Daenerys Targaryen
She looked at the horizon when they started the attack, fireballs and rocks started hitting the walls and buildings, then they reached the Great Pyramid. 'They are testing us.' She thought. As soon as the projectiles started to fall closer to her chamber Grey Worm arrived with three more Unsullied, they had to leave the pyramid quickly.
The walls trembled with each impact; all they could breathe was dust from the stone being demolished. They left the Great Pyramid unharmed; she saw her soldiers running, citizens fighting the fire on the houses, part of the market was burning.
"Grey worm, where is my family?" She asked worried in valyrian.
"They are in our headquarters next to the market, we have reinforced our position there, your grace." The commander of the unsullied replied, he looked stoic as always, even when fire was raining upon them.
"Everything is alright?" She persisted; fear was consuming her.
"Arthur Dayne evacuated the old Aemon and his companions from the pyramid, and I sent men to evacuate Queen Rhaella and Lady Sansa." Grey worm said calming her down.
The streets were reigned by chaos, men ran from side to side, some Dothraki riders hurrying their horses, even under attack they had to prepare the battle, maybe they were following Jon's orders, he was leading the cavalry tomorrow.
When they finally arrived, she found Rhaella calming down Sansa, Maester Aemon looked calm as always, but his steward and apprentice, Samwell Tarly looked like a frightened little boy, and the wildling man named Tormund was ready to go out and fight with the rest of her men.
Arthur Dayne was giving instructions to some of the squires that he and Ser Barristan were training and immediately walked towards her to speak.
"Your Grace, your family and friends are safe, the direwolfs too, I sent some of my squires to search for some missing people inside the pyramid." He said quickly.
"Good." She said and felt relieved for a moment. "Have you seen Jon?" she asked the knight then.
"I'm afraid not, your Highness, he must be moving the horses to a safer place or maybe he's helping the men at the walls, you know how much he hates being useless." The knight replied respectfully. "I'll look for him personally, do you want him to speak with you?"
"Don't worry, we can speak later…" She replied, 'A lie' she thought, the only thing she wanted was to see him, she was scared, a frightened little girl again. 'Be a dragon' her inner voice said, it was right.
The attack ended at dawn, many buildings were still burning, there was rubble on the streets and some corpses too, but despite of that the city was relatively well. The soldiers carried the corpses to the main plaza to let their families recognize them.
She walked with Missandei to the pyramid, it looked fine, despite of a couple of holes in it. There she saw Ser Barristan and Ser Arthur speaking, what she saw told her everything she wanted to know. She saw how Arthur Dayne, the fierce warrior from Starfall almost crumbled when Ser Barristan told him the words, her heart started to beat faster and Missandei noticed it.
"Are you alright, Your Grace?" Missandei asked her worried. "You look pale" the translator observed.
"No… No…" she could barely mumble, her neck ached and a cold drop of sweat fell from her right temple, her hands were shaking, and she felt fear again, a justified fear. She needed to know if that was true, only one thing could shatter the stoic façade that Ser Arthur Dayne had and that was Jon or his sister, he told her once.
They walked forward to reach Ser Barristan, the knight saw her and took off his helm immediately, he made a small reverence at the same time he saluted her.
"Your Grace, it's good to see that you're well." He said respectfully.
"What happened inside, Ser Barristan?" she asked, her eyes fixed on the old knight's face, when she saw his reaction a sensation of numbness invaded her.
"Your Grace, we found Irri inside the Pyramid" Ser Barristan informed afflicted.
She felt a wave of Sadness hitting her right in the face then, Irri, one of her most intimate friends was dead. "Can I see her body?" she asked numbed by the news her Queensguard told.
"She's alive, Your Grace, but…" the old knight stopped and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"But?" she asked inquiringly.
"We found… we found Jon Snow's body, he died… trying to save your handmaid, Your Grace." The knight said hesitantly.
She felt her world trembling and crumbling after hearing those words, she lost her balance, but Ser Barristan quickly grabbed her arm to prevent her from falling, Missandei did the same with her other arm, her legs stopped working, they were just two trembling limbs now.
