End of Youth / Tommen Baratheon (2.2)

30. Undead Rising

'Theon' bran said. 'You're a good man. Thank you.' The night king took a step forward and theon charged at him spear ready but the night king was quick stabbing theon through the stomach. He fell to his knees before falling completely to the ground.

Jon made it just in time to see Theon fall and this fueled a rage in him, he attacked, lunging at the night king.

Though Jon was skilled the night king proved to be too strong for him.

Bran saw them losing, no hope in sight, his eyes turned white once again as he warged into Viserion. He breathed an icy fiery breath but it didn't phase the night king, he came out unscathed and with a dragonglass spear in his hand. The night king himself slayed Viserion causing the most horrendous disintegration, as the dragon seemed to shatter before them.

Jon used all his might running back to the night king while distracted by his destruction and stabbed him in the back with a dragonglass blade. The night king turned to Jon, a smirk on his face. Jon blinked back at him confused.

"He's immune to dragonglass." Jon whispered stumbling back. The night king grabbed a stunned Jon, squeezing his neck. Daenerys swooped down on her last remaining dragon. Drogon's wings rammed into the night king, Jon stumbled towards Bran, pulling them both onto the dragon. Daenerys commanded flight and they took off.

From above Jon saw the fallen soldiers coming back to life. All the dorthaki, all the unsullied that fell, coming back. They lost. They lost bad. This was the end as they knew it. 

Jon looked to Bran but his eyes were still white, warged, he was unable to snap Bran out of it. He held tight to Bran as the remaining survivors made their way south to kings landing.

"Your sister-"

"She will help us." Jon assured.

"At what cost?" Daenarys hissed back.

"Odds are you are not going to like it." Jon admitted.

"Hello my little love." Rieka coed bouncing her drooling little dirty blonde haired blue eyed boy in her arms.

"He looks a bit like tommen did at that age." Cersei remarked.

"I think he looks a little like Bran."

"I know you are mad we didn't go but-"

"You were right." Rieka assured. "I had to protect my boys."

"If you didnt have a baby you would have left." Cersei realized and rieka gave a tight nod.

"You think they are okay? My family. I dont care about the dragon bitch. But my family and tyrion? You think they did it? You think they won?" Rieka pondered. It would be easier if they all lost cersei thought honestly. She offered an innocent smile instead.

"Im sure we will have a dragon raining fire down upon us. Soon enough." Cersei half mused.

"Tyrion?" Daenarys questioned.

"Where is Sansa? Where is Arya?" Jon demanded. Tyrion huffed a breath as he marched past their camp.

"You were the idiots that put us in crypts when the night king was bringing people back from the dead." Tyrion declared. "They are all dead. Or undead".

"What?" Jon whispered.

"Everyone but me because i was a stubborn ass and wouldnt sit still. I came up to help and heard their screams from below. I heard them die and rise again."

"Missandei?" Daenarys begged. Tyrion shook his head.

"You two are the idiots that agreed to put your weakest links in the crypts. Their deaths are on you." Tyrion continued to walk away before he turned back to them. "Daenarys. I quit." Tyrion remarked throwing down his hand of queen pin.

"You cant blame me for this." Daenarys snapped.

"I can. You are self proclaimed queen. Its you- it was your job to protect your people not just your own ass."

"And what of your northern whore on my throne?" Daenarys shouted back.

"Dont talk about rieka like that." Tyrion demanded.

"She abandoned us all together !" Daenarys spat. "Maybe with their forces we could have won!"

"Maybe rieka and her new born babe would be dead too." Tyrion countered.

"Where are you going?" Daenarys demanded.

"Home. If they have me."