Tohru stood on one of the hills overlooking King's Landing. Clutched in her hand was the ominous note she'd received from Elma:
IF YOU THINK THIS HAS A HAPPY ENDING, YOU HAVEN'T BEEN PAYING ATTENTION.
She had all but forgotten that Elma was around at all. Seemed like everyone had followed Tohru here, just as they had before. But this place was not Japan, and she couldn't help but think she had lead everyone to destruction. In Japan, they had all been happy. Here was heartbreak and discord. Here, where all she ever wanted to do was help, she feared she had done nothing but hurt. All along, cheering Dany on, urging her to be more bold, more confident, more dragon. Perhaps, she had overshot the mark.
This is why Tohru stood on one of the hills overlooking King's Landing. Kanna held another on the opposite side, and Lucoa and Shouta were out at sea. Their job was to intervene if things went belly up.
She watched as the siege of King's Landing began. She thought of her new friends down there, Ser Davos, Ser Gendry, Grey Worm, Jon. Fafnir had taken the Valkyries with him when he left, and she began to cry softly thinking of them. It didn't feel right that Fafnir wasn't here.
A loud boom drew her out of her thoughts, and she saw Dany and Drogon burst through the gate of King's Landing in flame, and Grey Worm lead his troops in, followed by Jon and the Northmen. Dany flew Drogon over the walls, destroying the dragon-slaying devices perched atop them. She then sat Drogon on top of a building and watched the battle below.
For an excruciatingly long time, it felt, Dany simply sat on that building, and Tohru didn't have the faintest idea what was going on down below. Then, a single musical note graced her ear.
Dong.
Her heart skipped a beat.
Ding-dong. Ding-dong. Ding-dong. Ding-dong.
All around King's Landing, the bells were ringing out. The bells of surrender. Tohru dropped to her knees. All of that pain, all of that suffering had been worth it. It was over. They won.
Then why was Daenerys burning the city?
Tohru stood up. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Tyrion had said the bells meant surrender. He'd repeated this fact so many times, it was impossible to forget. "NOOOOOO!" she shrieked.
Kanna had sprung into action. The white dragon collided with Drogon in the air. Shaking, Tohru transformed to aid Kanna. Lucoa also flew in. The three dragons pushed Drogon and Dany away from the city and into a field, where Dany landed.
Full of rage, Dany and Drogon snarled at the united front of Tohru, Kanna, and Lucoa. Kanna was the first to transform back to human, and she rushed at Dany with Heartsbane. Tohru and Lucoa transformed and restrained Kanna.
"YOU BITCH!" Kanna shrieked. "You sadistic, selfish bitch!"
"Kanna," Tohru warned.
"Jorah didn't die so you could fuck it up now," Kanna hissed. "You had them. You won, and you just ruined EVERYTHING!"
Kanna collapsed in a fit of tears.
"In Meereen the slaves turned on their masters and liberated themselves," said Dany. "Why didn't that happen here?"
"They...weren't...slaves," Lucoa said, confused.
"Cersei used them," said Dany, trying to process everything herself. "She was using them as a shield between us and her. She thinks us cowards, but we are not. We will liberate the city. We will liberate Westeros. We will liberate..."
"Dany, stop," Tohru pleaded. She went to Dany's side and embraced her. "Enough. It's over."
Dany cracked, and she burst into tears in Tohru's arms. "Fuck," she said.
"Fuck is right," said Tohru.
"Oh gods, I'm done," Dany whispered. "They will come for me...they will kill me." She shook and sobbed in Tohru's arms, once again the scared little girl Tohru had found in the forest. Tohru looked to Lucoa and Kanna for help, but they had no words, only tears. The trio gathered around their friend for the last time.
In the midst of the embrace, Kanna looked up suddenly. "Drogon?" she said.
"Drogon," Dany groaned. "My son. I failed."
The foreign voice that came to their ears next sounded like a young Dothraki with a slight Scottish brogue. "No, mhysa, this world failed you."
The girls turned around, and there was a boy with tan skin, brown eyes, and scruffy black hair standing where Drogon had been. He was dressed like a miniature Unsullied guard.
"Drogon," Dany repeated.
"Mhysa," the boy replied.
"Dany, that is Drogon," said Kanna.
"He's transformed," said Lucoa.
"What...what do I do?" Dany asked.
"Go home?" said Drogon hopefully.
Dany swallowed her tears. "We don't have a home. The Iron Throne..."
"No!" Drogon cried. "Forget the throne! I hate it. The throne makes everyone here go crazy. I just want to be with you and our friends forever."
"Yes, Drogon," said Dany. "I want that too. But I don't..."
