The northerners were shocked by this new, future friendship with the wildlings. For several thousand years, the north had separated the so-called wildlings from itself. They had been killing each other all this time, ever since Brandon the Builder founded the wall. But who would have thought they would fight on the same side? The free folk, on the other hand, were no less surprised. Nikias' voice considered them his brothers and fought alongside them. Every piece of news was both pleasant and terrible for them. They were terrified of their future, for only a small part of their people would remain.
Mance's tent.
The King of the Free Folk lowered his eyes, trying to comprehend everything he had just seen. He had never imagined so many disasters would befall his people. Would the Night King really get to them? Would they really find common ground with the people beyond the wall? And who was this mysterious man who knew this story, that he considered them friends? Could they really have any hope of salvation? After all, now was their chance to save themselves completely. If the Seven Kingdoms are going, as they are, then it's possible. Ygritte simply remained silent, blushing from such warm words addressed to her. Tormund, sitting next to her, didn't bother to pester her, for she was already incredibly uncomfortable.
Yes. They proved it in the war against the Night King. For the rest of the world, it's just a bedtime story. But how wrong we all were all this time.
The Night King hasn't disappeared. He was gathering his strength to destroy all life. During the reign of Robert Baratheon, he had already begun preparing for a march on the Seven Kingdoms, bringing only cold and death.
A vast army of the dead is shown. Hundreds of thousands of risen creatures marching towards the Wall.
The free folk suffered the most from it.
The Battle of Hardhome is shown. The death of most of the wildlings.
The Night King himself is shown.
Even the Wall couldn't stop him.
The Wall is shown being destroyed by a dragon controlled by the Night King. The passage of the dead over the wall and the destruction of many people and houses, such as the Umbers.
A wave of horror and panic swept across Westeros. People began to pray to their gods. Others watched in mute horror. Lords and nobles rose from their seats, feeling the breath of death breathing down their necks. The North was the most panicked. The inhabitants of this region differed from the Southerners, and many still believed in the existence of the dead and various mystical creatures that once inhabited Westeros before the arrival of the Andals.
Winterfell.
Ned Stark clutched his collar, gasping for air. He'd just been shown death in the flesh. The childhood tales he'd loved to hear from Old Nan had become reality. And these tales were coming to their lands to destroy. A vast army of death. Knowing no fear, pain, or pity. Only the desire to destroy. And by the gods, the Night King had a dragon! One capable of destroying the wall and entire armies! The North couldn't contain such a force! He collected himself. Panic was the last thing he needed. Rising from his seat, he took a deep breath. "Quiet!" His voice silenced everyone else. "There's no time to panic now." He spoke as confidently as he could. "Jory, inform Maester Luwin immediately to summon all the Northern houses. And also send a letter to King's Landing. We need to gather together to discuss a solution to this problem." "Right now, my lord!" – Cassel quickly headed for the Winterfell library. - Everyone else, stop panicking. You are the men and daughters of the North! Our ancestors managed to stop the Long Winter in their time. And we must not dishonor them by trembling in fear! The words had an effect. Everyone nodded in agreement and whispered. That was enough for the Lord of Winterfell for now. - But my lord – one of the guards gathered his courage to ask – How do we stop the dragon?! No army can do anything against it! And besides him, there are the dead! – The others supported him. Lord Stark only sat down and pointed to the mirror. - The Storyteller will tell us. He survived this war, which means they will show us how they managed to stop the Night King and his army. The answer was excellent, and everyone became attentive.
Highgarden.
- Seven protect us… - Mace drank the wine with his dearest hand to calm himself. Olenna wasn't in the best of shape; she'd mercilessly drained her goblet. She'd witnessed so many incredible events today that she was unlikely to be surprised by anything else. The War of the Five Kings had been an unexpected and serious problem for her entire house. But this was far worse. This was the end of the world. No matter what had come before. Now, every living thing was in danger, a danger that could not be ignored. Perhaps the previous news had sowed discord in the Seven Kingdoms, but this... This must unite everyone against the looming threat. Something older than the entire history of the Andal people. And she would not sit idly by and watch her house perish!
The Riverlands.
"Summon all the lords of the Riverlands." Edmure rose slowly from the table. "Now!" The maester was frightened, but ran to carry out the lord's orders. The Lord of Riverrun glanced at his uncle, seeking advice. The Blackfish watched in silence as the unprecedented horror that would soon befall their lands loomed. Even the War of the Ninepenny Kings seemed like child's play compared to this. This war wasn't a battle between men, but a battle between the living and the dead. And if they lost, they would lose everything.
The western lands.
