The Burnt Prince- GOT SI Ch.43

Chapter 43

DAEMON TARGARYEN

Daemon had spent years preparing for the Dead. Decades, all spent in trying to prepare the realm tot he best of his abilities for the calamity that threatened to end it all, and yet despite all of his plans it had unravelled in a way he had never expected.

The attack of the dead had come much earlier than he had anticipated, and he was thankful that he had spent years and years arming the Free Folk and the Night’s Watch with Dragon Glass weapons so that they could fight against the Dead at an even footing but yet the battle infront of him was a disaster.

He flew through the skies and watched as the living clashed against the dead, fighting by tooth and nail, with valor and desperation that was nothing short of idiotic and as his dragon descended through the clouds he saw the mood on the battle field shift as the living erupted in a cheer as Cannibal roared in all its might.

“Cannibal,” he whispered as he leaned down.

“Dracarys!” and his dragon roared at his command as it twisted its neck and spewed a massive torrent of fire at the massive hoard of the dead, dying them all in flames that took the skies as it tore through tens more with its claws and mouth, as Daemon cut through the battlefield.

Men from his army and the North were pouring onto the battlefield, but the rapidness of the attack had left them little time to form lines and get into formations, and so the battlefield was divided into smaller groups fighting all along the castles as he flew through them, before his eyes landed on one specific area, where one figure stood solitarily, watching with blue chlling eyes.

“The Night King....” he gasped as he saw him facing Eddard Stark, and a Free Fold woman.

And it was as if destiny itself was calling him to face that thing, as if his very blood pushed him to face that thing in battle and yet satiated that hunger as he pulled on the cannibal’s horns turning his gaze towards the battlefield once more.

“Not yet. We need to buy our people some more time,” and with that the dragon turned in the skies as it approached the battlefield from behind once more and just as it flew over the Night King, Daemon ordered.

“Dracarys, Cannibal,” and his dragon roared at his command.

“ROARRRRR!” and the beast fired a massive torrent of fire at the undead king, as he tore through the battlefields once more, as he killed the dead with fire, and teeth and claws.

“Just a little more time. Just a little more time,” he whispered, as his senses screamed at him a few seconds later as he twisted Cannibal’s horn in a second turning it steeply as a ice spear raced past his head, cutting tearing off a piece of the helmet as he turned around and saw the Night King standing there alone as the headless corps of Eddard Stark lay behind him, while Ince tore apart that blonde woman’s body into half.

And yet for the first time there was rage in that gaze, as he saw a dagger lodged into his neck, as Daemon realised that this was it, and as he pulledon the reigns Cannibal stumbled to the ground, right in the face of the king of the dead, as Daemon pushed himself off of the beast.

Fighting the Night King on dragonback was not a good idea, specially given the man’s prowess, and as Daemon dismounted the beast he let go of its reigns as he commanded imperiously.

“Soves,” he said as he turned to look straight into Cannibal’s green orbs.

“Soves,” he said as he took out his sword from its sheath, its red ruby gleamed in the dark as the fires around him roared, alongside the Cannibal who twisted its neck as it took the skies once more not before spewing a torrent of fire around him, as if isolating him and the Night King.

Trapping them both in a ring of fire, as they both looked into each other’s gaze. Daemon felt a chill penetrate his whole body just as he stared into those blue orbs, as he gripped his sword tightly, as the Night King closed his fists as Ice began to spread out from under his feet, as Daemon decided to make a move.

Pushing himself forward Daemon swung his blade straight down, at the King of the Undead, and yet the Night King moved faster than his expectation, avoiding the strike as he twisted his body to the side as he waved his hand forward and spikes of Ice emerged from the ground trying to imale him, forcing Daemon to jump back as he swung his blade at the massive Ice spike/

THUNK.

And after cutting into the, threw it straight at the Night King himself, who was forced to bring forward his hand as he blocked it, as Daemon tried to jump in once more and yet before he could do so a dozen or so spikes rose from the Earth as the Night King launched them straight towards him, forcing Daemon to go on the defensive.

Daemon jumped, as two of them slid right past his face as brought up his blade and defelected another, and another, before suddenly rushed straight for his face forcing him to bring down his blade, as he cut the spear of Ice into two as it went past his as he deiced to get back the initiative as he reached into his pocket, and reached for the small Earthen objects he had commisoned specifically from Qyburn, and threw it towards the Cold King of the Undead.

PANG

PANG.