"I need to see it" She demanded, it sound like a cruel joke for her, Jon died crushed by rocks and rubble to save her friend, he should have been by her side, but he always wanted to be useful for the rest of the world.
Ser Barristan carried her through the corridors to the throne room, two Unsullied were guarding the gates and opened them for her. She saw a hole that revealed the skies in one of the walls of the throne room, there was rubble over the floor, she noticed two tracks of blood then, one came from outside and the other from one of the columns.
She followed with her eyes to see Ser Arthur kneeled in front of his body, he was grasping one of his hands tightly as he bitterly cried for the man he raised like a son. Jon was leaning on one of the columns, his eyes were closed, and his face looked pale as snow. She rushed to see him closer and what she saw was devastating.
His gambeson and armour were soaked in blood, his blood.
"No… Not Jon." She said as she shook her head in denial, it pained her more than anything, more than that time when Viserys beat her. She felt her soul shattering to pieces, she couldn't believe it.
She grabbed him from behind making leaning his body on herself, she shook his lifeless body in an useless attempt to make him wake up, maybe it was just a nightmare, she settled his head over her legs and there she remained.
"Jon?" she asked naively as she caressed her late lover's forehead. "Wake up… please… you made me a promise…" she said between sobs, the tears clouded her sight as they fell from her eyes over Jon. "I need you… I need you by my side… please, please wake up." She begged.
Her spirit was broken, the battle for Meereen meant nothing now, she looked directly at Jon's face then, so peaceful after a short life filled with pain and war. she let out a scream so loud that everyone in the city could hear it, the numbness of the beginning disappeared giving way to one of the biggest pains she ever felt.
She grabbed one of his hands and placed it on her cheek, but it just felt cold, colder than anything in the world she knew, he died in pain, killed by a butcher who didn't hesitate to leave him to die.
Ser Arthur Dayne
The queen was leaning on the same column with Jon's head on her legs, her eyes were lost in the emptiness of the room, she looked dead in life, he recognized that look, he saw it in many warriors before.
The only look someone has when you have lost something you can't replace, when something that can't be fixed is broken, something like a soul, what fragile thing was a soul.
He had the desire of drinking a hole barrel of wine, he failed again… the mighty Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning, nothing more than a useless knight who was good at killing people, but failed protecting those who he loved the most.
The queen looked destroyed, impassive and confused at the same time. He heard the beating of wings then and the screech of a dragon, he knew which dragon was before even see it. A few minutes after that something crushed against the wall, the hit destroyed part of the already weak wall and raised a cloud of dust in the throne room.
He covered his face with his forearm trying to avoid the contact of his eyes with the dust, he coughed and when finally the cloud disappeared he saw it. Caraxes was standing right in front of the queen and Jon's dead body, the giant creature sniffed his former master body and noticed that he didn't move, he pushed him with his tremendous snout and nothing happened.
Dragons were intelligent creature born from magic, Caraxes saw directly at the Queen's eyes and probably understood everything, the dragon raised his head and let out a deafening roar filled with anger and pain, he breathed fire a few times and then spread his wings as he turned around to take off.
The dragon took off and Arthur followed him with his eyes, he was flying directly towards the enemy, Arthur remembered that they didn't know if Galvart Snow and Ben Plumm succeeded destroying the scorpions, Caraxes was flying directly to a possible death. The way he roared in the skies made everything tremble.
They had to fight, hit them before it was too late.
"What in Seven hells happened here?" Tyrion Lannister asked surprised when he arrived with Ser Barristan and Jorah Mormont.
The dwarf immediately recognized Jon and almost stumbled as he walked towards him.
"I don't understand… How?" Tyrion asked.
"The Khaleesi must know who killed Ser Jon." Irri suddenly said.
"Who did this?" Arthur asked fiercely, he felt capable of killing a hole army to avenge Jon.
"The boy… that man who called himself king, Aegon and his companions." Irri said.
