And the first battle is here! I will admit I took a couple of breaks in between writing. Mostly to watch and cope with Season 8. It's been AMAZING so far but next episode we all know will definitely have tears shed. But for now, enjoy this wonderful work of me and my amazing beta MSquared79. Also, Chapters 11-20 have been revised and chapter 20 has been rewritten completely. So check that out if you want!


Theon

The night sky was concealed by the many clouds that seemed to spread to every corner of the Narrow Sea. it was going to snow soon. It could be seen coming from the west with the winds. In the other direction was another type of storm. A storm of sellsails and traitors led by a madman.

Theon stood at the bow of his and Yara's ship, Rognar's Finger, looking out to the sea in the east. The water rose and fell gently, making it a perfect battleground on the sea. The cold winter winds picked up the tails of Theon's coat and felt like they were pulling him to his impending fate.

It all felt right to him. The feel of winds, the rock of the ship, the smell of the salt in the sea. He was an Ironborn, and he would not run again like he did the last time he fought at sea. He didn't feel afraid as he did before. Seeing Euron run from him at the Iron Islands made him feel greater than this wretched kin.

Theon took a breath of it all while he could and scanned the eastern horizon. It was pitch black and nothing could be seen. But he knew that Euron was out there somewhere, close. But they wouldn't be caught by surprise this time. In fact, their plans ensured that Euron would be the one surprised.

The bulk of their men were Ironborn, but there were other soldiers and sailors from the other kingdoms joining them. They were sure to need the numbers.

The Iroborn readying the Silence were nearly finished with its final preparations for the battle. It was time to return what Euron had left behind on Pyke. His ship and his weapons from King's Landing. The Silence was a mighty vessel, unmatched by anything, but it was a hideous thing created by a monster. Theon would be the one to give it back to Euron, along with all the hate and disgust he had for his uncle.

"There," Yara stepped up and pointed out to a tiny flicker of light could have been mistaken for a star had the sky not been covered. It soon became many lights, tiny and flickering to the south. She extended her Myrish Eye and gazed through the lens for a closer look before giving it to Theon for his turn. Through the enhanced sight the lens gave, Theon could barely see the shadows of ships and sails cast by the lights. "Are you sure you can do this?"

Theon closed the Myrish eye and gave it back to his sister. "I'm not running away again and I'm not gonna sleep until he's dead."

"That's what I wanted to hear." Yara led him to the main deck, past all the men arming themselves and standing by for battle. She had just as much hunger for blood as everyone else did. They approached the man in charge of preparing the Silence. "Is it ready?"

"Aye," he replied, "just needs a pair of hands at the wheel. And the line is good and secure and her belly about to burst if we put any more in her."

Yara nodded. "Go join the rest." The leader scurried off to arm himself with the other men, leaving her alone with Theon at the rear. "When we get back, we'll have the greatest feast no King or Queen of the mainland in history could ever hope to match. After that, we'll go west, to whatever lands await to found and make them ours."

Yara's vision for the Ironborn was more than Theon could have hoped it to be. She spoke without a shred of doubt in her tone. She was so certain about it all, so much that no one would have the balls to second guess her, no one except Euron.

"I wish I could be more like you. Leading comes so naturally and you always know what to do."

"You've had your moments. You fought much better than me at the Wall and you made Euron run from you, something I never thought I could do."

"That was all just by chance though. Nothing more."

Yara rolled her eyes at him and shook her head. "Hiding a knife under your skin isn't something that happens by chance. You acted in a way no one else in the world could have. It still frightens me that you could do it."

"It didn't hurt that much. At least compared to everything that happened to me." Theon could still hear the whisperings of Ramsay's voice from time to time. The words that broke him, the games he played. "I wanted to be stronger than I was. Better."

"You already better than that snob who came home after nearly a decade away." Yara grew silent for a moment and looked deeply at Theon. "If you could go back, would you have chosen differently? Stark over us?"

Theon didn't say anything. He only nodded ever so slightly.

Yara didn't react at all though. She looked out to the ocean and snickered. "Good. I'd whip your arse if you chose father again. I wonder what he would say if he could see us both now."

"He'd disown us for even pledging to fight for another King and Queen, especially Ned Stark's bastard," Theon smirked. The memory of his father, the great Balon Greyjoy, made him laugh as much as it made him angry. Everything he ever did for his father was never enough for him. All his pain and suffering he endured for the love and approval of his father meant nothing to Balon Greyjoy in the end.

"And then he'd kill us for giving up the Ironway," Yara added. "I always felt he saw his ego and pride were more his children than any of us. You better not be that way to your boy or else I'll find out how to grow your cock back just to cut it off again."

Theon could tell that she wasn't joking despite the impossible. "Never. He's nothing like the little shit I was."

