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Notes: This is my vision of how A Song of Ice and Fire could end. Hope you enjoy. :)

Barristan I

Barristan the Bold stared in a mixture of disgust and shock as the Yunkaii catapulted the bodies of their captives from the city of Meereen at the city's walls. A horn sounded in the opposite direction and he spun around to stare at the great river Skahazadhan, where he saw to his alarm a fleet of more than 60 longships nearing the shores outside of the city's walls.

By the Seven, this isn't going to end well. I have to find a way to prevent even more carnage from unfolding.

Barristan's thoughts were interrupted when he saw to his alarm Rhaegal swoop down from atop one of the Great Pyramids and sore towards the fleet. Cannons were raised and erupted in a blinding burst of gunpowder as sailors scrambled with the machines.

Rhaegal swirled and swooped away from all of the blasts until one tore across the dragon's leathery green-bronze wings. The giant beast screeched in anger without a hint of pain as it dove straight down towards the longship whose cannon had dared to strike it.

The captain of the ship screamed something undecipherable from the distance and the captain of Daenerys' Queensguard stared in awe as flames roared from Rhaegul's throat and consumed the ship in a giant ball of flames.

Rhaegal flew away from the burning ship and made to engulf another vessel when a horn blast tore through the sky. Barristan's eyes glued to the dragon in horror when he saw the magnificent beast stop in midair and face the direction of the blast.

Atop the stern of the lead ship in the fleet stood an imposing figure with a horn in his hands. Next to him stood a red priest and Barristan tried figuring out who the two were.

He was ripped away from his thoughts when the dragon swung around to face Meereen and shot towards the city with large flaps of imposing wings. Flames burst out of Rhaegal's mouth and burned the outskirts of the city. The dragon continued scorching buildings and citizens, slave and master alike, as it made its destructive way towards the center of the city.

Barristan spun away from the railing overlooking the city of Mereen and rushed towards the Unsullied training grounds, where he could start mounting a defense of the city.

Barristan passed the prison housing Hizhdar zo Loraq only to find the man lying on the ground with his throat slashed open.

What is the meaning of this?

"It had to be done."

Barristan turned around grasping the hilt of his sword to find the Green Grace standing in the shadows with seven figures with eerie masks behind her.

"This is the first step in securing the city for the Sons of the Harpy." The Green Grace pointed to the former king's corpse.

"You're the Harpy! You were the one leading attacks against Daenerys' men and opposing her claim as Ruler of Meereen and Breaker of Chains!" Barristan bellowed and unsheathed his blade.

The Harpy hissed, "The Mother of Dragons was never fit to rule. Her time as ruler of Meereen has shown how incompetent she is. Daenerys will never reclaim this city, much less Westeros!"

"I'm going to end all of this madness even if it takes my life. I will pave the way for Daenerys to become the true Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, as is her birthright." Barristan stopped his tirade while positioning himself for battle.

The Harpy's eyes glittered beneath her mask and she gestured for her men to step in between herself and the Queensguard. "Your Queen has abandoned her city to the fires of chaos and death. She has abandoned you to die."

The Harpy slipped behind her men as the Sons of the Harpy surged towards Barristan Selmy. He met their attacks with the skill and grace befitting a member of both the Kingsguard and Queensguard.

Barristan battered aside an axe swinging towards his head and cleaved his sword through the Son's shoulder plate, bringing him to the ground as the knight severed another man's wrist and slit his throat with a backhand swing.

A Son smashed a knife into Barristan's gorget as the Queensguard's sword clanged with another Son's blade. He cried out in pain as the blade grazed his flesh before parrying the sword and plunging his blade through the Son's chest.

The Son who had stabbed him tried again and Barristan ducked under the blow while wrenching his sword free from the one he had stabbed. The Son stumbled off balance as his knife soared over the knight's head and Barristan took the opportunity to perform a back thrust into the man's groin.

The masked man cried out in pain as the remaining Sons of the Harpy plunged their swords towards Barristan's chest and neck. He ducked under one thrust and rolled away from another before jumping out of his roll to meet the third blade with his own. He knocked the blade aside and cleaved his sword through the man's neck, decapitating him and spraying blood everywhere.

Barristan spun around to lock swords with one of the remaining Sons and pushed with all his might, driving the masked fiend back. Barristan dodged to the side as the other Son swung his blade towards his throat.

In a sudden burst of strength Barristan threw his shoulder into the man he locked blades with and followed up with a gash to his throat. As the gurgling Son collapsed to the ground the knight headbutted the last Son in the nose whilst bringing his blade around to pierce his back.

Barristan pulled his bloodied sword free of the corpse and stood huffing in exhaustion. He gazed down at the seven corpses.

It seems old age doesn't completely render me useless.

A whoosh of air was all the warning Barristan had and he stepped to the side as quickly as possible but the blade still managed to stab through his shoulder.

Barristan wrenched away from the knife whilst he spun around and immediately plunged his blade through the Harpy's heart.

"The Sons of the Harpy dies with you, Green Grace." He grunted and pulled his blade free of the dying woman.

Barristan proceeded to end the suffering of those still clinging to life, but left the Harpy to die a slow and agonizing death as she deserved.

The knight, covered in blood, stepped out of the Temple of the Graces to discover a true bloodbath.

Around fifty Unsullied lay dead next to what seemed like all of the Sons of the Harpy, numbering in the hundreds.

He looked up and saw that the Yunkaii were now using trebuchets to launch large stones against the walls of Meereen, which began to crack.

In the distance Rhaegal continued razing the city to a smoldering ruin. Barristan sighed as he caught sight of the Unsullied and sellswords loyal to the Queen ready for when the Yunkaii breached the city walls at the West Gate.

They don't realize the other army about to lay siege to the other side of the city by sea. Barristan realized in alarm and rode his horse over to the defending army.

He caught sight of Strong Belwas and Marselen at the back of the army and rode over to them.

When Strong Belwas caught sight of him he grunted, "Now where in Seven hells have you been, Barristan the Old?"

Marselen laughed at his friendly insult and Barristan rolled his eyes at the familiar jape and said, "I've been killing the Harpy and her bloody Sons after discovering Hizhdar's corpse. They killed him."

"It's about time that prick met his end. The Harpy and her Sons too." Marselen said and Belwas and Barristan nodded in agreement.

"Another situation has arose. A fleet of at least 60 armed ships filled with sailors and bloodthirsty warriors is approaching as we speak."

Barristan's words shocked the other two and Strong Belwas was the first to break out of his reverie. "Well, this sucks Dothraki arse."

"I mean to lead the Free Brothers company and at least half the Unsullied to meet the army on shore." Barristan said and the other two looked at him as if he were suicidal.

"This city is doomed. Oh well, if I'm going to die it might as well be by the mighty Barristan the Bold's side with a sword in my hand and countless enemy corpses at my feet." Strong Belwas bellowed and Marselen nodded in agreement.

Barristan nodded at his two companions and gathered the Free Brothers and several thousand Unsullied before marching away from the vast Yunkaii army to face an even larger army with heavy artillery and a bloodthirsty dragon under its command.

"Viserion would be useful right about now." Barristan nodded at the Free Brothers captain in agreement and wondered just where that white-scaled dragon was.