"A kinslayer…" Tyrion said.
"But Ser Jon marked him before dying" Irri added.
"What do you mean with that… did he marked Aegon with a curse or something like that?" Tyrion Lannister said with his sarcastic tone that made Arthur furious.
"No, you foolish imp" Irri replied offended. "Ser Jon marked his face with a dagger, I have seen many injured warriors in my life and I'm sure that the kinslayer lost his eyes, they dragged him out of the throne room screaming and kicking." Irri concluded.
"Clever lads, they probably left the city immediately." Tyrion said. "Did they killed anyone else?" he asked then.
"They killed two unsullied and each guard on their way from here to the city gates" Arthur replied, his blood was boiling, he never trusted Aegon, even less Jon Connington, he should have beheaded them both the moment they stepped into the throne room.
"Well… they will probably reunite with their army, but we have an army at the gates right know too" The dwarf said grabbing his chin with one hand. "We can't hold the siege; we must defeat them on the field before they starve us to death"
Tyrion was right, they needed to fight. "We will follow the plan we made, Ser Jorah, prepare the men to face the enemy." He commanded.
"I just take orders from the queen." The bear knight replied spitting on the floor.
"There's no time for this!" Ser Barristan argued.
Arthur felt terrible, tired of fighting war after war, but they needed to hold the city to protect those who couldn't protect themselves, that was his oath as the knight he was, that was the right thing to do.
Tyrion Lannister
Ser Jorah wasn't helping with his actions, the bear knight was a stubborn and unpleasant man, he probably was happy with Jon Snow's death, everyone knew how much he hated Jon for being loved by the queen.
"If you just take orders from your queen… I will speak to your queen." He said and turned to speak with Daenerys Stormborn.
The girl looked like a ghost with a lost look, but maybe his words could bring her back to their reality. He walked forward until he was right in front of her, he saw Jon dead on the floor, he looked uncomfortably peaceful in the situation they were.
Suddenly he felt shivers travelling down his short spine, he remembered the day he advised the once bastard squire to accept his heritage in order to be stronger. Now the same boy was a dead man on the floor, a man who was leaving everything he knew behind, a betrayed man.
'Fool' he thought, honorable men always die first they either get murdered, like Jon, or they get stabbed on the back on the battlefield, there was no space for honour in this world, Tyrion knew that well, he survived the battle of the Blackwater Bay, he was one of the responsible of destroying Stannis' army, he broke Stannis Baratheon like a little tweak with wildfire and a boat, but no one recognized his deeds back in King's Landing.
"Your grace…" he addressed Daenerys Targaryen with respect, a mourning woman was a dangerous creature in his experience.
The young queen remained unalterable, tears rolled down her cheeks and fell over Jon's dead body, love was a terrible thing, he knew that well too. He would have cried just like that for Tysha, where was she? The question chased him in his dreams and times of loneliness.
"Your Grace…" he insisted with a soft tone, the young queen looked at him then. "I know that I'm not the best to say this, but we need to defend this city." He said plainly making every word count.
"Let them have it…" she replied.
"And you will leave the people you have set free and your family to die here?" he asked trying to make her return to the real world. "I know that Jon wouldn't like that" he added.
"We are surrounded…" she said giving a fake smile.
"But we have dragons… four dragons big enough to defend the walls." Tyrion said.
"My children will not obey me; they can't be controlled right now" she argued focusing in the conversation.
"There's a way… Your Grace" Ser Arthur Dayne intervened hesitantly.
"Ser Arthur is right, Jon and I designed a saddle to control the dragons, just like your family did hundreds of years ago." Tyrion said with a proud tone. "You have bonded with the black dragon… Balerion, he will let you ride him, just like Caraxes and Jon."
Suddenly the young queen was paying attention to his words, a dwarf's words.
"The only thing I know for sure is that if you desire to get revenge you must stay alive." He said, he was saving another city again. "Think about Jon's dragon, the creature is flying right now towards the enemy, alone, how long will it take for them to shoot him down and loose him too."
