It was the next morning. Micheal woke up. He decided to go check on Duncan and see if he was doing okay. He walked into the room to find Duncan not in the room.
"Guys.... Where's Duncan?" Micheal asked nervously. Ester walked into the room, followed by Conan, Nevea, and Mahmood. All of them looked confused. That's when Michael's eyes grew sad.
"Don't tell me...." Ester trembled, that's when they saw Daenerys outside the hotel room window.
"No no no no no no no! This can't happen!" Micheal ran his hands up his hair in panic. Daenerys walked into the room.
"Where the hell is Duncan????" Micheal asked trembling.
"Oh, him? I wanted to rule this world too, so I obviously had to get him out of the way!" Daenerys said with a little bit of a chuckle. The entrants stepped back.
"You.... You killed him?????" Micheal quivered. The queen looked at Micheal with a stern eye.
"What do you think?" Jon said. He was standing behind Daenerys. Daenerys nodded at Jon's comment.
Micheal clenched his hand in the shape of a fist.
"Why? Just because he said he was the leader? You killed him???" Micheal raised his voice.
"Will you hurt us?...." Mahmood asked, shivering in fear.
"I made a promise to Duncan, that I wouldn't hurt any of you. And if there's one thing I don't do, it's break a promise." Daenerys laughed. That's when they all left the room, only the Eurovision contestants remained standing. Once the queen was out of sight, Micheal said something
"I'm gonna kill that woman with my bare hands if I have to!" Micheal was about to storm out of the room.
"Micheal stop!" Nevena cried.
"And what? Just let Duncan and Victor's deaths get forgotten? The queen and her little goons killed him! THEY KILLED HIM!... Just like they did to Victor." Micheal was raging at this point.
"I just don't want her to kill you too!" Nevena shot back.
"Guys, let's just stop fighting." Conan sighed.
"If I kill the queen, she can't hurt any more of us!" Micheal cried out. "I just want the contest back! I want Duncan back! I want Victor back!" Then he burst into tears.
"Killing her won't bring then back. It only causes more problems and makes things worse." Ester sighed. She was upset about the losses too.
"Uh guys?..." Mahmood stuttered from the window. "What's that?"
The rest of the entrants ran to the window to see the night King and his army fast approaching!
"What the hell are those things???" Ester cried. Micheal stood silent.
"They... They're those things Daenerys was talking about.... That army of the dead! Are they here to....." Micheal spoke up finally.
"Take over Tel Aviv!" Conan interrupted.
"We can't let that happen!" Micheal cried out. Then he said something none of the Eurovision contestants were expecting to hear from him.
"We... We have to help the queen!"
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A Losing Game (originally on AO3 written by anonymous)
Hayran Kurgu*So this is a story that I read on archive of our own, or AO3. But the story hasn't been updated in 2 years. So I'm going to update it myself with foreshadows of what I think will happen. I don't know the author, because they are anonymous. If they...
