Lowgarden
“We gave you more than enough time.” Margaery crossed her arms, “So…Where's our supplies?”
“Please, forgive me.”
Margaery rolled her eyes, “Forgiveness doesn’t keep mouths fed nor does it keep order in chaos.”
“Please, I need a little more time. The walkers, they ambushed us.”
“Ambush? Really?” Aryia chuckled.
“I swear on my LIFE. They are learning, they are not simply walking corpses.”
Margaery sighed with disappointment. “Heads or tails?”
“Please no. Have mercy.”
“I SAID, heads or tails?”
The man sobbed, “Tails.”
She nodded to Aryia. Aryia flipped her coin. After a suspenseful pause she sighs, “Its tails.”
“Oh thank you. Thank you.”
The man cried out when a blade sliced through his fingers. He looked down at his hand. Aryia took the fingers and pocketed it. “Just kidding, it was heads.”
Margaery shoved a blade into the back of his skull at the top of his cervical spine.
The girls looked between each other. “It's so hard to find reliable help these days.”
Aryia wiped her blade clean, “I guess I’ll have to do it myself.”
Somewhere down in the labyrinth of tunnels our heroes continue their journey…
“Just admit it. We’re lost.” Kai muttered.
“We’re not lost, we're just taking a detour.” the guide said.
“Bro acting like he knows the way.” Cannibal muttered.
“Have faith Lady Junette. Our guide has wandered these deep roads many times before and will not fail us today.” Danny said.
“Actually It's my first time on the deep roads.”
Everyone stopped walking. He became timid. “But I am well educated in the art of navigation and map reading. Plus there are signs and symbols left behind for travelers.”
Viserion and his brothers whined. They weren’t fond of being so far underground surrounded by stone and endless darkness. Danny tried to soothe her dragons, but they were moody.
Cannibal whispered to them, “Would you rather be down here or up in the cold?”
Drogon puffed his chest and chittered.
“Well that's too damn bad.”
Tyrion mumbled something from his potato sack. Cannibal stopped to set it down and pull the fabrics from his lip, “What is it?”
“I am perfectly capable of walking, there is no need to carry me like a sack of potatoes.”
“You might try to run.”
“We’re already lost, I have no torch, no supplies, and there is safety in numbers.”
She untied Tyrion and neatly folded the sack.
They stopped to study the markings on a wall. The guide let out a sigh of relief, “Okay, this means that there is an establishment nearby.
“You sure about that?” Kai touched the wall.
“The symbol here has another symbol scratched over it.” Jorah said. “Perhaps we should think twice.”
Footsteps could be heard from the darkness. They stood with their weapons ready. When a small girl emerged from the shadows everyone relaxed. Danny let out a relieved breath, “Its only a child.”
“Where are your parents?” Ser Jorah demanded.
“My mother is gone, but my father left on a supply run. I came to give him his lucky socks to make sure he comes home safe. But I’m sort of lost. ”
Cannibal started walking in the opposing fork in the road, “if he’s on supply run he’s likely gonna get hit by bandits we should go the other way. We don’t have the time. Sorry kid.”
“Please.”
Cannibal looked over at Tyrion, “Empathy? What do you think?”
Tyrion sighed, “Rationally, this could be a trap. However, if it is not…”
“Dig deep, what does your spirit tell you?”
He stood in conflict. So badly he wanted to help the child. He fumbled with his fingers. However, these were dark times. Could he forgive himself for leading these people into a trap? “I…Don’t...We should carry on. We can’t afford to linger.”
Cannibal nodded, “Does anyone object.”
Danny shook her head, “I say we help.”
Kai nodded, “I’m with Danny.”
Jorah sighed, “It’s likely a trap I'm in with Tyrion.”
“I think we should help. The socks must have been pretty lucky in the past if she's willing to leave the safety of her home just to deliver them.” The guide added.
“Let's get you home kid.” Cannibal looked at the kid, “Keep away from the dragons if you cherish your life and limbs.”
Tyrion sighed, “I wasn’t aware we’d be voting.”
“I was going to help the kid regardless, Tyrion, I just wanted to test you.”