Those words changed everything, the young queen returned to her reality, they were doomed without her leading and so was Caraxes.
Daenerys Targaryen
She heard Tyrion's words in silence, he was right, even if everything hurt inside her in that moment, she couldn't leave the people of the city, her family, alone against a formidable enemy, she had at least two dragons to face the enemy, and now, Caraxes was attacking the enemy too, unleashing the hell over them.
But how long would Jon's dragon keep them away from the city before being shot down by their scorpions? Her men destroyed part of the scorpions, but the enemy had many among them to face her children.
Her body ached, it felt heavier than ever and leaving Jon was the hardest thing that she ever did. "Are the men ready to face the enemy?" she asked suddenly when she looked at Ser Jorah Mormont.
"They are, khaleesi, but now that the bastard is dead…" the bear knight said but Dany cut him off immediately.
"Watch your tongue, Ser, you have been a loyal advisor, but do not disrespect Jon's memory again, or I assure you that the next time will be the last time that you'll have tongue." She said directing a killing glare against the old knight.
"Yes, your grace, pardon me." He replied and bowed.
"We face the enemy at once, Ser Barristan…" She said.
"Yes, your grace?" The Lord commander of the Queen's guard asked.
"You will lead the cavalry now." She commanded. "I grew up knowing that you slain Maelys the monstrous on horse." She added.
"It will be an honour, your grace." The knight replied and turned to gather his troops.
"I will cover you as much as I can with Lord Tyrion's invention, if it works…" she said and turned to leave the room, but Ser Arthur's voice stopped her.
"What about Jon?" He asked pained.
"Bring him here…" she commanded and two unsullied lifted Jon on a stretcher, once they reached her, she caressed his chick softly. "Take him to the headquarters, my family needs to know… the city needs to know."
Tyrion Lannister and a group of unsullied accompanied her to one of the fighting pits that Balerion used as lair, the Black dragon was waiting for her when they opened the big gates.
Dany caressed his tremendous snout and distracted him. "Shh… don't fret my love… I need your help now… we all need your help." She whispered as her hand travelled over the black scales and crimson spines of his head.
Maybe the gods that never heard her prayers started to listen, maybe Balerion felt her tremendous pain, but he calmly lowered his body and allowed the men to saddle him up, the strains were ready and they tested the reins placed on his neck, they weren't designed to guide him, but to keep a good grip while riding. Everything was ready now.
"Bring me my armour" she ordered and a few minutes later two squires brought it, crimson red and some black scales, boiled leather and chainmail.
"I didn't know you had an armour" Tyrion Lannister said, she could say that the little man was impressed by the way his eyes shone.
"It only takes a well-aimed arrow to kill a rider, either on horseback or Dragon." She said and placed her helm on her head. "I don't plan to be quarrelled today."
"Smart girl…"
She did not reply at that, she just climbed on Balerion and said the words she taught her son since he hatched the egg.
Sansa Stark
She noticed how Lady tried to move Ghost from his position, the silent wolf, the runt of the litter, grew larger than any of his siblings, maybe just like Jon did, not in real size, but with his actions.
But Ghost didn't move, he just remained on the floor, something bad was happening. Maybe the enemy breached through the gates, maybe they annihilated Daenerys armies and her dragons too.
"Something is happening…" she said.
"Why do you say that?" The Queen mother asked giving her a smile full of confidence. "There's no reason to be afraid, child."
"It's Ghost, he's not moving… he almost look…" She said but Maester Aemon completed the phrase.
"Depressed." The old Maester said. "Direwolves are sensible creature, they live in packs and die when they are alone."
"My father used to say the same thing… that we were like them, the lone wolf die, but the pack survives." Sansa replied, the old Maester gave her a toothless smile.
"Lord Stark was a good man, just like his brother… my brother… Benjen." He said.
"Do you know where he is?" she asked with emotion.
"I'm afraid that he disappeared beyond the wall, child, when Mance Rayder attacked and took the wall he didn't know about his location and I assure you that the Freefolk knew him well." Aemon replied.
