Chapter Twenty-Five

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

-Smaug II

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Ser Jorah did warn them about the Second Sons leaders' bad attitude and their lack of knowledge when it comes to courtesy and diplomacy. Rhaenys however didn't think that the word "bad" is literally taken to new heights by the idiots who made themselves comfortable on the comfortable couches facing their aunt currently. By unanimous decision by all of them minus Balerion and Laetri who for some unspoken decision changed back to their dragon forms the moment of their declaration that they were now mates, Daenerys would continue the façade as if she's the one who "owned" the army and maintain her position as the Mother of Dragons.

Now here they are facing the three leaders of the Second Sons who looked too mighty comfortable in her opinion despite the threat of Balerion and Laetri who are snoozing at the side of the meeting tent, their golden and blue scales casting a rainbow color on the ground at the entrance of the tent. If the sight of two full grown dragons and the three whelps at the side of her aunt did faze them, they didn't show it. It's either they are completely confident or they are just plain fools. Frankly Rhaenys would bank on the latter of the two options.

Tuning out their weird names labeling them her usual way when meeting uninteresting people: Ugly Number One as the loudest, Ugly Number Two as the oldest and Ugly Number Three as the one undressing her aunt as he sat there with a small smile on his face.

"You there, slave girl, bring us something to drink!" ordered Ugly Number One waving her off as if she's some kind of object he can just bully around. Thankfully before she can show her irritation at Ugly Number One as her temper rose immediately to boiling points, her aunt beats her to it.

"We have no slaves here," she responded still with that smile of cordiality of hers despite the ice in her eyes. "And watch what you're saying, you're talking to my niece," her head immediately turned at Rhaenys' nodding for her to play along.

Wanting nothing more than to refuse, Rhaenys swallowed her pride as she took the pitcher of wine from the side of the tent just in time to hear Ugly Number One's next words. "You'll all be slaves after this battle. And I would personally share you and that beautiful niece of yours to every one of my men. We Second Sons share everything, including women. I'm sure my men would love to have a piece of that ass when this day is done,"

And that is when all hell breaks loose and to be honest, Rhaenys didn't expect it too.

It's only her long training with her mother that made Rhaenys duck just in time as thefamiliar sound of metal whizzing through the air caught her attention. Reacting immediately and mostly by instinct, the only daughter of Rhaegar Targaryen grabbed a very surprised and unexpecting Daeneyrs to the side just in time as a blur of silver went sailing past her head straight to a very unsuspecting Ugly Number One.

Everything seemed to turn into slow motion as Ugly Number One fell to the ground, the silver knife embedded on his chest catching everyone's attention as he fell to the ground with a small thud…dead. Every eye immediately changed direction from the newly fresh corpse to the direction where the knife came from.

"What?" her brother asked condescendingly as he twirled two more knives on his right hand between his fingers. "He's insulting my sister, should I just let it go as he badmouthed her and threatening her with something worse than death?"

Daenerys at Rhaenys' side looked ready to spout something from her mouth but unfortunately for her, the remaining two leaders of the Second Sons brought out of their stupor of seeing their esteemed leader killed in "peaceful negotiations" wasted no time on drawing their weapons out.

"TRAITORS!" roared Ugly Number Two whistling as their five guards that remained outside pulled out their own blades ready to charge in.

Unfortunately for them, that would be not so.

The familiar sound of a dragon roaring made the very earth shake and the five approaching the entrance of the tent only had time to look up at the source of the sound, their faces morphing from one of surprise and utter terror for a second as a torrent of blue flames engulfed them all from the side. Ugly Number One and Ugly Number Two fared no better. The two Second Sons commanders have barely taken three steps towards the tumbled form of her and Daenerys when an invisible hand yanked the two from the back making them squawk in surprise (which is very unmanly sounding from them) as they were pulled into thin air backwards and straight towards the torrent of flames at the entrance of the tent.

Even as the two was engulfed by it, it took more than three minutes before the searing heat of the dragon fire became safe enough for her and the others inside the tent to exit through the entrance. Frankly Rhaenys wasn't surprised seeing that all that remained of the Second Sons leaders' and their retinue were ash on the ground.

At the side, the two dragons remained as bored as ever lying on the ground, their heads side by side looking as if nothing's wrong with the world despite killing seven men without problem. When Rhaenys' turned though at the direction of the one who raised her and Egg one amber-eye opened to look at her in acknowledgement. She doesn't need to see the odd glint on the said eye to know that the gold dragon was amused at just what happened. It's so just like Balerion to use his magic without words and without anyone knowing. She knew that the dragon considered terrifying people without them knowing as they were yanked by his "summoning spell" funny.

Looking towards her brother who had pulled the bloody knife from Ugly Number One and was currently wiping it on his sleeve, she can't help but sigh as the realization sets in.

"I guess its Fire and Blood after all,"

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The familiar updrafts of the world's roof are heaven as he let its currents adjust to his body. The sweet smell of the open air without being confined to the ground he almost forgot. This is what life offers him, the freedom to go wherever he wish, whenever he wish without anybody telling him. It's a good thing too to be reminded.