“I’m sure I failed with flying colors.”
“You were clearly conflicted. I could smell fear and worry rolling off your skin.”
He stood in silence.
“Deep down I know you wanted to help, but helping people killed your brother. You have unhealed trauma that needs to be dealt with before you’re ready to embrace your element of harmony.”
“I am not worthy of being an element of harmony. Your god must've made a mistake. Bestowing me with this gift had to be an accident.”
“A wise turtle once said ‘There are no accidents’ and I think of him often.” Veronica the Cannibal said.
“Did you just say turtle?”
A red alert popped up on Cannibals pipboy. She lifted her arm to check her messages. The Elder had sent out a Red Notice and wanted everyone to return to HQ. Kai also received a notification.
“Everything all right?” Danny asked. Jorah eyed them suspiciously.
“We have to report back to HQ. Don’t know how long it will take.” Cannibal sighed. “We can’t afford to leave while our companions are in a vulnerable spot.”
“What's the plan?” Kai crossed her arms.
“I’m going to send a shadow clone with you back to HQ. It appears attendance is mandatory.” Cannibal did some hand signs and made a clone. “Its not as strong as me but it will do. Since its not needed for combat.”
Kai nodded and stood with the clone. She dialed into her pipboy and teleported back to HQ.
Cannibal put her serious face on. “An element is nearby, I can sense it this way.”
“Thats good right?”
“We don’t know what to expect. Be on guard.” Veronica the Cannibal started walking.
Somewhere in Space…
Markiplier turns to face y/n. “Alright captain, we're approaching the Star Gate as we speak. Soon we’ll be cruising through the fandomverse and expected to arrive at HQ in no time. Until then, kick back and relax.”
Danny Sexbang and Ninja Brian approach you, “Thanks for the lift to HQ. I don’t recognize you. You must be new to the Agency.”
You nod, “No problem.”
Everyone's pipboy turned red. You cast the alert to the large screen nearby. “A Red Notice for some rogue guardians going by the names Dickbean and Galaxy Angel. Apparently they’re extremely dangerous agent killers. Wanted dead or alive for 10 mil.”
“WOW 10 million to bring in 2 traitors?! Sounds easy enough Captain.”
You smile and turn to Markiplier. “10 million each.”
Your entire crew paused and looked at eachother. You return your eyes to the screen. “Mark, put our engines in hyper speed. Looks like we’re going on a hunt, boys.”
“Of course Captain.”
You power up your plasma gun. With a tap on your pipboy you geared up.
In the real world…
Kitten sat patiently waiting for her sisters to return. It had been an hour since she returned home and nothing. She decided to use the find phone option and go searching for her sisters. Separation anxiety would never allow them to be without their phones.
She was glad to know their phones weren’t too far from the house, it was going to be a long bike ride since they’d taken the car, but hopefully it would be worth the hassle. When she arrived she felt as if her legs were going to fall off. The sun was beginning to set now, she had to hurry. She turned on her flashlight and searched the area. There was yellow tape and a do not enter sign, but she didn’t let it stop her. The area appeared unnaturally pristine. Why would there be yellow tape if there was nothing here? She continued to walk searching the grasses until she tripped over a rock and fell next to a phone. She recognized the fuzzy bear case, Veronica had been here. She picked up the phone and inspected it. She searched more, but she couldn’t find Junettes phone.
She continued to search until she found a thin rip in the air. It looked like a wound trying to heal. She poked it and jumped when it moved. “Ew.”
She poked it again, this time it sucked her finger in. She began to panic, but she was too tiny to do anything. Kitten was snatched into the shrinking portal.
At HQ…
It was so strange being surrounded by SO MANY agents and Guardians. An ocean of people flooded the lobbies. It looked like an endless cosplay convention with all of the creative looks. Some people weren’t even close to appearing humanoid.
The Three Elders appeared before the mass.
Omega: “I’m sure you're wondering why ALL of you were summoned. As you’re aware, there are a couple of Agents that have betrayed us and gone rogue. With thorough investigation, their intentions have become clear: they wish to revive Your Names.”
