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Chapter 65: The Dance of Dragons

Daenerys spared Jon one last glance, then turned from him, "Soves!" She commanded, and Drogon understood her meaning and fled the battle.

Going past the Wall, she tearfully looked below as the dead had all but overtook the large foundation. Going further South, she spotted her Dornish army and the armies of the Reach, North, Vale, and her Dothraki.

Further South, she fled till she reached an abandoned tower on a lake. Drogon landed hard, and the ice from where his feet landed cracked and splintered beneath him.

Her mind replayed hearing the sorrowful screams of her Viserion, whom she doted on the most.

Images of the dragon asleep beneath the pear tree caused her heart to ache, and to see what he has become now is something she can not bear to see.

And Jon, he looked absolutely betrayed, and as was she when she noticed Rhaegal wasn't tailing her after she fled and is not doubt fighting whatever his brother had turned into.

She dismounted from the saddle and fell to her knees, feeling weak and sick that she threw up whatever she had eaten before leaving Winterfell.

"When the mountains blow in the wind like leaves... "

Mirri Maz Dur said this long ago, and she saw it from behind her, the Wall falling like a mountain, blown by whatever the Night King did.

It was almost ironic that the curse would end in a time of great danger, that Jon would be a father and see her abandon him when he needed her most.

Her mind then flashed to that things smug look, it was glad it killed her dragon, it was glad it killed Viserion. "I will end you... " She whispered to herself and slowly rose from her position and turned to her eldest, her Drogon. "We need to go back," She's a Queen, and she won't leave her people behind to face the dead alone.

Getting back on her dragon, she and Drogon took to the sky heading North, back to the cold hell to do one thing and end the threat, end the Night King.

Back at the battle, Arthur ducked a swing from an undead Ranger, then hacked the man in two with Ice.

Looking up, he was a little intimidated seeing Jon and his dragon fighting the Night King and his undeserved prize.

The flap of the wings and the chomp of the two dragons trying to rip the others rider off could be heard along the lines where the living were trying to fend off the dead.

The battle has gotten thicker, the Dornish arrow fire had ceased as the host was forced to join the fighting, their numbers were dwindling as he thought when they joined the melee.

Jorah Mormont was to his left, again the knights urged a retreat without saying a word but he shook his head. They would fight till enough White Walkers were slain, two so far by Anders and Howland.

A White Walker finally appeared from behind the corpse of a Dothraki warrior, a Bloodrider of Daenerys who took command of the Savage host but did little in the bout against the blue-eyed foe.

Gripping Ice in his hands, Arthur rose up to the challenge.

The Walker held a short spear of ice, the demon swung at him, and Arthur ducked to evade and then struck forward, but the Walker parried the blow away.

He remained defensive, the White Walker's inhuman attacks and speed were hard to maneuver against... Then he saw it and ran Ice through the torso of the abomination and watched it shatter into fractals to the ground.

The death of the White Walker saved Howland, who was not far away and had been getting mauled by an undead bear.

"Howland, here." He held out his hand, and Lord Reed took it, but the man had sustained wounds to his stomach and left hand, his sword hand. "You should get to safety, I can handle things... "

"No, I never left your father and I won't leave- "

A sword protruded from Howland's throat, and shocked, Arthur growled in fury and killed the Wight that handled the sword. Turning, he knelt and tried to keep Howland calm, but the Lord of Greywater Watch went limp after a while.

The man had been in his confidence since the truth of Jon was revealed, and to lose him now and Jaime on the same day... It was a tragedy.

Arthur closed his eyes and rose to his feet, he stalked forward and slashed left then right and left again, felling Wight after Wight until he crossed swords with another White Walker that he dispatched due to another's involvement.

Jorah looked exhausted and so was he, "The men are tiring, Arthur, we need to retreat." The Queensguard suggested with urgency in his voice.

"We won't get far, the dead will hound us all the way back to Winterfell... " He fears they won't defeat them there, he is afraid to lose his home a second time.

Looking up to the sky, a sun of blue and orange burned brightly and cold, "We need the dragons to give us cover, come on, Jon, defeat that damned beast." He cursed and turned to Jorah before reluctantly pulling his horn and sounding the call to fall back.

Back in the sky, Rhaegal and Viserion battled over the Gift and New Gift, the fighting between the two dragons getting rough and bloody.

