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Nerves, panic and fear, all things running through the bodies of the Northerners that are able to fight, Duncan hates the fact he's sitting in the crypts playing babysitter while other men fight for the North, it's his dream to fight beside a Stark, sure he has done that before but this is so much more different.

Elis: Go.

The women and children sat around hoping their husbands and fathers will be okay, Aemon seemed to be on edge as well, the young 5 year old looking around the Stark catacombs as he sat there waiting, his mother gone and his father, on the head of the metaphorical spear.

Elis: I can handle this.

Duncan nodded his thanks and ran out the crypts, sword on his side while Aemon watched him go, Aemon's curiosity got the better of him and followed, Duncan ran through Winterfell as Sansa and Arya watched, Ghost and Midnight with the Dothraki running into the Night Kings' army, they could only watch as the flames from the Dothraki swords slowly went out, one by one, now fear returned to the men and women that were once hopeful, as Kenway said, the Gods have no say in this.

The Dothraki retreated, or at least the few that are left alive, their not a race of people known to run so that didn't help the fear in them, Jorah came back nearly hanging off his horse, Ghost and Midnight are nowhere to be seen, Kenway drew his sword from his back holding it in his right hand then gripped his axe in his left as the sound of charging got closure and closure, eventually the army of dead were in sight, causing the battle to get underway, everyone fought their best but the numbers were getting the better of them, Kenway throw his axe into a dead man's chest, ducked a wild swing, then drove his sword into another, Kenway picked up his axe again and got ready to keep fighting, it was made easier when Drogon flew above them taking out a large chunk of the Night King's army.

Kenway: She's awesome.

Rhaegal and Viserion were close behind, streams of fire shooting from their mouths onto the white covered ground, this seemed to change the course of the battle, Sansa and Arya watched horrified as a storm came out of nowhere and engulfed the fight stopping Deanerys and the other dragons from picking out between the living and dead.

Arya: Get down to the crypts.

Arya turned to her older sister, Arya is equipped enough to fight while Sansa isn't, Sansa's not a fighter, she's a leader, her place is in the crypts with the others who cannot fight, the last thing they need is the distraction of protecting her.

Sansa: I'm not abandoning my people.

Sansa argued, it's not very Stark like to do things straight away, they have to argue first, Arya however didn't give her room to argue as she tugged a dagger out of her belt and held it towards the potential future to Winterfell.

Arya: They're not your's yet, they're Kenway's. Now, take this and go. Make sure to stick them with the pointy end.

Arya said as Sansa uneasily took the blade, Sansa seemed to realise her being here was the worst thing for everyone so she joined the others down into the crypts, in the Godswood, Theon and the rest of the Greyjoy's surround Bran as the snow storm got more and more dense making it near impossible to see two feet in front of your face, this was a struggle for the living as Jamie Lannister cut an undead down, he was caught unaware a dead man jumping on his back, that ended when Kenway pulled him off and drove his sword into it on the floor.

Kenway: Back to back!

Jamie did as both Wolf and Lion stood back to back fighting off the many undead coming at them, neither ever thought they'd be in this position but they are, both fighting to survive.

Jamie: Not so bad for a Wolf!

Jamie side stepped a dead women, letting her impale herself onto Kenway's sword, Kenway quickly drew it back out after blocking an attack with his axe and cutting down the undead before him that wanted to do the same.

Kenway: Not too bad for a Lion.

They both shared a chuckle while they kept fighting, Kenway however needed to keep all the other's in mind, he's in charge here this is his fight, his battle and his men getting slaughtered by the undead, so he made the call he didn't want to make to a little later.

Kenway: Everyone! Back to Winterfell! Fall back!

Tormund copied his call as they all started to make their way back to the castle gates, fighting as they went back, Kenway stumbled tripping over a dead body and braced himself for death, only it didn't come and he saw Duncan above him with his sword in the undead corpse.

Duncan: What would you do without me?

Kenway sighed and shook his head with a smile, he hates when people don't follow orders but this might be one he'll have to let slide, Duncan helped him up to his feet so they could get through the gate.

Lyanna: Open the gate!

She called and the call was echoed, till the gate was opened, the snow coming down more now then it probably ever has, the cold being ignored by all as they went to the last line of defence, Kenway stopped at the gate as he made sure as many got in as possible, maybe 100,000 started this battle, he'd be surprised if there's 10% of that left now.

