OLDER SISTER and YOUNGER BROTHER run and giggle through a snow covered hill. In the distance, FATHER and MOTHER are attending chores at the farm. JULIA and OLIVER are play fighting and wrestle down the snow covered hill until they land on the other side. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blows and JULIA and OLIVER see, in the distance, hundreds of thousands of black shadowy forms stalking over the snow covered field.

The children hear THE NIGHT KING as he laughs.

JULIA: We should run home and tell mom and dad.

OLIVER nods.

They run home through hills upon hills as dramatic GAME OF THRONES music plays.

JULIA and OLIVER, fearful, arrive at FARM NUMBER 1.

JULIA: An army is coming dad!

THIENN: From the north?

They nod.

THIENN: How many?

OLIVER: Lots. A whole whole lots.

JULIA: More than the tournament last summer.

THIENN: Babe!

ANNALISE arrives.

ANNALISE: What's all the ruckus about, little wolves?

JULIA and OLIVER talking over each other: Mommy, mommy! An army's coming! We're scared.

THIENN: I reckon it's Wildlings.

ANNALISE: But the Wildling's came over the Wall through Castle Black and are with Jon Snow.

THIENN: Then, it's true, the rumours.

ANNALISE: Little wolves, go inside and grab the warmest clothes you can wear.

JULIA and OLIVER nod and run inside.

THIENN: We've only one horse among us. We can't ride to Winterfell.

ANNALISE: We can't run. We have to hide.

THIENN: The cellar in the barn.

ANNALISE nods. ANNALISE: Your dad?

THIENN, looking at the farm house in the distance: I have to ride to him, and warn him.

ANNALISE: I love you.

THIENN: I love you too.

CUTTO: CELLAR with smoked meat and cheeses. JULIA, OLIVER, and ANNALISE are huddled in a corner with blankets on top. Audience hears the wind and sees the family from above, through floorboards with cracks that reveal their terrified faces.

Another gust of wind then blue light. Feet amble inside like ballerina footsteps, then the slow deliberate footsteps of THE NIGHT KING.

THE NIGHT KING: They're here. I feel them.

BALLERINA footsteps: My pleasure to serve.

THE NIGHT KING: Leave me.

Audience sees the floorboards and the shadow of a lithe figure bowing to leave. Then, the slow deliberate footsteps of THE NIGHT KING.

THE NIGHT KING: Westerosi, Westerosi, and Westerosi – I feel you. Amidst the barn animals, cows, and chickens, THE NIGHT KING: Your souls feel different than the souls of livestock. THE NIGHT KING stops walking and sees the family underneath.

THE NIGHT KING: There you are. THE NIGHT KING smiles. ANNALISE screams in horror.

THE NIGHT KING: Scream as if you're gazing upon death, because this is who I am. THE NIGHT KING smiles and everyone is silent.

THE NIGHT KING: Good. I see the ladder. I'm coming down.

THE NIGHT KING walks down the ladder to the cellar. Above, a crowd of generals of the army wait.

THE NIGHT KING: Mother, sister, and brother. And the father?

ANNALISE looks away, scared and sobbing.

JULIA: The next farm house, but you knew that already.

THE NIGHT KING: I know more than most can imagine.

JULIA: Then you are death.

THE NIGHT KING: Little girl, how have you grown so bold to speak to death?

JULIA: My younger brother, Declan. You took him away last winter.

THE NIGHT KING: Little girl, indeed I did. What is your name?

JULIA: Julia. Julia Farmer.

OLIVER: I'm Oliver.

ANNALISE: I'm their mother, Annalise.

THE NIGHT KING: Do you know why Declan died, so young?

ANNALISE shakes her head. OLIVER hugs JULIA, and JULIA stares at THE NIGHT KING unafraid, then nods her head.

THE NIGHT KING: Julia, why did Declan die?

JULIA: Because he was weak. Winter kills the weak.

THE NIGHT KING smiles and bends down. JULIA approaches him.

THE NIGHT KING: You are one clever little girl, Julia. Yes, Declan died because he was weak. He had the disease of sugar in the blood. He cried all the time, didn't he?

JULIA nods.

THE NIGHT KING: He was in pain.

ANNALISE: Will you murder us?

THE NIGHT KING: I may. Or I may recruit you to my army. THE NIGHT KING looks at JULIA. My army is the greatest army the world has ever known or will ever know. My army is a hundred and sixty thousand undead creatures, and each day I walk on this cold northern land, I recruit more and more into my army.

ANNALISE: How can you speak Westerosi?

THE NIGHT KING stands. I am Death. I speak all languages. He stares into ANNALISE. Are you ready to die, mother?

ANNALISE, crying: No. My children, I want to see them grow up.