"Okay," said Tohru. She made a portal.
"Where?" Dany asked.
Tohru ripped up Elma's note. "A wonderful world full of wonderful people," said Tohru. "Where you can raise your son in peace."
"And you'll be there too?" Drogon asked hopefully. "And Kanna, and Lucoa, and..."
"Yes, Drogon," said Tohru. She looked at Dany. "Dany, I'm so sorry."
"For what?" Dany asked. "For saving our life, for forgiving me, for..."
"I should have done this the moment I met you," said Tohru.
"Quick, before anyone comes after us," Kanna said, looking nervously at King's Landing which still sounded like it was under attack.
"But everyone else!" Dany exclaimed.
"Leave them!" Drogon spat. "They made you crazy. I don't want to stay here."
"Drogon, I had no idea you felt this way," said Dany.
"I wanted you to be happy," said Drogon. "I thought helping you get the throne would make you happy. But now I realize we will never be happy here. So, leave them."
"Yeah, fuck them!" Tohru agreed.
They went into the portal.
Kanna began to step in, and Lucoa was shaking her head. "You're not coming?" Kanna asked.
"Shouta," said Lucoa.
"Oh, right," said Kanna. "I'm sure you can bring Shouta!"
"I don't know where he is," said Lucoa.
"What? He wasn't with you?!" Kanna asked.
"No," said Lucoa. "He said he had a purpose yet to fulfill...Kanna, I think Shouta is the Night King!"
"WHAT?! The Night King died, Lucoa," said Kanna.
"Shouta's eyes have gotten bluer," said Lucoa. "Blue like a Walker. And his hair...and he's cold to the touch... All of Shouta's changes started after he took that weird green shard from the godswood."
"Woah, woah, slow down," said Kanna. "This is crazy. I know Shouta has been tinkering with that magic, but there's no way he was the Night King."
"I hope you're right," said Lucoa. "Maybe I am just being paranoid."
"Go find him, and join us," said Kanna.
"Okay," said Lucoa.
Shouta prowled the streets of King's Landing looking for dead bodies.
"And now I am become death, destroyer of worlds," he whispered as he reanimated a group of fallen Golden Company. He raised his arms, and with a flick of his wrist, the corpses came to life.
Jon and his army plowed through King's Landing. He noticed an odd chill in the air, but it failed to hold his attention. What did hold his attention was Grey Worm decapitating Lannister soldiers. At least, he hoped that was a soldier. It was so hard to tell who was on which side anymore. Most of the people dying were civilians who were simply getting in the way. He felt sick, sicker than he ever had before.
He heard a shrill feminine battle cry cut through the masculine grunts and screams of the dying. "Valkyries?" he whispered to himself in hope. No, he was hearing things. Fafnir had abandoned him. Fafnir had chosen right, and Jon had been wrong, and now, he had to deal with the consequences. But he heard the distinct cry again, and his heart leapt. Jon rounded the corner, and he saw the Valkyries fighting with the single-minded Unsullied.
"VALKYRIES!" Jon cried in happiness.
"HIIIII JON!" the Valkyries responded. Jon knew what he had to do. He joined the Valkyries, cutting down the Unsullied and Dothraki who were killing indiscriminately. He knew Dany may still be in the air, burning everything, but he wouldn't be wrong anymore. He met up with Davos and Gendry, who had also answered to the Valkyrie call, and soon, most of the Northmen were with them, working to end the fighting and help the civilians get to safety.
Exhausted, Jon rounded a corner, and there was Fafnir with Lightbringer at Grey Worm's throat.
"What is going on out there?" Jamie asked, looking out the window. He was startled to see his breath. "And how did it get so cold?"
"I don't know," said Cersei. "I don't like it. Let's get to the boat."
"I don't want to do anything until I know what's going on out there," said Jamie. "I'm going to go find out."
"Holy fuck balls!" Sandor shouted.
Shouta pressed his finger to his lips. "Shhhhh!"
Sandor squinted at him. "You're that magic fucker from Winterfell."
"That's right," said Shouta.
Sandor shivered. "What are you doing here? What are they-?" He looked at the horde of patient wights behind Shouta.
"I'm here for the same reasons you are, I reckon," said Shouta. "Satisfaction."
Sandor nodded. "Ay," he said. "Cersei was supposed to send troops, and she spurned ya. Well, alright then. Kill the bitch. I've got my sights elsewhere. Keep out of my way, and I'll keep out of yours."
"No harm shall come to you," said Shouta.
"Well, you can't promise me that," said Sandor.
Shouta nodded. "Valar morghulis. I'll see you on the other side."