"Thank the gods for that. How's he feel being an heir to our House?"

"Bella asked me not to get any of that into his head. Not yet at least. I agree with her. I want him to be a boy free of a noble name for a while."

"She doesn't mind him being a bastard?"

"Ever since Jon was named King in the North as a Snow, the North's view of bastards isn't as harsh. And he still doesn't understand it quite well either." Theon turned to Yara, nervous about what he had to say next since she brought up the subject of children. "He watches over your little girl like a direwolf to a Stark."

"Shut up." Yara scowled. "I don't want to talk about her."

"About who? She doesn't even have a proper name except what Bella and Little Theon call her."

"Then name her and be done with it. I don't want anything to do with her."

"I understand why, I truly do. But I don't want her to grow up like Jon had to."

"Then do the simple thing that his uncle did and just lie. For all I care, she's yours now and I don't want to hear any more of it. She's nothing but a reminder of what happened and a memory of our cunt of an uncle." Yara turned from her brother, leaving his presence to avoid the discussion.

Theon wished she could see his reasoning. He didn't want the babe to grow up as an outcast. And as an Ironborn, the girl's life would be rougher than what he put Jon through growing up. And there was no need for Lord Stark's lie here. Everyone would know who she was. The daughter of a maniac. The most he could hope for was that after the war is over, the Ironborn would change for the better.

Theon went to pursue Yara, not wanting to give up, but one of his men approached them both.

"The Silence is ready, my Lord."

Theon paused. It was time for him to command his uncle's ship and deliver it back. He nodded and followed his man. When he reached the steps, however, he turned his head back to Yara. "Just promise me you won't run away from this like I did from you. That's all I ask."


Euron

It was all working so perfectly. The trap was set and it was already luring the Lord and Lady of the Iron Islands deep into it. They wouldn't even realize what was happening until it was too late.

Euron watched from the crow's nest of his new flagship, the Empty Voice, a vessel that he took from one of the sellsail captain cock suckers and reformed it to be just as powerful as the Silence. His niece and nephew's fleet had no idea he was watching them in the cover of shadow. At least, they believed they knew where he was. They were moths drawn to the candle flame of the decoys.

His fleet remained anchored and waiting for the right moment to catch the western winds and move into formation. He would bleed the two of his brother's remaining squabs as long as he could. Every weapon and every move of his plans was meant to do just that. Many of the other captains said his strategy to be foolish and predictable. They spoke far less now without their tongues.

Euron ran a whetstone down the blade of his ax as the pain in his jaw stabbed constantly. It never went away no matter how much drink or drug he took to subside the pain. He would make sure that his nephew would pay for the pain he caused. He would show him realms of it that the Bolton Bastard could have only fantasized of reaching.

Euron took another swipe with the stone before tossing it into the sea. His ax was sharp and hungry for blood as much as he was. A soft gust brushed him, bringing a cold of winter. It was time.

Euron took hold of a rope and jumped from the nest, falling steadily to the main deck where his men were waiting in silence for him. The moment his feet touched the wood floor, he shot a glance to his helmsman. "Raise anchorsh!" He hissed in a whisper. His speech had become less impaired than what it once was, but it still annoyed him greatly. He made forward to the bow of his ship. "Full shails!"

The sails of Empty Voice dropped and immediately caught the winds. The order could be heard being passed on to the other ships and soon the sound of charging ships replaced the waves of the ocean. It was all a symphony to the Drowned God.

At the end of it all, Drowned Gods, Old Gods, New Gods, it would matter little. Even after his niece and nephew are dead, no gods will stand between him and them in death. He would tear down the foundations of the Drowned God's halls and burn every red leafed tree in the world. There was no place in this world nor the next. Conquering the world was just a stepping stone to conquering death.


Theon

The winds carried the Silence quickly through the waters. Yara was almost having trouble keeping Rognar's Finger close enough. He almost felt smug at the wheel. To say that there was a ship greater than the Silence was a lie. To have such power at his command gave him much pride. He felt he could tame the fourteen seas. Everything on the ship made him feel was exactly why this was Euron's ship.

As the ship cut through the waters with tremendous speed, Theon breathed in the smell of the sea as he took in the moment he had to himself. Nothing but him, a ship, and the ocean. It was isolation that made him feel at peace. At least, as peaceful as it would get for him.

Amidst his thoughts were those of doubt and memories of words spoken by Ramsay, forming into the things that monster would say and things he never did.

'Reek! That's a good name for you!'

Theon shook his head, trying to rid himself of those words. "Not Reek, Theon." He muttered to himself. "I am Theon Greyjoy."