Grey Worm: Protect the retreat! Stand your ground!

After his call Kenway cursed a little, the Unsullied pride will get him killed, although them holding the dead back has helped a lot, allowing them to get the wounded and injured into the walls of Winterfell, Kenway brushed as many into the walls as he  could before feeling a sharp pain his his right side, Duncan heard his pained yell then watched as Kenway backhanded the dead man before quickly breaking it's neck, he then took the blade out his side and used it to kill who just stabbed him, Duncan was more surprised to see Kenway's new wound pretty much close instantly.

Duncan was in the room when Bran told everyone about Kenway not being alive, seeing it is another thing entirely and he's just what they need to stop the Night King, The Unsullied and Dragons are the only things between the living and undead, something that they are honoured to do, the Unsullied are fighting bravely while stepped towards the trench's they built, those should keep them out for a little while.

Kenway: As soon as everyone's in, lock the gates! Give me a bow!

Kenway climbed up the steps tossing away the small dagger that just stabbed into him, a few men nodded to his orders as they ran to protect the gate, Duncan being one of them, Kenway was handed a bow while stepping beside his sister Arya.

Arya: You look like hell.

Kenway chuckled to her as he aimed the bow and loosed taking down a dead women, he smirked to his little sister, almost making a challenge, Arya accepted and the Stark siblings got to work taking out as many of the undead as they could with the dragonglass arrows.

Grey Worm: Light the trench! Light the trench!

Grey Worm made the tough call to pull the rope bringing up the small bridge creating a spiky moat around Winterfell, Davos held up two torch's to signal Deanerys for her to light the trench but through the storm, she couldn't see it, Davos called to the Archer's to do it, only Kenway had another idea and sent the fire arrow into the sky, that Deanerys did see and aimed Drogon towards the trench setting it a blaze.

Drogon had to get quite low to do it and in doing so aloud Kenway and Daenerys to lock eyes as she past, he smiled to her while she smiled back, now Winterfell is as protected as it can be for now, Kenway looked over his homes walls and saw as the army of dead just stood behind the flames, more Unsullied men between the trench and Winterfell walls, the Hound, Jorah and Beric Dondarrion, they all stood there while a few burnt in the flames which cleared up the sky's a little allowing Deanerys and her dragons a clear view on the undead just standing there.

Kenway: Everyone! Back into the walls!

They all fell back as the people in the crypts could only wait, wait and wait and wait, Sansa, Varys, Tyrion among them, Missandei and Gilly also, no one said anything, they all just had faith in their King that he will deliver them from the dark and restore the light to the land, that's what the prophecy is, Kenway will save them.

Varys: At least we're already in a crypt.

Varys brock the silence as Missandei sat beside the eunuch, Sansa sighed sadly to him, Gilly didn't want to speak, she's not so comfortable around strangers while Tyrion stood by the crypt steps looking up to where the battle is happening.

Tyrion: If we were up there, we might see something everyone else is missing. Something that makes a difference.

No one stopped the Imp from talking as he has already had a lot to drink, he's a fool for thinking he belongs up there, Varys however did audible scoff catching the youngest Lannister's attention making him turn from the steps to the bald man sitting on his backside.

Tyrion: What? Remember the Battle of Blackwater? I brought us through the Mud Gate.

Tyrion held onto that one thing like a badge of honour, let's not also forget that he didn't want to be there in the first place, Tyrion might have got lucky but that doesn't make him Kenway Stark, he's not cut out for battle, Varys comment proved that point.

Varys: And got your face cut in half.

Tyrion was clearly controlled by the amount of wine he's already drunk but the scar on his face is clear for all to see, Elis looked between them as she stood by the steps making sure that no one left this place.

Tyrion: And it made a difference. If I was out there right now...

Elis rolled her eyes to the Imp as he made it out that he could do more then he is, they all know that if Tyrion left this place he'd be cut down withing a second, something Sansa seemed to know and got tired of the Imp's reminiscing.

Sansa: You'd die. We all would, that's why we're down here. Kenway knows what he's doing.

