Game of thrones: Dragonwolves of the future

Yea, so this is my first fanfic. I have this in my head for a long time and wanted to post it somewhere.

I have not written narrative writing for nearly 6 years, the irony that I am writing this, and I am probably the least qualified to do so…I don't know what I'm doing and I really don't care. As long as this story is out of my head, it'd give me a relief after what happened in season 8. Thanks a lot D&D.

So this takes place at Season 8 episode….3? 4? I don't remember, cuz I stopped watching after the Long Night. So…enjoy!...hopefully.

The White Walkers were everywhere. Daenerys' stood alongside Ser Jorah with a sword in her hands. It felt foreign to hold one, but she knew which end to thrust upon. Ser Jorah hacked and slashed every wights coming their way, she could only assist him so. The harsh storm was not helping her stance as her hands were freezing cold and the only available shed of light were the remaining fire from Drogon and Rhaegal.

More and more wights were surrounding them. Shrieks of terror brought chills upon her spine. This was not how she thought she would die. She did not come all the way to Westeros to be slain by the dead. Then again, what other choice there is? She was exhausted, the sword in her hands was wearing her down already. She was running out of adrenaline, it was hard to breathe in this cold air, let alone the white dress she was wearing. Even Drogon & Rhaegal were nowhere to be seen after seeing how hard they fought against the undead Viserion.

She slashed everywhere she could, she might die, but she won't die trying. She could see Ser Jorah was wearing down as well, but his determination to protect her was incredible. He picked up his stance again and prepared for another attack, and so did she.

She was about to give another slash to the countless wights coming towards her, only to be engulfed with hot green flames tearing along the path and destroying the dead. The flame spread across the area and shrieked the rest of the dead that are yet to be caught as another fireball showered them all to ashes. She was unable to see clearly through the bright green flames. My children cannot breathe wildfire, what is this? And then she saw the large figure gliding.

A grey bat-like creature, seem to be the size of Drogon but smaller, spewing green fire from its mouth. A dragon. Daenerys and Ser Jorah were shell-shocked as they watched it with awe. Another Dragon? She thought. She dropped her sword and walked towards the dragon that was flapping to keep its position up in the air without moving anywhere to destroy the rest of the wights in front of the gates.

"Khaleesi, where are you going?" Ser Jorah shouted. Her bear was always over-protective towards her, but this time, she must see this. She knew that he will follow anyway.

She kept walking towards the castle gates until the dragon dropped down with a loud thud. It roared and shrieked to the heavens, and then it spewed more flames to the remaining wights. The dead shrieked and cowered back to get away from the massive beast, only to be engulfed by the green flames and stayed truly dead this time. Whilst it was busy with the wight, Daenerys saw another figure coming towards the dragon through the shadows from the castle gates. As the figure emerged, she was able to see clearly this time.

A hooded figure, the anatomy of a man carrying something….someone! With his left hand and holding a sword with his right. His steel sword shone brighter than any other swords she has seen. A Valyrian sword? Only that sword carried its characteristic. Her eyes then drifted to the person he was carrying, and she gasped. It was Lyanna Mormont! Her face bruised and bloody, eyes closed and mouth agaped, as if she was calling for someone.

"Balerion!" The sudden shout made the grey beast to stop and faced the source. Knowing the man's intention, it dropped low to the ground and lowered its shoulder for the hooded figure to mount. He then gently lowered Lyanna to lay on her stomach, just like mounting a dragon, except unconscious.

"Jiōragon zirȳla hen hen kesīr ēlī, nyke kessa rhaenagon ao tolī skori nyke brōzagon ao (Get her out of here first, I shall meet you later when I call you)". And he dismounted the dragon.

Daenery's couldn't believe what she was hearing, he was speaking valyrian! Her mother tongue! What's more, he was in control of the dragon as it jumped to the air and flapped, creating gust of strong wind staggering him and even her.

"Lyanna!" Daenerys didn't even realize that Jorah was at her side watching the whole scene and he ran towards the dragon that is climbing higher to the heavens. Just then, something shrieking crashed him and brought him down to the ground with a loud thud. A remaining wight!

