Chapter 5! This is my first time writing a battle scene so hopefully it's okay.

Also many have asked about Dany. She will "appear" next chapter. I will not do any chapters from her POV but you will hear about her soon.

Thanks!

Three days. It took three days before the bells of the Great Sept began to toll as sails appeared on the horizon of Blackwater bay. For the next hour, the city was full of frantic peasants running around, trying to find the best place to hide and soldiers moving to their posts. It was late in the day and the entire city knew that when the sun rose on the morrow, it would either be with cheers of the Targaryen army or with steel from the enemy.

Jon stood on the walls, his newly forged black and red armor strapped to his chest, legs and arms, watching as the sun slowly set behind the walls of the city as Stannis and his army slowly approached with their dozens of ships. Jon turned to look at his men preparing for the assault. He had used the last three days to prepare the defenses of the city as best he could. The mud gate was reinforced with new timber and steel. Thousands of arrows were fletched and dispersed across his army and armor was made and repaired for any who needed it. Jon had also allowed the citizens to leave the city and many had taken up his offer. Tens of thousands left over the last three days, carrying as many of their possessions as they could. Most heading North to the Riverlands or West, unfortunately Jon had been forced to also send 5000 men to patrol the roads and escort them as many raiders and bandits were attacking the travelling groups.

Over the last three days Jon and his council discussed the best defenses for the city. The Lannisters would man the wall near the mud gate, with their strong armor and weapons they would be best to deal with the ladders that would surely appear along the walls. Practically all the Northern Army was placed behind the walls. Unlike the South, where men were specifically trained in only one type of combat, the northerners were training to use not only a shield and sword but also the bow from a young age, the entire Northern army had been outfitted with bows and arrows and would release a rain of death upon the men who landed on the shores of the Blackwater and if the gates were breached, they would slaughter any who entered the city. Any remaining archers had been placed at strategic placed along the wall and also in the Red Keep to attack as they sailed below it. The other swordsmen from the Riverlands and Crownlands were also placed along the wall. The King hoped it would be enough. With 5000 less men, they were almost outnumbered 2 to 1. This time there would be no Tyrells or Wildfire to save the day. But Jon had faith in his plan, the Lords had been skeptic but they followed orders.

Jon now watched from atop the wall as all his men formed up ranks and awaited the arrival of Stannis' troops. His father stood to his left and to his right was Lord Tywin, their alliance was an uneasy one but Jon was sure that Tywin would not betray them now. Silence descended upon the men as they waited for the ships to come into range. Their masts made it difficult to see the ones in the rear but they could tell it was dozens of ships, a fleet consisting of most of the Royal fleet, Pirate ships and trade galleys from Storms End, a fleet bringing death to his city.

"Men!" Jon shouted, ending all conversations as they focused on their King. "Stannis comes to burn your gods, whether they be the old or the new. He comes to burn our children! He has forsaken what it means to be a man of Westeros! He delves into dark magic and slaughters his own brother!" He said, earning many nods from the men below and along the walls. "I say we show him that the men of Westeros do not take kindly to kinslayers! Let us throw Stannis and his followers back into the Blackwater, let them drown on their blood as we bring in a new era for Westeros! With fire and blood!" He finished as he drew his longsword and raised it high. The others drew theirs and cheered, "Fire and blood!"

Turning back to the Blackwater Jon saw some ships begin moving towards the shore. His eyes focused on the banners flying from the ships and a smile spread across his face as he saw the way Stannis had spread his army. "Archers!" He shouted and heard as thousands of men knocked their bows. "Draw!" He heard the sound of drawstrings being pulled back. He waited for a few seconds, waiting for them to get slightly closer before he raised his sword and then quickly lowered it, shouting, "Release!" And thousands of arrows flew through the air. Most hitting the water or embedding in the ships themselves but many still hit their marks as screams and cries could be heard from the approaching ships. The men continued firing, now relying on their commanders orders to release their arrows. Jon looked up at the red keep to see arrows raining down on the ships, many hitting their targets if the screams were any indication.

But it was not nearly enough, soon the first ships hit the shore and hundreds of men began pouring out, running towards the walls and gates. Jon could already see ladders being brought and even a large tree that would be used as a battering ram. Looking at the banners being carried, Jon could easily see the burning heart of Stannis, but also many of the lords from the Stormlands. It seems Stannis was making those lords attack first, since they chose not to follow him when he called and was keeping his loyal Dragonstone lords at the rear. Jon's eyes narrowed as he caught a larger banner than all the others and below it, he saw Stannis himself, charging forward in the second wave, surrounded by many nobles. The first wave had just reached the walls and ladders were quickly being raised. "Ladders men! Give them steel!" He heard a lord shout as the first men came over the walls and the true fighting began.

With the Kingsguard and his father at his side Jon rarely had to lift his sword but he was not one to sit on the sidelines so he marched forward, cutting down any that stood in his way. It brought back memories of fighting the wildlings in Castle Black, compared to the Magnar of Thenn these men were children. Jon could hear the screams of dying men and the smell of those already long dead. The archers were now lighting their arrows, leaving behind small fires across the beach that illuminated the thousands of men who continued pouring towards the wall. Jon could also see ships moving towards the other side of the Blackwater Rush, to ferry over the men who had marched on the Kingsroad. Cutting down a charging man with a quick slash of his sword Jon gazed across the wall. The men were holding but soon they would be overwhelmed, there were simply too many ladders and too many pouring over the wall. He could also hear the groans of the Mud Gate as it was pummeled by the ram. It too would fall soon.

