Dragons and Thrones: Final War – Doom Upon All The World
Chapter 15 of my crossover story, enjoy.
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Cullen
Cullen grimaced as he pushed back against the blade of the Wight that was attempting to attack him. He knew things were looking grim. They were still outnumbered and a third wave had arrived, with more Darkspawn and Wights, Cullen couldn't deny he was growing more apprehensive.
'This is not going well; we're being pushed back, even after gaining some ground after defeating that first wave...' His thoughts raced.
But he then stopped, just as the Wight that was attacking him was struck by fire and killed. The reason he stopped however remained, he could hear the cries and shouts.
Shaking his head, he found himself taking a step back. 'Oh no, no, no, no...Maker no...'
There, having caught the full attention of the gathered army, was the Red Lyrium Dragon; a terrifying sight against the darkened sky, despite it being almost midday, the sun blotted out by shadows. Cullen could just make out the silhouette of Corypheus on the creatures back.
"He's here...just as we feared..." Cullen whispered. "Stand firm! Don't let him rattle you, he is dangerous yes, but he is not unstoppable, or invincible!"
There were further shouts; but also cries and Cullen cried out himself, just managing to raise his shield in time to block a Hurlocks attack, he cut it down, turned and swiftly decapitated the Shriek before it could strike. He knew those cries he was hearing, unlike him, they were cries of pain, or agony, people in their army being injured or even killed.
Cullen's heart felt heavy as he thought about those people.
'So many brave souls...lost or, out of action.' He thought sadly. 'We have lost a good portion of our strength already, all because that cursed thing showed up!'
At that point there was another roar and suddenly, the Red Lyrium Dragon unleashed it's corrupted breath, but not at any of them not at the gathered army.
"What is it-" Cullen gasped in shock.
He was cut off by the devastating explosion and nearly fell off his feet. He heard the screams and the sound of stone, rubble, crumbling, hard impacts, more screams being cut off. When he finally got back to his feet and looked back, his was frozen in disbelief; he wasn't the only one.
Thanks to the Red Lyrium Dragon, Corypheus had ensured Westeros would now be vulnerable to attack, it's breath had utterly destroyed the Wall.
They were now all that was standing between the massive army of Darkspawn, Wights, Others and the Night King, not to mention Corypheus and the rest of Westeros, of all those innocents, currently unaware of the slaughter that would await them if they failed.
"No...We can't..." He whispered.
There was silence apart from the howling wind, blowing the snow around; the roar of the Red Lyrium Dragon and then, with a look of triumph, the Night King raised his arm and the entire enemy army surged forwards, ready to finish them off.
But at that moment, Cullen noticed something else, Corypheus was launching a spell, one that was powerful enough to kill several of them at once, destroy a portion of the army and open a gap for the enemy to attack.
"Templars, quickly!" He bellowed.
They had no other choice and they had to deflect the spell. They heard his shout and passed it through to the other Templars who might not have heard and so, the Templars all focused their powers together and then unleashed it. Only just did they successfully deflect the spell. The spell flew back and struck the Red Lyrium Dragon which roared in pain and turned, flying away out of sight.
"I think we...we injured it." The Templar next to him remarked.
He nodded. "We've got a reprieve, we need to take advantage of it."
Despite seeing their dragon leaving, the opposing army, due largely to the undead or monstrous nature, did not falter. But Cullen was glad to see the allied forces had their morale restored and with their own devastating roars, the three Targaryen dragons flew past again, unleashing their fiery breath against the Wights and Others.
"Now; quickly!" Cullen bellowed. "Pass the word, this is our chance!"
Word was indeed passed and more shouts were heard, more leaders giving encouragement to their men and soon they were fighting back against the Darkspawn and Wights.
As he fought through the throng of enemies, Cullen could see others doing the same. He could also see the dragons launching another attack, the Wights, Others and this time, Darkspawn that were caught in their attack were destroyed, much to his relief.
'But still we struggle on, this will not be over for some time yet.' He noted.
But he still had to fight. So he cut down another two Hurlocks, taking note of those with Dragonglass, either in dagger form or arrow form, were doing what they could to slay the Others. Meanwhile they continued to fight through and kill those who escaped the Dragon's flames.
"Templars, fight on, we must play our part, we cannot let the enemy advance any further, we are the last hope for Westeros!" He cried out.
With a rallying cry, he led the charge as they cut through more of the enemy, Cullen growled as he cut down a Genlock. Spun and deflected the Hurlock, impaled it; blocked the attack of the Shriek with his shield, used the Hurlock to shield against another Hurlock.
He cut them both down and advanced. But then he stopped as he realized; he had somehow been separated from the rest of the army, was stuck in a clearing and there, standing opposite him, sword ready, was an Other.
End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.