Chapter One
Rhaegal has fallen…
Daenerys, driven by heartbreak and rage, launches a counter-attack on Euron Greyjoy and the Iron Fleet. Catapults hurtle spears at them - she pulls up.
There will be blood she vows; but, it won't come from Drogon. Daenerys scans the fleet she plans to incinerate one last time. "It WILL BURN – then it WILL SINK." She threatens with a growl. With a cry of victory not yet tasted, Drogon disappears into the clouds.
At the front, bloodied and broken bodies are carried to safety while healers bandage the living. The survivors of Daenerys' naval fleet have either reached the base camp or fallen victim. The chaos, the cries of the wounded and the corpses have taken over the grassy field. In the distance a horse drawn cart can be seen. It is slowly heading toward the troops. At first, in the melee, it goes unnoticed but as it draws near, Grey Worm, who is still searching for Missandei, grabs some men. They move cautiously until Grey Worm sees that no one is driving it. He shouts, "Cover the front!" And runs full speed toward the horse. He leaps onto the cart and screams. It is filled with the severed heads of his men and on the top, the lifeless head of his only love, Missandei.
Arya and Sandor move to the front and help drag the wounded behind the lines. She turns to a soldier, "You need to let Sandor and I go. If we're successful, there won't be any more losses."
The soldier responds flatly, "It's not up to me," and walks away.
Arya looks toward the grief-stricken Grey Worm, who is cradling Missandei's head. Frustrated, she looks at Sandor, shakes her head and continues helping the wounded.