WAR OF WRATH

WAR OF WRATH

Heads were lost! Arms were ripped from bodies! 

Chaos isn't a pit. Chaos is a ladder. Many who try to climb it fail and never get to try again. The fall breaks them. And some, are given a chance to climb. They refuse, they cling to the realm or the gods or love. Illusions. Only the ladder is real. The climb is all there is. And when chaos wasn’t erupting on Westeros, we found out where the loyalties of Queen Cersei and King Joffrey lie.

“What killed him?” Lord Stark asked the monster, who demands us to pay loyalties towards him.

“Loyalty, never,” the wise-beyond-her-years Sansa Stark replied.

“I will take what is mine, with fire and blood. My reign has just begun. When the sun rises in the west, and sets in the east, then you shall return to me, my sun and stars. I will answer injustice with justice”, said Daenerys.

Lord Stark called in for a peace, but Joffery's honor had really gone to the dogs. I never witnessed anything as such. I got hurt as Sansa pushed me aside. Holy Gods, we were safe.

‘Drogon. Rhaegal. Viserion’, she uttered and we were into the air.

Once that murky green liquid took fire, it burnt fiercely until it was no more. Moreover, it seeped into cloth, wood, leather, even steel, so they take fire as well. Wildfire, they call it. Lord Tyrion directed us all to the Mud Gate.

Unfortunately, not all of us. Lord Stark was no more. We kept ourselves into a hiding unless we had an army to fight against. But, we lacked time. The Lannister army was already searching like dogs for us and they may anytime hunt us. 

In the blink of eye, Daenerys rose with Drogon to set fire to the Red Keep. It was insane. She lost Viserion as he was shot by a ballista. This broke her into pieces. She was mad in fury, she started burning the entire King’s Landing, no mercy at all. 

Jon rode Rhaegal meanwhile, to stop her. But, the children, the women, the poor all were victimised by her enrage. Lord Tyrion secretly took us to the weapon room, a room underground, with hoard of weapons. 

With every other thing we could have taken, we burst into the Red Keep. “Deal with all this, live with myself, Neh! I honestly didn't know. 

I stood often enough at the abyss of my soul, asking that same question, looking down into the dark crevices where the black monster dwells on the bottom. He gazed up at me, and I looked him in the eyes. “There you are,” he said, and I almost fell into the void.”

“And then?”, asks Little Sam!

“And then? I turn around and go do what needed to be done. I don’t know whether I cared for my life or not, I just had to kill him. Blood for blood. After that dark night, I always waited for a vengeance, with the monster, and the day came. 

We all were scattered, finding our own ways, to reach the ones who sowed seeds of hatred in our hearts. I was astonished to see Gregor Clegane, Cersei’s bodyguard, how magnificent was he! Jon came along, hunting for Cersei. But, I spotted my goal. 

There, saw him, at the Throne, like a coward. He approached me again, with the same monstrous soul, hoping for my loyalties towards him. I took out the dagger and killed him, eh. 

Relief. I assassinated the dark shadow. I came along out and found the body of Tywin Lannister and Jaime Lannister lying. Sansa and Lord Tyrion killed them. Happiness knocked as we broke part by part the traitors. 

Daenerys started believing that this was our plan to take away the throne from her. Screaming, WHY from the sky, Drogon released plumes of fire upon us. What happened was unbelievable. Rhaegal too streamed a fire, but upon Drogon. 

Arya was perplexed, because only a true Targaryen could control a dragon. Drogon was injured. Daenerys completely broke up now, she stood helpless. 

But, love is of all passions the strongest, for it attacks simultaneously the head, the heart and the senses, and John decided to stick with love. He jumped off Rhaegal to calm Daenerys. For a moment everything freezed. Both of them seemed making love, like never before. 

But, they were tricky, those demons. Could they be trusted? Of course they couldn’t be trusted. She'd created them. She owned them. They would lead her astray, and they took. The Ballista fired, Cersei felt victorious. 

Tears rolled down her eyes amidst her laugh, as Arya hit her dagger through her heart. But it was a little late. Drogon was no more. Everything stopped. Blood poured like tears. It was love that wiped. It was Jon who wiped. 

The more you love, the more you have to give. Love itself comes with a lot of sacrifices. It is the only feeling they had which was infinite and Daenerys forgot about her dragons then. All she needed was love. 

What is love, when it does not get you pain? Jon, never wanted to, but he did. We all just saw it. It was not a murder of passion, rather a murder for peace, the murder of the mad queen, to be. 

He lost his love, he lost his friend. He had nothing to do with the rest of us. He disappeared then, with Rhaegal. Where to, no one knew and he never returned. 

Oh my little Sam, love is always meeting of two souls, where they fully accept the light and dark in each other, bounded by courage to grow through struggle into bliss; but Jon never wanted people to suffer. 

He sacrificed. The pain of his love was such a hit that even the teardrops flowing down felt like a kiss by your father.   

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