Chaos rained around them as their armies charged. Aegon, Viserys, and Daenerys all flew in on the dragon's back, releasing red-hot flames upon the army of the undead.
Morgana lifted her arms releasing curse after curse upon the sea of vicious corpses.
The people of Westeros and Essos all fell behind them, ready to support their kings and queens. "Seven hells," Robb Stark, gasped as he looked out at their enemy, the ancestral Valyrian- steel sword of house stark gripped tightly in his hand.
"Try not to piss yourself, Stark. We have work to do." Lord Karstark said before charging forward towards the fray. Every house had marched north to confront the Night King's army.
After Aegon had taken back Dragonstone and Joffery Baratheon was outed as a bastard son of Jamie and Cersei Lannister, most houses fell in line and bent the knee to their new king.
The few that didn't quickly change their tune after a short conversation with Queen Morgana Slytherin.
They watched in awe as Morgana seemed to call down green lightning, smiting the enemy where they stood. The witch took out her wand casting Fiendfyre and Protego Diabolica to burn them all back into their graves.
The Night King eyed the witch, the unaccounted-for obstacle.
Daenerys and Viserys dismounted from their dragons, ordering them to burn the enemy while they took Valyrian Steel swords in hand and changed at the enemy as well.
Morgana remained at their side, slicing down any white walker that crossed her path.
The cowards followed behind the royals, knowing that very few white walkers would be able to get through the three warriors.
Aegon too descended from Rhaegal taking on the Night King himself.
"AEGON!" Morgana called in a panic as she watched her husband charge towards the king of the dead. They doubled their efforts, making their way towards him to help.
Aegon ignored the terror of his wives, swinging his ancestral sword in a high arch and drawing the Night King's attention off of Morgana and onto himself.
It worked a little too well because at that moment all of the Night King's attention returned to the real enemy, the prince who was promised.
Fear raced through Morgana's heart as she lost sight of Aegon and the Night king. In a desperate move, she let her magic run free. No spell, no control, just chaotic destruction.
Blues and greens and reh beams of light coursed through the air around her as Morgana harnessed all that fear, all that pain, all those years of tragic heartbreak, into one final blow. The earth shook beneath the weight of her magic.
Allies and Enemy alike stumbled and fell at her power.
In that single instant of unrestrained power, Morgana Slytherin had obliterated 1/4 of the night king's army, turning them to ashes.
The power play was enough of a distraction, that the Night King looked away for a moment allowing Aegon an opening.
The battlefield fell eerily silent as Aegon drew Blackfyre from the Night King's heart.
The Prince who was promised had ended the long night. The song of Ice and Fire was finished. Aegon's dream, after centuries of waiting, had finally come to pass.
They won.
"We won..." Viserys gasped.
The rest of the men seemed to return to their senses and smile as the army of the dead lay slain at their feet.
"We won!" Daenerys smiled, turning to her wife.
Her magic crackled in the air as Morgana announced to the world, "WE BLOODY WON!"
Daenerys and Morgana took off towards Aegon, jumping into his arms as the dragons roared in delight. Fire blanketed the earth around them but they didn't care, not as they held each other in victory.
The world was safe again.
They had won the war.
The music had faded and the song of Ice and Fire was sung. Now all that was left was to rule the world.
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The Time Curse (Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon Fanfic)
FanfictionMorgana Slytherin wanted to undo the tragedies of the Second Wizarding War. Tom Riddle had devastated the wizarding population, leaving many of her friends dead or too traumatized to live happily. But time magic is fickle... When her spell goes awry...
