The fire keeps Spreading, Ash falling from the sky like the snow that fell mere days prior. Shadows on the floor from the wings in the sky. Screams burn into Jon's memory as innocent lives are burned away, souls joining the Gods in rapid succession as streams of liquid fire rains from the sky. Dragons roar as Kings Landing is taken by the Dragons. Daenerys Targaryen in control of it all, watching at the area burns at her will.

Jon stares into the fires, watching them consume everything around him. Watching as the land he's spent his life defending at the Wall burn under the will of one Woman. Watches as the Fires move to smother him aswell, and he doesn't run. He stands still. Waiting for it to take him too, just like it took friends and people he knew.

Just as he closes his eyes and prepares for the excruciating pain someone yanks him away. Pulling him into the safety of an alcove, using a flash to wet a rag and wipe ash from his face and scrapes.