Two of them hit his body and yet did nothing much to his surprise as he saw those blue eye tighten before Daemon did the unthinkable as he pushed his blade into one he had thrown to the ground, coating his blade in the liquid.

And then he pushed his blade towards the fire circling them, and watched as a green fire gripped his blade, as those blue eyes tightened as Daemon rushed forth, and as he gripped his blade tightly the fire changed colors, as the green turned a reddish hue as the ruby ombedded in the hilt glew as his whole sword turned hot as molten steel.

THANG! THANG!

And as the Night King was forces to parry his strikes once again witha blade of Ice, Daemon Valyrian Steel blade held strong cutting through the ice blades conjured by the Night King with  asingle strike.

CLANG!

And again and again, until Daemon had pushed him to the edge of the fire, and saw those eyes tighten in what seemed to fear.

“I won’t seal you this time. You have done enough damage,” and with that, he pushed all his strength into a single kick.

BANG!

And the Night King stumbled back a step, as the Wild Fyre coating his body caught fire.

BOOOM!

“GUUUUUH!” the Night King screeched in agony as the fire tore though his flesh, and skin as Daemon stepped through the ring of flames as the Night King sat there on the ground withered and covered in green flames as he looked at him with fear gripping his gaze for the firt time.

“AHHHH!” it screeched as it swung its arms wildly, as Ince continued to emerge from the ground trying to cleave him. Trying to stop him.

TING!

Daemon swung at it, Again, and again as he broke into a stride and the barrage got deadlier and deadlier with every step he took, as the Ince grazed his  armor, cutting through it bit by bit, as he did not relent and pushed forward, until he was but a few steps away from the Demon, who screeched as a spear formed in its hands, and it pushed it forward straight at Daemon’s face as Daemon twisted his body and felt it rip through his mask, forcing it off his face as the spear cut his face, as his own blade cut through the Night King’s neck.

And as his blade cut through the Neck, the Night King’s head fell down the Earth as the Ince spear headed for his face stopped right there, inches from his eye as the Night King’s headless body became limp.

And yet it was not over as wights and dead all around him rushed towards him, as if trying to stop him, as Daemon turned on his back as he swung his blade in an arc killing the half a dozen wights around him before he plunged his blade into the headless body of the Night King.

“AGHHHH!” and in an instant it all stopped, the dead around him, trying to stop him stopped as a hush came over the clearing.

“GAHHHHHHH!” before a massive screech filled the area, as the wights around him collapsed on the ground as rotten flesh and bones, and slowly and slowly the screams of battle all around began to end, as the dead became dead, and the living watched in awe as life was sucked out of the rotten flesh and bones trying to kill them all.

The Night had begun in full, and Daemon watched as, a full moon cut through the dusty clouds, as the fires around the battlefield began to die, all of them except the single one around his blade as soldiers and brothers of the Night Watch, and the Free Folk all began to surround him.

As for himself, he could hardly believe it was over. That all of this was over.

That his years of preparing had paid off, and though the battle had not been as grand as he had expected, nor as deadly, it was all over.

And as he saw the men gather around him Daemon crouched down and picked up the mask, before he slowly placed it back and looked around the crowd before he raised his sword in the air, as the Cannibal landed behind him in a massive thud that shook the whole ground.

“THE BATTLE IS OVER!”

“THE DEAD ARE NO MORE!”

“NONE SHALLEVER FEAR THE LONG NIGHT EVER AGAIN!”

“YEAHHHHH!” the men cheered loudly, as a single cheer enveloped the whole area.

“LIGHTBRINGER! LIGHTBRINGER!

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In many a ways, the Second Battle of the Dawn was far more underwhelming than many, including the King had hoped. And yet it was in many ways a very asture representation of King Daemon’s methodology of war.

Despite his martial prowess and his initial battles King Daemon Targaryen was a far more shrewd man, and martialled all his resources against a threat in such a way to weaken it slowly over the years, so as to make the ultimate battle much more easier.

And though the thousands that had died protecting the world of the living including the Lord of the North, and the Wildling Princess Val, the number of dead could have been  many times more if not for the decade long campaign of the King.

“I am not the Hero of this battle,” the King would be heard saying to both historians and to the people at court.

“The true heroes of this battle are all those who fell, the Lord Stark and the Lady Val being the greatest of them all,” and Lord Eddard Stark and the wilding woman would be given a funeral grander than any, their statues would be built along the New GIFT, with the names of all the men and women who had died written in stone for generations to see.

And to this day these statues stand as a symbol of resilience and hope in the darkest of times, as the two heroes of Dawn.

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