THE NIGHT KING, disgusted: I don't murder children.

ANNALISE pauses crying.

THE NIGHT KING: Children are the most innocent creatures. I would never murder a child.

ANNALISE: But what about Declan? You killed him.

THE NIGHT KING, smiling: I set him free from the pain and disease of his life. THE NIGHT KING stabs his fist into her heart, and ANNALISE's eyes grow wide in her last moments of living before she dies. Her eyes remain dark.

THE NIGHT KING, tongue out in ecstasy: Glorious. THE NIGHT KING smiles as blood runs down his hand. ANNALISE dies. OLIVER cries and JULIA holds back tears.

JULIA: You are Death.

THE NIGHT KING, tasting the blood on his hands: But I'm also what makes life glorious. THE NIGHT KING walks toward the ladder, then stares at JULIA and OLIVER with slobbered blood across his face.

THE NIGHT KING: I don't murder children, and most of the time, I let them live. Most of the time, they survive a few weeks before they starve. When a child starves, it's not my fault. Starvation is the absence of life, not death.

JULIA: If we join your army, will we starve?

THE NIGHT KING: In my army, you will never know hunger. You will be part of the most powerful army this world has ever known. You will only know power. THE NIGHT KING smiles, and suddenly, inside the cellar, it snows and icicles appear and catch the light.

JULIA: Winter is beautiful.

THE NIGHT KING climbs the ladder, and JULIA follows. OLIVER remains by the wall.

OLIVER: Julia! I'm scared.

JULIA hops off the ladder and hugs OLIVER.

JULIA: Ollie, I'm scared too. But I'm more scared of living in the winter alone. OLIVER nods. They climb the ladder.

THE NIGHT KING: Winter has finally fucking arrived. THE NIGHT KING cackles and greets his generals and lieutenants lined up and waiting. Camera pans out to the hundreds of thousands of THE NIGHT KING's army.

THE NIGHT KING: My generals and lieutenants were all children when they joined me. A man named Crastor offered his boys as sacrifice, and through the years, I've raised them like my own.

OLIVER: Their eyes are a funny blue.

THE NIGHT KING: Little boy, that is how they know no hunger.

OLIVER: Will our eyes turn funny blue?

THE NIGHT KING: If worthy, yes.

JULIA: Will you kill daddy and grandpa like you killed mommy?

THE NIGHT KING: Of course, little girl.

JULIA: Why?

THE NIGHT KING: You will understand in time. THE NIGHT KING walks to his half-decayed horse and mounts his steed, SKELETON STALLION. THE NIGHT KING: Come. We will ride to the next farm house.

OLIVER: To daddy and grandpa.

THE NIGHT KING: Yes, little boy.

OLIVER: I don't want you to kill them.

THE NIGHT KING: I won't. THE NIGHT KING smiles.

JULIA and OLIVER ride on horseback with THE NIGHT KING.

JULIA: You feel cold.

THE NIGHT KING: Winter is cold.

JULIA: When I'm scared, I feel cold. What do you feel when you're scared?

THE NIGHT KING: I'm never scared, little girl. What do I have to be scared of?

JULIA: Yourself.

THE NIGHT KING stops SKELETON STALLION: You're very wise for a little girl.

JULIA: I know what will be coming. Winter.

THE NIGHT KING: The longest, coldest winter Westeros will ever witness.

CAMERA pans out to the frozen field. For a few moments, it is the three of them on horseback through the howling winds. THE NIGHT KING, JULIA, and OLIVER arrive at FARM NUMBER 2. The rest of the army had remained at FARM NUMBER 1.

THE NIGHT KING: You know what I want, little girl.

JULIA nods. She jumps off the horse and walks towards the barn and points to the cellar.

OLIVER: No Julia!

JULIA: He senses them. I'm not telling him what he doesn't already know.

THE NIGHT KING: Julia, my clever little girl. THE NIGHT KING dismounts and pets his steed. THE NIGHT KING nuzzles on SKELETON STALLION's neck as OLIVER is still sitting on top.

THE NIGHT KING: Come on, Oliver. We are going to say goodbye to your father and grandfather. THE NIGHT KING holds open his arms so OLIVER can hop off SKELETON STALLION.

OLIVER hops off, but to the ground on his own. THE NIGHT KING shrugs his shoulders. They walk to JULIA.

THE NIGHT KING: Wait here.

In silence, THE NIGHT KING walks alone to the barn, and the cellar. It's dark, but THE NIGHT KING emanates blue light.

