~:Attacked:~
~:Jon:~
Jon had been asleep for a few hours when he woke to hear Ghost scratching at his door. "Do you want to go out boy?" He asked sleepily before yawning softly and lighting the candles that sat on the old wooden table beside his bed. His chamber was dark and the shadows danced to the flickering flames.
Ghost silently looked over to Jon with his piercing red eyes before turning to face the door and start scratching again. Jon could see that his loyal direwolf was restless. Maybe he was hungry or maybe he urged for the thrill of the hunt. Either way Jon knew that he would get little sleep unless he let Ghost out to roam.
Jon sighed as Ghost started to scrach at his door more frantically after hearing a loud crashing sound and men shouting in panic. Jon instantly sat up on his bed feeling alarmed as Ghost looked over to him again. Getting up he grabbed Longclaw as the door to his chamber suddenly flung open. "What is it?" Jon asked looking over to Tormund who stood in the doorway holding his sword.
"You're never going to believe this." He replied. The look on his face told Jon that Tormund himself couldn't believe what he was about to say. "We're being attacked by a dragon."
Jon's eyes opened wide in shock, he could feel his heart starting to race in his chest. "But, how...are you sure" He started to question as another loud crash could be heard throughout Castle Black.
"Big angry fucking thing with wings." He replied
Tormund had been drinking, Jon could smell it on him even half way across his chamber. But even he couldn't mistake a dragon no matter how much soured goats milk he had drunk could he? 'Arya had promised to bring dragons to help us, not fight us' He thought to himself, confused and a little shocked by it all.
"There's no time." Tormund said, giving Jon a rough shove to shake him out of his thoughts before leading him outside.
The night was icy cold and Jon's breath steamed from his mouth and nose. There was no sign of the dragon itself, but the destruction of parts of Castle Black could be seen all around, along with several of his brothers of the Night's Watch and just as many wildlings laying dead or injured in the snow.
Some of the men were aiming and firing arrows high into the night sky. Even Wun Wun the giant was hurling rocks the size of a cow, trying to knock the dragon from it's flight.
"Seven Hells." Jon muttered as he looked up into the moonlit sky and saw something he never thought he would see. Two black, dead, ragged wings stretched out maybe a hundred feet across as the long dead dragon circled high above. The snarl it made echoed against the stone walls of Castle Black. It looked nothing like the pictures of the dragons he had read about in books as a child growing up in Winterfell. They were grand, ferocious, proud looking beasts. This dragon looked cold and twisted, ragged even. A vicious, evil beast that looked like it came from one of the seven hells themselves.
"White Walkers?" Jon asked, gripping Longclaw's grip a little tighter in his hand as he continued to look up at the dragon.
"No sign of them." Tormund replied, much to Jon's relief.
"We have to make it land." Jon said turning to Tormund knowing they had never faced a foe like this before. Nobody had.
Jon and Tormund had fought against each other during the battle of Castle Black. They had fought alongside each other at Hardhome trying to fend off the White Walkers. But this was nothing either of them had faced before. They had become allies, friends even, knowing the war ahead of them. But neither of them had expected to face a dragon.
"Right." Tormund replied with a nod.
"Aim for the wings, and when it lands we hit it with everything we've got." Jon continued.
"At least it's not breathing fire or we'd really be fucked." Tormund replied with a grin as he firmly gripped Jon's shoulder with his huge hand. He didn't seem bothered at all by the dragon, or maybe he just wasn't showing it. He ran over to the far side of the yard to form up the wildlings, trying to get them organised which was easier said than done.
Jon couldn't help but smile and grabbed a bow to aim up at the black dragon flying above.
"Aim for the wings." Jon shouted above his men, trying to rally them as he released his arrow.
"Bring it down." Tormund yelled, urging on the wildlings that fought beside him.
~:Bran:~
"You cannot" The Three Eyed Raven said calmy as he looked down at Bran, imprisoned by the twisted roots of the Heart Tree that grew around and through him, trapping him.
"I have to." Bran replied as he shook his head, grabbing a handful of dry dirt in his right hand and watching as it slid between his fingers. He'd been stuck inside the cave for so long he had almost forgotten what the sky looked like. The sun, the moon the stars. Wisps of snow that fell during the summers snows back in Winterfell, the cold flakes melting on his cheeks and the cool summer breeze blowing through his hair.
What he wouldn't give to be able to walk and run and ride again. To climb and see the parts of Winterfell that no others could see. To shoot arrows in the yard, ride horses and play swords with Jon, Robb or even Arya.
