End of Youth / Tommen Baratheon (2.2)

35. Fireproof

"The grandeur a great weirwood tree. The heart of all the weir woods in Westeros and is the source of the night Kings power." Bran remarked.  "After all it created him. Why can't it destroy him as well?"

"What do we have to do?" Tommen questioned.

"Daenerys if you burn down the Weirwood tree, I believe you will be able to kill him, weaken him, his army will fall, his magic will be gone." Bran remarked.

"This is great." Rieka declared. "Whats that face for?" Bran looked to Jon.

"It may also have the added consequence of destroying every type of magic in the world," Bran offered. "destroying the grand weirwood tree would- could possibly... also kill Jon," Bran admitted and Jon nodded in understand. After all, the only reason Jon was still alive was that he was revived using magic by Melisandre.

"We have to hurry." Bran added.

"Yeah thats kind of a lot, I dont want Jon to die!" Rieka countered. "Is there another way?"

"Rieka I'm marked by the night king," Bran informed her revealing his mark.

"What does that mean?" Tommen questioned.

"The night king now knows what we are up to and will likely himself be on his way to protect the tree." Bran remarked. "But he will leave his army behind to take the castle.

The castle walls were crumbling and Jon looked to his family hugging them again, he held to Rieka and she sobbed into him.

"I just got you back." RIeka countered. But Jon being the understanding and compassionate soldier that he was understood that this was their best chance.

"We can find another way." Rieka begged holding onto him. "I just got you back."

"We have to keep fighting here." Jon reminded her. "We dont know that this will work."

"We need to get back out there." Tommen agreed. "We have to protect the castle, the people inside it." Jon and TOmmen headed back out as Daenerys took flight.

She flies off with drogon to the grand weirwood tree while the remaining forces of King's Landing fight on it is then that Daenerys sees the Night king, Bran was right. He saw what Bran saw and headed out himself. Daenerys finally confronted by the knight King.

"First war?" Jon questioned TOmmen as they fought off the undead.

"Yeah." Tommen agreed.

"You are doing great." Jon assured.

"I have never had a flaming sword before." Tommen remarked. beric had been beneficial lighting some blade aflame. Tommen swung for dear life.

"He shouldnt be out there." Cersei remarked.

"You know Joffrey would have never been in the thick of it." RIeka remarked. "TOmmen is out there fighting for his family, his friends, his kingdom. He is a good king. Dont you dare try to pull him back like you did with Joffrey." Rieka corrected.

"Arent you worried about him?" Cersei countered. "The witch-"

"Tommen is my husband, I love him. Yes I'm worried about him." Rieka assured. "But I'm really proud of him too."

The Battle of Ice and Fire it seemed as Daenerys slid down from Drogon and moved to the night king, he cocked his head back at her and the only thing standing before her in the tree was the night king himself.

"You killed my dragon." Daenerys shouted. "I almost had everything and you had to come and fuck things up!" He didnt speak he only lunged at her. Daenerys tried to hold him off, his wrist gripped in her hand keeping the blade from getting her, she kneed him in the cock he stumbled back and she glanced back at Drogon.

"Dracarys!" Daenerys demanded and drogon let out a blazing fire over them, burning her the night king and the grand weirwood tree all together and as the tree burns so does the night Kings flesh.

She takes her sword and stabs the night King through the heart Piercing him into the burning tree just like he was pierced in the heart by the children of the forest centuries ago.

Danerys was fireproof but she had never had to endure flames of this strength before. She made sure the night king perished, watched him die, bleeding out, his blood blue, almost crystal like and as the night King was dying the soldiers began to drop as well with the burning weirwood tree.

The undead dropped and TOmmen sucked in a breath as a sword pierced through his back, he stumbled forward collapsing into the ashy remnants of the undead. He looked to Jon seeing him turn pale arms splayed out, Tommen coughed out blood inching closer to Jon. He was dead. It was over, they won but why did Tommen feel like he lost too...