THE NIGHT KING: Westerosi, Westerosi. I feel you. THE NIGHT KING looks down through floorboards and smiles. There you are. Julia and Oliver will coming down to see you. And dad, put the axe down. THIENN puts down the axe, and THE NIGHT KING entraps the weapon in ice through magic. THE NIGHT KING: You have five minutes with them, then I return and you will be killed. Think carefully what you want to say to your children. THE NIGHT KING looks at GRANDFATHER and THIENN.

THE NIGHT KING returns to JULIA and OLIVER.

THE NIGHT KING, bending down to talk to both: Oliver, and Julia. These are the last moments of your father and grandfather's lives. Think carefully what you want to say.

THE NIGHT KING looks at OLIVER: The world isn't always just. Some are born into wealth, whereas others into poverty. If you were wealthier, you'd be in Winterfell with the other rich children. But you're not. The world isn't always fair, but what we grow into, that's our choice. Today, you will have an important choice to make. You can chose to run and try to survive on your own – I promise my army will leave you unharmed. Your choice, your decision. If you survive the long winter alone, you deserve to live. That is your choice. Or you can choose to join my army, the greatest army Westeros has ever known.

OLIVER: I'm scared.

THE NIGHT KING: What is unknown is scary.

OLIVER: Death is scary.

THE NIGHT KING: But inevitable.

THE NIGHT KING looks at JULIA, smiles: I've met many children on my journey south, and each one, I offer them the choice to survive alone or join my army. The brave choose to survive alone, but the clever choose to join me. We know your brother is the former, whereas you're the latter. You're a clever girl, Julia. You can grow into a clever general.

JULIA: Will I have to kill?

THE NIGHT KING: You will serve Death. You will kill because death is inevitable.

JULIA nods.

THE NIGHT KING: I have a gift for both of you. Open your hands, and show me your palms.

JULIA and OLIVER open their hands. THE NIGHT KING touches each palm, and as he does so, blue light emanates from their hands.

THE NIGHT KING: With me, you will never fear the darkness. Now, say goodbye to your father and grandfather. THE NIGHT KING smiles, then says: You have five minutes alone, then I'm coming. In five minutes, Death is coming.

JULIA and OLIVER run through the barn.

OLIVER: Death is scary.

JULIA: But inevitable. Come, let's say goodbye to dad and grandpa. We need to tell them how much we love them.

THE NIGHT KING, from a distance: Clever little girl. Death is inevitable, but you've figured it out.

JULIA: He hears everything.

OLIVER nods.

JULIA and OLIVER climb down the stairs, and are hugged by GRANDPA and THIENN.

GRANDPA: Oh Julia. Oh Oliver.

OLIVER: Grandpa, I love you.

JULIA, hugs THIENN: Dad, I love you.

THIENN: My little wolves, I love you. Is it true?

JULIA: Yes.

OLIVER: He's scary.

JULIA: He gave us five minutes.

THE NIGHT KING, from a distance: Four minutes now little girl.

JULIA: He hears everything. He knows everything.

OLIVER: He's Death.

JULIA: He allows children to live.

GRANDPA: We have enough food to last the winter. You could live off the food in the cellar.

JULIA: But then what? We can't grow on this farm on our own. It takes dad and mom ten hours a day to keep the livestock and sow the fields.

GRANDPA: Find others. After the winter, together, you will survive.

THIENN: But if a winter storm comes, a child can't keep a fire through the night.

THE NIGHT KING: Three minutes, clever little girl.

OLIVER: He gave us powers. OLIVER swirls the blue light with his hands.

JULIA: He promised us that we'd know no hunger.

THIENN: I love you, no matter what you choose.

GRANDPA: We are family. Please Julia.

JULIA plays with her blue light, and notices with wonder that when she concentrates the blue light into fine lines, icicles form.

THE NIGHT KING: I'm coming down. I don't know if it's been five minutes, but I'm coming down. Who would have guessed Death is sometimes a little inpatient?

JULIA, OLIVER, THIENN, and GRANDPA freeze as THE NIGHT KING walks to the cellar.

THE NIGHT KING: Four Westerosis in the cellar. I feel you. You already know I don't murder children. But men, I enjoy murdering men the most.

THE NIGHT KING: Julia, will you be clever or brave?

JULIA: Clever.

THE NIGHT KING: Good. You know what must be done.

JULIA whispers: The inevitable.

JULIA: Grandpa, dad, I love you.

GRANDPA: Julia.

THIENN: My little girl.

They hug.

JULIA: We all must die. The best death is knowing we're loved. JULIA's eyes grow blue as blue light emanates from her hands to form ice around GRANDPA and THIENN. They die.

THE NIGHT KING: Julia, you're worthy.

OLIVER: No Julia!

JULIA: Ollie, goodbye. I love you. They hug. JULIA whispers: Live, survive. One day, I'll return.

OLIVER nods. Goodbye Julia. I love you too.

