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Jojen pulled his cloak tightly around his shoulder as his horse barrelled down the road. The wind whipped in his hair but he didn't care. He could feel his own body connected to the horse as he urged it to run on faster. How the hell had Margaery survived that attack?! She had been hit by to waves of dragon fire. Then to top it off James had sealed her under a thick shell of gold. It's impossible! She couldn't possibly be alive! It just absolutely impossible!
Jojen watched the sky as Draco and Fenice circled were still on course for the distance crest of the hill. They would roar flames into the night sky every now and then. Jojen would watch the contrast as the deep purple and blue were ignited into a dark crimson... they were just reflecting James' anger and frustration... but now the boy was riding on his dragon, any enemy would cower. James and his two dragons could best any soldier or person.
And if it was true... If Margaery had somehow survived.
Then she was no match for what was coming her way.
Joffrey kept his eyes locked on the horizon as he focused on how long with would take them to actually reach the hill. James would be there within a mere five minutes while it would take them twenty or so.
A lot could happen in fifteen minutes.
Joffrey wore his riding boots and plain trousers. A warm jacket was wrapped tightly around his torso. Two daggers were placed for easy grasp on either sides of his belt. As soon as he locked sights on that sadistic power seeking bitch... he was going to take her damn head off. He didn't care if she was Loras' sister. He was going to make that bitch pay now. "We have to hurry! James is not thinking in the right state of mind!"
"I can try and slow him down! You have to persuade him to not go to that hill!" Jojen shouted back over his shoulder to him.
"You're kidding aren't you? Of all the people you could chose to get to talk him you chose me?!"
"I can't slow his dragon and talk to him at the same time. Now get ready to make a good argument against him!" Even from here Joffrey could see it as Jojen's eyes began to roll back and turn pure white.
Up ahead Draco began to twitch slowly as he barrel rolled to the left and began to slow down. "Draco what are you doing?!" His wings spread wide as he shot back and fell in line with Joffrey. "Jojen!" James called out. His face showed a pure look of betrayal... no Joffrey couldn't allow James to think that they were against him.
The boy's fur hood was up and blowing violently in the wind as the rest of his cloak flew behind like a pair of sharp wings. This must be why they call him the Dragon warrior. Joffrey thought. The way James' eyes were cold and yet they burned faintly with a defiant fire. The fire which Joffrey had always admired... but as he gazed at the boy now...
He felt pure fear run down his spine.
The pounding of the horse's feet began quicker as it kept pace with Draco. It's white skin radiated the moonlight which filled the cloudless sky. Joffrey kept a hand on the reins but stroked the horse's mane encouragingly for it to keep up this pace. "James I forced him to do it. You have to listen to me! You can't take her on alone! She's cri-"
"If you say it I will order Fenice to set you on fire." He snarled coldly in repsone then paused. "She?" James frowned darkly. "How do you know it's a she?"
"James you can't do this alone!"
"Joffrey she murdered people! I will get her back for that!"
"Fine then! Go. Are you willing to give up your future with Jojen for it!" The possessed Draco turned his head as Jojen stared at James through the eyes of the bewitched creature.
"Jojen... I love you with all my heart... but... I need to do this." James raised his gaze as Jojen's control began to fade as the dragon's eyes clouded over and returned to normal. It gave a sharp roar at Jojen and Joffrey as Draco gave a sharp bat of his wings and shot up like an arrow into the air; sending a sharp typhoon blast of wind at the two boy's who held their arms over their faces and grunted at the intense blast hit them.
It was a few minutes before Draco had rose high enough that the strength of his wings were no longer effecting them. Joffrey moved his arms out his face as he gazed to the black beast which ruled the sky. He was almost surprised when he heard the voice next to him. "You tried." Jojen said as he turned back towards the hill. James had both dragons floating next to each other... how had he been able to tame them so precisely! Even his mother couldn't fully tame the dragons!