Tyrion didn't like hearing that and turned around tossing away an empty sack of wine then picking up a full one, he strolled towards the oldest Stark girl while not seeming to have enjoyed saying that about her brother, Sansa hasn't exactly been really supportive of his decision making since his return.

Tyrion: You might be surprised at the things your dear brother can't do, as well as the lengths I'd go not to join the undead army.

Elis couldn't argue with that, she knows Kenway like the back of her hand, there are many things he's got wrong over his life span but lately, he seems to be pure perfection, he predicted Cersei's actions which got Deanerys to sit on the Iron Throne, he then struck a bargain with Jamie giving them more men for this fight, creating better odds in their favour.

Elis: You might be smart Imp but you don't use your brain...

They all looked over to the knight as she stood there, hand on the helm of her sword just encase a few undead decided to grace them with their appearance, Tyrion stood by Sansa as Sansa wasn't going to defend her brother, Sansa has made her opinion clear on his marriage to Deanerys, not even being at the ceremony in the Godswood, even little Aemon, Sansa's been giving the boy the cold shoulder, so Elis thought she'd defend the King in the North.

Elis: ... Kenway has done nothing but win, he beat the Bolton Bastard to reclaim Winterfell, he beat the Greyjoy's when they came, he even beat your own family to take King's Landing with only a handful of men. So sit down, shut up and drink your booze. If anyone will win tonight, it'll be the Black Wolf.

The people in the crypts seemed to agree with her, Tyrion for once had nothing to say back, all he did do was stood there and drank from the bag of wine, Varys smirked a little while Sansa sighed,worried about what will happen tonight.

It was then silent in the crypt again, the only thing that was heard is the small voices of people voicing their concern, Missandei looked around as she was tasked with keeping an eye on the now future king, Aemon, however, something was wrong.

Missandei: Wait, where's Aemon?

No one could answer, the only thing they did know is the young boy isn't in here anymore, Missandei tried to go and look for him but as much as it pained her, Elis couldn't let her go, Aemon might still be in here, just a little further down, he does have his fathers adventure in his heart, that started a wide search for the 5 year old boy.

Meanwhile, Theon stood nervously in the Godswood, his small group around him in a circle, arrows and bow's in hand as Bran sat comfortably behind him underneath the weirwood tree, waiting for either Kenway or the Night King to come get him first.

Theon: They lit the trench. Bran...

Theon turned to face Bran as Bran still just sat there, almost like he didn't even know his life is in danger, maybe he knows something no one else does, he did however look to Theon as the last Greyjoy walked towards the Stark born.

Theon: ... I just want you to know ... I wish... The things I did... 

Theon struggled to get the words out as the fires from the trench stretched around Winterfell giving the snow storm an orange look, the men around them seemed confident about the plan as they could only lay and wait for the army of dead to come get them, or for a northerner to tell them the battle has been won.

Bran: Everything you did brought you where you are now. Where you belong. Home. I'm going to go now.

Theon let those words sink in, Bran just told him that Theon always belonged here at Winterfell, it meant a lot to him considering he's never actually belonged anywhere, an outcast at the Iron Islands and a Ward here, he just wanted to belong.

Theon: Go where?

He managed to choke out but Bran never responded, he only went into his Raven power and took over a crow, Theon however went back to guarding him, he wanted to apologise for what he did only Bran didn't seem to care.

Arya: Kenny.

Kenway looked to where Arya pointed and the dead started to fall on to the spikes, covering the flames and making a bridge with their dead bodies, Davos gave the order for the men in the castle to man the walls, Kenway however looked to the darkness at the horizon.

Kenway: I'm getting sick of this son of a bitch.

Arya heard him say something but didn't catch it, instead Kenway walked away and bumped into Jamie Lannister on the way up to the wall, Kenway stopped him and made him follow, Jamie didn't argue and did as he was told.

Kenway: When I'm out, close the gates and make sure these fuckers burn before they take my home.

Jamie stopped with Kenway in front of the gates, he knew what Kenway was going to do and he didn't think it was the best idea, mainly because it was Kenway who made the agreement for him to see Cersei again, if Kenway falls, will Deanerys keep his word.

Kenway: Don't worry, you'll see her again. You have my word.