The crowd gasped.
Beta: Your Names have been banned since the dark ages for your own good. It is dangerous for Agents and Guardians alike to get too involved with these characters. Enjoy the magical worlds and the stories yes, but to love these characters is forbidden. You new recruits have no idea of the havoc that was caused in the past. Agents and Guardians fighting over their favorite characters and destroying fandoms all together. We Elders and the Veterans amongst you still cringe at the unholy memories.”
Alpha: “We are sending everyone on paid leave. You all will be returning to your daily lives until our Superior task force of guardians arrive and hunt down these Traitors along with anyone foolish enough to stand with them.”
Omega: “It is unfortunate, but we will get to work on forcing these people out of hiding by rebooting each and every fandom to its cannon state, automatically booting out anyone/anything that doesn’t belong.”
The crowd began to chat amongst themselves.
Alpha signaled for everyone to relax, “We understand the time and effort that has been put into these worlds and the multiverses that stem from them. However, we must be thorough in our search. The Your Namers are like roaches. Leave even one alive and the infestation will continue. You all will be compensated for your troubles.”
Kai glanced at Cannibals clone, they both appeared concerned.
The Elders: “Unless you are of Guardian status and wish to participate in the hunt for these fugitives, it is mandatory for you to return to your lives.”
The room was giving mixed responses. Some eagerly teleported away, glad to be compensated and unbothered, others not so much. The crowd began to slowly thin out.
Somewhere in the ocean of people Kitten crawled on the floor. She was too short to see over anyone and not strong enough to push her way through the crowd. She crawled around until she was almost stepped on by a guardian who looked straight outta Mortal Kombat. He apologized and helped her to her feet, clearing some space so she wouldn’t be swept by the crowd.
“Thanks.”
“No problem kid.” He inspected her, “You must be new.”
“Yea, sorta. I’m kinda lost actually.” Her voice was tiny.
He noticed she had no pipboy nor was she wearing her avatar. He dropped his voice to a whisper, “You should be wearing your avatar, it's not safe to have your identity out there. You never know who is in alliance with who.”
“So theres factions?”
“Yeah. There's the Abstinence Control who seek to censor any and all fandom related content, there's the Your Names who want Agents and guardians to be able to be more intimate with their favorite characters, and there's the Fandom Simp Lords.”
“Whats wrong with y/n? They’re fun…usually.”
“I agree, but you should keep that to yourself for now. Equip your Avatar and get going.”
“Where do I get an avatar?”
“You must have spawned in wrong and not gotten one during briefing. It's fine, Happens sometimes. Follow me so we can get you set up.”
She followed him through the building, completely forgetting about her sister for a moment. He ushered her inside of a room where an AI greeted her.
Kai teleported back into ASOIAF: Game of Thrones. The group was long gone down the tunnels. Fortunately because of Cannibals Skillshare, she’d acquired enough magic to learn a few spells AND had a magical connection with her sister. She could always find her. She and the Cannibal clone walked through the darkness together.
“I wonder what could have possibly happened to have Your Names banned?” Kai wondered aloud.
“Whatever it was had to have been pretty insane.” The Clone responded.
They walked together until they came to a collapsed tunnel. Shit they’d have to find another way. Snarls ripped through the darkness causing her to jump. She turned around. They were being flanked by walkers. She raised her flaming blades, there weren’t too many, only six walkers.
“Hey Trixie.”
“Yes?”
“Play God's Menu by Stray Kids. I need some hype music.”
“I'm on it.”
Kai swung her blades as if she were choreographing a dance of death.
Meanwhile…
Cannibal commanded the undead to the best of her ability, but some of them wouldn’t obey. There must be a general nearby commanding them. She wasn’t strong enough yet to override their commands.
The party bolted down the tunnel to find part of it had collapsed, blocking their path. Tyrion investigated the walls, “This way!”
Jorah, “No, We should go this way.”
“The symbols suggest we go this way.”
“No, it suggests we go THIS way.”
“OH SO YOU’RE A PROFESSIONAL DEEP ROAD GUIDE NOW?” Jorah screamed.