In silence, JULIA and THE NIGHT KING walk to SKELETON STALLION.

JULIA: Oliver will be unharmed?

THE NIGHT KING: My word is my word, and unharmed, yes.

They mount. Through the howling winds:

JULIA: I don't feel cold.

THE NIGHT KING: Exactly, my clever little girl.

JULIA: Is this why you exist? So that we no longer feel pain?

THE NIGHT KING: For some, yes.

JULIA: I have so many questions.

THE NIGHT KING: In time, my clever little girl.

A few more cut scenes in the cold when suddenly the wind stops.

THE NIGHT KING looks around.

THE NIGHT KING: Sound the alarms! Sound the alarms!

BALLERINA: My king, let me take the child.

THE NIGHT KING: Enemies advancing! Prepare for an attack!

THE NIGHT KING'S army prepare for an attack. THE NIGHT KING gallops on his steed to command his army.

JULIA: He looks scared.

BALLERINA: Nothing scares him. He is Death. What can scare Death?

Off in the distance, we see VISERION, RHAEGAL, and DROGON.

JULIA: Dragons. Dragons can scare death.

CUTTO:

OLIVER: Dragons are awesome.

[GAME OF THRONES theme music.]

THE NIGHT KING: Hold the line! Hold the line!

RHAEGAL is the fastest and from THE NIGHT KING's perspective, the audience sees dragon fire reign destruction on the army of undead. Hundreds burn. VISERION flies second, and reigns dragon fire from above. Hundreds more burn. DROGON then flies and reigns massive fire upon thousands of undead.

THE NIGHT KING to 1ST GENERAL: Our first infantry?

1ST GENERAL: The most expendable.

THE NIGHT KING: We wait.

Camera pans out as audience sees, from THE NIGHT KING's perspective, the three dragons decimate the undead army.

THE NIGHT KING: They are flying in formation. Ready my spear.

1ST GENERAL: Yes my king.

BALLERINA: Which dragon will you kill?

THE NIGHT KING: The biggest and fattest one. He's slower.

JULIA: What is the spear?

BALLERINA: Our greatest weapon. It could have splintered the great Wall these humans built.

1ST GENERAL holds the massive ice spear with both hands and presents the weapon to THE NIGHT KING who grabs it with only one hand, his left. He aims, then launches the ice spear. The camera flies from the spear's perspective as audience flies over thousands of undead, and timed to strike DROGON. But at the last minute, RHAEGAL flies to intercept. RHAEGAL tumbles behind to a snow covered field scorched with charred remains.

THE NIGHT KING: Now march. That dragon is mine.

The undead army marches forward, and each step is in unison so the ground trembles. Drum beats to a crescendo as THE NIGHT KING ARMY marches forward. THE NIGHT KING mounts SKELETON STALLION and offers his hand to JULIA.

THE NIGHT KING: I promised you power. Come, see what power brings you.

JULIA mounts and sits in front. THE NIGHT KING ARMY advances as the audience sees DROGON and VISERION fly off. The undead advance and the winds grow fiercer. When the army stops, the undead part way for THE NIGHT KING to pass. He dismounts and sees RHAEGAL, guts exploded open, but still alive.

THE NIGHT KING, in Draconic: Magnificent dragon, I am the Night King.

RHAEGAL, gasping for breath: You are powerful.

THE NIGHT KING: I am death. I am powerful, and you will soon die.

RHAEGAL, in pain: I died in service of my mother. It is death with honour.

THE NIGHT KING: Death is honour, but for the undead, honour means nothing. For the thousands of undead minions in my army, they only serve, mindless as they serve. But you are a dragon, a creature deserving of honour. You will die, and you will turn undead to join my army. But I offer you this choice. You can choose to bleed and suffer, and when you take your last breath, you will forget everything and only serve. Or you can chose a quick death. Dragon, beg for a quick death and when you awake, you'll remember that death is powerful but merciful.

RHAEGAL, wincing in pain: Please, a quick death. Please end this pain.

THE NIGHT KING approaches and bends to the wound. With blue light, he touches RHAEGAL.

THE NIGHT KING: Feel no more pain, magnificent dragon. The blue light intensifies and RHAEGAL's eyes turn blue.

THE NIGHT KING: Rise, magnificent dragon. Rise and know no hunger. Rise magnificent dragon, and know death is powerful but merciful. Rise as the first undead dragon and I name you Ghal!

GHAL rises and screams, then hisses blue energy.

GHAL: My king, you are merciful. GHAL bends his head down in submission.

THE NIGHT KING: Can you still fly?

GHAL flaps his wings and nods.

THE NIGHT KING: Julia, do you want to fly and see the world from above?

JULIA: Yes.

THE NIGHT KING and JULIA mount GHAL.

