Dragons and Thrones: Final War – Doom Upon All The World

Chapter 29 of my crossover chapter, enjoy.

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Jon

Jon grimaced as he deflected another vicious attack from the Genlocks that were trying to surround him. However he was not such easy prey and they were beginning to weaken. He could see that and, while still being cautious, he pressed his advantage. At that point he heard the yell before a Genlock fell dead, cleaved in two. It was Carver Hawke, Stroud was with him.

"The Grey Wardens stand with you!" Stroud called.

Carver nodded. "We must finish this quickly, before it's too late."

Jon nodded and joined them in fighting off the remaining Genlocks. It did not take long to finally kill them, Jon's determination and the skills of the Grey Warden's overpowering the monstrous creatures.

"The battle still rages, both here and in the sky!" Carver cried out. "We need to do something!"

Stroud shook his head. "All we can do, is keep fighting!"

Jon however, had other ideas, for at that moment, he looked up and spotted the Night King standing atop a mound, overlooking the battlefield.

'The Night King, the Great Other...The source of darkness, the leader of the Others and the Wights.' He reflected. 'That's how this will end, there is no other way, it has to end!.'

His mind was made up, even as the Grey Wardens led the Night's Watch on, even as the battle continued to rage, the Free Folk now also charging, Jon made his move. He broke ranks and charged towards the mound. He had to take the battle to the Night King, it was the only way to end this once and for all.

He knew a sneak attack would be impossible anyway, so he did not try to mask his approach. Sure enough, the Night King stood waiting for him as he reached the top of the mound, swords drawn.

There were no words, he wasn't sure it was capable of speaking and did not care to find out. Instead he cautiously advanced, ready to attack. They soon met and their blades clashed with a dull ringing sound, sparks flew between their blades and soon they were pushing against each other trying desperately to overpower the other.

Finally they pushed away from each other and Jon attacked again, but each strike was deflected. The Night King faced the same issue, Jon was careful to block or dodge the strikes made by his enemy.

'This, this bastard...he's taunting me, he knows the damage he is doing and now he's taunting me.' He thought angrily.

With that he yelled and lashed out. He struck again and again, but the Night King easily deflected his attacks and it was only too late that Jon realized he was being baited and had fallen right into the trap. With a vicious backhand the Night King knocked Jon to the ground. He landed heavily and his sword fell from his hand, just out of reach. The Night King approached, sword raised, ready to finish him off.

Jon grit his teeth as he struggled to recover. He was still on the ground, trying to get back to his feet. But it was no good; everything was still spinning, the blow that knocked him down left lingering pain. Just enough that he couldn't move without feeling it, yet he was so disoriented that he couldn't make sense of his surroundings.

'It's still there; I need to, I need to...' He thought desperately.

He tried to reach for his sword, which lay just out of reach. The Great Other began to approach him, clearly in no hurry. Jon wasn't surprised, he was currently helpless, the almighty creature had all the time in the world, he was debilitated and could hardly hope to recover in time. Soon the Great Other stood over him, sword in hand, ready to deliver the final strike. Jon reached out one last time, his fingertips brushed the pommel of his sword, but he'd never be able to get a grip.

An overwhelming feeling of despair overcame him. 'It's over, I...I failed, I failed Westeros, the world, the Night's Watch, the Free Folk...Everyone. The battle is lost...'

His mind continued to race, then there was a shout. He started and the Night King briefly stumbled, more surprised than hurt. Jon gasped in horror as he saw.
"Ygritte, no!"

But there she was, spear ready, glaring, standing between him and the Night King. He struggled to reclaim his sword and get to his feet, before his worst fears were realized. But the Night King was quicker and, as Ygritte attacked with her spear again, he grabbed it, yanked it from her hands and struck out with his sword.

Jon wasn't sure what happened first, him getting his sword and acting in desperation, Ygritte's escape attempt, or the burst of magic. But in the end, he staggered back and then froze. The Night King remained stoic.

But Jon felt a cold rage gripping him. Ygritte lay on the ground, her spear broken, the snow was stained with blood, her left side awash with it, she was struggling to move, but was still alive. But Jon still felt angered. Then he saw the source of the magic, the Elven Mage Solas had arrived.

"Jon, focus, you must finish this, now!" Solas yelled out. "Just be ready to fight, leave the rest to me!"

Jon nodded, trying hard to calm down; but then they heard the roars and realized, to their horror that Corypheus' dragon had won it's battle. But then, surprising them, it fled, Corypheus on top of it too. This was followed shortly afterwards by the Darkspawn fleeing.

Turning back to his enemy, Jon glared, but then saw it hardly seemed perturbed. Solas meanwhile began gathering the energy needed for a spell. Jon knew he'd have to protect him to ensure this worked. But at the same time, he needed to defend Ygritte who was still struggling to get out of the way.

It was at that moment the Night King's expression finally changed, an expression almost akin to concern, it was looking, with that expression on it's face, at Solas.

He kept up the fight, keeping the Night King from attacking anyone else. It tried to fight back, but then it happened. Solas unleashed his magic, Jon felt a massive surge of power, and flames burst from his sword. The Night King growled, it was afraid. Jon glowered.

"It ends here." He snarled.

Jon struck out now, striking blows at the creature, aiming for the head. He struck once, twice, three times, all three were blocked but then, for the fourth blow, he changed, mid-swing and thrust his blade through the creatures chest, piercing it easily, his blade flared and the Great Other let out a deafening roar of agony. The Great Other dropped it's blade, its limbs trembled and it glared at Jon hatefully, before it's eyes dimmed.

"You are finished." Jon growled.

With one more roar the Great Other let out its agony and rage before suddenly, it utterly disappeared, with a concussive blast which knocked Jon clean of his feet.

The effect was immediate, as Jon forced himself upright and over to Ygritte's side, holding her close as Solas approached them and quickly got to work with his magic, healing them. He heard the shouts and cheers from the allied forces, the dimming sounds of clashes and inhuman roars until finally, another shout went up.

A shout Jon never thought he would hear, one that was a blessed relief.

Victory.

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.

Now we end the Battle at the Wall too, the three allied forces have all won great victories and obliterated Corypheus' armies. But Corypheus himself is still alive and still out there, along with his Dragon, what this bodes for the future is uncertain at the moment. But for now, let us at least rejoice for the battles have ended in victory for our heroes.

As a side note, some characters storylines have in fact ended, the following characters are the only ones who still have chapters left:

Solas (3)
Jon (1)
Bran (2)
Hawke (1)
Arya (2)
Varric (2)
Briala (1)
Leliana (1)
Eddard (1)