Chapter : 5 The Night King's Gambit

General PoV

The Night King stood at the edge of the desolate wilderness, away from the Chaos of the battlefield, gazing upon the colossal Wall that loomed before him. Its massive ice blocks reached into the sky, a testament to the ancient magic that had been woven into its very fabric.

Night King looked at Children and First Men above the newly made Wall, seeing them rejoicing and in relief. Raised his hand, remaining Walker although many died by obsidian glass, still about a dozen behind him brought forward and held down 9 Children of The Forest their neck except Leaf under their sword edge, which were earlier captured by him.

On the other side of the Wall, beyond the realm of men, the Children of the Forest and heroes of the First Men watched with a mixture of concern and determination. But they had not anticipated the extent of the Night King's audacity.

But the Night King had a plan—a plan that involved exploiting the very magic that had been used to create the Wall. Under his icy glare, he held a few Children of the Forest, their eyes wide with fear, defiance and hesitation.

'My beloved makers,' he thought, 'hold the key to my triumph.'

"Huh? My Lord, Look at the Night King? What are they holdin- Is that Children of the Forest?" A human soldier shouted drawing the attention of every living towards the scene.

"Its Leaf's Group. What are they doing with Night King. We have to save them...." One of the Children spoke with immediate fear in their heart to the remaining 6 Children.

"Elder, you must be wise. Night King obviously baiting us, this Wall is our line. He can't cross it, his magic will slowly diminish in its presence. You should endanger your life further." Bran Stark said having a very good relationship with the Children who taught him ancient tongues.

"Yes, Elder we must save them. But for they are our own brethren, we can't abandon them with that Monster." Another One said the Elder Greenseer.

"Bran of Stark, We are not humans. We don't procreate, we are born out of the magic of heart trees and Old God's magic, even in the face of death, we must save our brethren from that curse being." Elder Greenseer said with her big catlike eyes forming a shadow, tired of all this death and destruction.

"But-" Stark talked but at the same time, Night King continued his plans.

The Night King eyed the Children, and the Children of the Forest trembled feeling dread and hesitation, looking at him said.

The Child hesitated, torn between loyalty to their ancient ways and the fear of the Night King's wrath and his word of promise. The heroes of the First Men on the other side watched intently, sensing the perilous situation unfolding.

With a dark smile, he beckoned to one of them, a frail figure with eyes that sparkled like emerald leaves.

The White Walkers tightened his grip on the Child, his icy fingers digging into their delicate skin. "Do it now," he demanded, his eyes aflame with malevolence.

"Y-you will keep your word, right?" Children asked with a trembling voice.

Night King nodded to this, and showed a dark smile, which went unnoticed by Children for its true intention. 'Of Course Not' He thought.

Seeing his 'fake' acknowledgement, With a trembling hand, the Child raised their fingers, and a soft, melodic chant spilled from their lips. It was a song of ancient power, a magic that resonated with the very essence of the Wall itself. As they sang, the ice blocks of the Wall began to shudder and groan. Being made with Ancient Magic of Children, the Wall can only be lower by their Magic.

On the other side, the heroes of the First Men watched in alarm as the Wall's magical defenses weakened, the shimmering barrier wavering like a mirage in the cold air.

"What the F*ck are they doing. Elder, why are they using their magic" Bran Stark shouted at his allies for explanation.

The elder was flabbergasted and said "we don't know."

The Night King's smile widened. 'Yes,' he hissed. "Lower it down."

The Child of the Forest's magic surged, bringing Wall's magic down, only temporarily. The path was open, a gateway to the lands of men. But he didn't aim to pass, he just needed to use magic for a little while.

"We can't keep it down longer. You must hurry." Said Children working under the Night King command.

The heroes of the First Men scrambled to defend their territory, but the Night King's Magic poured through the breach like a tide of darkness.

It was a calculated gambit, a cunning plan to exploit the Children of the Forest's magic and breach the Wall's defenses.

In that moment of uncertainty, Night King eyes glowing with Magic only for his hands to be spread like a showman.

Suddenly an obnoxious aura came behind the greenseer, as Thousand of Wights from corpses of men fallen in the Great Battle before emerged from the ground under the thick snow, attacking.....the Children Of Forest slaughtering the last bunch remaining on this side of the wall.

Crushing the heart of Children on his side, as they watched the White Walker weapon killing their own kind.

Bran shouted "Brothers! Save the Children..."

But it was too late. They arrived late as tired Children can do nothing but be lamb for slaughter.

Meanwhile "WHY?!!! Why did You Kill My Family?!!! You promised us, for you will use your magic to kill Men, We did as you said...You said you will free Leaf...You--Why?!!" Children under the White Walker shouted with her large eyes rolling with tears and beastly rage.

"Hahahahaha...." For the response of the Night King laughed maniacally seeing that the already shattered heart of innocent Children dropped as they realised what they had done.

'These fools, they think I will forgive them, for after you have imprisoned me for 2 millennia. I will care for a beast's life and my maker. They are honestly better off extinct, their presence alone is uncivilized and unbecoming of such as me. Then, I will give them a place to live, leave that Leaf alive. They must be short of understanding the working of humans, for I am above them. Why will I kill humans who will die in a few decades, possess less magic in their blood and soul, for me to devour, instead of getting rid of these troublesome bunch and getting Devour their immense magical strength, truly worthless in the hands of these barbarians.' Night King's disturbing monologue continued but did not answer the crying and shooting creature in front of him.

