The song of fire and ice - The dragon and the wolf

"You're a dragon, be a dragon"

-DAENERYS-
Daenerys and her company entered the great hall of Dragonstone, she turned to her followers and encouraged them to run baths and get warm. The queen told them that we will meet in the meeting room at first light. They were all tired and sore from the trip and dismissed themselves at once. Missandei asked the queen if she needed her company – Daenerys shook her head and told her that she was fine. Daenerys walked to her chambers alone, worried and lonely.

She was miserable, she'd never felt this way before, she walked around her chamber, preparing herself for a bath. The thought of Jon fighting without her made her feel sick – she needed to relax. Daenerys climbed into the bath and began to wash herself, then, she felt a nudge in her belly. The feeling was like having the butterflies, but stronger.

The queen placed her hands on her stomach and felt it again, the feeling made her jump. She caressed her stomach under the water, steam pouring off her skin and smiled, I love you she whispered, I love you our baby. Daenerys put her head back and enjoyed the relaxation, her hands still caressing her belly as she drifted off to sleep.

-JON-
The war continued, this time Jon was on the ground, fighting alongside his men, Rhaegal flying overhead, protecting his king, killing all wraiths in his path. He was fighting two white walkers at once, Tormund trying to get to him, to help him. Jon killed one walker by cutting off its head, about 50 wraiths fell around him. Tormund came behind the second and stabbed him right in the back, shattering him to pieces. As each walker dies, more wraiths fall.

Tormund Giantsbane looked at Jon and smiled, Jon was grateful for this man, it was easy to see that he loved and respected him – completely. Just as he was going to say something funny, Jon leaped forward to the walker behind his dearest friend, he moved so fast he caught the walker by surprise, he had no weapon, Jon shattered it in less than four moves. Killing more wraiths and hearing them wail. Jon caught his breath - 'You, he panted, are lucky to have me as a friend my brother'

Jon turned to look at Tormund, but it was too late, there he was, lying on the ground, with the white walkers blade in his heart, lifeless. Jon dropped down to his body and held his head 'As I am lucky to have had you'. Jon placed his free hand on his heart, then put it onto Tormund' chest as a gesture of love and respect. Jon stood and looked at his fallen brother, he was pissed. He then continued to look around at the dead corpses around him, northmen, wildlings, unsullied and even Dothraki.

His heart filled with hate and anger, Jon called for Rhaegal and mounted his dragon, they soared into the sky, searching for the night king and his dead dragon.

Determination filled his entire body, he knew that if he killed the night king, this war would end....

-DAENERYS-
Daenerys woke to the sound of a knock on her door. She wasn't asleep long because her water was still warm. She finished off, clothed herself and answered. My queen, I am just checking in to make sure you are okay, said Sam. Daenerys looked at the man that her husband admired, assured him that she was fine, and invited him in.

Oh no, I don't want to intrude your grace, I just wanted to make sure you were OK before I went to bed. "I'm fine Sam, don't worry about me". She stepped aside and invited him in again, he looked at her and walked in. Daenerys poured a glass of wine and sat next to him, placing the glass in front of him. I'm sorry Sam, I don't know if you know, but, I killed your father and brother earlier this year at the reach, for refusing to bend the knee. I sincerely apologise Sam.

Oh, I know my queen and let me assure you, I am quite fine, my father disowned me and sent me to the wall. My brother took every chance he could to belittle me, they were not my family. Jon he said, Jon is my family, he cared for me when no one else would, he watched out for me, even when I thought I was alone, he was always there. I will always be grateful to him. Daenerys looked him in the eye, even though she could feel the nudging in her belly. She place her hands on her stomach and told Sam that she was leaving to go back to Winterfell.

"I can't stay here Sam, I need to be with him, Drogon and I need to help him to win this war. I LOVE HIM". Your grace I can't let you go! I promised him that I would do everything in my power to keep you here. He knew you would want to return to him, he knows how much you love him Daenerys, but if you fly there, you'll distract him. He won't be able to think clearly with you there, my queen he wont be able to focus knowing that you, and his child is in harms way. He is a survivor my queen, he always comes back...