Reaching for his hip Jon grabbed the small horn that was tied to it and bringing it to his lips he let out three short bursts. There was a small lull in the fighting as Stannis' troops thought that meant the Targaryens would retreat but the Targaryen forces continued fighting, their swords ringing as they clashed against steel. It continued for a few minutes before a new sound was heard. The pounding of hundreds of hooves charging. The men still on the beach looked warily around as they heard the shouting of riders and the rumble of the earth. Along the beach they came, hundreds of horses and men, charging forth to slaughter all those in their path. New shouts erupted from commanders, trying to make a stand on the beach but the men were already tired from sailing for many days and so they broke ranks, some running back to the ships, others trying to get to the safety of the walls.

It made no difference, for the sound of the charging horde and the blast of Jon's horn also set in motion something else. From the rear of Stannis' stroops, where some of the last few ships were unloading their men came the men from Dragonstone, yet they now bore the banner of the three headed dragon rather than the flaming heart. These men, fresh and eager charged into the rear and slaughtered their former allies. It was a blood bath. Pinned between the forces on the northern side of the beach and the cavalry to the south, they were also consistently hit with arrows from the walls. For many it became too much and they began to flee, running for their lives back to the boats but even that would not save them.

A new group of ships were now sailing into the Blackwater rush, with the Targaryen banner flying proudly from their masts. There was also the banner of the Mormonts and Manderly's. They blocked the escape and moved upon Stannis' fleet, boarding and slaughtering any men left on the ships.

Jon watched as his plan unfolded. He had told Varys to send letters using his little birds to the lords of Dragonstone, offering them a place at his families side once more. The Manderlys were also ordered to take their fleet and head south as fast as possible and to sail for Kingslanding. Luckily they arrived on time. The Mormonts had taken the remaining royal fleet, a few dozen meager vessels and hidden in the Wendwater, they had watched as Stannis and his fleet had sailed past. They had waited for a few hours before setting sail and moving on their rear. There would be no escape for Stannis and his troops. He had even placed a few hundred archers and men on the opposite side of the Blackwater Rush to harass those trying to cross. Jon had gathered all the cavalry they had, a strong 6000 and hidden them outside the walls of the city. Under the command of Roose Bolton, he had told them to charge for at the sound of the horn and now they rode, hard and swift breaking into smaller groups to slaughter any who opposed them.

Jon was pulled out of his thoughts as he heard a loud scream of rage to his right. There on the wall, a few paces ahead was Stannis, surrounded by a few dozen loyal men and lords. Jon watched as Stannis gazed down on his men, fleeing and being slaughtered and his fleet being overtaken. A fool would know he was defeated but Stannis had always been headstrong. He grabbed his sword with both hands and started hacking at any and all who stood against him in a blind fit of rage.

Jon moved forward, followed by his father and the Kingsguard as well as some men at arms and they met Stannis in battle upon the wall. Jon ducked under a sword before plunging his blade through the belly of a man who screamed in pain. Pulling out his sword and letting the man drop to the bloody stone beneath him, Jon turned and locked eyes with Stannis. They both moved towards each other and met their blades high in the air in a ringing of steel.

"It's over Stannis. Surrender and I'll let you take the Black." Jon said as he strained against his opponents blade.

Stannis did not respond, he only shoved Jon before lunging forward to skewer the King. Jon side stepped and spun, bringing his sword down on the back of the mans leg. Stannis went down quickly onto one knee, his face flushed and breathing labored. Jon looked at the man, he was covered in small cuts but the only major injury was the one he just inflicted. Stannis looked up at the young King and slumped his shoulders as he bowed his head. It was over, the one chance at victory had been to kill the dragon but now he was too injured to even properly stand. "Just end it." He said in a resigned voice.

Jon nodded stiffly and raised his sword before bringing it down on the mans neck. He looked down on the body for a moment before shaking his head and looking around at the remaining fights occurring around him. The beach was now practically all cleared, the remaining men dropping their weapons and surrendering. The wall was also almost completely theirs now as thousands threw down their weapons. Down below, Jon saw that the gate had fallen at some point, although he had no idea when, and the Northerners had fought off a large force of men since there was a massive pile of bodies that partially blocked the gateway.

He watched as the last few fighters either were killed or surrendered before making his way down from the wall and approaching his father who had descended a few minutes prior to talk to some of the Northern lords.

"Your Grace." They said and bowed their heads as he approached.

"My lords. It's over. Stannis is dead." He said.

"Come Jon. Let's get you to a maester, you have a few cuts." his father said as he slung an arm around his shoulders. Jon looked down at his body and for the first time noticed that his arm had a few scrapes and cuts and he had a long cut along his leg that was dripping blood.

His father leaned closer to him and said in a low voice, "Are you okay? This is the first time you've taken a mans life." Of course Jon had taken hundreds of mens lives over the years. In the name of justice on the Wall, for revenge on the Boltons, for Dany, and he found that the more he took, the less pain it brought to his soul.

Looking around him as they walked towards the Red Keep, Jon saw many men cheering and singing and it even looked like ale was already being brought out to celebrate their victory. He was now truly King of the Seven Kingdoms. There was no war of the five kings, there was no sabotage and assassinations. This time, it all ended with one battle, and as he looked around at the remaining men, the thousands of remaining men who were cheering, singing and collecting valuables from the dead, he realized that choosing to become King was the right choice.

Looking his father in the eye, Jon nodded and with a small smile said, "I'm good. We've won and now we can prepare for the true war that is coming." Jon slipped from his fathers arm and entered the healers tent they had approached.

Ned stood there, looking at Jon's retreating back until it disappeared in the flap of the tent. Letting out a sigh, Ned turned and watched as the Mormonts, cavalry and men of Dragonstone walked into the city and the cheers went up once more. His eyes focused on the Lannister group who also let out a cheer but Ned saw that there were a few Lords who glared at the Northerners. Looking back at the tent, he whispered, "Aye, and let us hope that it will be the last you will have to face."