“AT LEAST I PAID ATTENTION TO WHAT THE GUIDE WAS SAYING.” Tyrion shouted.
“ITS NOT LIKE WE KNEW OUR GUIDE WAS GOING TO FALL INTO A MURDER HOLE.”
Danaerys looked back at the undead clawing their way towards them, “MAKE UP YOUR MINDS.”
The dragons screamed.
“OH DON’T MIND ME! JUST HOLDING OFF A GROWING HORDE WHILE TRYING TO NOT SUCCUMB TO CLAUSTROPHOBIA.” Cannibal shouted.
Viserion rushed to the left, his brothers followed, and so did Daenerys who was dragging the child with her. Cannibal pulled back and waved her hands causing a large boulder to fall from above and crushed a few walkers before rolling in her direction.
They ran through the maze avoiding the boulder being rolled by the hungry undead behind it.
“RUN YOU SON OF A BITCHES RUN!”
They ran until they came to a massive metal gate. They slammed on the door.
The guardsman on the other side, “What's the password?”
“I DON’T KNOW! OPEN SAYS A ME! NOW LET US IN!” Tyrion shouted.
“Nope.”
Cannibal growled. “Screw it.”
Danaerys looked at her, "Do you have a plan?”
She placed her hand on the steel door. It wasn’t easy but she managed to metal bend it open just in time to get everyone through. A single Walker weasled its way inside before she could close the door. Danaerys backed away quickly trying to get away from it. “DRACARYS!”
Her three dragons spat fire at it, but it wasn’t enough to stop the ferocious walker, the creature was fast and agile.
Cannibal grabbed it by the face and reduced it to ash in her palm.
Jorah turned to the guard who was pissing his pants. “Where are we?”
The guard stuttered when he spoke, “We’re in Lowgarden.”
Everyone caught their breath.
“Lowgarden huh. Is it safe to assume Margaery Tyrell is here? Cannibal asked.
“Yes, of course.”
“Good, we need to have a little chat.” Cannibal breathed.
“What's going on here?”
They all turned to see another guard standing nearby now. His serious face was cold and agitated.
“We need to speak to Margaery Tyrell please, it is urgent.” Danaerys spoke.
“You think you can just walk in here and demand to see Queen Margaery?”
“Yesss—nooo–umm…” Danaerys turned to Cannibal, “Lady Veronica, what do we do?”
“We need to let them know that we mean business..” She whispered back.
“How?”
Cannibal placed a hand on the big metal door. Realizing what she was planning, Tyrion intervened, “We have a message from King's Landing.”
“What's the message?”
“While I would love to share it, the message is strictly for Margaery alone.” Tyrion eyed Cannibal.
“I’ll take you to her. If you try anything, you’ll regret it.”
Cannibal removed her hand from the door and followed the group. They followed the man to a stairway that led to a massive opening in the ground. An entire civilization with high walls of stone and lanterns to fill the space with warmth and light. They walked, admiring the market district and the various homes and shops available. Huge roots protruded from the ceiling of the space, glowing mushrooms clung to the walls and grew along the roots as well.
Eventually they all came to a large building. Danaerys stopped when she noticed Cannibal was no longer moving. She approached her, “Do you sense danger Lady Veronica?”
Cannibal inhaled deeply, “Stay by my side I have a bad feeling.”
Her senses continued to tingle. Margaery was definitely inside. Danaerys put on a brave face and walked with Veronica into the building. Like the outside of the building, the inside was very unassuming. The man pounded on a door and announced himself before he granted them entrance.
Margaery was sitting at a table reading. She didn’t look up when they entered her space, “I’m not expecting any visitors. Who are you and why are you here?”
“We’re an envoy sent by the Crown.”
“The crown…” She chuckled, “What a joke. The Crown abandoned the realm after Rhagars death. That cowardly King condemned the rest of us to save his own skin.”
“We have a message for you.”
Margaery stood up and turned her cold eyes on the group. “You can tell your King to take his message and shove it up his ass. Whatever it is, I’m not interested.”