'Theon Greyjoy, burner of farm boys, betrayer of brothers, the cockless lord, a crying lord. He cried when I took his favorite toy from him. Do you ever still feel an itch down there?'

"Shut up!" Theon let slip. The sound of the ocean was the only thing he could hear now. Despite what he told Sansa, Theon knew he was still a broken man. Haunted by his enemies and those he betrayed.

He would sometimes have nightmares of Ser Rodrik cutting him instead of Ramsay. Other times he dreamt of a creature with Robb's body and Greywind's head. The beast would attack and feast on Theon like a rabid animal with nothing but a wave of anger so great that is shown in its eyes.

He was marked by his betrayals. He could never forget it. But that was his punishment. He would not allow himself to forget what happened because of his mistakes. He wouldn't make the same ones again and be remembered as nothing but a traitor. The ghosts of his past would always haunt him. He just had to keep learning to live with them.

The Silence was making incredible progress. Rognar's Finger was barely able to keep up. Theon made sure the line of rope from the Finger was still with him. If it snapped, then there would be no chance of him escaping in time. The light's of Euron's fleet were getting closer and soon they would be met with the very weapons Euron had taken from Cersei to destroy them.

Theon was close enough that the ship could go on without him. He had to make for the rope that was meant to pull him back to Rognar's Finger, but something just didn't feel right. It all felt too easy. The Silence was in clear view of Euron's fleet but there were no alarms, no calls of warning either.

In fact, when Theon focused closely on the light, he started to see that they were too few and low to the surface of the water. He abandoned the wheel and rushed to the front of the ship, getting as close as he could.

His heart began beating fast as his fear rose within him. He could see just barely now that the lights were of candles aboard makeshift rafts built largely to give the illusion of a ship at a great distance. Dozens and dozens of decoys. It was all a trap, which meant Euron was the one with the true surprise attack.

Theon ran to the rear of the ship as fast as his feet could carry, nearly slipping on the main deck. His speed was broken by the railing as he slammed into it, shouting out as loud as he could.

"IT'S FAKE, YARA! IT'S A TRAP!" His voice was carried over the sea as far as it could go, hopefully reaching the ears of his sister.

Out of panic, Theon began to look out to every bit of the surrounding darkness, trying to find any indication or sign of the real position of Euron and his fleet.


Euron

Bells began to ring across the fleet of his niece and nephew. They realized what they fell into but it was too late. The speed of Euron's fleet was breaking through the waves and ready to decimate everything in its path.

Euron stood at the bow of the ship, fully armored and an ax in hand. He faced his men and glared the utter viciousness he felt at all of them.

"Mark my wordsh. No man shall meet the Drowned God unless he drownsh in the blood of our enemies. No man will feast in his hallsh unlessh the sea is filled with the songs of shcreaming traitors!"

All of his men cheered heavily for him, yelling out his name for a battle cry. "Euron! Euron! Euron!"

He turned to one of his men standing by at the rear. "Give the shignal! Bombard them!"

The welp of an Ironborn set a torch alight and began waving it to all the ship behind the Empty Voice.

Before the sky was to light up with balls of fire, Euron made for the front of the ship. He looked out to the boats in their path as the shadows of the night finished all they could covering the fleet in darkness. The first to fall to him was a small thing that sported a sail with a sigil of mainlander house Euron didn't care for. The men aboard had just spotted the true Iron Fleet and began shouting warnings. But it was too late for them.

The Empty Voice rammed into the bow of the ship, tearing through the wood and nearly cutting the entire front of the ship off. "Archersh to the ready! Port shide!" The Ironborn aboard with bows all lined up and knocked arrows to their strings. The arrows Euron supplied were barbed and design to pierce flesh but not exit. "Fire at will!"

Arrows began flying across to meet their targets. Shouts of pain began to warm the depths of Euron's heart. This was a testament that this will be his greatest battle. The little ship was sinking quickly as the Empty voice pushed what remained out of its path. Men who had jumped into the water were shot one by one by Euron's archers.

The sky began to fill the light of fiery bombardment. The ordinance reigned down on the ships that were meant to challenge Euron's fleet but failing miserably so far. Decks and sails erupted in flames and the air was filled with the sweet scent of smoke and burning flesh.

Another ship was in sight, but this one was one of the ships Theon and Yara stole from him. It was time he began taking back what was his. "Starboard! Grapplesh to the ready!"

"Captain!"

Euron turned to the one who called to him.

"The Silence!" He pointed in the opposite direction everyone was attacking, over to a ship sailing straight for them and fast. "Retake the Silence!"

Euron rushed over to the other side of the Empty Voice and did not have to look carefully to know that it was indeed his true ship, returning to him. And the one who dared to man her helm was Little Theon, alone. There wasn't a single man besides him aboard the Silence.

