The Stalemate - Fanfiction - #8
Into an eerie and stormy night, built with anticipation and suspense, Daenerys Stormborn glares into the cold, blue, lifelike pupils of the newest member of the Knight King's army, Viserion. It has been precisely one year since Viserion was struck down by the Night King's spear and revived to join the King's cause to march south. In an encounter bound to be blinded by emotion, Daenerys ordered her dragons to remain reserved despite the imminent threat of their friend turned foe.
As Drogon and Rhaegal rose to meet the remnants of their brother Viserion, a lump within them withheld the fire brewing in the pits of the stomachs. In contrast, Viserion charged with the might of a thousand dragons as he flew full speed ahead with no reigns holding him back. Rhaegal, the first to feel the mistakes of his reserved nature, screeched in agony as Viserion's boiling frostbite pierces the green and bronze scales lined by the back of his neck. Rheagal's altitude quickly dropped as he fell to the cold, dry, ice. Drogon feeling somewhat defensive flew at Viserion but still felt his figurative chains holding him back. Viserion dodged Drogon and flew directly at Rhaegal lying on the ice. He clawed at Rhaegal's scales and blew his icy fire at his back until Rhaegal had no more fight to give. The ice below him began to crack and as he seeped further and further into the bitter water, his eyes began to close. His once shimmering gold and green armor has been torn, burned, and impaled in every almost every place imaginable. His nose had dipped underwater as he attempted to grasp onto the the slippery ice, but it was too late. He had no energy left to give as the water consumed what was left of his body and once he was fully submerged, his fire had stopped burning. Fueled with fury, Drogon tore away his mental chains and lunged at Viserion. He, unlike Daenerys has now recognized that his brother, is gone.
Drogon, the favored child put his fighting skills on display as he demonstrated why he was envied by his brothers. He literally flew circles around Viserion while breathing fire down his neck. Fortunately for Viserion his 'petite' body type, well, at least for a dragon, came in handy. He did his best to dodge Drogon's blazing fire but due to the loss of all the energy he was forced to expend, he had little fight left. As Drogon tore through the air, the distance between him and his brother diminished until he could see the Night Kings bitter reflection in Viserion's eyes. Drogon clamped down on Viserion's neck but being the clever dragon he was, Viserion grasped onto his wings. The two brothers dropped through the air until the ice beneath them shattered under the weight of the two beasts. Viserion recognized this fight was unwinnable, but at the same time, he realized who his his true enemy was, Daenerys Stormborn. In order to truly defeat her, there was only one thing he could do, murder her dragon. With this in mind Viserion kept a strong hold on Drogon as the two plummeted through the ice and into the water. They quickly began to sink and despite Drogon's screeching cries for help, he was powerless to break Viserions grip. His mouth began to fill with water as his throat burned at the lack of air. He kicked and he bit and he tried to breathe fire at his brother but nonetheless, it was too late. Almost simultaneously, Viserion and Drogon eyelids began to droop and as their conscientiousness faded, their mother's heart imploded. Daenerys Targaryen, first of her name, once rode high with the backing of her children but now, was mother, to three dead cold skeletons.