Doom of Valyria
I woke up in the middle of a fire. Thick clouds of smoke threatened to choke me and the unbearable heat that surrounded me from everywhere made me dizzy. I knew I would die, but I did not want this to happen right now. I didn't wanted to melt into the inferno of screams, red flames and ashes, which had already swallowed the entire city.
I got up from the ground and I run as fast as I can. Hot tears ran down my face and that damned smoke threatens to completely take over me. I stepped on something soft that groaned and then I felt for the thousandth time this day, that the sky fall over something was a living person, a man with eyes that begged me for help, his burned lips forming a desperatley request to me, to whatever god that has turned against us.I cursed the day when the demon of fire that rule these lands sent me on earth and I ran. I ran from the screams of a dying man, I ran from the house in which I lived 16 years, I ran and I hoped that we still had a chance.
The white marble streets of my town melted under the heat that seemed to pulsate inhuman in all beings. "This road is blocked", I thought. If I can not reach the stables,I was as good as dead. If the dragons were melted in this hell, what chance had we, simple humans? What will become of the proud warriors with the blood of the dragon flowing through their veins ? How do we defend ourself from something that yesterday was our way to happiness, that yesterday was the sword that rise us above the world?
Dragons are our last hope, I thought feverishly. We can ride above the inferno, we can escape this hell, on all the gods of fire and eternal ice, we can drown in the sea water and we can go down to an abyss in which your soul didn't burn. I turned down a side street, paved with stone and I ran to the stables outside the city. There were kept the sick dragons, those who were too young or too old for riding. If I was lucky, I could take Aurum and get out of here. Aurum, my 2 year old dragon which was as skeletal as me, who was my wings and fire, and now, my only hope.
I arrived at the gates and I froze. The dragons were yelling, spitting fire and killing any creature that was around them. I watched as the previous owners of the dragons were burn alive by the fire of their own dragons. Crying hysterically I ran into the flames and I called my dragon.
"Aurum", my voice was hoarse with tears and despair and it was nothing but a whisper besides the general noise. A single wing dragon crawled towards me. I started yelling for help but nobody was interested in my salvation.
"Stop," I yelled with all the strength left. The beast looked at me with eyes of liquid fire and I felt my blood pressure drop. "Stop, aegrotus, stop, antiquus animus" I yelled in the ancient language of my people. The dragon stoped and looked at me uncertainly. The wildness inside him wanted me dead, but spells of obedience millennia old, that my people had thrown on the fire and those born from it, prevents him from hurting me.
Can I stop this apocalyptic fire with my spells? I looked around for another lux, but apparently I was the only one. Of course, I was not a full lux, but I was strong. I knew it, I could get out of here.
"Aurum, respondeo! Relinquo metus, vocebam Aurum, vinco unda ab ignis, vinco pugnans!", I cried and suddenly, two eyes like molten gold appeared before me. I smiled relieved. I rode on Aurum and I urged him to go higher and higher, as far away as we can go from blood, fire and death.
"Do not look down," I thought while I urge my dragon to fly higher. The sky was red because of the flames and then I realized. No matter how hard I tried, I can not get out of this nightmare now. The gods wanted us dead and no mortal could oppose the Them. I was going to give them my death, my dragons but not my powers.
There is only one way. To kill myself and wait for my spells to wake me up. It was a frail chance. I knew it was considered a sin to resist the supreme gods of death, but others have done it before and I was not going to let this opportunity to slip through my fingers. I took my dagger made of Valyrian steel and I stuck it deeply into my dragon eye. A howl of grief and betrayal rip the sky. "Worth it," I said, and removing what was left of the blade, I stuck it firmly into my chest . Warm blood flowed from the wound and with it, all my vital force. I felt a metallic taste in my mouth and before I can say anything else, a farewell to the world that created me and now asked for my life, blood gushed on my mouth and my vision went dark. The last was the taste of blood, the last sounds were the tortured screams coming from the sons of fire, the last thing I saw was death that rushed to take my soul ...
"De igne natus,
Ego bibit meum sanguinem,
Osculum mortem,
Quin ego non dixit…
Nam lux mea exit
Paulo vitam subito excussum
Deos mortem, deos ignis,
Manet in corpore virtus mea compede!"
And I fell. I drowned in my own blood. I died a thousand times but I never stopped falling ...