"Evade!" Euron called out. The Empty Voice moved as quickly as it could to get out of the ramming path Theon was aiming for. Euron took to a better vantage point on the helm and locked eyes with Theon. His grip on his ax tightened as excitement began to rise within him. Finally, he would have his chance to pay back what Theon had taken from him. He ignored the stinging in his face as he smiled for the first time since his injury.

The Silence grazed the starboard side of the Empty Voice and immediately grapples were thrown to catch it. Men pulled with all their might to keep the Silence in tow.

Euron shoved through his men and was the first to jump over to the deck of his ship. The moment his feet landed, he felt he was back on the real throne of the Ironborn. He looked up to the helm with his ax tightly and hand and saw his nephew standing on the railing, holding onto a rope for balance. The cockless fool was smiling at him.

"She's all yours!" Theon turned and dived off into the water, abandoning the mightiest ship in all the fourteen seas.

While Euron's men laughed at his nephew's supposed cowardice, Euron remained silent. Theon was an idiot, but not enough of one to just give up the Silence like this. Euron began inspecting the deck of his ship, walking to the helm and noticing the floorboards drenched in something wet. In the light of flames racing across the sky in each direction, the wetness reflected and revealed a luminescent green.

Euron felt a rush of caution take over as he began inspecting every part of his ship. There was nothing he could see above deck, but below could be hidden what he feared. Rushing down the steps, his eyes fell upon the cargo his ship carried and all sense of triumph left him.

Stored in the bowels of his ship was all of the wildfire he had brought to the Iron Islands before losing it all to Theon and Yara. All of it was rigged to be ignited and there was enough to destroy every ship surrounding the Silence.

"Retreat! Back to the Voishe!" He shouted as he rushed back up. "Wildfire! Wildfire!"

Euron pushed past many to return to the Empty Voice. He called out to his helmsman. "Evade! Evade!" A small flash of green turned his vision back to his true ship. The main deck was struck with a flaming arrow and the floorboards ignited instantaneously. The green flames traveled rapidly across the deck and down to the wildfire below.

The Empty Voice moved as quickly as the wind could carry it, leaving behind some who remained on the Silence. But when a faint pop was heard, Euron had lost all hope of evasion. Without even thinking, he dropped his ax, ran for the port side and jumped ship, diving into the cold sea water. The moment he went under, the ocean shook as the Silence exploded in green flames, igniting all of Euron's ships that were too close, including the Empty Voice. Through the water, Euron could hear muffled screams of his men and watched many of them dive into the sea to douse the flames that covered them, but it was of no use.

The water had suddenly become increasingly hot, almost boiling. He looked up to the surface above him and saw only green flames were there, waiting for him to surface for air and devour him.

His lungs began to burn and scream. He had a choice between drowning or burning. Euron popped his head out of the water and took a deep breath. But the very air itself burned his throat and the skin of his face was roasted as the flames cooked it.


Yara

Never before had such a sight been more beautiful. Yara did nothing to fight back her smirk when she saw the Silence explode in wildfire and many of Euron's ships surrounding it catching the spray of green flames and igniting with no hopes of survival. But to see Euron's ship with him aboard go up in flames almost made her swoon.

But this would be the only satisfaction that she, Theon, and their crew would get. In order to reach Euron, they had to steer right in the middle of the crossfire of ships. Currently, the only ones around belong to Euron and they were making a mess of the Iron Fleet so far.

"Pull faster!" Yara barked out as her men tugged on the rope that Theon was holding onto. At the rate they were pulling not even a bloody shark would be able to catch her brother. He was nearly back at the ship and almost slammed into the hull. "Slow it down!" Yara gathered with one of her other men and reached down to pull Theon back aboard when he got close enough to reach.

Saltwater dripped heavily from his armor and clothes. Despite the freezing ocean water in the winter season, Theon hardly shivered at all. "Are you cold?" Yara asked as a coat was brought to Theon and wrapped over his shoulders.

"It's not as bad as sleeping in the kennels," Theon told her and he wiped himself as dry as he could before shrugging the coat off and retrieving his sword belt. After he tied it to his waist, he stood with Yara and faced their men as the battle raged on.

There was an awkward silence until Yara turned to her brother. "You're the Lord, you're the leader."

"Yara-"

"Just lead." She could see Theon swallow hard as all eyes fell upon him. But then she saw him steel himself and stand tall.

"There are men out there who want to fuck us! Are we going to let them!?"

"Nay!" some of the men called.

"Look where we are now! Look at what centuries of the Iron Price have brought us! Nothing but reavers of what other men do better than us! No more! When this war is over, we shall usher a new age for the Ironborn! An age of glory and might unmatch by any in the entire world!"