I hope you are right Samwell Tarley, I hope you are right. Time passed and Sam excused himself to go to bed. Daenerys saw him to her chamber door and closed it as he left. She found herself pacing up and down her chamber, frustrated and annoyed. This was unhealthy for her, she was in just as much trouble now as she would be fighting in Winterfell. She figured that if the war wasn't going to claim her first, then the insanity of staying here, within these walls definitely would.

"You're a dragon, be a dragon" these words echoed in her head and she prepared to leave for Winterfell, quietly. She told herself that she would leave at the break of day, she knew that she needed to rest, same as Drogon. A few hours should do it she thought. At first light in the morning, she would leave for her husband and no one would know.

Daenerys found him sleeping in ashes on the cliff face of Dragonstone. Drogon, we need to return to Winterfell. You need to take us, quietly, no one can know. Drogon looked at his queen and brought his head down to hers, then allowing her to climb on top of him. Just as Daenerys was about to mount her dragon, she heard a familiar voice from House Mormont.

She didn't look back but listened to his words. My queen, I am not going to try to change your mind. I swore to protect you and I will. If you want to go to Winterfell, then I am coming with you. Daenerys turned to Ser Jorah as she sat down on the back of her dragon and nodded her head. He climbed on to the dragon and held on to her shoulders. "Are you warm Khaleesi"? She nodded, I am, and I am glad you are with me Ser Jorah. Let us fly.

-JON-
He couldn't find him anywhere, he searched the skies coming down as much as he could to burn wraiths and his own fallen soldiers, so that they wouldn't turn into dead men. Jon flew north to find the end of the line of these dead men. His people were getting tired, they've been fighting now for over four days, if death didn't find them first, then hunger and exhaustion will.

The line ended at Last Hearth, the stronghold of House Umber. Jon flew behind the army and burned all wraiths in his way, leaving only ashes and dust behind. He figured that this would help his men and draw out the night king. In this moment, he thought of his siblings and hoped they were alright and still alive. Just then he heard it, the dead dragon soaring over him, throwing blue flames at his brother, missing him my millimeters.

Jon chased the night king south, Viserion was so much faster than Rhaegal, his wings moved like that of a lightning bolt. He was gaining on him, until the dead king turned to Jon facing him head on. Rhaegal looked at his brother and took the first move throwing flames and hitting him in his chest. This did not affect Viserion, at all. Jon commanded Rhaegal to fly closer to their enemy, caressing the side of his neck.

Fly boy, I've got you. Rhaegal darted towards the night king, so close and so fast that Jon was able to jump onto Viserion, holding on for dear life as he hung on the side of this dead dragon. Jon pulled himself up and realised that they were above the Winterfell castle. Jon stood on the dragon and looked at the night king, square in the eye. He drew LongClaw, Daenerys flooded his mind. He knew that if he died fighting and defeating this king, he would be happy to know that she and their child will live in a world without these dead men.

"I'll love you forever" he whispered.

Viserion was floating in mid-air, his eyes as white as snow, Brandon had warged into the dragon. Jon knew that his brother knew that he was on him. He only had little time, he walked towards the dead king and took the first hit, his valerian sword meeting his ice spear. Then in one strike, he cut off the entire of his right shoulder. Jon looked straight into his ice blue eyes, and in one instant he was pushed onto the thorns of the dead dragon, the impact hit him as if he had been thrown a hundred meters. LongClaw falling overboard.

Jon was winded, he found it so hard to breath, he searched the sky for Rhaegal and called for him. Jon turned around and the night king was standing over him, looking down at him as though he was a bug, ready to be squashed. Jon looked up at him, weaponless. Flames firing in the corner of his eye, which told him that Rhaegal was close. The night king picked him up and threw him off the side of the dragon, where he fell more than a thousand meters off the ground.