Rhaegar and Drogon needed only a single bound to clear the castle walls and take flight. Each dragon carried their rider and five of their most fierce fighters as they flew straight for the Night King and his White Walkers. They touched down a hundred yards from the Night King who answered by taking flight with Viserion. Daenerys took off with Drogon immediately and Rhaegar followed his mother and brother. Jon, Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, Arya, Brienne, Merry, Pippin, Goldilocks and Faramir were left atop the hill to deal with twenty five White Walkers. The Hobbits and Gimli had been given dragonglass daggers and Legolas kept his quiver full of the dragonglass arrows he had found. The White Walkers covered the ground much too quick and caught them off guard. Aragorn was the first to be attacked. His sword, Enduril, managed to parry the blow. He made quick work of the enemy and slew him. The rest of the warriors held their ground against the White Walkers as well. The Hobbits' elusiveness kept them out of the White Walkers' reach and they slashed at their legs with the dragonglass daggers. Jon barely managed to fend off two White Walkers and was only saved when Arya spiraled through the air with Needle.
Aragorn killed another White Walker and spun to a perfectly aimed javelin lodged in his chest. He collapsed onto his stomach and his blood darkened the snow. Both sword and crown slid off the side of the hill and into the battle raging below. The Night King's vile grin spread as he reached for the second spear strapped to Viserion's side.
"Aragorn!" Legolas cried as he ran to his fallen friend. He fired his last arrows before he dropped to his knees and lifted Aragorn's head carefully. Gimli quickly joined him.
"Nooooooo!" Gimli became enraged. He threw three axes in a flash and all three smacked into the back of the closest White Walker. They did no harm. "Agghhh!" Gimli yelled as he slammed his bulk into the White Walker and drove the dragonglass dagger into his chest.
Anduril fell to the ground behind Eldarion. He always recognized the clang of his father's sword. The crown of Gondor rolled through the snow and under Isuldii's foot. She glanced down quickly to identify the object and quickly realized what the fallen silver truly meant. She scooped the crown and bounded for her brother. Eldarion traced the path of the sword to the White Walkers fighting some of his friends on the hill. He and Isuldii scrambled to their father's sword and picked it up. Eldarion had always wielded his father's sword as a child but never thought it one day would fall to him in battle. He motioned to Elfwine and the three young warriors began their ascent up the hill. They overcame the hill just as Goldilocks and Faramir ended the final White Walker they faced.
"Father!" Eldarion cried upon seeing his father's body. His sister, Isduldii, rushed to his side. The sobbing siblings lifted their father's lifeless body with Elfwine's help. The wind whirled and encircled them as the dragon's thunderous wings cut into the air and Daenerys abruptly touched down.
"The Night King evades me in his cowardice." Daenerys said. She hopped off Drogon and mounted Rhaegal. "Jon, take Drogon and return to the castle. I need Rhaegal's quickness to catch the Night King. The rest of the White Walkers are dispersed through the battlefield." Daenerys said.
Jon held Daenerys' gaze. "Be careful, Dany." He said.
The warriors carefully carried Aragorn's body and mounted Drogon one by one. They flew back to the castle as Daenyerys continued her pursuit of the Night King.
The hole in Winterfell's wall had now begun to become overrun. Drogon dropped off his riders at the stables and took flight towards the wall to stop the invasion. The Golden Company had been ramming the southern gate and were near success in breaking through it.
"We must ride together and overtake them." Jon said. He then mounted his horse and the remaining warriors did the same. Even Tyrion grabbed his battle axe and accompanied the host on horseback with. Rage and despair consumed Tyrion upon learning of his brother's death and he demanded to join the charge.
The wooden gate cracked and eventually shattered open as the mammoth forced its great weight against the chain attached to both it and the castle gate. Euron Greyjoy burst though in a screaming fury. He had both of his axes in hand and sprinted towards the now mounted heroes. Jon evaded Euron's swings and split his face in two with Longclaw as his horse galloped out of the gate. They pummeled the foot soldiers and turned toward the remaining elephants. Legolas' arrow slipped through the armor of an elephant and into its eye. It stumbled over its legs as it waddled from to left and right. The armored elephant came much too close to Jon and Arya. Their horses toppled over and they were now on foot in the midst of the great beasts. Brienne charged toward them as the mercenaries closed in on the unconscious Jon and Arya. Two mercenaries of the Golden Company approached their bodies and were greeted by Nymeria and Ghost, the Stark's remaining Direwolves. They swiftly leapt over the dead elephant and ripped the mercenaries throats out. The direwolves licked their companions awake.
"Nymeria!" Arya cried as she hugged the direwolf. "I knew you'd come home, girl."