Jamie nodded to him as Kenway seemed to read his mind, Kenway stood back, pulled Cold Breath off his back and took his axe back into his left hand, he knows he can get through this un harmed and get to the Night King, if he can kill him then maybe this will end, with a small nod, Jamie opened the gate enough for Kenway to slip out then closed it behind him, Kenway ran into the army of dead while Jamie ran back up to the wall, he tried looking for the Black Wolf but saw nothing, Jamie shouldn't have let him go but he seemed pretty confident, also it was Kenway who unlocked the gate to start with.

Jamie however started to focus back on the undead climbing up the walls, everyone tried their hardest to keep them back but a few got over and killed more men, this was still good, the gate is in tacked keeping them out of the courtyard, all they need to do is keep them on the castle walls, not letting any slip past, which worked until an undead giant ran through the gate, slapping young Lady Mormont out of the way.

She let out little pained whimpers from the hit as the giant easily wiped out most the men who stepped to it, Lyanna got to her feet, then with one war cry, charged at the giant, who easily just picked her up in his hand, Lyanna couldn't do much as the giant squeezed, crushing her armour and her bones, the pain was excruciating but that didn't stop her from grabbing a dragonglass dagger and driving it into the giant's eye, the giant crumbled to bones and dust but so did Lyanna.

Men and women ran past her body to escape the horde of undead that are running through the destroyed gate, Deanerys could only watched as Winterfell was consumed by the undead, she can't ask her dragons to attack, they might kill the living, so instead, she clenched her teeth and just wished for Kenway to be alright.

A loud shriek nearby caught her attention as he looked to see a ice spear in the chest of Viserion, Deanerys could only watch as her dragon fell to the ground below, consumed by the snow storm, Rhaegal was next to let out a roar, only this time the spear caught his wing, Deanerys panicked a little but Drogon was aware of the spear heading towards him, a quick manoeuvre and he was out of harms way for now.

Inside the crypts, Elis stood guard as the men and women could hear the cries and snarls of the dead, the children fearing for their lives as they all feared for their loved ones, they still held faith that Kenway will save them, he has to, it's written that during the long night, the Black Wolf will bring the light.

Deanerys saw the White Walkers just looking up at her and Drogon, the last dragon left, she has to fear the worst about Rhaegal, although she hopes he'll be okay, she called for Drogon to charge them, only before she could order him to burn them, another spear came out of nowhere hitting Drogon's wing much like Rhaegal, Drogon shrieked in pain darting towards the ground, Deanerys fell off his back and planted into the snow, she didn't even realise she dropped the dagger Kenway gave her.

Deanery: Drogon... Come on, get up.

She crawled over to the dragon not even seeing the Night King approaching behind her, Deanerys continued to encourage Drogon to get up as the Night King created a sword of ice in his hand, stepping closer and closer till he lifted it above his head to strike her down, Drogon's roar made her turn to see it, using her arms to shield her, she waited for the fatal blow, only it never came, she opened her eyes to see the Night Kings weapon locked with another, Cold Breath.

Kenway: Miss me?

Kenway kicked him away making the Night King stumble back, Deanerys could't help but let a smile go as well as a few tears, she thought she was about to die, instead Kenway saved her, although he's lost his axe, he still twirled Cold Breath in his hand ready for a fight.

Kenway: It ends here!

Kenway launched at him clashing weapons, the Night King was easily on pare with Kenway and his sword skills which was surprising considering Deanerys has never seen Kenway on the back foot, Kenway continued to fight though, he made a promise to never give up till the Night King is dead, he intends to keep that promise.

Deanerys: Kenway!

Kenway rolled to the side after the Night King went for a vertical swing, Kenway managed to get his sword up in time to block another, Kenway is a great swordsman but even he can't keep up with the Night King, although he's giving it everything he possibly can.

The Night King could have killed him there but instead punched him in the face, it wasn't soft either as Kenway was sent into a nearby spike piercing his side, Kenway let out a pained cry while Deanerys could only cover her mouth, Kenway can't keep going, this really is it for them, he was supposed to be the one to stop the Night King but he can't, not anymore.

Kenway grabbed the spike in his body and pulled on it, till it eventually left his body, Deanerys couldn't form words, only watch as the man she loves, falls to the floor, nearly lifeless, although he's crawling towards her, is he trying to get to her, Deanerys was about to go to him but the Night King stopped on his back, Deanerys is pretty sure she heard some bones crack.

