Chapter Twenty-One

"I fight for my kind and for my blood,"

-Smaug II

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She strapped the final hem of her dress sighing in contentment as she made sure that everything's in order before standing up. Suffice it to say that her trip here isn't wasted at all. She made a mental note to thank Rhaenys "personally" for all the lessons she learned. Who knew that two-legs mating could be so…enjoyable? Her kind's mating after all is harsh and brutish that would demand no less thanks to their ego and pride. Only the strongest will the females allow on their nests. With her in this human form, her mind became less… stuffy as amber eyes oh so explained. Maybe that's the reason why the loathing she had for two legs lessened a great deal to the point where she can become "friendly" with them instead of being only "tolerable" at best before.

Looking at the forms of Elia Martell who had fainted halfway through their night of passion alongside the beautiful form of her best friend Ashara Dayne who had taken the full brunt of her demands, she smirked. The two women have been less than cooperative but once she threatened them with immolation, they had seceded. Not that the two regretted it once they're on the bed. In fact they have been more than willing once things got heated.

"It's funny how two-legs can be alike dragons when it comes to passion," she thought mentally as she approached Ashara's sleeping form to place one final kiss on the beautiful woman before turning to the opened.

Taking one final look at her two lovers, she took a deep breathe before stepping over the ledge and jumping out on open air. Magic once more filled her limbs and she smiled in a draconian manner as she retook her full form, her roars echoing on the moonlit sky.

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Varys could feel the headache coming in as he sat tiredly over his private couch. The table in front of him is littered with papers from his informants all over the known world. Noticeably there had been more than normal thanks to the war currently ravaging Westeros as every lord with any sort of army is declaring himself king. However despite the demands of the kingdom, it was his latest report that made him almost want to seek Pycelle out for a tonic for headache. The fact that said sadist king he served is making serving a rather tiresome chore on keeping your head intact made the pain double.

Daenerys apparently had conquered Astapor with a full grown golden dragon burning the Masters there to a crisp. There's also the fact that she managed to acquire a rather large army of Unsullied loyal to her by will. That is not the issue though, the real issue is the fact that his informants also put out the word of two rather noticeable persons other than Jorah Mormont alongside her.

One is a Dornish beauty apparently with violet eyes and the other is a silver-haired young man with the same said eyes. Could it be that these two are Targaryen?

As he pondered this news even more, he failed to notice the last letter report sitting at his desk about the pervading rumors on the Ruins of Valyria.

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The sound of marching feet echoed on the pale regions on the road to Yunkai as ten thousand plus men marches on the road to Yunkai where her aunt is leading them as she requested. As she lift her eyes atop the rising hill where she and her new handmaiden, Dorea that her aunt had given her sat atop on their steeds. She can't help but marvel at fast her fortunes and life have changed for the past months.

Once she had been in charge of no one but her brother and her family, making sure that they have hot food on the table to eat. Now she's in charge of an army that is loyal to her at a fault after Balerion requisitioned it for her when he burned Astapor to the ground, both Masters and Slavers alike leaving the city dead to the world. Nothing will ever grow there again, not even bacteria, not with Balerion's magical flames turning the very sand to glass. It is something that her aunt has against the dragon. Apparently she planned to set the slaves free after murdering their masters. Murdering both factions however never came to her mind.

Looking at the distance, Rhaenys could still espy the silver-head of her brother in the distance sitting on his own horse reading again. Technically she's not surprised seeing him doing that. He's a bookworm after all as Balerion named it. She and her aunt after the burning of Astapor finally have a long and lengthy discussion about the future. Though not in her interests the least, she agreed with her aunt to conquer Slaver's Bay and temporarily set Egg as king for the sake of the injustice that is going on here. Of course Daenerys argued that Egg is the supposed to be ruler of Westeros but Egg who had finally enough on having his future decided without him being consulted snapped that the matter would be dropped at least until they conquer Slaver's Bay. Even Balerion was not against the idea. Apparently the thought of wreaking havoc without being able to hide appealed a lot to him as he reasoned. Though if Rhaenys had to be honest with herself, the only reason that Balerion is still with them on this campaign, is because of the fact that he still haven't managed to convince the three whelps that Daenerys called as her children to get over the fact that her isn't their mother. Not that Rhaenys is happy about it. She found the idea of them betraying her aunt and abandoning them distasteful, however if forced between her and Balerion, she would choose Balerion's side without hesitation as Egg will also.

Yet as of now as her beloved "princely" brother enjoyed life without regulations and duties, the tedious work of leading the logistics of food and army fell on her. Not that she minded, leading is in her blood as Balerion stated making her beam every time he repeated that fact to herself. Above everything else, she craved the attention of the golden dragon and he's as rare as the blue moon when offering positive compliments and praises. It is something that Rhaenys' treasured every time he does.

"Thinking again?" the musical voice of Laetri made Rhaenys sigh as she turned her head at the source of the sound when she was met by warm lips tasting like elderberries doused with winter honey halfway through.

"You enjoy that too much," chuckled Rhaenys unable to help herself smacking her lips to retain the sweet taste as she stared at the sapphire eyes of the blue dragon in her elven form standing beside them (she had vehemently refused to ride a horse and Balerion pushing got him a black eye). She had returned to their now large group with the slightly grown whelps a fortnight ago, refusing to tell anyone where she had been with the younger dragons.