"If you do this you could die, there is nothing I can do to help you." The Three Eyed Raven replied, interrupting his thoughts. He knew this moment would come, dreaded it even. It had come much sooner than he expected. The boy wasn't ready, wasn't strong enough. But what choice did they have?
"I can do this. I have to save them." Bran said. He couldn't just sit by and do nothing.
"If you don't Jon Snow may die and the fragile alliance between the wildlings and the Night's Watch may be destroyed. We cannot afford to lose Castle Black. The war will be over before it has even started." The Three Eyed Raven said after a long pause, knowing the truth of the situation. "Remember your training Bran."
Bran sighed and took a few deep breaths, concentrating and remembering his training. His eyes rolled back and turned white as he suddenly found himself flying high above Castle Black, feeling sharp little pains in his wings and nearly being hit by a rock that was thrown by a giant far below.
Bran could feel the dragon trying to fight him and saw through it's icy blue eyes as it swooped to land at the top of the Wall, flicking several men of the Night's Watch over the edge with his tail before snapping up a female wildling in his jaws and biting her clean in half. He could taste the warm blood in his mouth.
Bran concentrated and fought harder to try and control the dragon, but it still resisted him as it took off to fly again, picking up a huge boulder of ice as it flew into the night sky, dropping the ice boulder onto the castle far below with a mighty crash, causing untold damage and destruction.
Bran could see as the dragon swooped before he finally gaining some control over the undead beast. The dragon tried to resist but Bran fought harder, concentrating and finally taking full control for a moment. He swooped down and landed with a thud in the middle of Castle Black, sending snow in all directions, though the dragon still tried to fight him.
~:Jon:~
"We did it" Tormund shouted over from behind the undead dragon as it landed with a thud making the ground shake below them and snow fly.
Jon looked around at the broken bodies of his brothers from the Night's Watch and Wildlings that had fought alongside them. Blood staining the perfect white snow a deep crimson.
Parts of Castle Black were heavily damaged from the savage attack, some were utterly destroyed. Bricks, broken glass splintered wood lay everywhere.
"Look out!" He shouted over to Tormund as he saw the dragon spin around, but it was too late. All Jon could do was watch as the dragons tail swept across to smash into Tormund and the wildling men that stood beside him, sending them through the air and breaking their bodies as they hit the stone walls of Castle Black.
"NOW!" Jon yelled as he shot his crossbow at the dragon's head, his anger boiling over at Tormund's death.
The tattered black dragon stared back at Jon with it's icy blue eyes, suddenly and strangely calming as it started to crawl over to him using it's black leathery wings, being hit by arrows and crossbow bolts from every direction as it moved. Some of the wildlings threw their axes at it or rocks, anything they could find.
"It's weakening." Jon shouted above the chaos, firing off another arrow from his bow. "Wun Wun" Jon shouted up to the giant that towered above him.
Steam came out of the giants mouth and nose as it grunted. Jon watched as Wun Wun picked up a fallen log like it was a small twig and walked over to the dragon. It was seriously weakened but still trying to crawl over to Jon. It was strangely calm.
Wun Wun raised the log into the air and brought it crashing down onto the dragons head, over and over until it had stopped moving.
"Is it dead?" Delorous Edd asked Jon, looking at him as he stood beside him.
"Where were you?" Jon asked as he looked back at Edd, a little suprised at his sudden appearance.
"I was having a shit." He replied truthfully before looking over at the motionless dragon. "You better make sure." He said to Jon, looking back at him.
Jon nodded in agreement and drew Longclaw before burying the Valyrian blade into the top of the dragon's head. "Burn it." Jon said calmly, not knowing if fire would be effective or not, but what other choice did they have?
Castle Black had suffered some heavy damage and many brothers of the Night's Watch and Wildlings lay dead or wounded. With Tormund dead, Jon only hoped that the fragile alliance with the Wildlings hadn't died with him.
~:Three Eyed Raven:~
For countless years he had been trapped in the cave, a prisoner of the roots that now entangled him and grew through him. Countless times he wished he could have gotten free, but none more than now as he looked down through the gloom upon the lifeless body of Bran.
"Go now. return to Castle Black and tell them what happened here." He said as his attention turned to Meera and Hodor. "Tell them of Bran's sacrifice. How he saved them. Take as much dragon glass as you can carry and may it serve you well in the war to come."