"Aye!" all the men began to cheer.

"Tonight, the seas will run red with the blood of our enemies, of pitiful sailors calling themselves soldiers, and men who will see you hang before fighting beside you again! They will be eaten by worms in the dirt and those who die fighting them will meet the Drowned God proudly!"

"Aye!"

"Tonight, we will fight a battle so fierce, our children and theirs after them will only dream to fight as glorious as we!"

"Aye!"

"What is dead may never die!"

"What is dead may never die!" Every man listening raised their weapons high and let the ocean tremble with their war cries. Theon turned his head to Yara and saw her looking proudly at him. It felt good to hear a little bit of the cocky prick she once knew.

The light of the wildfire began to subside as the shadows of enemy ships broke through the flames. The sky was beginning to light up from the flames of fireballs being catapulted from both sides. Yara and Theon drew swords together and looked out to the first ship in their path as it waited to be taken and boarded.

The iron ram of Rognar's Finger broke into the hull of the ship, splintering wood and thrashing the body so hard that its crew fell to their sides. Yara and all others yelled out as they boarded their prey of a ship and began fighting like Ironborn of legend.

The first to meet Yara's sword was a sellsword. She swung a spiked flail at Theon. The steel spikes grazed Yara's hair as he ducked down just in time to avoid it and stab his sword into the sellsword's neck.

Theon charged with their men after Yara pulled her sword free, roaring out as they clashed with treacherous Ironborn and sellswords recovering from the crash.

They fought together as a brother and sister should and together they were defeating those that stood against them. These men were sellsails, not Ironborn, and they had not a chance to defeat the Greyjoys of Pyke.

Yara sliced her blade across a man's throat and then drew one of her axes from her belt and threw it into the back of a foolishly unarmored enemy. She heard a grunting behind her and quickly turned to see that a traitor Ironborn was holding a spiked mace to kill her, but Theon had impaled the bastard from behind before he could.

Yara smirked proudly at him as he withdrew his blade and resumed the fight.

Amidst the sounds of war and battle, the ferocious roar of a man broke through. The volume and intensity were that of a blood-crazed animal. Yara turned to the source and saw Euron at the bow of a ship set to ram the one she was on. It was hard to recognize it was him. His face was covered with burns, his hair was gone, and he no longer looked human, but more of a demon from the Seven Hells.

Euron jumped from the bow of his ship with a new spiked battle ax in hand. He landed the bladed into the shoulder of one of his own men and tore through him without any regard. He attacked anyone who got in the way of his vision, and he was coming straight for Yara.

Yara felt a hand on her shoulder and nearly killed who it was attached to, but stopped in time when she saw it was Theon.

"Together, this time." He told her.

Yara nodded. "Aye, together." They both pushed through the fight to meet their uncle. One way or another, it would be for the last time.

Euron was in a crazed berserker rage. He fought with incredible strength and no fear or care of receiving an injury. Yara and Theon's only advantage would be Euron's reckless fighting but compared to the rest they had to worry about, the odds did not look good. They had to fight smart. "Take his left, I have his right," Yara told her brother.

They split up and when they got close, attacking Euron at once. But he could read them easily despite his careless and rageful fighting. He stepped out of reach of their swords and focused on getting Theon out of the way. He rammed the butt of his ax into Theon's knee and then kicked him in the face when Theon buckled down.

Euron quickly changed focus to Yara and smiled maniacally at her. The iron plate holding his jaw dug into his skin so much that it made him bleed. "Loving wife! Where's my babe?" He started laughing out as he swung his ax at Yara. His strength was so great that she could barely withstand his attacks.

Yara drew a knife from her belt and threw it at Euron. It would have found its mark had Euron not parried it with his ax blade. At this point, Euron started moving about the deck of the ship when Theon had gotten to his feet again. He making sure that they didn't corner him but also toying with them.

Yara yelled out as he clashed steel and parried Euron's ax but was met with an elbow to her face. Theon had taken Euron's attention for enough time for Yara to thrust at Euron's head. But he was so quick. The blade missed her mark but cut across the side of Euron's head and lopped off the top half of his left ear.

Euron spun around and bashed his ax into Yara, pushing her back while he fought Theon alone. Her brother was holding his ground well enough. Euron had butted the shaft of his ax into Theon's head and then followed with a heavy kick in between Theon's legs. But to Euron's surprise, Theon was not affected by the attack at all. In fact in caught Euron off guard for just enough for Theon land a slash across Euron's shoulder.

Some of Euron's men had interfered then. The got in between Theon and Euron and kept him from helping Yara. He was fighting as hard as he could to get back to his sister, but it would be maybe a few moments, and that was a lifetime in a battle.