"Jorah!" She forgot that she dropped her sword, but she still ran to him. She was panting and she can see her breathes in the air. Please Gods above, don't let me lose my dear friend, she prayed. She was so focused to Jorah that she forgot about the hooded man, who is suddenly right beside the struggling Jorah as he stabbed the wight with a dagger, leaving the dead remained dead, dropping on top of Jorah motionless. Jorah groaned as he pushed the body off of him and tried to get up, the hooded man gave him a hand and he took it. The hooded man pulled him up to his feet and sheath his knife on his left hip. "Thank you", Jorah struggled, but he remained silent but nodded. Whoever is this man, he has never seen him in the castle. In fact, no one was wearing a hood in the armies.

When Daenerys arrived, she stopped in front of them as she could now see the hooded man clearly. He wore a set of traveler armor, with black gambeson and shoulder plates that helped attached the remaining of his hood draped on his left side hanging loosely as the wind gently blew, black pair of trousers tightened around his waist by his, and wore black travel-worn leather boots and leather gloves. His Valyrian sword hung on his back while his curved dagger is attached to his left side.

She then tried to make out his face under the hood, it was covered by his hood so all she could see was his square jaws and hair that peeked out of his neck. But the hood wasn't enough to cover his violet eyes. The eye color that only one house members can have.

"Are you all right, your Grace?" The hooded man asked. His voice is filled with strong Valyrian accent. Is he from Essos? She couldn't answer her properly to this mysterious savior, he is neither her's nor the North's army.

"What did you do to Lyanna?" Jorah demanded.

The hooded man faced him again "The girl? I saved her from a giant and she fell unconscious. So, I brought her to my dragon to keep her safe."

"How do I know that you aren't feeding her to that beast?" Jorah was ready to pounce despite his weary.

"Dragons may eat whatever they want, but if he wanted to eat, he would burn his prey first. So, no I did not feed her to the dragon. She is safer away from here, I will call him with her later, but right now we have other matters in our hands" Jorah then remained silent, seeming satisfied with the answer. The hooded man was so calm answering this, how can one be like this in a state of pressure?

Daenerys took the chance to demand, "Who are you?". The hooded man turned to her, unfazed and remained silent. "Where did you get that dragon?"

"I promise you, Your Grace. I will answer all your questions when all of this is over, but right now we have a more pressing matter to handle." He then pulled his sword from his back and pushed her behind him as another wight and its wave coming in. Another roar can be heard in the castle, but Daenerys didn't recognize that roar.

Jon hides behind the walls of the castle while the dead dragon kept breathing blue fires. He doesn't know what to do. It was easier with Rhaegal and Dany with Drogon by his side, but this time he was utterly alone. This is far worse that facing the Night King. When the flames died down, he launched himself out and ran towards a lower ground, missing another fireball coming to his direction. He is gasping wildly now. 1 vs 1 seems fair, but this is a damn dragon! The dead Viserion then spotted his hiding spot, flames coming out of his torn mouth, ready to fire.

Just as Jon was ready to meet his fate, something crashed the dead dragon. Something large that can knock the dead Viserion out of Jon's view. Jon pushed himself up and groaned, he is so exhausted, but he tried to see what is going on as a foreign roar took its place. There is another dragon in front of him, facing the dead dragon. Its scale white as snow and seem to be as large as Rhaegal. Another dragon?

The white dragon roared loudly and got a hiss in return. It then charged, orange flame gathered in its mouth and clawed Viserions head to get its mouth open. Viserion struggled to break free from its foe's grip, spewing fire, except the white dragon's claws dug deep to its skull. The white dragon easily kept Viserion's head firm in its claws…and blasted all the gathering flame from its mouth into the mouth of Viserion. The dead dragon could not even shriek.

Jon can only stare in awe as the dead Viserion's head hung limply in the claws of his dragon savior, and its entire body dropped to the ground….headless. Just then, the other wights coming his way also fell to the ground for some reasons.

Arya could not believe what she saw behind the trees towards the Godswood tree where Bran is sitting calmly. Theon lying dead whilst the Night King walking towards Bran. If Bran is panicking, he never showed that he is. He just calmly stared. This night is truly harsh. She has already witnessed Berric's death, she cannot let this happen to her brother. But how can she get to Bran? There are wights here and there, she will die before she can even reach Bran.

"I'll create a distraction; you get to him". A feminine voice suddenly spoke up, breaking Arya's train of thoughts.