When he first initiated the ritual that gave him his elven form, his human soul which at the best of times simply a minority and nothing more than a sense of memories and history that lived within him was given equalization for the first time. Thus every time that he transformed to said form, the dragon in him was tempered and the human brought out to equalization. Unlike Laetri who was a full dragon and unaccustomed to being "docile" without her instincts got her character in a twist of confusion with her full draconian soul warring against the human body and mind that her elven form provided, his was more refined and something he had full control over pushing the rough instincts that his dragon soul have where the human mind supposed to be.

Frankly he had a theory for that. A dragon's body was literally designed to handle large amounts of innate magic. Magic however is like wildfire. It takes a strong will and a strong sense of self-assurance and character to keep hold of it. Without it, the magic inside the body fluctuates and literally the being holding the body self-combusts. That's the reason why his kind is so prideful and arrogant. It's not just their character passed down from generation to generation, their very minds evolved to the point where they can handle the large tracts of magical energy deep within them, which in turn gives them power, strength and the ability to fly (dragons don't fly on wings alone).

Now as he flew beside Laetri once more with Rhaenys at his back, he felt himself again. The familiar lovey-dovey self of the female dragon disappeared clearly every time she became her true self. The bruises at his face he still felt until now. He had been surprised that despite them being official mates already, the female dragon still insists that they do the ritual of dragons when establishing partners (that includes a lot of fighting which he lost sorely). Now as he realized his full persona again with the balance of his two minds returning to what was before, he roared joyfully in the air as the familiar feeling of the hunt and desire to carnage flowed through his veins. Maybe that's the reason why the she-dragon pummeled him so easily. He had forgotten who he was. Now it's time to reclaim what he had lost.

Diving down followed by his blue counterpart, he gave off a terrifying draconian grin as the city of Yunkai came into view. The original plan for Unsullied soldiers to sneak in have been thrashed when he had a better alternative. Why wait for hours and hours of grueling fighting when you can easily burn everything that threatens your way? Order only follows if Chaos was enacted. He would be that Chaos, he would see his dream of a united kingdom under his rule and the rule of his kind for millennia to come bore fruition. Fortunately this city got the unlucky card of being his torchlight tonight to bring himself back to his full draconian senses. Not to mention his already bad mood when Daenerys and her new knight, Barristan subjected to his plan of simply "Burning them all".

Down below the army led by Egg can be seen in the distance….and so is the clamoring of the defenders of Yunkai as his, Laetri's and the three whelps tagging at her back. The three may still be young despite growing fast enough, but this would be good experience for them. Not to mention that hidden at Laetri's back can protect them from the more dangerous projectiles the two-legs at Yunkai may throw at them.

Speaking of projectiles, there's two heading straight for him right now. Against any human army they would have been dangerous. Wooden stakes with metal ends sharpened in flames, it would have cut through steel like water. Fired from two ballistae down below, they would not pose a danger to draconian scales but they would still hurt. Unfortunately, stuff like that don't do shit against magic using dragons like him.

Focusing the wild magic in him it took only a few seconds as his mind siphoned required energy for a wordless levitating spell on the two ten meter poles. One word of command made them catapult back like a bullet towards where they come from and even he can't help but chuckle at the confused then alarmed faces of the ballista crews as their own ammunition landed like a bomb back at them crushing the ballistae and turning its crew into splattered grease on the ground. Even Laetri at his side chuckled at the creative way of taking destruction into new heights.

"Now where were we?" he chuckled out loud in pure Valyrian making the scent of fear coming down below in waves increased tenfold even more as he hovered over the now completely terrified garrison guarding the walls. Arrows immediately met him making him laugh mentally even more as the stinging shots did nothing but tickle his scales. This is a dragon's place…not frightened, above others, doing what he want, whenever he want, they are the rulers of the sky and those of them who goes against his race will understand the true meaning of fear.

"Go Balerion! Burn them all!" shouted Rhaenys at his head taking cover from the continuous arrow fire. As for Balerion, he simply is happy enough to comply. Nodding at Laetri hovering at his side, the two dragons inhaled the familiar deep breathe mixing with the helium on their lungs and the magic in their beings.

"Dracarys!" and the world once more went up in golden and sapphire flames.

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AN: Okay so that's done. Please Review this chappie. Hope ya like it.

PS: With all the bad press and the flaming I received in my mailbox, Im seriously considering postponing this story and think things through. They're right though. It needs a good revision. I have a storyline already actually and the plot was done too. So Ill try my best to convince myself to write it and not abandon this. As a fellow reader I hate good stories abandoned. But as a writer, one can only endure so much hate mail b4 cracking. So until then… Don't worry Ill still be available to post the next chapter….at least.

PS: Challenge for any writer. "Write a HPX GOT crossover with Harry as the new Merlin in Westeros tempered by war and grief having a cynic and pessimistic view of society during the time of King Aerys and how he may help things "reluctantly" become a little better instead of the shit storm it became with all the good people dead. Im planning to write it, but I had a new story juggling also in my mind that I have no time for it.