"What can I say? You're too irresistible my dear," she smiled in return before exclaiming happily as the green dragon, Viserion hovered over them licking the end fingers of Laetri's extended hand fondly.

Despite herself, Rhaenys can't help but smile as she watched the interaction between the two. Out of all the three, Viserion is the most expressive of his siblings. All the way to Yunkai, he had made it his life mission on dropping at someone's heads every opportunity he could ever since he had learned how to fly. Of course Daenerys tried to browbeat the fun, but irritating habit he had but one threatening glare from Laetri made her immediately cower in agreement.

"So you're staying this time?" asked Rhaenys to Laetri as Viserion finally took off to join with his siblings in the air.

"Yes," the blue-haired "Elf" smiled prettily making Rhaenys shake her head mentally too refocus. No one should be that criminally gorgeous. "Someone needs to look out for you guys,"

Rhaenys despite herself can't help the grin that appeared on her face. Call her a hypocrite maybe but if she's going to be honest, she trusted the blue dragon more than she trusted her biological aunt and it's not only because she shared her bed with her. Maybe it's because she's raised by a dragon that she felt more at ease with someone of their kind than hers.

"I'm glad you're here Laetri," she finally chirped after the moment of silence letting off a small smile at the other female at her side. "With you here I can finally have some intelligent conversation around. Thank you for staying by my side,"

To her credit, the female dragon only laughed out loud stepping a little away from them. "Now don't get sappy on me Rhaenys. Don't forget what am I after all?" her form vanished in a plume of smoke that transformed back to the magnificent blue beast which looked at her with one large sapphire eye in fondness one more time before taking to the air at the direction of the whelps, her roars echoing on the sky.

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Sieges are always messy, both for the defenders and for the attackers. He knew that thanks to Egg's discussions when the boy was younger. Egg would sit at the side of his head happily droning on and on about battles he read from the books he found on his lair boring the golden dragon half to death. Now as he personally lead one, he can't help but thought out that the stories from the book of Egg about such battles have been terribly undermined.

"Archers aim! Concentrate fire on the low wall. Make sure that no arrow falls from that tower as the Satyrs advance," the call of the Centaur Bane echoed along the battlefield as makeshift catapults continued their bombardment over the city. At the front of the massive army, the different magical species that have lived in hiding and flourished at the lack of humans in Valyria continued their advance even as human defenders tried to hold the wall.

Piercing amber eyes watched in little concern as his newly combined army, each as different as each other both in culture and appearance pushed onward eagerly to bring their wrath against the humans that have hunted them down like cattle. He had been quite surprised in fact at their ferociousness with their initial reluctance during the gathering.

Satyrs armed with makeshift spears and clubs charging forward with great leaps and bounds behind heavily armored dwarves, their massive war-masks and horned helms terrible to behold, sirens that managed to transform their tails to feet, glass armor glinting in the fires under the night, lithe wood-elves in leather armor providing fire support for the occasional minotaurs with axes and fully transformed lycans alongside the disciplined vampires. Dozens more species came, from the graceful dryads, to the stoic centaurs that is as skilled as any human champion can be with sword, spear or bow.

Today is what he would call…their debut. Today the world would fear them and know the ignorance of folly, Mantarys, one of the richest of the cities of Old Valyria that managed to survive the Doom will be their first victim. Neither its walls, nor its mercenary armies will save it as the hundred and fifty thousand strong army of magical creatures sieged it with magic and skills long forgotten.

"And so the world will know fear once more under the sky," Balerion/ Harry muttered to himself looking at his hand feeling the power of magic coursing through his very fingertips. Taking a deep breathe, said hand immediately whipped forward at the direction of the walls and the result's as fast as the hand came.

There was a crack of thunder followed by a very large explosion as the walls made by Valyrian knowledge and have withstood the siege for hours immediately cracked like an egg before exploding inwards to the city. Pure unadulterated silence followed as the screams of pain and death from the soldiers guarding it and the people inside crushed by debris echoed like choir of the damned as both his army and the defenders stood frozen in shock at such destructive display of magic and the fact of what just happened.

Ignoring the temporary silence, Harry immediately transformed back to Balerion, golden wings flapping as he took to the sky at the front of his army facing the burning city, his massive form gleaming under the moonlight.

"Push forward! Stand as one! FOR THE ALLIANCE!"

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Hahaha I know, I know. I might have watched a lot of Warcraft before writing this. Don't burn me, you had to admit, that battle cry is AWESOME! Damn Im almost tempted to postpone this and start finishing my friend's Warcraft fics hahaha. Anyway please review readers. Hihihihi

PS: This is why I love it when you review readers, you remind me when to tone down stuff or when to increase some. So fine Ill lessen the FXF lemon parts and start Balerion and Laetri's romance part.

PS: Im serious in this. Readers I need your opinion about possible banner examples for the new Alliance of Species that Balerion created. Also armor design descriptions (since Im bad at that) and possible government form or leadership. Hihi I need your help here readers so please cooperate.

If I did postpone this story temporarily to shift on the Warcraft fics, please don't hate me hihi. It wont be postponed. Not that Im planning to stop it yet, nooooo.

Thanks for the ever support.