"It seems that we are the last Starks… me and my sister." She replied staring at her feet, a wave of sadness engulfed her then.
"I used to think that I was the last Targaryen, then I knew about Rhaellla, Viserys and Daenerys existence, that they survived the Rebellion." He said. "And then a young squire came to visit me one day, he was young and travelled with a legendary knight and a direwolf white as Snow."
"Jon?" she asked naively, it was like the stories that Septa Mordane used to tell her.
"Indeed, and then he told me that his real name was Aemon." The Old man chuckled. "Imagine an old man like me, blind and freezing to death, learning about a boy named Aemon Targaryen, just like me." He smiled and his pale eyes looked happy for Sansa.
"He told me that you gave him a dragon egg." She said.
"Yes, I did and look what he did with it, he hatched it, clever boy." The old master let out a weak laugh.
She laughed at that too, but as soon as Ser Arthur walked inside all the smiles in the room died, Lord Tyrion stood beside him and two unsullied carried a man on a stretcher and the man was Jon.
Queen Rhaella jumped from her seat and approached him and so did she, Maester Aemon was an old and blind man, but he knew that something was happening.
"What's wrong, Samwell?" he asked worried.
"Nooo! Not this again…" Rhaella screamed as she buried her face in Jon's chest.
Sansa saw her father die, right next to her, she started to remember that day right there as she grasped Jon's lifeless and cold hand. She felt numbed, confused.
"Samwell, tell me what you see." Aemon ordered, his tone was serious and full of grievance. "Is Daenerys well? Maybe she needs a Maester, take me there." He commanded the fat lad from Hornhill.
"It's not the queen, Maester, it's… S-S-S… Ser Jon… He- eh- he's dead." Samwell replied nervous.
"Take me there, let me feel his wounds." The old man ordered, and the young man obeyed immediately.
"There's nothing to do" she said coldly, another member of her family was dead now, so was Robb and her mother for what she knew.
Queen Rhaella sobbed like only a mother could sob for her children or grandchildren, after looking at her she felt a tremendous pain inside her, it was not a wound or a disease, it was sadness. Her tears started to fall from her blue eyes, she wanted to be strong, but deep inside she was just a silly girl waiting for a knight to rescue her from this world of pain and suffering.
Maester Aemon touched each wound on his chest with his fragile, but still firm, hands. "They butchered him; this wasn't a battle wound… this was an execution." Aemon said, his pale purple eyes were glimmering with a fire that she recognized as hatred. "Who did this?" he demanded an answer.
Tyrion Lannister walked forward and let out a long sigh, he placed his tiny hand on the maester's arm and said. "It was Prince Aegon… and his men."
Aemon stood there quiet, for the first time since she saw the old man, he did not look weak. "So, it's kinslaying then…" he said coldly.
The night before, Gates of Meereen
Jon Connington
The screams alerted him, he tightened the grip on his horse's reins as he saw a group of his man carrying Aegon, he screamed and kicked in pain, his bloodied hand was covering half of his face.
"What in the Seven Hells Happened!?" he asked angry.
Lysono Maar looked troubled but remained as proud as always. "We had a little inconvenient in the Great Pyramid"
"Inconvenient!?" he walked closer and noticed that Aegon was fainting, his movement where slower, Jon moved the young king's hand and saw a cut that travelled down across his face from his left brow to the commissure of his mouth. It wasn't too deep, but Aegon's eye was gone.
Desperation caught him then, he needed to be treated and the city was under siege luckily for them, they just needed to bribe the guards or kill them. "We should ask the old Maester to take care of his wound." He proposed.
"That will be a little hard, we can't go back." The master of spies said.
"Why?" he asked annoyed.
"Because the king wanted his bastard brother dead, and that's what we did." The blonde man replied showing little to no remorse for the consequences of their acts.
