VICTORY OR DEFEAT, IS THERE A DIFFERENCE?

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I was left to my own devices
Many days fell away with nothing to show

And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we love
Grey clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above

But if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like you've been here before?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?

We were caught up and lost in all of our vices
In your pose as the dust settled around us

And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we love
Grey clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above

But if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like you've been here before?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?

Eh-oh, eh-oh
Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh
Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh
Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh

Oh, where do we begin?
The rubble or our sins?
Oh, oh, where do we begin?
The rubble or our sins?

And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we love
Grey clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above

But if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like you've been here before?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?

If you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?

Castle Black 301 AC.

The Night King.

He let them loose, his entire army marching, and beside him sitting on her own dead horse was his bride. The magic he'd used to turn her had taken a little out of him, but it was more than worth it and once they crossed the Wall he'd get an even bigger reward. Images of the green dragon and of them both riding atop it filling his mind the closer they got to the Wall itself. At Eastwatch his army had reached the Wall almost and he'd almost laughed at the pitiful attempts of the Rhoynish to stop him. Water no match for the ice that he controlled and yet it bothered him that these people lived still. Almost as much as it excited him to bring their magic under his control.

When he'd gone to bridge the gap so his army could take them, he'd been surprised to find that he was unable to do so as fully as he wished. The knowledge that he'd not rested enough after making his bride something that he'd been annoyed about. Soon though he'd feel the magic of the Wall itself and see it fall and he found himself almost eager for it. As he was for what he would find once he crossed the Wall, fuel for his army and his magic and the one thing that stood in the way of all that he had hoped to accomplish. Had the boy stayed at the Nightfort he'd have taken him there and then, but he was smarter or luckier than that. A worthy foe for once and while that should give him pause, it truly did not. In the end he'd win, and finally after millennia upon millennia, he'd have done what he was created to do.

He closed his eyes and looked to see his army climb the Wall at the Nightfort, he saw the pathetic attempts to hold them back and he already knew they'd fail. Then opening his eyes he raised his arms and the army around him moved forward. When the light came it caught him by surprise and both he and his bride had needed to shield their eyes from it. Seeing the flames fall not long after that annoyed him greatly and yet they were but a fleeting final attempt to stop him from doing what he needed to. In what felt like no time at all the Wall had been taken and he looked to see his army at Eastwatch, the Nightfort, and now at Castle Black. His orders had been followed without fail and soon enough both he and his bride strode atop the Wall themselves.

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