On the back of Drogon, Daenerys, Bran and Samwell finally arrive in sight of the capital, to see the full extent of the disaster. A naval battle is raging in the bay, while the streets of the city are submerged by the troops of the army of the dead, who are constantly advancing overwhelming towards the fortifications of the red dungeon. In addition, Viserion flies over the city with its terrible rider and continues its ravages.
Daenerys made Drogon lands in Dragonpit, where she leaves Samwell and Bran, well away from the city and the battle. Daenerys knows she has no choice but to face the undead dragon again, once her beloved child. Although she knows that the necromantic magic that animates Viserion offers a certain advantage to the latter against the attacks of Drogon, the young queen does not hesitate and flies, under the eyes of two young men.
The Night King immediately noticed the form of Drogon in the air and rushing straight at him. He also noticed Daenerys. The gaze of the Targaryen queen against him express much more than words : come and fight me! Taking his sword of ice, the king of the walkers launch Viserion to the attack, and the two dragons, roaring loudly, fly to each other with all their ferocity.
_"Dracarys!" orders Daenerys firmly, more focused and determined than ever.
Drogon spits all his power of flames, Viserion did the same and the two torrents of flames collide. In the explosion of smoke, the two dragons collide, their riders firmly clinging to them, and a new brutal and bloody dance of the dragons begins.
At first inflicting violent bites and claws while spinning in the sky, Drogon and Viserion try to spit flames on each other, but the breaths don't touch. Streets and entire squares of the city are swept by the fire breaths of the two flying reptiles. Viserion managed to make his way to Drogon's back and tries to snap Daenerys between his jaws, which she narrowly avoids. Drogon replied by biting deeply Viserion at the throat. While holding firm, Daenerys can see the Night King, harpooning her with his blue and icy gaze, and visibly trying to find stability to throw an ice javelin directly at her.
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From a window in the throne room, Cersei attends the apocalypse that falls on her city. The naval battle, the streets devastated by the white walkers and the duel of dragons in the air ... But madness prevails over her reason.
_ "Kill them, now!" she ordered to the Mountain, pointing to Jaime and Bronn.
The Mountain executes the order and assaults a violent lateral blow which would have cut Jaime in two if he had not dodged. Jaime and Bronn agree to attack the colossus on both sides, but Gregor managed to parry their attacks, or seems to feel no pain inflicted by their blades. Bronn uses his talents to pass Gregor's defense and inflicts several injuries on his ribs and right shoulder. Gregor reacts and pushes Bronn back with a powerful punch. Bronn falls to the ground, gasping. Jaime in turn dodges or blocks the massive attacks of the golem of flesh, undergoing several cuts on the shoulders. But ignoring the pain, Jaime uses his reflex as a knight and great swordsman to counter a blow that would have been fatal, and beyond the defense of his opponent, manages to give a stab in the ribs, but surprisingly, Gregor remains insensitive to this important injury and in turn pierces Jaime at the ribs. Jaime lets out a groan of great pain, before receiving a violent setback that projects him several meters back. Having seen this, Bronn tries to save Jaime by attacking the Mountain again, but after several blows blocked, is again repelled and stunned by another punch of the Golem. Remained behind, Cersei observes the fight with interest and satisfaction to see her invincible guard taking over. Jaime is stunned, heavily wounded, and can not get back on his feet, seeing Gregor's tall figure coming towards him to finish him off.
Sandor and Brienne, still pursued by some guards, burst into the throne room. While Brienne finished the last remaining guards, Sandor laid his eyes on his big brother.
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The TRUE Game of Thrones Ending (Episode 3 to 6 of Season 8)
FanfictionAfter seeing this shit they served to us, I wanted to put how I imagined the unfolding of episodes 3 to 6, sometimes keeping elements of the series that I appreciated, and put the end that for me would be worthy of Game of Thrones (this is only my o...
