickening crunch of it fusing him into the ice wall and immediately felt the burning of poison coursing through his body.

Slowly he began to bleed black thick blood, looking down he saw the intricate spear protruding from his chest. The intricate spirals and stones glowing brightly, he looked up to his only living creation. His mind blank, unable to process what had happened.

His faithful servant stood and watched smiling, thick black blood gushed out of the wound she had created, her furious blue eyes fixed on him.

"You gave all your power to someone with far greater skills than your own. I'm the master of your magic now" as she spoke the blue in her eyes swirled with purple as her stronger magic brought his under her control.

"You lose the game, and now you'll die"

The Night King watched as her White Walker features melted away and she returned to her self. The spear burned unbearably hotter and hotter as his blood mixed with the poison and the magic. Alaerya watched in satisfaction as the Night King exploded into millions of tiny ice crystals. Before he disappeared the Night King exterior had melted away revealing the lost Stark underneath. He had looked at her in defeat before he was gone in a flash of light. The ice crystals of the Night King magically formed into an icy egg that glowed momentarily. Alaerya took the egg in her hands and it disappeared at her touch.

She looked around at the devastation, the thousands of now dead humans and animals that had been turned to his cause. The smell of burnt flesh burning an acrid smell into her nostrils, she possessed the remains of the Night King and they had won. Westeros was theirs.

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Making her way to him, Alaerya gently scooped up Jon who was limp and lifeless in her arms. She made her way the short distance to the Isle of Faces, Blackfyre dangled from Jon's hand it's tip scraping through the ice as she walked. It was dirty from wounding the Night King with darkened almost black blood. The sword had magically returned to Jons side as he fell, his last action had been to grasp the magical sword. Alaerya reached the island and began her ascent to the centre of the island where the largest tree on the island grew. Making her way through the forest of Weirwoods, red leaves scraped across her face gently and she stepped over intricate swirling roots. Waiting for them was the remainder of the Children of the Forest who bowed for Alaerya as she entered the grove carrying Jon in her arms. Gingerly she laid Jon down amongst the roots of the great Weirwood tree, Ren stepped forward and handed Alaerya a weirwood leaf.

"Our gift of thanks to Jon, he helped save us and end his reign. Put it in his mouth"

Alaerya solemnly took the leaf from him and gently pushed the large leaf into Jon's mouth. She held her hand over his mouth and sent him healing, her magic melted the leaf and colour returned to Jon's face.

He remained unconscious and Alaerya looked to Ren, "He needs time, leave him with us while you begin rebuilding. We will bring him to you in a few days"

Alaerya bowed her head and fondly wiped Jon's hair from his face.

"We all have much to thank you for," spoke the aged voice of Ren, "Jon included. We wouldn't have survived without you"

Alaerya stood and sternly approached the Elder, her eyes still swirling purple and blue.

"I will remain here until his remains are destroyed never to be used again. That is the agreement of our existence together, we exist in harmony so long as his remains are destroyed. Should your magic be used again to raise a magical being of war, my people will destroy you, all of you."

Alaerya looked around at the small beings sternly, and finished by staring pointedly at Ren.

The Elder stepped forward and came to stand in front of her looking up, "This could've ended very differently Lady Alaerya, we didn't know you could resist his magic"

"I didn't know for sure either but I've overpowered dark magic before, I took a risk"

"Your risk could've cost us all our lives, and was none too different from the risk we took when we created him"

"I'll concede that my friend, I gambled with much on this path. But I had something you didn't, immense magical power I've been working with for hundreds of years. Magic so powerful I was able to see how all the different paths ahead would turn out. I took a risk but out of the options it was the best path for us all"

The Elder bowed his head and returned to gaze at Alaerya, "How do you propose we destroy his remains?"

"It has to be done in a way no magic will be able to raise him again, and it must be done in secret"

"Have you seen him rise again?"

"I've seen someone try, and I'm eliminating that possibility"

"We are in your debt so we agree to whatever terms you propose"

"We will sign contracts of magic, they will protect both parties from deceit and attack. This will be part of that contract, you and I will travel tomorrow to carry out the first act of our agreement. Meet me on the shores of the Gods Eye at sunrise"

The Elder bowed and stepped aside to reveal the injured forms of his dead. In the chaos of the fight several of their young Elders had been killed, Alaerya looked over their forms sadly coming to rest her gaze on Leaf. It was poetic that she died on the same battlefield as the little boy she had betrayed.

"Her death finishes this all" said Alaerya quietly, "but we still need to take caution"

"We will enact what your plans are my Lady. Now go, we will tend to Jon"

Alaerya knelt next to Jon and reversed the magic she put on him, immediately his skin felt warm and his breathing returned.

"You did the right thing protecting him this way. He will survive" said Ren from across the clearing.

"I'll never forget the look of betrayal on his face, I hope he understands" replied Alaerya not looking up from Jon.

"He has magic of his own, he will understand"

Alaerya stood and looked around the clearing at the allies who had helped defeat the Night King, Ren bowed to her deeply in thanks.

Alaerya returned his bow and turned exiting the grove, The Children of the Forest sprung into action and moved Jon underground to their caves for his recovery.

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Alaerya crossed the icy lake towards the waiting dragon riders assembled on the banks of the Gods Eye. Hundreds of dragons ringed the lake, their riders cheering and triumphant.

Vaella perched her enormous form on top of Harrenhal straddling the towers effortlessly. At first sight of Alaerya the massive dragon screeched deafeningly and spewed huge plumes of bright flames high into the sky.

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