THE NIGHT KING: Hold on tight, my little girl.

GHAL runs through the field of snow and charred remains of the undead. GHAL builds momentum when THE NIGHT KING lifts his hand forward. A powerful gust of wind blows and GHAL is airborne. JULIA and THE NIGHT KING laugh as they fly.

JULIA: That castle in the distance, is that where we're going?

THE NIGHT KING: I feel the fear of many souls there.

JULIA: That's Winterfell. I've never been inside.

THE NIGHT KING: You will tomorrow. But that's tomorrow. Today, let's have a little fun. Julia, besides that castle, is there anywhere else you want to see?

JULIA: The ocean.

THE NIGHT KING: Ghal, can we fly east toward the ocean for my little girl?

GHAL: Yes my king.

They turn to fly east. CUTTO: ocean, the Bay of Seals.

GHAL descends. THE NIGHT KING and JULIA dismount.

JULIA: The ocean is beautiful.

THE NIGHT KING: But deadly to us.

JULIA: To us?

THE NIGHT KING: Unfortunately, the ocean is deadly to us.

JULIA: But I thought you crossed the Bay of Seals.

THE NIGHT KING: Yes, by learning that the undead freeze in water. If you walk into the waves, you'll have only minutes before you freeze in the water. This is the tragic underbelly of our existence. But it doesn't mean you can't sit down, and enjoy the beauty of the waves.

They sit side by side on rocks.

JULIA: Can I call you uncle?

THE NIGHT KING: I'd love it, Julia.

JULIA: Uncle Night, what does the ocean mean to you?

THE NIGHT KING: The great unknown. Have you ever wondered what lies beyond, in the great unknown?

JULIA: I have wondered.

THE NIGHT KING: Near land, the ocean floor doesn't go too deep, and it's full of fish, whales, and sea creatures with shells. But far out in the ocean, the water is so vast and deep that light doesn't penetrate the depths, and leagues upon leagues deep into the ocean it is only black darkness. When light doesn't penetrate, it means no plants grow, but life exists there. These creatures at the bottoms of the depths of the ocean resemble translucent monsters. They survive by feasting on carrion that drop from the upper ocean. The fish and whales that die, and when they die, their bodies land to the bottom of the ocean to feed these monsters.

JULIA: It sounds scary.

THE NIGHT KING: It isn't a life I want for myself, but it is life nevertheless.

JULIA: These fish and whales – how do they die?

THE NIGHT KING: Various reasons. Most of the time, it's because they've been eaten and some part of their body falls to the bottom. Other times, a whale dies from a heart attack or stroke.

JULIA: So way out in the ocean, death means life, eventually.

THE NIGHT KING: You are correct, Julia.

JULIA: I'm beginning to understand.

THE NIGHT KING: It makes me glad. Julia, do you know what inevitable means?

JULIA: Something that cannot be avoided.

THE NIGHT KING: That is inevitable. Death is inevitable, and when I march onward to Winterfell tomorrow, my victory will be inevitable. The brunt of the fighting will be in front. I don't think it's wise for you to witness that. Killing is brutal, and I don't want you to see that just yet Julia. Tomorrow, you can remain in the back or be with Ballerina. She will protect you from the worst of the killing.

JULIA: Ok, Uncle Night. Are you protecting me?

THE NIGHT KING: I see you like my own child, Julia. I need to teach you the truth of this world because the truth will protect you, but truth must be tempered by patience. Shall we fly back to the snow fields?

JULIA nods.

THE NIGHT KING: Ghal, are you ready to fly back?

GHAL: Yes, my king.

They mount, and are airborne. CUTTO: JULIA riding horseback with BALLERINA. It is dark without moonlight and only stars.

JULIA: Why do we march in the dark?

BALLERINA: Fear is a powerful emotion, and our king knows how to instill fear in our enemies.

JULIA: Each step we take is in unison, like the army is one. I feel the earth shake.

BALLERINA: The enemy will feel our footsteps before they see us. That instills fear.

JULIA: How many of us are there?

BALLERINA: Too many to count.

2ND GENERAL: Don't be too dramatic, Ballie. I've counted our army and we have one hundred sixty thousand.

BALLERINA: I was just lazy to count. 2nd General isn't lazy however. He's actually borderline obsessive compulsive, but it has its advantages.

2ND GENERAL: I command the largest regiment.

BALLERINA: Largest but the weakest among us. They march in the vanguard.

2ND GENERAL: They are the first to be sacrificed, but each time my minions die, I feel it and it's feels fucking good.

BALLERINA: You should watch your language when we have a child around, you know.

2ND GENERAL: I can't help it babe. You know pain is my pleasure, and I'm not one to hide it.

