The Legends of the Battle of Winterfell
Just think about how, amidst all the sorrow and loss and suffering of the Battle of Winterfell, so many new songs and stories were born that night. Legends that rose from the ashes and the rubble, that will go down in Westerosi history and that every child will know, just like the tales of Bran the Builder and Nymeria of Ny Sar and Aemon the Dragon Night…
Lyanna Mormont, the Giant Slayer. The last of the brave and bold and beautiful She-Bears of Bear Island. Who asked no one’s permission and would let no man fight for her. Who never ran and hid, who refused to sit idly by, who always answered the call. Who was fearless in the face of fear itself. Who lived a legacy and died a legend. The smallest of small who slain the tallest of all. And though she be but little, she was fierce.
Theon Greyjoy, the Ironborn. The Kraken who climbed out of the darkness of the depths of the sea to bid a brave farewell to the land he called home. The man who lived long enough to see himself become a villain, but decided he would write the ending of his own story, and die a hero instead. Who gave his life to protect a boy that was his brother in every thing but name. A good man who is gone but will go on forever, what is dead my never die.
Jorah Mormont, the Andal. The Prodigal Son, who returned home with the wind at his back and fire in his heart. Who defended his beloved queen with his very last breath. He was lost until she found him and he would be lost with out her. He was the strength in her heart as she was the light in his darkness, and he would never lose her again. Here we stand had been his words in another life time when he was another man. But it was here, in the lands of winter, that he made his last stand. Here he bravely stood and fought until he could stand no longer.
Eddison Tollet, the Last Lord Commander Crow. He was watcher on The Wall, a shield that guarded the realms of men. Who would bear no sons and have no wives, but would have a band of black brothers instead. The fearless leader of the most unlikely of heroes. Who died as he told his friend to get up and fight and LIVE. Who never gave up, never stopped, never retreated, never wavered. Who never left a brother behind.
Ser Brienne the Brave and Ser Jaime the Lionheart, the Most Honorable Knights of the Seven Kingdoms. The disgrace of a daughter and the man who unmade kings. Who were perhaps the unlikeliest of partners, but were a perfect pair all the same. Two halves of the same sword, who danced their deadly dance with an even deadlier foe. Who stood and fought by each others’ sides through the Long Night, and who’s love lived to see another dawn.
Arya Stark, Azor Ahai, the Princess That Was Promised, the Bringer of Light, and the Queen of the Dawn. The water dancer who was swift as a dear and silent as a shadow. The girl who was once No One and that saved everyone. The woman who destroyed the enemy no man could kill. The she wolf of Winterfell who saved the world. The Alpha who protected her home and her family, the pack that was fierce and terrible and hers. The sister who risked it all in a moment of insane courage and pure love to save her baby brother. Who ended the long night with a swipe of her knife, and brought the new dawn. Who looked Death straight in the eye and told him “Not Today.”