"Ay," said Sandor. "Good luck, you son of a bitch." A new wave of Lannister troops came down the hall, saw Shouta's army, and screamed. "You got that?"
"Yeah, I got that," said Shouta. He pushed past Sandor, and the Hound disappeared unharmed behind the wall of wights. The Lannister guards ran in the opposite direction, but Shouta caused the ground to freeze, and their heavy armored boots caused them to slip. Shouta stepped over them, but his followers finished them off. At the end of the hall, pressed against the wall in fear, was Jamie Lannister.
"Shouta," he whispered. "Why?"
"I came to give your queen a taste of what she missed," said Shouta. "It's only fair, isn't it? The rest of us did our part."
"We," Jamie stuttered, "we have surrendered. Please. Let us escape in peace."
"You know," said Shouta, "I've been wondering this whole time what I would do when I met you. Do you deserve the same fate?" He gripped Jamie's throat.
"I most undoubtedly do," said Jamie.
Shouta smiled and released him. "Go, then."
"I'm sorry?"
"I'm letting you go," said Shouta. "Go to your little boat and sail away."
"I will leave with Cersei or die with Cersei," said Jamie.
"You are such a disappointment," said Shouta.
"I try," said Jamie.
Shouta stepped back, and Jamie fled. "Run, motherfucker! Or should I say sisterfucker? I'll be right behind you!" Shouta called after him.
Jamie began to trudge up the steps. "Cersei!"
But Shouta didn't follow. He was happy to give Jamie a head start. He had more work to do.
"It's over," Fafnir said to Grey Worm. "We're done here. You can cooperate, or-"
Grey Worm spat. "I only answer to Queen Daenerys. Not dragon traitors like you. You are all traitors!"
"When I came to this world, I made a pledge to protect it," said Fafnir. "I don't want to kill you, Grey Worm."
Lucoa rounded the corner. "Hey," she said. "Fafnir! What are you doing here? What's going on?"
"This traitor scum has come to stop our glorious cause," Grey Worm said.
"Ummm," said Lucoa. "There is no more cause. Queen Dany left."
Murmurs and gasps rippled throughout.
"LIES!" Grey Worm cried.
"When she started burning everything, we stopped her. Me, Tohru, and Kanna. Tohru and Kanna took her through a portal. I believe they went to Japan," said Lucoa.
"And Drogon?" Fafnir asked.
"He's transformed," said Lucoa. "An adolescent dragon...person. I stayed because of Shouta."
"That's..." Fafnir started, but he was taken off guard by a snowflake that landed on his nose. They all looked up, and a light snowfall began to float down.
Jamie and Cersei stalked through the Red Keep. They saw no signs of their guards, just splatters of blood and ominous spiral patterns. "Alright, Shouta," Jamie shouted. "You've proven your point." His voice merely echoed through the frozen halls. Cersei cried softly, paralyzed with fear. "Just a little bit further,"Jamie whispered. "The boat is waiting. All we have to do is make it through the basement." For a moment, Jamie thought Shouta really was done, and they would make it safely through. But then, he got to the door of the basement, and written in blood over the door were the words
NED STARK
Cersei moaned. Jamie drew his dragonglass weapon. What a fool Shouta had been to let him go earlier. The boy had sold his soul to the Other, and Jamie would do what was necessary to keep the realm safe from another Long Winter. He would not be thanked for it, but Jamie was accustomed to making the necessary though unpopular decisions.
They entered the basement and were immediately greeted with another name...
ROBERT BARATHEON
...written in blood at their feet. Jamie dragged Cersei along a corridor, and they passed more names
CATELYN STARK
LADY
ROBB STARK
OBERYN MARTELL
MARGAERY TYRELL
OLENNA TYRELL
THE HIGH SPARROW
PYCELLE
MACE TYRELL
LORAS TYRELL
KEVAN LANNISTER
LANCEL LANNISTER
SEPTA UNELLA
MISSANDEI
They rounded the last corner and entered the dragon skull room. The floor was covered in bones. They heard rattling of chains, and Cersei clutched Jamie so tightly that he could feel her nails through his leather armor.
"It's alright," said Jamie. "There's nothing here. Just..."
He stopped cold. The wall in front of them, where the exit to Tyrion's secret passageway was, bore two more names, bigger than all of the others.
MYRCELLA & TOMMEN
The bones around them reanimated. Jamie and Cersei looked around frantically for Shouta, but they couldn't see him, just the bones assembling themselves into perfect wights. The wights advanced. Jamie raised his dragonglass weapon. They were surrounded. There were too many. This was the end.
Jamie plunged his dagger into Cersei's gut.
