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GAME OF THRONES

“Lightbringer”
Written by Brittany Spurlin
Based on A Song of Ice and Fire by George R. R. Martin

ACT ONE

EXT. KINGSROAD – NORTH OF KING’S LANDING – DAY

A thick snow blankets a quiet world. The ROYAL wheelhouse rests on the deserted Kingsroad.

THE MOUNTAIN sits on the driver’s bench, huddled against the cold.

A wail slices through the chill air. It’s a BABY.

INT. ROYAL WHEELHOUSE – DAY

CERSEI LANNISTER sits, wrapped in furs.

A squalling baby wriggles in a basket lined with fur blankets. Cersei eyes the infant with disdain.

QYBURN pushes open the carriage door. Giddy, he’s flushed with the cold.

CERSEI LANNISTER

You better have good news. That creature is giving me a headache.

QYBURN

I do, Your Grace.

Qyburn offers Cersei his hand, but the queen gets out on her own.

EXT. KINGSROAD – NORTH OF KING’S LANDING – DAY

Qyburn leads Cersei and the Mountain over a rise to show them…

…LIMBS, hundreds of them, mangled and twisted together. Some human, some animal.

The snow around the limbs is black, soaked with old blood.

The twisted line of limbs snakes in a curve, looping and crossing over itself to form an unfinished infinity symbol, an…

…ALPHA symbol.

QYBURN

It took quite a bit of digging, My Queen, but this is the answer. This will draw the Night King to us.

CERSEI LANNISTER

Are you certain? It looks like a pile of mangled scraps.

QYBURN

This one alone, no. But I have sent an envoy ahead to mark our way to the God’s Eye. This will signal the Night King our destination.

CERSEI LANNISTER

Supposing your information is accurate, this snow will likely cover it up before he can see it.

QYBURN

It needs one final touch. I thought you might want the honor.

Qyburn offers Cersei a torch, which has been staked in the ground nearby. They need to light this mother up.

Cersei stands, the corner of her mouth twitching with approval. She nods to the Mountain.

The Mountain takes the torch from Qyburn. He lowers it to the symbol.

The line of limbs catches fire unnaturally quickly. Flames lick up into the air, sending their dark message to the sky.

EXT. ISLE OF FACES – DAY

A weirwood grove as ancient as Westeros. The milky trunks of the heart trees blend with the snow. Their red leaves contrast with their surroundings.

BRANDON STARK sits against the largest, the oldest tree, his hands entwined in the pale branches. Only the whites of his eyes are visible. Blood drips down his face like tears.

BRANDON STARK

No!

He gasps for air as his eyes flick back to their normal dark brown. His chest heaves as SANSA STARK rushes over.

SANSA STARK

Are you hurt?

BRANDON STARK

It’s over. The war is over.

Sansa smiles, relieved.

SANSA STARK

He did it then. Jon killed the Night King.

BRANDON STARK

Daenerys died on the battlefield.
As did Drogon.

SANSA STARK

So the chance to create the weapon we need…

BRANDON STARK

Dead.

The smile falls from Sansa’s face.

EXT. KING’S LANDING – AEGON’S HIGH HILL – DAY

A smoky ruin of King’s Landing. Ash and snow float through the air, coating the city in gray silt.

Jon kneels in the filth, cradling Daenerys’ head in his arms. His eyes are rimmed red, dead with the loss of his queen, his wife, his child.

RHAEGAL is curled behind them, keening for his mother and brother.

BERIC DONDARRION stands by, battling his own grief as he watches the city reel in the wake of wildfire.

Beric touches Jon’s shoulder.

BERIC DONDARRION

This is a hard loss. But there will be time to mourn later.

JON SNOW

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I thought your god had a plan. Why did he let her die?

BERIC DONDARRION

I don’t know. We have to get you to safety or we won’t have a chance to find out.

JON SNOW

We already don’t have a chance.

BERIC DONDARRION

We’re men who’ve looked death in the face and been brought back. Even in the dark, the light shines. If we stop fighting, fighting to survive, that’s when it’s all lost.

JON SNOW

I’m going to kill him.

Jon looks from Daenerys. King’s Landing is covered in smothering smoke and wailing wounded.

The falling snow is particularly thick over Viseyna’s Hill.

EXT. KING’S LANDING – VISEYNA’S HILL – DAY

On the scarred mound that used to be the Great Sept of Baelor, the Night King stands, overlooking his destruction.

Most of the city has been leveled. The screams of the survivors are muted here. The cold is so deep it stills the sound.

He raises his arms. They are starkly light against the black smoke and green fire plaguing the city.

A crisp sound, clear and loud despite the sounds of the dying capitol. The sound of ice cracking apart.

The Night King’s rallying cry.

EXT. KING’S LANDING – VARIOUS – DAY

Nearby, a blacksmith shop has been destroyed. Flames billow up, larger than any man.

A WHITE WALKER LIEUTENANT emerges from behind the fire. He steps through it, flames shrinking from his presence.

He steps over corpses, leaving fresh wights in his wake.

Across the city, the Night King’s LIEUTENANTS appear, shifting rubble away. They look toward Viseyna’s Hill.

One by one, they answer their king’s call. Rumblings of the deep cracking of ice echo through the city streets.

EXT. KING’S LANDING – VISEYNA’S HILL – DAY

The Night King calls VISERION to him.

The great ice dragon bursts out of the sky, screaming his victory.

Viserion swoops down before the Night King, lowering a scaly wing to the ground. The Night King climbs up and they take off over the city.

EXT. SKY – KING’S LANDING – DAY

The Night King and Viserion loop around the city.

As they pass over Aegon’s High Hill, he sees Jon Snow cradling the body of Daenerys Targaryen.

A hint of a smile cracks across the Night King’s icy face.

The Night King turns Viserion north. They fly over Flea Bottom, over the Dragonpit, past the Dragon Gate, and disappear from view.

EXT. KING’S LANDING – AEGON’S HIGH HILL – DAY

Smallfolk shriek as a fresh wave of wights attack. Jon and Beric look out over the city, taking in this hell.

A shadow passes over them. They look up, squinting against the sun.

The Night King rides Viserion overhead. Jon glares at his enemy, inhuman fury building in his dark eyes.

Jon shifts Daenerys’ body to Beric.

JON SNOW

I need you to take care of her.

BERIC DONDARRION

Of course. I’ll give my life before letting anything happen to her.

JON SNOW

Thank you.

Jon nods, mouth set in a grim line. He grasps Beric’s forearm.

Jon stands and climbs atop Rhaegal.

Rhaegal gives two mighty beats of his wings and they are aloft, following in the wake of the Night King and Viserion.

END OF ACT ONE