Jon ruffled Ghost's ears. "Good boy Ghost." He added. Another mercenary climbed atop the elephant and was met by Brienne and Oathkeeper. She sliced him across the back and kicked him off the elephant before she extended her hand to Arya. As Arya took her hand a look of confusion came across Brienne's face before she turned around. A lone arrow stuck in her back. Another hit her in the stomach and she doubled over. Then a third and final arrow hit her in the chest and she collapsed. The mercenary archer knocked a fourth arrow and took aim at Arya and he loosed the arrow just as The Hound chopped him in half with his great sword. The arrow sailed harmlessly above Arya and into a tree.
Bronn, Theon and Jorah galloped furiously as each of their horses carried a wagon full of dragonfire barrels through the Wolfswood and towards Winterfell. "Well fuck." Bronn said as he caught sight of the razed castle. Blue fire poured above them and into the Wolfswood. The Night King was trying to destroy them and the wildfire before it could be brought into play. Rhaegal and Daenerys followed him close behind. Daenerys pulled Rhaegal up and they ascended high above the Night King and Viserion. The Night King swooped just above the treetops to find the wildfire and that's when Daenerys made her move. She hurled them towards both the earth and The Night King. He looked up in time to see Daenerys leap from Rhaegal and drive the dragonglass dagger into his chest. All four of them smashed into the Wolfswood and onto the wagons of wildfire.
Only the dripping of the wildfire caused Jorah to come to. He opened his eyes in time to watch the Night King rise. Daenerys had missed his heart by less than an inch. Jorah frantically looked for Bronn and Theon only to find their lifeless eyes staring at him from the ground. He tried to rise but cried out in pain and fell. His arms and legs were broken.
"Khaleesi." He managed. The Night King spun around and stepped over his dead dragon toward Jorah. Jorah glanced up again and could see his Queen next to Rhaegal's head. With tears in her eyes she whispered softly into her dying dragon's ear.
"Dracarys." Khaleesi uttered with her final breath.
None survived as the wildfire exploded the Godswood and sent a shockwave through Winterfell. The remaining White Walkers and wights all collapsed as their King had fallen. Jon watched Danaerys and Rhaegal plummet to the earth and yet he waited for them to arise out of the Wildfire. Drogon's whining forced him to accept what he already knew: Dany was gone.
Arya was the first to break the silence after the explosion.
"What about Cersei?" Arya asked Jon.
"What about her?" Jon replied.
"Let me have her." Arya said.
Jon rose from his knees and nodded toward his sister. "Except I'm coming with you. I do suppose it's my throne now." Once whirling and furious the snow now softened as it came upon the earth. A brief opening in the cloud wall above forced Jon to squint for his eyes hadn't laid upon a ray of sunshine in months. The clouds swiftly recovered and closed in the lone hole in their shield wall but the momentary lapse was enough to rekindle Jon's hope.
Through chokes and tears Eldarion brokenly spoke to his friends both old and new. "There's an envoy of Eagles on their way to carry my father's body back to Minas Tirith. He would not wish us somber on this night. Nor would he want us to forget our dead. So tonight we celebrate our beloved dead!" Eldarion raised his glass and bowed his head. He refused to let the first time the men see their new King be with mist in his eyes. Eldarion gathered himself. "I would like to also extend a royal welcome to all those who wish to visit our great city of Gondor. I know you lost your Queen as we did our King and that cannot be forgotten. I believe that together we can rebuild both our countries and forge a new future." The Great Hall of Winterfell erupted in applause and cheers.
Hours of wine and music and good food followed and helped to put the survivors of the Great War at some sort of ease. Tyrion eyed Gimli and the Hobbits with great suspicion as they were sitting around the table drinking wine. "Perhaps I am a hobbit after all," Tyrion said. "For they call me a dwarf. Yet you, Gimli son of Gloin, are a true dwarf! Hobbits seem much more compatible with my lifestyles anyhow. A merry folk indeed." He finished. Pippin, Faramir, Goldilocks, Merry, Gimli and Tyrion all laughed heartily as they clinked glasses.
Cersei sat alone on the Iron Throne and read the raven's message. Rage and grief overtook the Queen upon learning of the horrid defeat she suffered. Cersei sought solitude and sent her guard from her sight. Both The Golden Company and the Lannister army had been wiped out along with her brother. The Night King had been defeated and now Ned Stark's bastard required her to bend the knee. She glanced up from the letter as the throne room doors swung open. It was Jamie.
A sudden smile swept over Cersei. "How is this possible?" She asked Jamie.
"I could never forget you, Cersei," Jamie reassured as he slowly approached his sister on the throne. A swift shadow swooped high above and darkened the entire city of King's Landing. Cersei's smile quickly dissipated.
Drogon's screech shattered the windows of the throne room and his landing on the roof sent forth a tremble which Cersei felt deep within her bones. Her jaw dropped in disbelief and she slowly faced her brother again.
"The North always remembers." Arya removed Jamie's face from hers and slit Cersei's throat with the same dagger meant to end Bran's life so long ago.