Euron made heavy swings with the ax, forcing Yara to back away. He had no indication of feeling the pain or stress of his wounds despite how much he was bleeding.

Yara was backed into a mast and ducked in time to avoid Euron's ax taking her head off. As the blade landed in the wood and got stuck, she drew one of her small axes from her belt and swung it into Euron's leg. She could feel that the blade stopped at the bone, it cut so deep. But Euron grabbed hold of Yara's hand when she tried to pull it out.

Yara felt the slam of Euron headbutting her right in her face. She instinctively clenched her eyes shut at the feeling of the pain and lost her balance as she stepped backward, but then she felt Euron's ax hook her foot and trip her to the floor. She fell back hard, dropping her sword in the process.

When Yara opened her eyes, she saw Theon getting thrown to the ground by Euron after breaking through his men. Everything became a sudden blur in her vision and the only thing her eyes managed to focus on was Euron with his ax raised high in the air. He yelled out and had a look of absolute murder in his eyes as he swung his weapon down at her. The ax blade cut into her armor and proceeded into the left side of her chest. The steel of her breastplate stopped the ax from going completely through, but she could feel the pain and damage she had taken. Her ribs were broken, her muscles severed, and more.


Theon

He froze where he laid on the deck. He watched Euron pulled his ax out of Yara. She wasn't getting up. She only bled, so much.

His hands began to shake. He could feel the terror overcome him again at the sight of sister's defeat. But it became much more so when Euron turned his gaze at him and his uncle smiled devilishly licking the blood from around his mouth.

'Run away, Reek. Run away like you always do. You're no Kraken, just a pile of stinking meat that reeks-'

Theon would not let his fear win this time. He shouted out as loud as he could to block out the voice of pain in his mind as he got to his feet and charged forth to kill his uncle.

Euron turned to see his nephew come for him. The ax was stuck in Yara's armor and it took him a second to pry it free. But it was a second too long.

Theon swung his sword only to have it caught by the shaft of the ax, but it was caught where Euron was holding it. Theon cut off Euron's index and middle finger of his right hand. Euron didn't even seem to notice as he swung his ax at him.

The blade sliced across Theon's right shoulder and hooked his sword out of his hand. Theon drew a dagger he had and charged at his uncle with all his strength. He pushed Euron into the railing of the ship and started stabbing his uncle's leg and many times as he could. Euron grabbed Theon's hair, pulled him up so that he was face to face and headbutted him hard. Theon dropped his dagger and fell to his knees, but forced himself to fall all the way to avoid Euron's ax slicing at him.

Without any weapon, Theon wasn't sure was to do. He needed something to fight with and he needed it fast. He dodged another one of Euron's attacks, finally giving up on finding a weapon and decided to use what the gods gave him. He dodged another attack and used this chance to charge at his uncle again. This time, he wrapped his arms around Euron as tight as he could and did not let go. Then, he opened his mouth and sank his teeth into Euron's neck, biting as much flesh and as hard as he could.

Euron screamed out in pain as Theon tore out a used piece of flesh and blood started rushing out of the wound. His uncle finally collapsed but was still alive.

Theon's blood boiled when he had no weapon in his hand and none within his reach. He needed something sharp, anything to finish the job. He found what he was looking for when the light of a fireball flying overhead glinted off the piece of metal holding Euron's jaw together.

Theon forced his fingers into his uncle's mouth. He grabbed at his jaw and pulled with every bit of strength he could. The feeling of tearing Euron's jaw off was just like tearing a drumstick off a roast chicken. The feeling of the snap made him pull harder. With one motion, Theon ripped off Euron's jaw and had himself a new dagger. The piece of iron was shaped well enough to work as a blade. He plunged it over and over into the wound he made in Euron's neck, yelling out as he did.

As the blood of both previous wounds squirted onto Theon, staining his armor, clothes, and face, Theon found himself losing the rage-filled energy when Euron's squirms and screams ceased. He left the jawbone planted in Euron's body as he rolled off and took a deep breath. For a second only, Theon could not hear the sound of the battle, nor the sound of the ocean, only a silence that felt so peaceful.

He rolled over and got to his knees as the battle rages on. He looked around and saw many of his men slaughter others and push back the invading crew. He found the body of his sister, in the clear of the fighting and amidst other bodies. He got to his feet and hurried as fast as they carried him to her. "Yara!" Theon fell to his knees next to her and lifted her up into his arms. His sister coughed up a mouthful of blood as he did and groaned painfully. "Oh gods, Yara." The wound on her body was deep and she already lost so much blood.

"Theon," Yara spoke in a cough, past the blood in her throat. "Did you kill the fucker?"

