I'm always wondering,

If it's ever gonna end

I can feel it in my bones

I can feel it in my bones

Standing in the dust

Of what's left of us

(I can see you in my soul)

Walk through the fire by Zayde Wolf

Preface: The Night is Dark and Full of Terrors

Cries broke out, steel clashed against steel, warm bodies smashed into cold; the pale winds of winter blew like the force of an angry god. Winterfell and the other proud houses of the North burning in the long night.

"Winter was here"

"We're going to knock him off his mount, and then I'm going to kill it; let me do this for our home!" The words boomed in a young man's mind. Words he'd spoken before taking to the skies on the wings of his partner, before his king of the North, and "his" queen of the realm; could tell him how insane his plan was. His silver and black friend barely mature enough to carry him…straight towards the night king and his titan of a dragon.

"Lead us from the darkness"

The words a drunken old priest and a crazed witch had to told him; words the flames had told him, words he was done running from. "This honor is ours, and ours alone!" Thinking as they flew past scorching blue flames, arrows, and ice lances-crashing straight into the white walker mount.

Claws and roars ripping into each other, blood slowly dripping out of his partner's now red scales. Then in a flash...nothing. Struggle melting away into nothing but dead air as he fell through the sky. Smiling as he saw the night king fall as well, and his partner take the mount, FAR away from him.

Surreal moment of calm washing over him; time and the fall dimming to an eternity. Gifting him a glance out over the battlefield, to see his kin bravely doing their duty.

The one who'd been torn between duty and blood; now lord commander of the black, finally done running. Leading their new family in defense of the old

The one who'd finally realized they'd never been alone; that family had always been there. Great-sword in hand leading the banners against the storm.

The one who'd never allowed their faith in him to falter; standing larger then life loosing flaming arrows into the night.

The one who'd kept hope alive, holding them together until this night; so strong and wise now

...The one who'd never be forgotten; their absence as gaping as the hole they'd left in the man's heart

"Family is forever"

With a heavy, but content grin, the young man thought as the ground approached. Closing his eyes to accept his fate, it had been a hard life, but in the end redemption had finally found him. Oathbreaker no more, earning his name back; earning his life back.

"I'm ready"

He'd not even felt the impact, just a loud ring, and then nothing but the darkness consuming, so vast; so empty...until one voice exploded a spark within it

"Get up brother, our lord isn't finished with your light just yet; let your flame burn through this night!" Beric spoke flaming sword in hand as the young man's eyes shot wide open, grasping his free hand; pulling himself up to his feet once again.

The young man coughed and heaved, thanks to a burning fire within his lungs; something he'd gotten all too used to now.

The sound of his partner's roars just feet away from them, fighting off the horde and doing everything to keep the dragon away from its rider.

Less than half the size of his matured opponent; almost totally dwarfed, but that proud beast still dug his fangs deep. Holding him in place…waiting for his partner to rise and end it.

He did not have to wait long.

"We are all tasked with duty brother, yours is behind; mine in the front. Our light will bring the dawn." Beric with pride spoke turning to meet his duty, "Kill him; we kill them all"

Nodding in agreement, with the bitter taste of copper in his mouth, muscles aching; every single part of him felt like breaking, but the young man would not. Back to back both men then said the words together,

"Give strength to our swords if we are true. Lord of Light, give us wisdom if we are just. For the Night is dark and full of terrors"

With dual blades drawn, the warriors stepped forward; family long sword in one hand, and the Dawn; the blade he'd earned in the other. Swaying through the air in practice motions...preparing.

His frozen life essence dripping down his wounds onto them; coating them in brilliant flames after doing so. "Honor lights my path" Beating them together high into the air, creating a loud clanking in the dark, banging them louder with each step. Making sure viserion heard him.

Blades glowing in the beasts shadow, the warrior gazing right back unafraid...no he had a gleeful smirk on his face. He'd earned this moment, if this is how it ends; then his dying breathe will be doing his house and kingdom proud. His house's words blazing into his mind "We Do NOT Run From The Fire"

"My name is Eldon Scalebreaker, First of my name, Lord of Steel Gate; the breaker of dragons!...And I have been waiting for you my whole life. In this moment there is no long night, there is no war for the dawn…just you and us beast…" The proud north lord spoke in the darkness to the raging white dragon. Every sacrifice, every heartbreaking lose; every loved one he failed, every moment of disgrace as an oathbreaker-leading to the moment his red eyes stared against those empty blue ones…

[This is a flash-forward taking place in S8 AU, and my personal promise to you all where this is heading.]

A/N:

Very AU: This is a three branched story, about my OC Eldon Scalebreaker in a tragic journey each step bringing him closer to his destiny. House Scalebreaker/OC's involvement in the game, and AU story about Dany once she is saved at dragonstone by Eldon; inadvertently swearing a betrothal a vow in valyrian. The story starting, just a few years before season one, leading into it.

I had (3) ideas in mind when I first "Attempted" writing a GoTF at the start of this long journey,

(1) Show a tragedy about one man from the north (has to be the north) who values honor just as much as Ned Stark did-who has to give it up as an oathbreaker. Doing so to save his family, and having his life shattered.

(2) What if you were the chosen one (hold on let me finish before you leave), and your destiny was to kill the night king...'s horse. That is Eldon's part of the azhor ahai legend. It started out as a joke fic, but then the night king got a dragon to replace his horse and here we are.

(3) Make a "unique" OC house [Not a bonus OC Stark/or random OC book house-I also wanna just say at least for this site, this is the First NON crossover dragon slayer house; I checked every possible genre/language. Their are dragon rider fic's, but no pure song of ice and fire Slayers fic]

Their are a few now, but at the time I posted the first draft in 2016 I was the first.