...Beyond the Wall...
...The Land of Always Winter...
Durge
Their forces stood ready, the lines of Wildlings armed in frozen plate armor stood grim. Trenches and palisades stood in front of them, the points of which were tipped with glowing runes. Behind the first two linesmen were archers arrows piled for easy access. Behind the three lines of archers was the main force, the Threnns. They were covered from head to toe in frozen plate, swords and axes at the ready. Unlike the wildlings the Threnns had runes carved then frozen into their flesh. The giants in their armor or riding on armored mammoths was a awe inspiring site. On a snow ledge stood Durge, in his armor sword drawn and ready. He had followed his queens orders and had brought the Frozen Crown's forces to the meeting spot. The wildlings had been against the plan and had to practically be forced to march here. Only the Threnns and giants had gone from belief in their queen. Durge snorted and narrowed his eyes. Was the storm getting thicker?
"Their, here." Growled Styr Frozen Sythe
"So they are." Murmured Hardmaw the Dogshead
Hardmaw had just had a baby girl named Harma, and Styr's boy was already beginning to speak thought Durge. How many of these fathers and spearwives would not return. No, shaking his horns, best not to worry now the queen would see them through this storm.
"Aaaaawwwwwwwoooooo!" Came the shrieking cry
"Anyone who Try's to run, and I'll brain them after this!" Roared Styr
"Who are We!" Bellowed Durge
"We are the Queens Storm!" Chanted the force
"Load Ballistas!" Commanded Hardmaw
Now, these were not ordinary ballistas, these were the giants ballistas. Trunks of trees loaded onto the runs, mammoths pulled and strained to pull back each round.
"Light Rounds!" Commanded Hardmaw
The Threnn bloodmages actived the runes carves into their flesh. The cursed blue fires lept from their hands and lit the ballista rounds.
"Knock Arrows!" Came the current Lord of Bones cry
Wildling archers drew back their bows and took aim at the shapes drawing near. Durge glanced around the Threnns and giants showed no emotion. The wildlings, however looked like they were contemplating running.
"Hold, Hold!" Durge Commanded
"LOOSE, HELLFIRE AND BRIMSTONE!" And it rained down into the snow storm. The lights fires and projectiles flew and then were gone. The kept firing round after arrow after arrow. But the storm just kept approaching swallowing sound and ammo. Then they were in it the storm. Durge felt something he had not felt before in all the years with his Queen and he was not alone all of Jadis's forces could feel it. It was cold and sharp like a blade. The fear was felt by all. Then they hit them at full speed. The whites were feral and desperate. The wildlings didn't even slow them down they frayed and broke and ran. Right into the Threnn wall of death, wildlings and whites alike were cut down. Durge had left the hill and was actually on the front lines swinging and cleaving throughout the onslaught.
Jadis...
...The fortress of The Lost Stark
Jadis looked at them with a frown. The WhiteWallers stared back with no emotions.
"Can you speak." Jadis raised her eyebrow
"Well let us decide the fate of the North!" Cried Jadis as she lept forward
...The Trident at the same time...
"The Dragon has fallen!" "The Stag has Slain the Dragon!" The cry flew across the field of battle knights and soldiers alike. They all felt and new the worst was over and the victory for the greatest battle in the rebellion.