text: Theon stared into the eyes of the Night King whose blue orbs laughed silently at him. His fist gripped the spear in his hands even more tightly. The White Walkers around the Night King glanced at each other, amused and twirling their icicle fringed weapons through their fingers. The Night King took a few steps forward, the snow beneath his feet solidifying into dread ice. The ground whispered with the legion of the Night Kings hordes as Theon charged forward. With a deft flick the Night King tossed aside the Greyjoy into the awaiting arms of his Generals. Theon closed his eyes as the shadows of the White Walkers closed in on him from above. The silhouette of a kraken shimmered into the air above them in the dark of the night sky. The White Walkers raised their spears into the air above him and divine tentacles of the Drowned God floated towards Theon. The young Greyjoy gave a crooked smile and laughed as he felt his father grace him. Brandon Stark sat transfixed, the whites of his eyes clear and strong as he lay immersed in the power of being a Greenseer. The Night King inclined his head towards the left gazing at the young Stark before him, narrowing his eyes curiously at the youngest Greenseer to ever live. “Why do you not fight me boy?” The Night King asked. In his state of being immersed within the beasts raging in the battlefield afar, Brandon smiled, “I already am. Its my sister you need to worry about.” A snarl whipped from behind the Night King and Arya Stark descended through the air. Grabbing her by the neck and the hand wielding the Valyrian dagger the Night King smiled, “Ah, the foretold Bride to be. I saw you when I was first born Arya Stark and I saw you on the Iron Throne.” The feral Stark girl growled and as the dagger dropped from her left arm the Night King dragged her down into the snow. His fingers curled around her wrists, hemming her in and he placed a fingernail on her cheek. Arya screamed as the dread blue entered her eyes. “Welcome my Queen,” the Night King whispered, his voice a low husk, filled with adulation. The ground beneath them shook with thunderous roars as Daenerys landed atop the fury of Drogon. A blast of fire roared through the Night King and the Night Queen. Brandon Stark left the bodies of the beasts on the battlefield and stared into the furnace that Drogon had created. The Valyrian Dagger shot out of the fire towards the youngest Stark. Dany screamed into the heated air of the night. The tail of Drogon slumped against the weirwood tree. The face on the weirwood tree began to cry blood. *** The throne room of Kings Landing shivered as Daenerys Stormborn sat on the Iron Throne. An icy shadow stretched behind her, twirling onto the wall behind the Throne. Dany dragged her fingers down her face. Arya Stark smiled, her blue eyes wet with love as she looked at the slew of Faceless Men before her. She tapped her fingers on the thorns of the throne. “We are legion.