"That's kinslaying!" he exclaimed in disbelief, he raised Aegon since he was a little boy, he taught him how to be a proper king. How did Aegon got so lost? He shook his head trying to wake up, but it wasn't a dream. Then he saw the answer to his own question right in front of him, Lysono Maar, sellswords, The golden company, Aegon was already a man grown when he knew about his birthright, about his duty with the Seven Kingdoms, but after they joined to the sellsword company he just lost control of his beloved Rhaegar's son.
"Rolly, come here!" he said, the young knight approached from the back, he saw remorse in his eyes. "Did you take part on this too?" he asked, and the knight nodded with notorious shame. Jon then grabbed him by the space between the breastplate and the gorget. "It's too late for feeling shame now, son, you already failed, you let this men bend your king's spirit, if you have some honour then seize that man and let's leave this city." He commanded letting go the young Rolly Duckfield.
"I've seen Rolly kill a man with a broken cup, you know what will happen if you interfere" Jon warned the others. "Help him seize that snake and maybe I won't tell Ser Harry Strickland about your deeds." He added and the men obeyed.
The bloodthirsty
The pain of losing something overwhelmed his entire spirit, he looked at his half brother's eyes and he saw nothing more than hate, it was unfair, why did he had to pay with his life, he was just a bastard in Aegon's eyes and yet he killed him, he butchered him like a pig, alone in the cold floor when Dany needed him, when the city needed him.
'Foolish boy' he thought, he acted without sizing the consequences of his acts and got murdered for it, but then in the last moment, he felt something different, he didn't feel dead, not yet. His body felt warm, he looked then at his death body through someone else's eyes, he didn't recognize it at first, but when he saw Dany crying for him filled with pain, something started to burn inside him, he tried to talk and only a tremendous roar came out, he started to lost control then, something else was pushing him to leave, to fly away and fight.
Something inside him wanted blood, fire and blood. He saw the city from above, he was flying and didn't need more proofs to know that he was inside Caraxes, but not completely, something was starting to disappear, a part of him that he was starting to forget.
The enemy scent was getting closer and closer, he flung over the city walls towards them, he wanted too, he wanted to save the city, he needed to save the city, for Dany, Aemon, Sansa, Arthur and everyone in there.
The enemy was right under him, two bolts almost pierce through his wings, but just two bolts were shot before he bathed the scorpions with fire, the soldiers manning the scorpions where just little amounts of ashes scattering with the wind. He bathed the enemy again with his fire and again men started to yell in pain, they were just ashes or burned skeletons now.
But burning wasn't the only thing he wanted, he wanted blood, he remembered his travels through the Slaver's bay, he remembered Robb's wedding and all he felt was his fury increasing. He landed in the middle of a phalanx crushing those who didn't move from their positions, the he used his tremendous fangs to rip and tear the enemy, their blood was in his mouth now he didn't like the taste of it, but something kept forcing him to rip and tear and burn those who wanted to take the city.
Suddenly he felt how a spear was piercing his side, it felt like the bite of a leech, but then he felt another and another, he was surrounded of course, but that didn't stop him from burning those around him, he whipped a man with his tail only to impale him with its spines, he shook the corpse off and smashed another man with his tail, but for every man he burned, ripped or smashed another come to replace them.
He tried to take flight when a bolt hit him on his shoulder, right in the joint of his wing with his body, he flung a couple of meters only to fall in front of the enemy, he roared again as the soldier advanced at him with their spears, he looked around and saw men mounting horses riding towards them and another group of mounted men too, the battle was just getting started, he saw a scorpion pointing at his head then and he decided to burn it, he let out a terrifying roar and prepared his fire breath, but when he was about to bath the scorpion with fire another roar pierced his eyes.
Balerion made fire rain upon the enemy leaving a trail of ashes, burned bodies and black flames that made the rest of the soldiers retreat a little. He remained still burning anyone who tried to attack him, the smell of burned flesh felt delicious in his nose. And still something was fading, a part of him that was getting lost, maybe forever.
Barristan the bold
He knew his orders clearly drive away their cavalry and then surround them, he rode side by side with his squires, young lads who only wanted to be heroes.