“Kings dead. His Queen Sansa of House Stark sits the throne until Danaerys, the rightful heir returns and sits the throne.” Cannibal smiled.
Margaery's eyes lit up, “the Kings dead?”
“Dead as hell.” Cannibal opened her inventory to pull out a polished half golden skull. Some of his pale hair was still attached. “See.”
She accepted the skull into her hands, “The King's dead…It must have been a very difficult and bloody battle.”
“Nah, pretty much everyone was sick and tired of his bullshit and couldn’t wait to see him dead. It was pretty easy.”
Margaery laughed.
Cannibal smiled. “The man wasn’t worth the skin he was printed on. But at least his bones make fine decor.”
Margaery returned the skull, “So what is the message?”
“Have you heard of the Elements of Harmony?”
“Yes, my grandmother has mentioned it a few times”
“The gods have chosen you as the Element of generosity. We’re gathering the elements so we can use their power to take down the Night King and finally put an end to this eternal winter.”
For a moment her eyes softened. “Generosity…there was a time I would describe myself as a kind spirit, but those days have long since passed.”
Danaerys took her hands in hers, “If you were chosen, I’m sure the Gods saw something special in you. Something like that can’t so easily be erased.”
Margaery smiled to herself and gave Danaerys a tight squeeze before releasing her hands. “I would accompany, but I have quite a few people here that depend on me for their survival.”
The little girl that had been with them sailed through the air and slashing at Margaery. She moved at the last minute barely being spared from the blade. She held her arm and backed away. “You brought an assassin.”
“Where is my father!” The little girl attacked again.
Annoyed Cannibal grabbed the child's arm, “Control yourself.”
Fear rose in Tyrion's chest, “No, it was not our intention to bring violence.”
A bunch of soldiers appeared to apprehend the Cannibal Crew. The Dragons swarm Danaerys, protecting her from any potential harm.
The little girl slashed at Cannibal, screaming for her to be released.
Margaery screamed for them to get out.
Drogon puffed his chest to appear intimidating while his brothers screeched. Rhaegal inhaled deeply, a soft glow began to form in his throat.
“Calm down boys.” Cannibal gently stroked Rhaegal. As the most aggressive of the bunch, he was ready to catch a body.
Tyrion lowered his head, silence filled him. Cannibal noticed the shift in him.
The child continued to scream. Tears streamed down her face while she thrashed around. A guard approached the child with his sword drawn. Cannibal raised a hand. “No.”
The man paused and looked at Margaery. Margaery watched at the little girl stabbed and slashed at the cannibal while trying to break free. Cannibal remained unbothered regardless of the pain.
“Lady Veronica…you’re hurt.” Danaerys reached for her.
“Why won’t you let me go?” the child screamed. “She deserves to pay for what she’s done.”
“I’m going to allow you to let your anger out on me first. Then, when your calm, I’ll release you.”
The girl screamed and continued tro try to pry Veronicas fingers away.
“Margaery, does her father live?” Cannibals voice was calm.
“I don’t even know who she is. Lowgarden is filled with orphans.”
The girl glared at Margaery, “He was one of your errand boys. He was a survivor of your last supply run. I saw his things in a storage room on the way to this room. I know you killed him.”
Margaery was silent. All eyes were on her. She sighed, “Yes, I killed your Father. He was a deserter, he abandoned his team and failed to return to Lowgarden with supplies.”
“My Father would never do such a thing.”
“I gave your father more chances than he deserved. Again and again he failed. Lowgarden is highly populated, there is no space for anyone that can’t provide value to the community.”
The little girl burst into tears and fell to her knees. “He’s all I had.”
Blood streamed down Cannibals arm painting the child's hands red. “Is there anything you’d like to say, Lord Tyrion?”
Clearly he was at war with himself. He was doubting every decision he made and beating himself up when things went awry. He remained silent.
Danaerys spoke up instead, “Lady Margaery this is a misunderstanding. If you would give us a moment we can sort this all out. Believe us when we say we were unaware this would happen.”
Margaery eyed Danaerys dragons. “Speak quickly.”