Arya gasped silently. She was so focused on the Night King that she didn't even notice someone was beside her. She can only see a hooded figure beside her, she can also hear a panting sound. Next to the hooded figure is a grey wolf. It doesn't look like it is as big as Ghost, but nonetheless, it's quite huge all right.

"Climb the trees and kill him. Go now!" And the hooded figure leaped out and charged at the army of wights that are protecting their leader. The wolf snarled and followed its master. The crunching sound of snow alerted the wights as they abandoned their position and saw another living side. The mysterious woman pulled out a sword from her waist and slashed relentlessly at the charging wights. The wolf ripped a bone out of the wight that is attacking her, which helped her to cut the wights head off and quickly pick another target.

Arya looked stared for awhile then climber her way up. Quiet as shadow, she recited those words since beginning she had her first training all those years ago and now it's like a prayer to her. She stopped on a branch and jumped to another branch that curved its way down to the ground and she silently paced towards the Night King. The battle down there seems to still be going on, judging from the sounds. Clashes of steel, snarls from her wolf. This woman knows what she is doing. But she must hurry, God knows how long she can hold on. She is close to the Night King now from atop of the branch. Arya pulled the dagger that Bran gave her from her waist and leaped.

The Night King knew as he turned away from Bran and stopped Arya from plunging the dagger into him. His blue eyes stared coldly at her. Arya struggled; her left hand that held the dagger was gripped tightly by his cold hands, but her right hand is free. She dropped the dagger, caught it with her free hand and thrust it to the Night King.

The cold hands that gripped her loses its hold and shattered to millions of pieces. The others followed its leader. Arya dropped to the ground, panting hard. She stared at Bran, who still gave her a calm face. Arya frowned at him. She was fearing for his life and all he did was stare? You god damn emotionless raven.

There was a shout from behind her. "Well….You're welcome!" Arya was too late to look back at the source, but she knew who it was from, but the person who helped her vanished alongside her wolf. She didn't know if the woman was mad at her or Bran.

Outside the castle, the remaining wights dropped to the ground. Every single one of them. Jorah and the hooded man stopped whatever they were doing. Thanks to the mysterious man, Jorah was able to handle the wights that were coming their way, his panting slowed and he sheathed his sword. He turned to his right side to see the mysterious man with curiosity. He truly is a skillful fighter, in fact if it was a contest of who killed the most, Jorah would probably lose.

The man then looked up to the dark sky for a long time, as if calling to the gods. Daenerys was just about to ask what he was looking at when the grey dragon flew back to them again. Its grey scale shined beautifully in the lights of the flames around them. It landed near them but not near enough to create a gust that can knock anyone near them like before. He ran towards the dragon as it lowered its back and revealed the still unconscious girl. Jorah saw her and followed. The hooded man then lift her gently in his arms from the dragon and faced his two companions. "She's still breathing, we'll need some Maestors to tend to her wounds. God knows how many there are".

Jorah sighed in relief. "Thank the gods. Please good ser, let me carry her". He lifted his arms to carry his cousin, and the man nodded and willingly gave her to him. "I've got you Lyanna, you're safe". Jorah whispered lovingly to his one and only cousin. After all, she's his family.

Family.

The man then looked at Daenerys. She was back to shell-shock again. It was then he noticed that she was looking at his face and he realized that his hood is all down. It must've have been blown by the wind when Balerion landed. I mustn't reveal who I am yet. He must remain calm.

Daenerys' eyes widened like an owl, she is now able to see his entire feature. In front of her stood a man who looks like a Northern, who could've been one if it weren't for the eyes. It's like staring at her eyes. His hair was a wild mess with curls, but not as curly as Jon's. Is he a Stark?

She walked towards him still staring as well, she can see from her side that Jorah was cradling Lyanna in his arms but made no gesture to move. "Khaleesi", she could hear, but she couldn't respond. How can she? With all the questions that needs answers. She heard the dragon growled as she came nearer and she froze.

"Ziry iksos mirre paktot, valītsos (it's all right, boy)". The man calmed the dragon. The grey beast then snorted and remained silent, but still carefully looking at her as she began walking slowly towards him again. He was letting her come to him, she realized. That adds her curiosity again as she stopped a few feets in front of him. She can now see clearly. The same eyes just like her, staring down at her since the man is several feet taller, probably taller than Jon. His stare, it's the stare that she once had when she was about to be sold to Drogo. Sad and longing. Why?