"You used us, you never hated those Heroes. You curse! You will die by the wrath of God themselves. Your treachery will not be forgotten-" Children shouted and screamed but not to any avail as deed as already done. They were fooled into pawing their way of harming their own blood.

"You hope to know why I did it?" Night King spoke with his hissing and creaking voice, only for the Children to look at him for answers.

"Because I Liked It. I love seeing the despair in your faces, when you realise how foolish you were. I joyed in the screams of those who die now, and before. I relish the soul of the dead flowing through me. Like Now-"

Night King said and in the next moment the White Walkers moved with their spear plugging it, their sword slicing the remaining last remaining Children for were fooled, for he himself looked down to the one he was speaking to configuring a spear in his hand.

"Feel that Anger, feel that anguish. The cruelty of the world. Do you regret it now? Creating me. Letting these humans live when they came to Westross. Not Summoning Hammer of Water by sacrificing a thousand humans before." He said with eyes at Children as if her existence was worse than an insect and continued to the psychological torture of Children.

"If you had done that, none of this would have happened.YOU. You are the reason. You are the architect of your own doom, for I am just a Liberator, a Punisher for crimes, I will be made to be a villain of the Story, as you have made human think, by lying to them about my creation. So, I will that Villian." He said looking at her towering over her body dead in the eyes and stretching his hand towards her face.

"For your disgusting Kind still alive somewhere, I promise you, truthfully this time. I will froze the end of this world to find them and" he said holding her face, as she was struggling to break free, already beyond broken of him words, moved his arms toward her eyes.

"I have always wondered what these big catlike eyes taste like...let me have one. Please...." as he with his icy hand plucked her eyes slowly like plucking a fruit of a branch.

"Aaaghhaaahhh!!!!" Children screamed in unending agony and pain.

"Shash, stop screaming now let me feel the taste. Hmm. Not bad for my first meal in this world, almost feels like a raw egg, but has all the right flavours." He said doing, 'you know what'.

"I have taken a liking to it. Ohh you are still conscious, what are you saying?" He said aligning his ears near her...to hear her saying.

"M-mmonster! " All she muttered with was her blood spraying face like an ice monster in front of her eating her eye with a blood covered hand.

"Yes, that's it. That's the look. You have become perfect. True to your desires. Hatred is oozing out of your whole being. You will do anything to kill me now. Forgetting all ancient ways and morals. But it's unfortunate. I shall show the same to the world, so you will not be there to witness it. So that's enough for a psychiatrist's session. See you." He said plunging her spear through her broken face.

'Yeah, nice end to these uncivilized beasts. On One side they say we didn't want any bloodshed and on another, creating someone like me. Can you be anymore double standards.'

And As the battle raged on the wall with the already created Wights, which were killing even if the Wall Magic was back. The Night King watched from the other side, his objective achieved. The sacrifices he had made, the risks he had taken—all had led to this moment. The Wall was breached, although momentarily, he ended the race of Children of The Forest, still continuing adding deaths to First Man.

The Night King had captured and manipulated Children of the Forest and manipulated their magic to breach the Wall.

"Fuck! How can they remain hidden...and how did he summon them on this side of the wall. "Bran daunted seeing his dead companions become the very creatures they fought alongside him. Increasing the already high death count, only then realizing the true terror on Night King. It's not his magic abilities, it's his twisted and ruthless mind, Who managed to kill them across the wall.

On the other side of the wall, Night King felt the familiar increase in magic, understanding the death of those creatures. He looked at the wall seeing its magnificence.

'These fools think they have stopped me. I let them build it, but I couldn't have won this fight for less preparation time for myself. The plan was only one time. My Wight will slowly die down due to a stop in my magic fueling their life.

'But it is still that I lost. No, disgust me that I lost to these uncivilized beasts. No worries, I'll slaughter a lot of them and I will bring this goddamn wall down sooner or later anyway.'

For all their sacrifices blood, and death, if they knew that their descendants would think of it as mere stories and folklore, I think that will themselves agree to be my Wights hahaha. Let's focus ahead of the next war and the development of my personal power. Then I will come 'when' all things are ripe for the taking. All according to the Plan. Hehehe.'

'Now let's head back I have plenty of time anyway.' he commanded his reduced number of White Walkers from 23 to 13 in the war.

'Also It seems they found our weakness of dragonglass(now obsidian) huh. I have lost many generals. Well, the Children must have told them. Have to find a solution for that. But the gains are satisfactory, my magic has increased 3 fold by killing Children as well as Grey King, and the humans. I acquired the ability of 'Water Magic' and 'Greenseer Magic of Past and Prophecy' from them. Will make sure to make good use of them.'

And so, the Wall, a colossal testament to the combined magic of the Children of the Forest and the unyielding determination of the First Men, stood as a towering bulwark against the Night King and his ever-present threat. Its creation marked a pivotal moment in the history of Westeros, a testament to the enduring power of unity in the face of unparalleled darkness.

Bran the Builder's name would live on as the legendary figure who oversaw the construction of this monumental defense. Alongside Lann, the Clever for his battlefield tactics and strategies. Gran the Greenhand for his Earth Magic, For many eons, ensuring the safety of generations yet Unborn. As did instigation of the terms such as Night's Watch and Freefolk, for our Night King to match North in Eternal Winters.

End of War Of Dawn

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Author Note.

It's the end of a very original arc, had to be creative in what might have the happened. Hope you like it. Night King i try to make, a textbook villain + horror. As we don't want to watch or like villains and horror, but still get a thrill from it.

I hope the Plan of Children was satisfactory, as there were not many options. Please Comment your thoughts.

Until Chapter, Bye bye!!