"Tear! Tear it, Rhaegal!" Jon shouted furiously, hoping the dragon was hearing him.

Rhaegal roared, and its claws dug into his brother's underbelly, Viserion screeched and clamped its jaws on Rhaegal's left wing in response.

Jon could feel the tide begin to turn, from the battle he was facing and the battle below as he looked and saw the living being widdled down as the grand force of horsemen started to be overshadowed by the insurmountable numbers of the dead.

The Night King knew he would be a threat and acted, Jon's hand shook as he knew there might be one thing to stop Viserion from being an enemy.

So, Jon unbuckled himself from the saddle and unsheathed Longclaw but just as he was about to jump, Daenerys and Drogon smacked Viserion from behind and the older dragon clamped its jaws on the Night King and threw him off Viserion.

Dany said something in Valyrian, and both Drogon and Rhaegal put their brother to rest and ripped Viserion's right wing and head from its body.

"Questions for later... " He said to himself, instead he flew close to Daenerys and gave her a command, "We have to retreat. We give them cover fire while the army flees." Whether his brother likes it or not, they lost this battle, and now they need to leave this place.

Below, Arthur was keeping some Wights busy while some wounded were being sent off, he swiped Ice and dismembered another corpse.

The horns were blowing when he caught from his sight, the visage of their target, "You... "

The Night King had survived his fall and was both enraged by the loss of his prize but also glad that he still had pawns to play. Purple eyes watched cold blue ones and Arthur forgone his own safety, launching forward, slicing and slashing at Wights who tried to stop him.

A smile formed on the Great Other, the Night King raised his hands and started resurrecting the thousands of fallen men and horses that chose to fight.

Arthur found himself deep into enemy lines, the escape way being blocked off by his former comrades now awake and a controlled soldier of the dead but he didn't care and kept marching close and used all his strength.

He soon was knelt, fatigue grasping him as he started to get surrounded but then like a ray of warmth did his brother and Daenerys dragons breathed flame and letting Jorah and several others ride close.

"Get on the horse!" Jorah demanded and helped him up, the knight pushed Dawn back into his hands as he had lost it some time ago.

Arthur gave one last glance to the Night King, "I will kill you... "

As Jorah was helping Arthur on his horse, a Wight with the face crest of House Waxely stabbed the older man in the back.

"Gah!" Jorah grunted and turned to kill the man, "Go," Was all the knight said as he slapped the horse to leave, and Jorah stood his ground and decided to try for the Night King himself.

He had sworn his life to Daenerys, he searched for a cure to serve her again, and now, he will die for her.

Jorah Mormont. Son of Lord Commander Jeor Mormont and the Lord Commander of the Queensguard to her Grace, Daenerys Targaryen inched close enough and began a duel with the Night King.

It would be the clash that would write songs, the once disgraced Lord of Bear Island redeeming his honor by fighting the greatest evil of their time. Jorah thought of the woman he loved, the one he would always love... Even when he lost his sword, even when the Night King brought him to his knees.

"Daenerys... You must live. I hope I served you well."

The Night King, however... Slew the Knight, and though Jorah fought bravely and saved the King of the North, he died when the White Walker snapped his head off with his own blade.

Though the battle may have been lost, the army of the living and their dragons were able to slay the Night King's prize weapon, and the final battle to decide the fates of Westeros and beyond would be made at Winterfell.

It was a bitter victory for many, the loss of Howland Reed, Jaime Lannister, Jorah Mormont, Anders Yronwood, and several Knights and minor Lords would be felt as a message that all was lost.

And it would if anyone remained at the battlefield after the Night King rose the dead that had fallen, eyes originally green, grey, and dark were turned into the same blue that all other Wights have, and even now, the very horses would be used to march on the seat of the Kings of Winter.

Mya and Ashara watched the remnants of the grand cavalry force return; hundreds were injured or dead, and those that did die on the return were burned.

She walked into Bran's chambers and saw the boy's face red with tears, "Jon and Arthur have returned... " She said, hoping this would make the boy feel less at fault.

Bran sighed heavily, looking out of his window but having a feeling the Long Night couldn't be stopped.

AN: The Battle of Winterfell begins soon, the next chapter will be a bit of everyone feeling the dread that was creeping from the North.I wanted to show that even though the Westerosi had heart, sometimes valor doesn't carry the day.

Until next time I bid you all farewell. Stay safe, and stay cool.