"Aye, he's dead by his own jaw." Theon held her softly but at the same time, it felt as tight as he could. He held on hoping that she wouldn't slip away from him. "Then there's no one to challenge you. You better not cock up as King or I'll haunt you till death."

"Yara, no. I can't be king. I can't lead like you-"

Yara coughed up another motherful of blood. "You don't have a choice, little brother." She moaned heavily and nearly screamed out, but she hadn't the strength to do so. Her breathing became softer after that, or rather it became weaker.

"Yara…" Theon wanted to cry for her, but he could see her glaring at him not to. She wanted him to be fierce now, he had to be.

"Alys… call her Alys…" Theon looked at her in brief surprise. For what she said before the battle began, this was unexpected to him to hear. But hearing that gave him some peace in all of this.

"Yara-" Before Theon could give any form of a reply, his sister's head turned limply to the side and her eyes fell void of any life. He wanted to cry, shout, scream, something, but if she were still alive, she would tell him not to. He only let himself hold her body in his arms.

"There are too many!" One of the Ironborn shouted and the ship jerked harshly was a second ship rammed into the hull and sellswords began to board and attack.

"Fall back to the Finger!" Theon yelled. He picked up Yara's body as he stood to retreat. His men surrounded and protected him as he made his way back to his ship. But their escape was cut off when a third ship had entered the fray, but this one rammed into the side of Ragnar's Finger with and cut through nearly half of the body. Ragnar's Finger immediately began to sink into the ocean and men aboard returned to the ship that was still afloat, but not for much longer.

They were surrounded on all sides. Theon counted about two dozen of his men were left and they were going to become heavily outnumbers as a galley was coming their way to join the attack.

There was no escape, not this time. This would be the final stand of Theon Greyjoy.

Theon set Yara's body down on the deck underneath a stairway to be away from the battle and picked up a sword. He raised it high in the air and bellowed out with all his might as a Greyjoy and a Stark. "WHAT IS DEAD MAY NEVER DIE!"

His men roared out as great warriors to never be forgotten as Ironborn. "WHAT IS DEAD MAY NEVER DIE!"

Theon pushed forward and led them in a charge to hold back the attackers. If he could take their ship, then they would have a chance. They just had to get through this with enough left alive.

Theon hacked into the head of some older man who nearly killed a younger Ironborn. Theon pulled the lad up to his feet as before meeting the shield of a new man. The fury that coursed in his veins from fighting his uncle still remained and he let it fuel his strength. He hacked the shield into splinters, breaking his enemy's arm before taking the opening made to stab him in the face.

But from behind a cloud of smoke that drifted onto the deck of the ship Theon meant to claim, dozens of men burst through and lept into battle. The numbers were even now, but it would be long until they were too much for Theon and his men.

It did not stop Theon. Every time his clashed steel, he made sure to have his find the mark of flesh as quick as he could.

'One more,' He kept thinking to himself as the sellswords kept appearing as if from magic. Every time he killed one, he thought to himself when he found a new one to defeat. 'One more!'

His hands were beyond the point of stinging with pain. His grip was becoming loose but he had to force himself to tighten it. If needs be, he would tie his hand on with a rope just to keep fighting.

Theon caught a glance of the galley approaching. The men aboard had already thrown grapples that caught the ship and were pulling themselves to aligned right so that they could board in heavy numbers in little time.

Theon looked all around. His men were fighting with utter power that he had never witnessed, but it wouldn't be enough. There were less than twenty of them left and Theon could see the exhaust they all had. He himself felt the strength to stand almost leave him.

To keep himself up, Theon let out a great bellowing roar to the smoke and clouds above, mocking the gods above the ocean that he would not die as he lived these past several years.

What he did not expect was to be answered back. A great roar erupted from the sky. Not from gods, but from a dragon.


Daenerys

The sea was filled with the sounds of death and war, so much that it would echoes from the shores of Westeros all the way to Essos. But it did not compare to the thunderous sound that could tremble the world itself.

From above, in the clouds, a great roar broke through every sound, thought, and action and instilled a great terror into those who had never heard such a noise.

Soaring down through a break in the smoke and clouds, the black shadow of the mightiest of the three dragons dived through. The beat of its wings rocked the seas itself and pushed ships to rock heavily, nearly toppling them.

Daenerys looked at the many ships around and could see the banners that were not those of Theon and Yara. Banners of red-eyed Krakens and sigils not of Westeros, her targets. Drogon felt her feelings and intentions and flew to those that flung balls of fire at them in the sky.

Though the wind howled loudly as Drogon flew, it did not drown out the call of his mother. "Dracarys!"

An inferno of Dragonfire burst forth from Drogon's mouth and rained down upon the enemy ships. The force was devastatingly incredible, destroying ships in a great explosion when they met the great flames. In one pass alone, over a dozen ships were completely annihilated.

