Game of Thrones: The Prideful One.

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I was once again, alive… it was a confusing thought to say something, everything felt… so surreal. Like I was moving through the motions, perhaps it had been the shock of dying or that the god that resurrected me this time was vastly inferior to the one that sent me here, who knows.

I know I didn't, besides everything was fine; my body moved the same way, maybe a bit faster, but I didn't think it had to do anything with the Lord of Light, I was certain this boost was thanks to the runes of the left hand of god activating for the first time completely.

*Are you feeling okay?* Neltharion hissed in concern, as I walked around the edge of the wall.

I looked at him and sighed, "I actually feel too good, I'm not even stressed out… if the lord took my stress out… then it was hardly a price," I chuckled, wondering why was I currently so calm.

*I see… well, I'm off to hunt… take care dad,* Neltharion purred, as he nuzzled my chest with his head, something that had yet to fail warming my heart.

"Enjoy," I kissed his forehead, before seeing him fly away.

"Any ideas on how to fight the army?" Daenerys inquired, making me turn around, to see she was walking towards me, "We know how to fight their King… but, how are we supposed to deal with his army?"

A very good question, he had a massive army, and I had to plan my moves carefully…. and I had but a month to plan, thanks to Leaf, though… everyone was here thanks to her… so fuck you Leaf, "We exploit their weaknesses, first we have to outsmart them… which is not hard, considering they all collectively share one mind, his mind...meaning if he's distracted so are they… without his constant control I'm sure his army would become nothing but a bunch of savages, feral animals if you may,"

"I see," Daenerys nodded in understanding.

"Long range fights should also prove beneficial for us, and things along those lines…" I added, "And for formations… well, we had planned to fight as a united front… but we have to avoid being all together… thanks to the dragon the asshole beyond the wall resurrected… while the asshole number two, aka the third eye raven told me nothing," I sighed.

"Well… you can count on me," Daenerys offered with a smile, making me feel uncomfortable imagining her on a battlefield, "I won't take a no for an answer... you died… and showed me how… unprepared my heart was to lose you… I won't let that happen again," she added seeing my face.

I sighed, as I looked at her, her face covered with one emotion, total determination, "Very well, but you won't be in the heat of battle… the most I can allow is the range division," I smiled, "Besides, I think it fits you… I don't think I've seen archers manage a bow like you,"

"Flattering…" Daenerys smiled, "But I suppose you are right… it's the only active role I can fill, that and mounting the dragons… but I'm sure you have others plans for our sons,"

"I do," I nodded, while the idea of her riding one of our sons into battle was, truly poetic, I wanted to have my son as… trash cleaners, their flame power combined was able to kill thousands of them… in a matter of seconds… and realistically, they were the only ones capable of fighting them, and or stalling the massive Undead Dragon the Undead King had.

"Very well, like always I will trust you," Daenerys sighed, seeing the enemy's army standing hundreds of meters away from the wall, so far away yet so near, "I think… I have an idea,"

"What?" I asked with curiosity.

"Let's use catapults… to start attacking them right now, we have a month to plan… they don't!" Daenerys explained, somewhat excited.

Catapults… what a nice idea… perhaps they were a bit too far away, but it couldn't hurt "I say… carry on," wait… what if… what if I also plagued the ice beneath them with broken pieces of dragonglass, "I think I have an idea," I smirked as I explained my idea.

"I think it might work… that could potentially slow them, and if we are lucky kill some," Daenerys said, "The biggest problem right now… is that thing," she pointed at the enormous beast.

And to be honest… I had no idea how to kill something so big… which is why I was going to have my sons to stall him, at least long enough for me to kill the Lich.

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[Neltharion Mormont Ravenicus Targeryen the First - POV]

While father had yet to discuss with my siblings and I... our role in this upcoming battle, I knew what he was going to ask us… for only us could take on such a task, of trying to kill that massive monster, that once was a majestic dragon.

*Not to sound… negative… but, I don't think we stand much of a chance,* Qrow hissed, and he was right, by size alone… that beast was the mountain of dragons, while we were at much average sized guys… in human terms, there was no doubt in my mind he was superior in every single aspect… but even then… we would not fail.

Like father says… when brawn doesn't work… use more brawn… if that doesn't work… try once again, and if you still failed… well that's because you are not using your brain.

*We have to outsmart the beast… any idea?* I inquired.

*He is big… but he can't fly… meaning… we have the speed advantage, but we lack the firepower to terminate him…* Rhaegal muttered deep in thought, *If only we were fully grown… that's it!* he added with an excited hiss.

*What?* I asked.

*We are still teens by dragon standards… we can't match him!* Rhaegal laughed.

*... wow, your grasp of the obvious is… outstanding,* Qrow muttered.

*Don't you see! We don't have to beat him! We only have to lead him to someone that can!* Rhaegal hissed, *We are not the strongest creatures in father's army…*

Qrow and I shared a look, as we both muttered under the same time, *The Krakens,*

*All of them together… should be more than enough to kill the bastard,* Qrow hissed in excitement.

*Very well… Now let's discuss how we are going to move him close enough to the water…*

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[Ned Stark POV]

Ronard… mybKing and apparently

the Queen...somehow, were on the wall. If it was for me… they wouldn't be near there… but I knew Ronard. He always had his reasons, and I couldn't do anything but trust them.

"Take care of your mother, brother and sisters Bran," I smiled, hugging my son.

"I am a man… I should be here fighting…" Bran complained.

"You are fighting a different battle… a different war altogether," I sighed, "You have to be strong for them… if… Robb and I… don't come back, you'll be the lord of the house… and you will have to take care of them," I hugged him once again, "Do you understand?"

"Yes," Bran nodded, trying to hide the fact that he was crying, "Promise me… you will come back,"

"I will try… now go," I ordered with tears forming up in my eyes, there was no guarantee I was going to live through this, Ronard himself said.. there was a big chance he himself would die, meaning this was beyond anything I was capable of preparing for.

"They will be safe in King's Landing," A lord commented.

"If we fall… no one will,"