She was about to reach for his face when she heard a shout. "Lēkia (Brother)!"

The source came from the gates, revealing another hooded figure, a female anatomy, but this time, with a wolf. Daenerys can see that she was wearing similar clothing to the man in front of her, only it's a female outfit.

"Lya." The man gasped and ran towards her until their bodies slammed against each other. He held her sister tightly, he was so afraid that he might lose her. He was a mess filled with some mud and blood covering his outfit, but she didn't seem to care. The wolf whined near them, asking for the same affection from the charcoaled hair man. The man then pulled himself away from her and knelt down to scratch the wolf's ears. "Grey Wind! Thank the gods, you too are safe!" The wolf barked with approval and licked his face clean, giving the man a laugh. "All right all right, easy there, runt."

"Your hood is down." The woman noticed as he finished giving the affection the wolf demanded and got up, and without saying anything to signal something, he turned to the Dragon Queen. It was then she saw Daenerys as well, who has the face of someone who would immediately ask millions of questions. The woman gasped, because in front of her is that Dragon Queen she heard so much about….that is…before she turned mad. This time, she knew that she is the same person that her caretaker talked about all those years ago.

Just then, another bat-like figure landed beside the grey dragon with a large thud. A white dragon! It then lowered its back, and there at its back was Jon Snow. He, too, seem so confused about this situation. First, the white walkers, now there are two new dragons, and these dragons are not Dany's. Jon clumsily dropped from the dragon's back, still weary towards it before it gave him a hoot.

"Daenys" Both siblings exclaimed as they ran to the white dragon. The dragon lovingly gave its snout for them hug each, taking turns. Jon didn't know what to make of them since he has never seen them in his army. The exchange was something a parent and child would give. The grey dragon beside it did not want to miss out as it push its snout towards the woman.

"Balerion, my boy." She sighed in relief, holding its snout between her hands and put her forehead on it as the grey dragon hooted as well. "I thought I lost you."

Jon Snow saw Dany and ran towards her. "Dany!" As he arrived to her, he gave lifted her in his arms, relieved that the woman he loves is safe. It's rare to see someone who have no clue to fight still alive, and this person happens to be someone he cares so much. But, he is still weary about this relationship, after what Sam told him before the battle.

Regardless, he asked "Are you all right?". Dany only nodded, not facing him, still distracted of the two people in front of them, with a wolf and dragons. Jon put her down and followed her line of direction. The two people are now looking at them, having the same look of awes towards them. Why? That was when he noticed the man's feature, a stark face with Targeryn's eyes.

Jon then noticed Jorah, who has Lyanna in his arms. "Is she all right?"

Jorah nodded, and looked towards the mysterious saviors.

Suddenly, a scream of an eagle can be heard above them. They all looked up to see the eagle to be circling around for a while. The man extended his arm before the said eagle landed on the arm, he gave a stroke to it "Torrhen, you found your way to us, good." He then saw something between its beak. "What did you have for us?". He opened his palm and the eagle then lowered its head to drop the object and the man inspected it.

Whatever the man was holding gave both him and his sibling a look like a glimmer of hope. Daenerys could not make the sight of the object, but it looks like a rock, clearly is important to them. No more hunting, she needs to know right here right now. "I ask again, who are you people."

Jon has never seen Dany this impatient, but he couldn't argue as he too has the same question. Not long ago, people believed that there are three dragons in the world, suddenly two more shows up.

The two figures did not reply verbally, the woman did first. She pulled her hood back to reveal herself. That was when the three saved people by the mystery saviors all gasped.

Sharp jaws and cheekbones with pale skin, silver hair tied back to a ponytail shone in the darkness, a few strands of hair hung loosely at the sides giving her a messy appearance. She could've been mistaken as another Daenerys, if it weren't for her grey eyes. The Stark grey eyes.

Dany couldn't handle the surprises anymore. It's too much! Her head was spinning, and she felt nauseous. She wanted demand something else but collapsed from fatigue, Jon, luckily caught her. "Dany!" She was tired already, and fainted. The last thing she heard was someone shouting "Muña(Mother)".

So I found a neat Valyrian google translator to help this! LOL! You can find them it in google. Probably gonna use it more in the future. Reviews, faves, whatever fanfic gives to motivate authors to write, gimme! HAHAHA! Till next time.