Danaerys gave Tyrion a warm and encouraging smile before she spoke. “When we met the child she was alone and —
A man burst into the room, “My Queen, it's urgent.”
“Whats happening?”
Cannibal turned towards the door, a chill ran down her spine.
Farther into the deep roads Kai and the Cannibal Clone came across the wreckage of a wagon and a battle. The clanging of swords and the roars of battle filled the hollowed walls. The men fought valiantly, but for every man felled, a new Walker was added to the ranks of the enemy. Kai and the Clone recognized Aryia stark, the fiercest warrior amongst them.
Kai and the Clone ran over to offer aid, permanently putting the Walkers down. When things were finally calm Aryia thanked them, but insisted that they must hurry along before the creatures regroup.
One wagon had been completely ravaged and the other had lost a wheel due to the ambush. Aryia ordered what remained of her team to salvage whatever they could from the wreck. Their horses had been slaughtered, throats opened like a bag of chips. The cannibal clone got behind the wagon and lifted it. It still had three wheels left so she pushed it along as fast as she could. Kai of course helped her in her endeavors.
A chill went down her spine as she pushed the cart. There was a general nearby. “Kai, get in the cart.”
“What about you?”
“Don’t worry about me. I got this.”
Kai did as she said and climbed into the cart. Using beast magic to augment her body she the Clone lifted the cart completely from the ground using her dragon strength and sprinted full speed down the tunnel. Behind her she could hear a wave rushing after them.
She ran until she reached the massive metal gates that separated the city from the horde. Aryia screamed for the gate to be opened.On the other side the man started cranking open the gates. The gate opened slowly and surely, but not fast enough.
A spear sailed through the air piercing through the clone. Sweat poured down her face, but she kept the wagon up until the gate was completely open. Only then did she push the wagon onto the other side.
Aryia jumped from the wagon, “SHUT THE GATES.”
It was too late, the undead had already reached the door. The Clone had to prevent a breach and full blown invasion. A few Walkers managed to get inside while she defended the door. Kai jumped from the supply wagon and began fighting as well.
There were so many of them the door couldn’t close.
Cannibal could feel her clone fading and was rushing to help defend the door.
“YOU BETTER NOT GET YOURSELF KILLED KAI! I’LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU!” Cannibal screamed as she jumped over the crowd of soldiers rushing to the door. Cannibal grabbed her clone, “You thinking what I'm thinking?”
The clone nodded. The clone pulled the spear from her body. Cannibal picked her up from the ground and spun a few times, when she finally released her, she threw her armed clone with explosive strength. Piercing through the horde, she cleared the tunnel just enough to allow the men to close the gates. Cannibals clone despawn in a puff of smoke.
Everyone cheered.
Kai approached her sister, “How’d you know you could do that?”
“I didn’t, I just wanted to give it a try.”
“What if it hadn’t worked?”
Cannibal smiled, “Let's just be glad that I got lucky.”
A loud bang caused everyone to become silent. No one moved a muscle when the gate turned to ice, a thick layer of frost spread from it and along the walls. After a few more bangs the door came crashing down to reveal a very angry General.
“Fuck me.” Cannibal whined.
Another wave of undead gathered.
“FUCK ME SIDEWAYS.” Cannibal threw up her hands to create a barrier. She was pushed back from the force of the undead army when they slammed against the barrier. “I can’t keep this up forever. Evacuate Lowgarden and head to the next city, I’ll be right behind y'all.”
“I’m not leaving you.” Kai shook her head.
“As your older sister I appreciate that, but as the leader of the cannibal Crew I’m telling you to go.”
“But—
“That's an order Junette.”
Agent Kai turned around to face Aryia and Queen Margaery, “You heard my sister. Evacuate the city.”
“The elderly will never make it.” Margaerys voice was small.
“You are the Queen and I understand your desire to save everyone, but everyone must fight or flee.”
“We can’t simply leave them behind.”
Everyone began to argue. Tyrion who had remained silent and almost unnoticed stood nearby, again he was conflicted.
Danaerys turned to Tyrion, “What should we do?”