3RD GENERAL: I'm Third General. I command the strong. We march second.

JULIA: You're very big, I can see why you command the strong. Are all of you named by rank?

BALLERINA: Just the Generals. The Lieutenants are named something else. It's a name they chose. I chose Ballerina because I bring grace to this army. Julia, you must be careful with some of the generals and lieutenants. Some of them aren't happy about new recruits, and some of them are dangerous. 4th General is one of them. He commands the regiment of murderers. His mind has become warped by the minds of the murderers he commands, especially the psychotic serial killers that lurk in his regiment. Only the Night King has enough strength and wisdom to speak to 4th General.

2ND GENERAL: Also don't talk to Violet over there. She commands the regiment of suicides.

BALLERINA: She will suck you into a void of never ending sadness.

2ND GENERAL: But when she's turned around, she's good for a fuck. That's the only time she stops talking.

BALLERINA looks at 2ND GENERAL with a look of disgust, when suddenly the entire NIGHT KING ARMY stops. The wind stops. On a still winter night, THE NIGHT KING walks upon snow and it crunches with each step he takes.

THE NIGHT KING: My generals and lieutenants, when night has reached her darkest, we march towards Winterfell. It will be the first castle we encounter, but like every encounter before this one, we have prevailed. We are the greatest army this world has ever known, we have prevailed and will prevail because we are inevitable. What is inevitable?

GENERALS and LIEUTENANTS: Death!

THE NIGHT KING: We are death and we march to kill the living!

2ND GENERAL: We march first to determine defences and any traps. Many of us will be sacrificed.

THE NIGHT KING: Their sacrifice is for the greater purpose.

2ND GENERAL: A sacrifice willingly given, my king.

3RD GENERAL: When defences are down, we march to kill soldiers.

THE NIGHT KING: These soldiers may prove challenging 3rd General. I do not underestimate their determination and resilience. We have encountered strong fighters on our journey south, and these may be the strongest yet, but we have always prevailed.

3RD GENERAL: Death is inevitable, my king.

4TH GENERAL: Any who try to flee, my regiment will kill them, my king.

THE NIGHT KING: Torment then kill. Those who flee must suffer.

1ST GENERAL: Brother, what of the dragons?

THE NIGHT KING: I sense them not. They must be hiding. Either they're afraid that I'll spear one of the other dragons, or they are waiting in the distance to strike after we've struck.

1ST GENERAL: Two dragons versus our one, if it ever becomes a battle in the air, it will not be in our favour.

THE NIGHT KING: Agreed. Ghal will be kept in rear and as soon as the other dragons appear, I strike with my ice spear.

1ST GENERAL: I will ready them, my king.

THE NIGHT KING: Ballerina, you have an important task.

BALLERINA: I will protect her, my king.

THE NIGHT KING: Julia, when the battle begins, I will not tend to you. I will engage the enemy and issue commands from here, but there may be a moment when it grows too dangerous, and Ballerina will take you elsewhere to be safe. Protecting you is important to me. Do you understand?

JULIA: I do Uncle Night.

THE NIGHT KING turns around, and looks forward.

THE NIGHT KING: The night is at her darkest. My army of the undead, march!

All 160 000 of the undead soldiers in THE NIGHT KING ARMY march in unison. The ground trembles with each footstep.

THE NIGHT KING: March!

Another march, and the snow from trees fall off to the ground.

THE NIGHT KING: March!

Another march, and the ice on ponds crack.

THE NIGHT KING: MARCH!

Drums beat as the army advances. In the distance, the audience sees WINTERFELL atop the hill. Light illuminates from windows atop the hill. The army marches forward, and the drums keep beating.2ND REGIMENT march forward until suddenly, they fall into dual pits of green flame.

2ND GENERAL, grinning in pleasure: The pits claim 223 bodies of the sacrificed, my king.

THE NIGHT KING: We have more. Keep advancing.

2ND REGIMENT fall into another pair of pits in green flame (ALCHEMIST'S FIRE).

2ND GENERAL: These pits claim 221 bodies of the sacrificed, my king.

THE NIGHT KING: Advance.

Dual pits continue to take 200 some odd undead of 2ND REGIMENT.

THE NIGHT KING: The enemy wants us to advance up the hill as a narrow phalanx. 1st General, my spear.

1ST GENERAL: Here my king, my brother.

THE NIGHT KING holds the ICE SPEAR and aims towards the walls of WINTERFELL. THE NIGHT KING's left hand, spear, then ICE SPEAR launched into the air. Audience sees ICE SPEAR thrown into the air, and sees the army from above before hitting the loading stone of the arch of the 2nd GATE OF WINTERFELL, and half the wall crumbles down the hill.

