299 AC - Beyond The Wall
The frozen wastes beyond the Wall stretched endlessly before Domonic Augustus, Daenerys Targaryen, and Missandei Augustus as they pressed northward, their resolve steeled against the biting cold. After half a day's travel from Castle Black on Dragonite and Charizard, soaring over the Haunted Forest toward Craster's Keep. The wind howled, but Domonic's Haki kept him alert, sensing the dark currents in the air.
As Craster's Keep came into view, its ramshackle structure a blight on the snow, Domonic signaled Dragonite and Charizard to land at a safe distance. He recalled them to their Pokéballs with a flash of red light, then led Daenerys and Missandei toward the keep, his Elder Wand at the ready. A group of Night's Watch brothers, their black cloaks tattered, lounged outside, their eyes glinting with malice as they spotted the newcomers.
"Who's this?" one brother, a scarred man with a cruel grin, sneered. "Lost, are you?"
Domonic's voice was calm but edged with steel. "Where's Lord Commander Mormont?"
The scarred brother laughed, his companions joining in. "Dead, and you'll be next, pretty boy. Then we'll have fun with your companions." He leered at Daenerys and Missandei, his intent clear.
Daenerys's eyes blazed, flames flickering in her hands. "Mind your tongue, or I'll burn it out."
Missandei's voice was cold, her Emma Frost telepathy probing their minds. "Traitors. They killed Mormont."
Domonic's face hardened, his super soldier serum-enhanced reflexes a blur as he drew his wand. "You chose poorly." With a flick, he unleashed Grindelwald's dark magic, bolts of black lightning felling the brothers in seconds. Then the other brothers from inside the keep came out; his wives made short work of them. Their screams echoed briefly before silence reclaimed the keep.
Inside, Domonic found Longclaw, Mormont's Valyrian steel sword, leaning against a wall. He took it, its weight familiar, and turned to Craster's daughters, huddled in fear. "You're free now," he said, his voice gentle. "Gather together."
The women, wary but hopeful, complied. Domonic produced a portkey—a rusted dagger imbued with magic—and explained, "This will take you to Uruk, where you'll have shelter, food, and freedom. My steward knows what to do." He held out the portkey, and as they touched it, he activated it, apparating them to Egalmah's safety.
That night, the trio camped outside the keep in a magical tent, its interior warm and spacious, a stark contrast to the frozen wilds. Over a meal of conjured stew, Daenerys spoke, her voice thoughtful. "These women… they've suffered so much. Uruk will give them a new life."
Missandei nodded, her tone soft. "Freedom is a gift, but it's only the start. We'll ensure they thrive."
Domonic, sharpening his wand, said, "Craster's gone, Mormont's avenged. Now, the Night King. Hardhome's next—Mance Rayder's gathered wildlings there. We need them disbanded."
Daenerys's eyes gleamed. "If they're fleeing the Night King, they'll listen to strength. Show them yours, Dom."
Missandei smiled. "Or ours. Fire, trees, and earth might convince them."
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The next morning, Domonic summoned Dragonite and Charizard, and the trio flew to Hardhome, the coastal settlement a sprawl of tents and driftwood shelters. As they landed near the largest tent, wildlings scattered, some screaming at the sight of the Pokémon. "Demons!" a woman shrieked, clutching her child. A spearman, trembling, muttered, "What beasts are those?"
Mance Rayder, King Beyond the Wall, emerged from the tent, his face weathered but defiant. "Who are you, and why do you bring such creatures here?" he demanded, his hand on his sword.
Domonic dismounted, his voice steady. "I'm Domonic Augustus King of Uruk. Why have you gathered this army?"
Mance's eyes narrowed. "To go south, beyond the Wall. To escape the Night King and his dead."
Domonic nodded, his gaze piercing. "If I kill the Night King, will you disband your host?"
The wildlings laughed, their voices mocking. "Kill the Night King?" a giant bellowed. "You're mad!" A skinchanger sneered, "He's death itself, southerner."
Domonic's Conqueror's Haki erupted, a wave of raw will that silenced the crowd. Weaker wildlings fainted, others knelt, and even the strongest struggled to stand. Mance, swaying, stared in awe. "What… are you?"
Domonic's voice was calm. "Someone who keeps promises. Where's the Night King?"
Mance, recovering, nodded slowly. "Last our scouts saw, he was at the Fist of the First Men. But he moves like a shadow."
Domonic recalled Dragonite and Charizard to their Pokéballs. "We'll find him. Hold your word, Mance." With a *pop*, he, Daenerys, and Missandei apparated back to Craster's Keep, spending another night in their tent, the cold pressing against its magical wards.
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The next morning, they set out for the Fist of the First Men, riding Dragonite and Charizard to cover the distance swiftly. The Fist, a rocky hill rising from the snow, was empty, its slopes eerily silent. Domonic's Haki scanned the area, finding no trace of the Night King. "He's not here," he said, his voice grim. "We keep searching."
Daenerys's flames flickered, her tone resolute. "He can't hide forever. We'll burn his darkness out."
Missandei's vines stirred beneath the snow, her voice steady. "My senses feel… something. He's close."
Their search stretched into another day, the trio scouring the frozen wilds, their Pokémon soaring over mountains and forests. That night, as they camped in their tent, Domonic's Haki flared, sensing a dark aura colder than the wind. He woke Daenerys and Missandei, his voice urgent. "He's here. The Night King."
They moved swiftly, apparating to a frozen valley where the Night King stood, his icy crown glinting, his army of wights and White Walkers arrayed behind him. His blue eyes locked on Domonic, a silent challenge. Wights hissed, their dead hands clutching rusted blades.
Domonic drew his Elder Wand, his voice a growl. "Your reign ends now." He unleashed Toph's earthbending, raising stone spikes that impaled dozens of wights. His Grindelwald magic sent black lightning through the ranks, shattering White Walkers into ice dust.
Daenerys's Mera Mera no Mi ignited, a torrent of fire sweeping the valley. "Burn!" she roared, her flames melting wights into ash. A White Walker, raising an ice spear, hissed, "Fire dies…" before her fireball consumed it.
Missandei's Mori Mori no Mi summoned a forest, vines and roots crushing wights. Her Tsunade strength hurled boulders, smashing White Walkers. "Life triumphs!" she shouted, her telepathy disorienting the dead. A wight, entangled, groaned, "No… end…"
The Night King charged Domonic, his ice blade flashing. Domonic dodged him. "You're no match," he said, his Haki sensing every move. With an armament haki-infused fist, he hit the Night King on the temple, then drove a Valyrian dagger, which he commissioned using some of the Valyrian steel he got from gacha, through his chest. The Night King shattered, his army collapsing into lifeless husks.
Daenerys, her flames fading. "It's done. He's gone."
Missandei nodded. "The cold feels… lighter."
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The next morning, Domonic apparated to Hardhome, finding Mance Rayder in his tent. "The Night King's dead," he said, his voice firm. "If you don't believe me, wait a few days. The weather will change."
Mance's eyes widened, his voice cautious. "If it's true… I'll disband the host. You have my word."
Domonic nodded. "Keep it." With a *pop*, he apparated back to Uruk, rejoining Daenerys and Missandei in Egalmah's halls. The Night King's shadow was gone. In King's Landing, Aemon Targaryen, prepared to face Stannis, now stood outside the walls of Storm's End.