All eyes were on him. He held a hand to his heart. “I’m not qualified for this.”
“You are the element of empathy, who better than you to decide when everyone else stands conflicted.” Ser Jorah said.
Tyrion sighed, “How many wagons are there?”
“100.”
“Fill half of those with food and supplies and fill the other half with anyone who will slow us down.”
Aryia sighed, “There are too many people. We’ll all starve before we make it to the next city. I say we leave the sick, weak, and elderly behind. In the future they will only slow us down and make decisions harder.”
Tyrion sighed, “I understand that, but condemning them will add them to the undead army AND it will make the people lose morale. We must keep their spirits high in these troubled times.”
Margaery took a deep breath. “Tyrion is right. A Queen would fight for her people and save anyone that can be saved. My brother resides in Longtable, he will not turn us away.”
Aryia gave her a nod and began barking orders, “EVACUATE THE CITY. NO MAN LEFT BEHIND.”
Margaery turned on her heels, “I must get my grandmother.”
Kai and the others quickly got to work in getting the people out of Lowgarden. No matter how tired she was, Veronica didn’t dare let the barrier fall. Sweat poured down her face and her arms trembled. She was getting so tired. With every hit she was pushed farther and farther back. Danaerys and ser Jorah led the way as the flood of survivors poured into the deep roads escape route.
Kai wanted to return to her sister, but she knew she’d only anger her if she were to stay behind and get hurt
Once Lowtown had grown quiet and she couldn’t hear even the faintest echo of them marching away, she finally allowed her barrier to fall apart. With no one around she no longer had to worry about anyone getting hurt. She could go all out. The White Walker General lifted a spear, ready to take her on in combat. After holding up the barrier for so long she was low on magic, however, there was something she could do.
Thinking she’d be as easy to kill as her clone he threw his spear at full force while the undead swarmed her. She put up a very permeable low quality barrier. Inhaling, she had to control her breathing. She snatched the spear from the air and powered up. “While the Night King is immune to dragon fire, you White Walker Generals and undead Wights are not.”
She smiled to herself. The General became uneased when he saw the fierceness burning in her eyes. She raised the spear and allowed her barrier to fall, “Dracarys.”
The explosion caused the deep roads to rattle. A gust of wind and dusty burst through the tunnels disheveling the hair of the survivor but also offering a refreshing breeze. The survivors shifted in panic, praying the tunnels wouldn’t collapse around them. Kai placed a hand over her heart and turned around staring down the deep roads. “Hey Trixie, check agent Cannibals vitals.”
“I’m on it.”
Boop beep oop boop op. “Cannibal has a systolic pressure of 146 over a diastolic pressure of 100, her pulse is 90 and she seems to be suffering from dehydration and exhaustion, her body temperature is currently 1215 *Fahrenheit with a gradual decline of 4 degrees per minute.”
“1215 Fahrenheit! OH MY GOD HOW IS SHE ALIVE?”
“It appears Agent Cannibal has finally reached lvl 26 and has grown in attack power. Her dragon fire is powerful enough to melt stone. Thanks to lucky charm and vessel perk she is growing in power rather quickly. Thanks to her skill share perk you too have gained a level! Congratulations agent Kai.”
Kai stood in awe. She smiled knowing her sister was alive and well. “No wonder she wanted me to leave so bad. She's probably swimming in lava right now.”
Tyrion came up to Kai, “Are you alright?”
“Yeah, I’m alright Tyrion.”
“I may not have admitted it while she was alive, but I rather enjoyed her company. She was as hilarious as she was brutish. She will be missed as my first friend.”
Danaerys stopped to comfort Kai as well. “She was very optimistic and never lost hope for a better future.”
Margaery and Aryia stopped as well, “Your sister's sacrifice won’t be forgotten.”
Ser Jorah sighed, “Yes, even I will miss Lady Veronica.”
Kai laughed, “My sister isn’t dead.”
“Did you not hear the explosion? No one could survive that.”
“My sister is a little crazy and crazy people don’t die so easily. Besides…” Kai turned and started walking again. “...Fire cannot hurt a dragon.”