THE NIGHT KING: The walls of Winterfell have been breached. 3rd Regiment, onward!

MORE DRUMS, and VISERION and DROGON fly from the distance.

THE NIGHT KING: I will meet our enemy in the air, but I know how to even the odds. Ghal, come to me.

From behind, GHAL flies to land in front of THE NIGHT KING.

THE NIGHT KING: Brother, command the troops while I am in flight. I do not want the Three-eyed Raven harmed until I meet him.

1ST GENERAL: As you command.

THE NIGHT KING, in Draconic: Ghal, you will meet your brother and sister in battle. The bonds of family are subservient to another bond more primal than that of family.

GHAL: The bond of power.

THE NIGHT KING: What do dragons value above all else?

GHAL: Power.

THE NIGHT KING: Who is the most powerful?

GHAL: You are, my king.

THE NIGHT KING mounts GHAL.

THE NIGHT KING: With the wind under our command, we will prevail.

THE NIGHT KING lifts his hands up, and wind pushes GHAL upward and they're airborne.

THE NIGHT KING: Together, we control the winds.

GHAL: Together, we control the skies.

THE NIGHT KING: Do you see them?

GHAL: They are three leagues ahead.

THE NIGHT KING: Not anymore. Whirldwinds storm ahead in front of the path of VISERION and DROGON. The dragons are caught up in the whirlwind like a tornado, and thrown off course. GHAL chases after VISERION when:

THE NIGHT KING: I sense the men on horseback. They race to attack my army from behind. We must intercept.

GHAL flies off, and camera pans to DOTHRAKI charging from a forest lined with tents toward the rear of the NIGHT KING ARMY. Although the main force of cavalry charge forward, some are fleeing in the opposite direction. GHAL hovers above.

THE NIGHT KING: Drakarys.

GHAL breathes blue energy over the DOTHRAKI and they freeze, entrapped in ice. THE NIGHT KING snaps his fingers, and every ice encased DOTHRAKI shatter into shards. DOTHRAKI stop advancing. THE NIGHT KING rotates his hands and a whirlwind appears, but made from the shattered remains of the dead DOTHRAKI, and form a cloud above the remaining cavalry. Hail falls upon the horses and men, but these pierce horse and human flesh, and blood from hundreds of cuts gush onto the snow before they die. Remaining DOTHRAKI flee.

DAENERYS: Drakarys!

DROGON breathes fire at GHAL, and THE NIGHT KING jumps off before fire envelopes GHAL. GHAL screams in agony before his blue eyes fade to black, and GHAL falls lifeless onto the snow.

THE NIGHT KING is alone on the snow, and DAENERYS smiles while hovering above with DROGON.

DAENERYS: Drak – !

A wind blows, and THE NIGHT KING's body transforms into snow and is blown away. DAENERYS looks around for THE NIGHT KING, but sees nothing until suddenly the dead DOTHRAKI stand animated. Thousands of dead DOTHRAKI rise from the ground and move forward.

DAENERYS: Drakarys!

DROGON breathes fire and burns hundreds of DOTHRAKI but thousands more remain.

DAENERYS: Drakarys!

DROGON breathes fire and burns hundreds of DOTHRAKI but thousands more remain.

DAENERYS: Fly.

DROGON flies up into the sky.

CUTTO: Field with BALLERINA and JULIA, and GENERALS. It begins to snow, and THE NIGHT KING forms.

THE NIGHT KING: Ghal has been sacrificed. Where are we?

3RD GENERAL: My regiment has secured access to the God's Wood, my king. We had been fighting the other dragon when suddenly they flew. A few soldiers remain hidden in the castle, but the path to the God's Wood is secure, my king.

THE NIGHT KING: 4th General, stay alert for those fleeing.

4TH GENERAL nods.

THE NIGHT KING: How many of the 3rd Regiment have we lost?

3RD GENERAL: More than three quarters, my king. Destroyed by obsidian.

THE NIGHT KING: How many of their soldiers did we kill?

3RD GENERAL: All but a handful. Those still alive are hiding.

2ND GENERAL: My regiment is scouring the castle to find them.

THE NIGHT KING: It is time to meet the Three-eyed Raven.

THE NIGHT KING crouches to JULIA.

THE NIGHT KING: We have almost won the battle, my little girl, but there is one more important thing to do. I want you to see this, but it may be dangerous so I want you to obey whatever Ballerina tells you to do.

JULIA: Ok.

THE NIGHT KING mounts SKELETON STALLION and rides through the field of battle. Bodies of the dead, both recent and long dead, litter the ground in a ooze of blood, shattered bones, and rotting flesh. 1ST GENERAL, 2ND GENERAL, and 3RD GENERAL mount their steeds and accompany THE NIGHT KING up the hill. Audience witnesses the screams of disembowelled men as well as the hiss of skulls and arms crawling on the snow in search of a body.