Deanerys: Kenway, get up... Get up!

She could only cry as he looked over to her, he'd given up, he has nothing left and failed to protect his home which is covered in flames, destroyed in the near distance, the Night King conjured a spear seconds away from driving it into his heart, when something jumped at the Night King making him stumble off him, Deanerys looked to see Midnight's teeth into the Night Kings shoulder.

Kenway found a second wind and got to his feet, Deanerys watched him punch the Night King making him stumble and Midnight jump off, the Dire wolf walked towards Kenway and made sure he's okay as Kenway was barely able to stay on his feet.

Kenway: Good girl.

She let out a howl as Deanerys watched, Kenway stood with Midnight by his side, no weapon in his hand but a fire in his eyes as the Night King throw a spear at him, Kenway caught it and destroyed it over his knee, the Night King didn't like that and walked towards the Black Wolf creating another weapon in his hand, Midnight growled at the Night King, jumping at him but the Night King just hit the dire wolf away.

Kenway found Cold Breath by his feet and picked it up, the whole of Winterfell is counting on him, the women and children in the crypts, Arya, Bran, Theon, Jon, Deanerys, Aemon, the baby, along with many many more, so with desperation, Kenway defended attack after attack from the Night King, till he held the Night King's wrist, Kenway swung his right hand to strike the Night King down but he returned the favour, both of them locked in a stand off, Winterfell near destroyed behind them while they engaged in a show of strength, a show, Kenway was losing.

Deanerys wept more while watching as Kenway was forced on his knee again, Drogon trying his best to comfort her as the injured dragon can't do much, Deanerys hugged Drogon till the Night King let go of Kenway, something hit him causing him to loosen his grip, Deanerys wiped her tears to see an arrow in the Night Kings chest, she looked to see where the arrow came from and saw Aemon there with a bow in hand, he looked scared for his father as Kenway let out another roar, he managed to get a hold of the dagger he gave Deanerys earlier on and drove it into the Night King's heart, it didn't take long for the Night King to turn to dust.

Kenway sighed while dropping to his knees, it's over, finally it's over and he can finally stop fighting, Aemon dropped the bow and ran to him, Kenway wrapped the boy in his arms as Deanerys stumbled to her feet to join them, the small family embraced in front of a fallen Winterfell as the dead all around got erased from existence.

Deanerys: Are you alright?

She asked while frantically running her hands over him, Kenway wasn't too sure but looked down to where that spike impaled him, he was bleeding, for the first time in years, Kenway's bleeding and while the rest of the dead were collapsing around Winterfell, Kenway seemed perfectly fine. 

Kenway: I'm alive aren't I?

Kenway smiled as did she, they've never been so happy to see him bleeding before but that does mean that he was more human, Kenway can now be there and watch his kids grow, although that does mean they won't have anymore, Kenway is once again, a mortal man.

Aemon: Dad.

The boy pointed to the side making both Kenway and Daenerys look to see Midnight struggling to breath, Kenway let go of them and made his way towards the dire wolf resting his hand on her fur.

Kenway: Good girl. It's okay, you can rest now.

Kenway let a tear fall from his eyes as Aemon joined him, he wasn't sure whether to pet her or not but Kenway took his son's hand in his and placed it on the wolf, Daenerys knew how much this wolf meant to him, how much she meant to Aemon as well, since he met the dire wolf, they've been pretty much inseparable.

Deanerys: Wait, I thought the Black Wolf was going to fall?

She recalled from the prophecy, Kenway nodded to her as it was true, when the Long night come, the Black Wolf will fall, it's what they've been fearing for years, although Kenway didn't need it to be explained to him, it was never him that was to die tonight.

Kenway: She is a black wolf.

It never said that a Stark will die or that Kenway himself will fall, just a black wolf and a black wolf is currently fighting for her life, Kenway then took the dagger from the ground and held it towards her heart, she isn't going to survive the wounds she has, Kenway didn't want to see her in pain, but he couldn't do it, not until Aemon put his hand over his fathers, Kenway is proud of him, then with a nod, the duo put the dire wolf out of her pain, with one final whimper, Midnight was gone, the Black Wolf is dead...

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(To Be Continued)

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