"You two aren't going to stop me from doing this." James called. His eyes were wild, cold and drained completely of all life and mercy. The only life that remained in them were the tainted shadows of what revenge had consumed him.
Still it surprised both boy's when they heard the cry: "Dracarys"
"JAMES!" Both called out as Fenice and Draco dived and swirved in a X shape as they unleashed fire onto the road and stretched it out a mile in each direction. It was strange. As both fell of their rearing horses they gazed up to Draco who hovered above the wall of flames. He lowered his head to give sight of James who's eyes at become so dark they had almost seemed to become like a Dragon's.
Both boy's felt as though for the first time they were on the opposing side of James' army. Was this what it felt like for all those soldiers who had taken him on in the war to gain the throne? Had they all felt like this? "James... Please. Don't lock us out... Don't face this alone!" Joffrey begged. He could see Jojen slowly slumping forward out of the corner of his eyes. Distract him just a bit longer... His instincts told him. "If not for me then for your husband!"
"You know who did this to me don't you!?" James screamed in accusation. "You know who crippled me!" That way he said crippled was the darkest way Joffrey had ever heard someone spoken.
"It was... Margaery."
Even Draco looked anxiously to James as he felt the dark aura explode off the boy. The air was thick with darkness. "NO. NO. NO!"
"I'm sorry James." Joffrey watched as Fenice dived down and captured the boy in her claws before rising higher into the air.
"Jojen! No! Please!" James fought with all his might against the dragon's grip. "JOJEN!" James' eyes almost seemed to glow slightly as he radiated a pure black aura.
The boy gasped as he was blown back from his grip over Fenice and woke up back in his body. Sweat covered his temple as he stared up to his fiancee. How had James broke the link like that?! "James please don't!"
"DRACO!" The black dragon dived under Fenice and caught James neatly on his neck before launching higher into the sky and towards the hills.
"We have to go! We can't let him get any further." Joffrey whispered. "He will destroy himself at this rate!"
"Let's go!" Jojen took grip of the reins as their horses leaped over the flames and went full out sprint towards the cliff and hills.
Both hoped that nothing would happen until they made it there. "Come on." Jojen staired slightly in despair as Draco and Fenice smashed down onto the cliff. "James hold on a bit longer!"
-Break-
James held on tightly to the scales of Draco's neck as they smashed into the ground at full force. The ground on impact splashed as a dry crater formed beneath the full force and strength of both dragons. Splashed is the only word that could explain the movement and up heave of the mud and try cracked ground. The cliff face itself began to groan as cracks formed through it. James slowly slid off the neck of his dragon and patted Draco's snout gently as he whispered encouraging praise to him. His eyes locked on the spot where a cross bow rested. "Even in death... you're a bitch." He snarled at the air. He could smell it.
The thick stench of blood which coated the once beautiful sea breeze. The pearl sand drops below had been tainted crimson... she had destroyed his favourite spot. She had crippled him.
Now he wanted her to pay.
"So what? You enjoyed dying by my hand so much the first time that you couldn't resist coming back for a second time." He put all weight onto one foot as he tried to make it look as though he could stand. "But you couldn't even finish the job! You couldn't cripple me! I made it here!"
"You're so arrogant in yourself." A voice whispered as the wind from the sea began to pick up. A stench of metallic blood filled his nose and James resisted the urge to gag.
"Come on! Where are you?!" He snarled. He looked around. Apart from the howling of the wind all he could manage to hear was the slow cracking off the cliff. "If I were so arrogant you were a power seeking bitch."
SLAP.
James slowly turned his face back in front of him after feeling the sharp raking hand slash across his face. He reached up to his cheek to feel the not so unusual stream of blood begin to move down it. He focused his sight onto the way his shadow slowly began to rise... or something began to climb out of it. At first it was like a few drops of a stream. It began to weave around the air until it formed a bony hand which clawed into the ground. With a following gasp another hand burst into the air following the first. "What the hell are you?!" James backed away. But as his shadow moved that only seemed to help what ever this was begin to climb faster. Slowly the thick darkness kept ebbing across the ground until a charcoal black body was sprawled on the floor. "Wh-What?"