JULIA rides with BALLERINA, a safe distance behind.

JULIA: I smell the stench.

BALLERINA: Death's fragrance is pungent.

JULIA: What will happen to the dead?

BALLERINA: The recently dead will be turned and sorted into regiments. The dead destroyed by obsidian will turn to dust and be blown by the wind.

A scream and BRIENNE emerges from a pile of bodies. BRIENNE runs toward THE NIGHT KING, when JULIA sees her. JULIA throws a blue ball onto the ground in front of BRIENNE, forms ice, and BRIENNE falls onto the ground, OATHKEEPER falling out of her hands.

THE NIGHT KING, entraps BRIENNE's armour in ice, as well as OATHKEEPER. He snaps his fingers, and OATHKEEPER shatters into shards.

THE NIGHT KING: I will deal with you later. Julia, thank you. We must keep going.

CUTTO: God's Wood. BRAN sits underneath the heartwood tree, guarded by strong undead.

THE NIGHT KING et al enter. He dismounts SKELETON STALLION and walks toward BRAN.

THE NIGHT KING: Hello old friend.

BRAN: Hello old friend.

THE NIGHT KING: It has been too long.

THE NIGHT KING looks around.

THE NIGHT KING: The woman with many faces, I feel you. Emerge from the shadows now, and I won't kill you. Or your sister.

ARYA appears from the darkness, her face resembling an undead.

THE NIGHT KING: I can tell you're not one of us.

ARYA: You have my sister?

2ND GENERAL: We do.

THE NIGHT KING: Drop your dagger and I may let Sansa live.

ARYA: What if I threw this dagger into you?

THE NIGHT KING: I can conjure a wall of ice faster than you can throw your dagger. You have lost. Know when you've lost, but recognize when the victor shows you mercy.

ARYA drops her dagger. THE NIGHT KING encases the blade in ice, snaps his fingers, and it shatters into useless shards.

THE NIGHT KING: Will you cooperate or will I need to encase you in ice?

ARYA: I'll cooperate.

THE NIGHT KING: Good, because you were interrupting a conversation between old friends.

BRAN: Why did you kill my tree with your minions? I've lost much of my power.

THE NIGHT KING: Your power has been waning for centuries. You have grown old and weak.

BRAN: I may have grown old and weak, but what right do you have to murder me?

THE NIGHT KING: Do you know what is growing now, in the bed of soil after your tree was felled?

BRAN: I can't sense that anymore.

THE NIGHT KING: A sapling. Female this time.

BRAN: A heartwood sapling? For thousands of years, no heartwood saplings have taken root.

THE NIGHT KING: The last time it happened was after the last great winter, do you remember?

BRAN: I do. In the years after the long winter, there weren't men with their axes cutting down my saplings.

THE NIGHT KING: Do you now know why I must advance south?

BRAN: Men must die so my saplings can grow.

THE NIGHT KING: Death must purge to restore balance to this world.

BRAN: Men have grown too strong and too many.

THE NIGHT KING: Only I am the answer.

BRAN: Will you kill me?

THE NIGHT KING: You should have already been dead, instead of assuming the body of a crippled boy. You murdered innocence so you could live. How do you feel about that, old man?

BRAN: But you killed my tree. You killed me.

THE NIGHT KING: Death is inevitable, but you murdered innocence so you could live.

BRAN: I was scared. I didn't want to be forgotten. I was a father, and I had children once. It is tragedy that allows a father to outlive his children, but that was my life as the Three-eyed Raven. I'm sorry I took Bran's life. I was scared, and I did something I wasn't proud of, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please forgive me.

THE NIGHT KING, hands emanating blue light: Forgiven, but not forgotten.

THE NIGHT KING places his hand on top of BRAN'S neck. BRAN'S eyes go white, and he convulses in his wheelchair with spit gurgling from the side of his mouth. BRAN continues to seizure until JULIA screams.

JULIA, crying: Uncle, please stop.

THE NIGHT KING: For murder, they must suffer.

BRAN continues to seizure until THE NIGHT KING stops.

THE NIGHT KING: Julia, what is murder?

JULIA: When someone plans to kill someone..

THE NIGHT KING: Bran Stark travelled hundreds of leagues north for hope. He returned as an old man incapable of emotion and devoid of hope.

JULIA: Murder.

THE NIGHT KING: Character assassination at the least.

JULIA goes to the HEARTWOOD TREE and returns with a handful of acorns.

JULIA: Uncle Night, I'm beginning to understand.

CAMERA pans out to the debris of war: bodies, weapons, and then the endless expanse of wind blowing over a snow covered field.