Tywin couldn't believe it. He simply refused to believe it. Never in his life had he allowed himself to believe in old tales, about the dead and the like. He believed in dragons because they had only recently existed, but even so, everything magical and wondrous had vanished with them. How wrong he had been. First the first unexpected war, and now this. He couldn't collect his thoughts. Kevan, who had recently returned, wasn't in the best of health, but he pulled himself together. "Brother," Tywin didn't respond. "Brother!" Only the raised voice brought the head of House Lannister back to his senses. "What do you command me to do?" Tywin blinked a couple of times and closed his eyes, gathering his thoughts. A couple of breaths, and he regained his composure. "Summon all the lords. Everyone must appear. Order the maester to search for any mention of the dead, even if it's from the citadel. These tasks are his top priority. Also, all soldiers are to be on full alert. Anyone who causes panic will be executed. The population must be as quiet and calm as possible. I will not tolerate unrest. - We can get an answer now, Tywin - Jenna turned her attention to herself - They somehow managed to stop the Night King. And now we can find out too. - She's right, Tywin - Kevan was glad that his sister had retained her clarity of mind - Perhaps they will tell us about it. - Yes. Yes, you are right. It's good that you are here now. I gave in to panic too much. We must see to the end.
King's Landing.
Robert turned pale with horror. Never had he frightened him as much as now. What he saw would haunt him in nightmares for a long time. He grabbed the goblet tightly and poured himself some wine. Having drunk it all in one gulp, he wanted to pour himself more, but Jon distracted him with a second goblet. Looking at his mentor, the king saw the same pale face. Without a word, he poured for both of them and saw that the jug was almost empty. "Bring more wine," he then glanced at the imp and the spider. "And goblets for them.
But we were able to stop him. Despite enormous losses, we managed to lure the Night King out and defeat him. This was largely thanks to Daenerys Targaryen and her army, led by three dragons. And the valuable information obtained by Sam Tarly about the main weakness of the dead: dragonglass and fire.
This was news to the people of Westeros. No one expected the dragons to return. And now they are seeing history repeat itself. When Targaryen invaded Westeros with dragons. But this upset few, because they had hoped that they could stop the Night King.
The battle was terrible and claimed many lives.
It is shown how the Night King killed the dragon and resurrected it.
Winterfell was chosen as the location, where the most powerful army at the time was gathered. But even so, we risked losing.
The deaths of Jorah and Lyanna Mormont, the death of Edd, the death of Theon, and how bravely the living fought were shown.
And we managed to defeat him.
It was shown how an adult Arya Stark, together with a certain white-haired man, managed to kill the Night King.
And the Long Night came to an end.
The people of Westeros breathed a sigh of relief and blessed the heroes who fought valiantly against the Night King, especially the two wars that slew him. The entire North raised cups to Arya Stark and the heroes who fought for their home:
Winterfell.
"Did you see that?!" Arya jumped joyfully. "I fought against the Night King himself!" No one could believe it. Her mother was simply horrified. She couldn't believe her daughter would fight on the battlefield alongside men. Sansa seemed to have fallen out of reality. The male half of the Stark family shared different feelings. Ned would definitely be stricken by such events. Although he was incredibly proud of his daughter, he found it impossible to say anything. He desperately needed a drink. Robb felt the same emotions. But besides, he felt a little aroused. His sister had made history by helping defeat a monster that predated their family, and indeed almost all of Westeros. Of course, she hadn't done it alone, but that was the truth. And what was even more upsetting. He wasn't there. "So I died before these events?" Theon finished his jug as he watched his death. Of course, he was secretly glad that he had given his life for House Stark. But he still felt uneasy. And for some reason, the future him was somehow shattered and... broken.
The Iron Islands.
Ashe was incredibly proud of her brother. He died like a true man and a hero, fighting against such a monster. Even her father was impressed with his son. "To you, little brother."
The riverlands.
Edmure slumped into a chair, exhausted. He was too impressed. His. Niece. Fought. Against. The. King. Of. The. Night. Brynden just chuckled quietly, imagining Cat's reaction, and everyone who knew Arya Stark's. "The baby has become a true warrior."
Casterly Rock.
"Incredible," said one of the arriving commanders. Everyone was astonished that a Stark scion was fighting against the Night King alongside an unknown man who looked so much like a Targaryen. Tywin said nothing. He was processing all the information he'd received. Now he knew the undead's greatest weakness. He knew the Night King had no dragon until the arrival of Daenerys Targaryen and her kinsman (he thought he was a Targaryen warrior). And now they would be ready for the Night King's arrival. They only needed to obtain a supply of dragonglass and craft a weapon from it. Who would have thought that the unkillable undead would die from any attack from this useless material? Even the Night King crumbled as soon as he was pierced with a Valyrian steel sword. And with him, the entire army perished! Of course, it was unlikely he would emerge ahead of everyone else. But learning so much about their enemy was a true treasure! But he was puzzled by the fact that the forces of the western lands had not been shown in this battle. <
Dorne.
- Ha! - Oberyn happily drank to his cousin. - What a surprise! The North, together with Targaryen, fight against the Night King! I would tell anyone, but they would think me a fool. - You are already acting like a fool. Doran was glad that the descendant of the Mad King was not like him. So, there was no point in abandoning his plans yet. But one thing puzzled him. Where was Viserys? <