"A boy who rides dragons fears this?" A cold chuckling exploded from the voice as it turned over. It's ink black locks falling back to reveal burning molten eyes. "Then you really are a smart boy aren't you?.. How ever." Slowly the woman rose she kicked out with her leg and the shadows expanded as they smashed into James' still unhealed wound. The boy cried out as he crumpled to the floor. "You're shit at telling lies."
"Who are you!"
"I told you." She grinned showing sharp fangs. Along what could only be described as skin were faint engravings... as though someone had taken a great knife to the shadows and made them into this state of a bare woman which was now her. "I am Margaery... Only better." She slowly raised her hand and as it twisted it slowly became like a great forged blade. "As I was burning I prayed... I prayed that I wouldn't die... I said I would trade my soul... Anything... anything to not die... anything to have a chance to come back and humiliate and end you." She slowly began to walk around James who was still gasping for breath on the floor.
Draco and Fenice had flown off at his command when he had slid off Draco's neck. He wasn't going to let them get in the line of fire. "I guess... my wish was granted. Oh I felt the full effects of death. I felt my body experience a pain which no living soul should ever experience. That fire burnt through my body and soul... I will never forget the agony I had to go through." She whispered and crouched. She kept her horrific eyes level with James as she seemed to look through him. "Even in this form...I still hold the marks of your fire." She reached up and slowly her face cracked. She slowly pulled away a chunk of shadow which was a mask and James let out a scream which pierced the furthest darkness of the evening. She held the cracked shadow and underneath it was oozing running flesh. Bones stuck out of it but as fast as it melted it just seemed to replace itself as the tissues and muscles beneath showed out. She quickly pushed the mask back on and grinned into his face as her stench of a breath polluted his nose. "You lost yourself to the shadows."
"You're one to talk!" She exclaimed mockingly. "Look at you! You fought and almost attacked your fiancée and Joffrey to get here! You almost burnt them as you burnt me! You was angry that I hurt you. But what was worse was you couldn't stand the way they looked at you afterwards."
"Stop it." He growled.
"They looked at you, just how they did when you were a bitch of a slave."
"You bitch!" James stabbed up quickly as his knife pierced through her chest.
He grinned slowly at first. But as he heard her chuckle his eyes widened. "You thought it would be that easy?" As her hand collided with his chest the whole world began to spin. His body launched into the air. The ground beneath him was harder than marble as he collided and formed a trail. Margaery just burst into laughter as she looked at her own hands. "You call yourself the Dragon warrior? You're a puppy trying to compete with the wolves." She reached down and slowly pulled the knife out her chest.
She grinned.
In the next second her body became unwoven and flashed forward where a hand reformed holding the knife under James' chin. "You insolent brat. It's funny... if it hadn't been for you... I would be on the throne right this moment. I would have Joffrey wound around my little finger... I would still be alive..." She whispered. Her eyes went unfocused for a few seconds.
"Any last words... actually you know what? You only get one." She grinned as she pulled back her hand. "Say your last word."
A dark smile spread across James' face.
"Dracarys."
Out of the black of the sky Draco's shape became more distinct as he dived down and unleashed a tide of flame onto her. "STUPID DRAGON!" She screamed as she held up her hands over her face as though she was blocking a child from splashing water at her.
"You became the very thing which killed the one your brother loved." James whispered. "Did you really lose yourself that much?" She screamed in rage as she swatted away the flames. "I'm sorry..." He began to turn away but as a hand stabbed sharply through his already open wound his eyes widened.
"Well I'm not." James turned his head slowly to look over his shoulder. Margaery's face was the exposed melting flesh... but the shadows were stitching back over it just as quickly as the flames had eaten away at it. "T-That's impossible!"
"This battle has only just begun!" She screamed as she tossed James like a rag doll to the floor.
Draco slowly rose into the air as he swooped through the sky.
This would be a ultimate clash.