"Once he get out of this walls many of you will die" he said "Many of you will empty your bowels on your saddle, you will piss on yourself, you will cry and call for your mothers" he said and saw the warriors' face of disappointment.
"Don't worry about that! I did the same on my first battle, it's okay to be afraid, that's what makes us stay alive, we have an objective, your officers have told you what to do!" he needed to let them know what was about to happen.
"Don't fight for glory, there's no glory in death!" he tightened the grip on the reins of his horse. "Fight for your lives, for your families… because if we fail then this city is doomed and all those you once held dear will be put in chains again!" he gave the signal to open the gates and raise the portcullis, he put his helm on and grabbed the spear that a younger squire gave him. 'Protect me mother…' he said the prayers. "FORWARD TO VICTORY!" he exclaimed, and the cavalry left the city cheering and screaming, battle cries and singing songs, some men carried drums to keep the morale high, spear in hand he rode forward and only forward.
Barristan saw how Ser Jon's dragon fell in front of the enemy hit by a scorpion bolt, the enemy saw the opportunity of getting rid of a dragon and decided to send the bulk of their cavalry to slaughter the beast, he needed to distract them, but that was impossible at that moment, the creature tried to keep the lancers in line with its fire breath, but the cavalry was already surrounding the red and white dragon.
He saw the opportunity when the queen charged forward with her dragon and left a trail of burned men among the infantry, now it was their time to stop the cavalry, they had to clash against them. And so they did, his spear found its way through a Ghiscari's chest and splintered, it made him remember his youth and all those tournaments where he unseated knights and princes as well.
Most of his forces where Dothraki screamers, but those who weren't where using full plate armour, they were heavy cavalry crushing the light cavalry of the enemy and leaving the rest of the work for the horselords. Men and horses died alike, the smell of burned men mixed with the smell of blood and shit in his nose, once he delivered a fatal blow on one of his enemies he noticed the rest of the cavalry charging against them.
"It is time! Follow my lead!" he commanded swinging his sword in the air, he grabbed one of his squires by the neck and pulled him closer. "Ride to the walls and give them the signal, take two men with you!" he ordered and released him.
They rode far away from the battle, the bulk of the enemy cavalry was chasing them they were close, but not close enough, they made reached enough distance to begin the real move and so they did.
"Split!" he exclaimed "Surround them" he commanded and his riders obeyed, by the time the enemy noticed it the reinforcements were right behind them, Rhakaro and his screamers advanced and were the first to clash against the enemy. "Advance!" he said and rode forward against the enemy, only a few hundred managed to manoeuvre away from the battle, but the rest of them were surrounded and already being killed by his men.
It didn't take long before a white flag arose among the enemy riders, they made their part, now they had two fronts, the sea and the infantry were already struggling. He looked into the horizon were the Volantene fleet was facing a combined force of Yermaki ships, three war galleys with the pentoshi flag and many ships with a sigil that only meant disgrace, a kraken, a golden kraken.
Whatever the Grejoys wanted, it wasn't a good thing.
The mother of dragons
Her eyes burned because of the smoke, she kept saying the words. 'Dracarys' she said many times, countless times, Caraxes remained on the ground unable to take flight, she wanted to help him, but it wasn't safe yet, her children burned thousands of men and they kept marching. Her army made a wall of shields in front of the fallen dragon, only leaving space for Caraxes flames, they were trying to hold their position, but then she heard it.
The trumpeting of fifty elephants charging against her soldiers, the unsullied feared nothing, but what can small men do against an armored elephant ready to crush their formation. She needed to stop them, she had to stop them. Balerion understood her thoughts immediately and turned giving away a tremendous roar calling his brother Rhaegal.
The elephants were a hundred meters away from Caraxes and her soldiers, charging faster than anyone could guess, she was too high and too far from them, she felt the anxiety taking control over her, breathing was the hardest task that she ever did in that moment, the breastplate felt too tight, the helm too, she felt suffocated.
But then she saw something that left her speechless, a big gap opened in the shields wall, what came after was the biggest flames that she ever saw, a tremendous column of red and orange with little tones of white engulfed three elephants, maybe it was the heat or the agonizing noices of the burning elephants, but they scattered in panic on every direction, they shook trying take off their riders from their backs and some of them charged against their own forces.
Her infantry advanced then against the centre of the enemy infantry, the enemy tried to surround them, but it was too late for them, Ser Barristan and the cavalry were flanking them, Chaos reigned in the enemy forces then, the small amount of forces besieging the gates was repealed by Ser Oswell and his men.
She needed to help Caraxes now and commanded Balerion to land next to him, she climbed down of his Onyx dragon and walked forward to help the red dragon, he looked tired and had many wounds, the characteristic boiling blood of the dragons emanated from some those wounds and the worst of all was the one the scorpion bolt made.
When she finally reached the dragon's sight, she saw the anger, the pain and frustration of losing something you loved, a part of you that would never come back. The dragon showed his bare teeth to intimidate her, he then expelled smoke from his nostrils, but as soon as Dany took off her helm the injured dragon recognized her face and calmed a little, she grabbed the bolt with both hands and pulled out with all her strength, Caraxes cried in pain and almost bit of her arm, but the dragon somehow kept his impulses at bay. She remained there leaning her back on Caraxes for the rest of the battle, the dragon had his head on the ground and she caressed it softly, crying, they won, but the battlefield was full of burned corpses, charred bones and ashes. She felt tired and closed her eyes resting her head on Caraxes's snout to find peace in such a moment.
The onion Knight
The red woman insisted in her search for little Edric Storm, he probably wasn't little anymore though, and King Stannis ordered him to take the Red woman wherever she wanted, if they were lucky enough they would have found Edric and Ser Andrew Estermont on the free cities, but they didn't the luck on their side.
He knew it well since Stannis was defeated on the blackwater bay, when his sons died consumed by wildfire, when Stannis lost Dragonstone and somehow managed himself to take one of the abandoned castles of the night's watch as his seat for a while. He used to be a smuggler and now he was looking for King's blood to burn, he didn't believe in a god who commanded to burn people. How could he?
Captain Lirio, an old friend of his, accepted him and the Lady Melissandre on board of the Swimming lizard, a magnificent ship in his opinion, but too big for a smuggler like him.
"The lord of light has spoke to me in the flames" The red woman said with her always sure tone.
"Has he told you where the King's nephew is?" he asked in disbelief, he despised fire and its worshipers now more than ever after it took the life of four of his sons.
"I have seen a field of fire, he consumed many lives today" the woman said.
"Prepare to battle!" someone yelled when they saw the volantene fleet blocking the bay, Lirio's king was an ally of the Dragon queen, Daenerys Targaryen and sent most of his ships to fight against the slavers, a noble cause for him, but noble causes usually tend to fail.
But his notions of failure disappeared when a cream gold dragon bathed some of the ships with its fire, he heard the men screaming on board and remembered that moment at the Blackwater bay, when the Black Betha got destroyed and Mattos was devoured by the flames, he reached the little sack with his finger bones hanging from his neck, he always did that when he felt nervous or scared.
"Don't fret old man" a young voice told him, he turned around and saw a young girl with a tremendous wolf. "The swimming lizard is the best ship of Yermak and Lirio is the best captain in this part of the world." She added, her grey eyes glimmered with the sunlight.
"Aye, milady, but as a former smuggler I was used to evade fights." He said. "Forgive me if I ask you this, milady, but why have you come here?" he asked curious.
"For the same reason that you're here, my lord." She replied. "I'm looking for someone" she added.
"How did you?" he asked confused.
"I'm good hearing and staying quiet… just like her" she said pointing at the wolf sitting next to her. "After all we have lived, we have learned that silence sometimes is more threatening than a battle cry."
"I must agree with you milady, there's nothing more frightening than complete silence" he said and nodded. "What's your name, milady? forgive this Flea Bottom knight's manners"
"My name is Arya… Arya Stark from Winterfell." She said and stole every worth from his mouth.