As Drogon circled, Daenerys caught sight of a sinking ship swarmed by others. The strange thing was, all the ships had the same banner. But barely, by the light of the flames of burning ships, Daenerys saw the sinking flag of Theon and Yara's ship. She looked closely and could see a group of Ironborn fending off a great many numbers of men and about to face even more. In the middle, one of them was waving a sword at her.

Drogon banked around when they passed and Daenerys set her sights on the galley about to board them. Drogon hovered over the frenzy of fighting and immediately men from the galley began to jump off the ship into the ocean. But that water would not save them. They would be boiled alive.

"Drogon, be careful not to hit our friends!" Daenerys called out to her child. She could feel the caution he heard as he took aim and let forth another burst of flames. It missed the galley and hit the water, but the spread of the flames traveled up the side of it and set fire to only it. The galley acted as a shield protecting the ship Daenerys's allies were on.

She heard a mix cheering from her allies and screaming of her enemies after that as Drogon turned his head and set fire to other surrounding ships.

"Drogon! Destroy the other ship! Tear it apart!" Daenerys gripped tightly and Drogon dived down at the other ship attacking the Ironborn. Instead of flames, Drogon used the talons of his feet and ripped the ship in half.

As her dragon gained air, Daenerys could see that there were some ships beginning to flee the battle and they were all her enemies. She guided Drogon to fly over to them and he set fire to a great many ships that were bought and paid by Cersei. Daenerys would make sure that this night and this battle would mark her promise to fight for those who have pledged to her and all who would fight against her should run before trying.

The sea was beginning to be filled with burning ships after Drogon made several more passes. Smoke would rise into the clouds and the flames almost as high. But as quick as a ship was ignited, it only took twice as long for it to sink and extinguish.

Finally, the bombardments had stopped. The enemy ships that could retreat from the battle in were numbers too great for Drogon to intercept. But he didn't need to, for it was clear that they would never be seen again. Daenerys would let those who fled spread the tales of what happens when they challenged a fleet of Ironborn, Targaryen, and a dragon at sea.

Daenerys had Drogon bank around the surviving fleet. Many ships were damaged but twice as many were captured. There were men cheering out for her and her dragon loudly for victory. Among the sound of cheering was a single horn coming from a ship leading a dozen others away from the battle. Drogon flew over and Daenerys could barely see that the horn blower was Theon. He was waving for her to follow him and his ships.

The light of the morning was beginning to brighten the world even though the sky was filled with clouds and smoke. They were led to a small islet just a few miles from the lands of the Vale. Theon had anchored his ship and Daenerys had Drogon land in a patch of tall grass. When she dismounted, she could see that Theon and many of his men had rowed to meet her. His armor and clothes were stained with the crimson of blood.

Daenerys rushed to meet Theon before noticing that his sister was missing. She looked at him with worry. "Yara?"

Theon only shook his head. "I avenged her. I stabbed Euron to death with his own jawbone." His words were filled with both sorrow and rage. He turned his head, gesturing to some of his men carrying bodies to the shore. "He will never meet the drowned god and neither with his men. They'll become food for worms and maggots.

Daenerys had no quarrel with that. Men such as that did not deserve respect in death.

Theon turned back to her. "I want to send Yara off right. The way she deserves to leave. Will you honor her by being there?"

Daenerys smiled warmly at him, hoping that he might be comforted. "I will."

The light flurry of snow from the North had caught up and was gently falling all around. The white was mixed with the gray ash of burning ships still in embers at sea. It had been a sorrowful night filled with much death that it was good to have it end with a bit of peace.

Daenerys stood next to Theon and several of their loyal captains as they finished preparing Yara's body to be carried away by a boat to the sea and the Drowned God.

Theon placed Yara's sword in his sister's hands carefully and stood as tall as he could. He looked out to the clear part of the sea that was aside from the battle. His jaw was trembling slightly, but there were no tears in his eyes. "I didn't want… I didn't want what should have been yours… The seas are yours now, all of them. What is dead may never die but rises again, harder and stronger. What is dead may never die!"

Daenerys did not join the captains' repeat of the Ironborn words as it was not her place to. Theon's eyes fell upon her, offering a moment for any words from her. Daenerys spoke soft, but firm. "I am a dragon, I do not answer to gods. But if Yara Greyjoy is denied a place in the Halls of the Drowned God, he shall tremble before her might in doing so. No warrior was ever as fierce as her, or loyal. She was a true Queen to her people, and shall be remembered rightfully as one."

Theon and three of his men pushed the boat as they walked into the cold salty waters of the Narrow Sea. None of them looked affected by the temperature. When they were up to their knees in water, they gave a mighty push and Yara was set free to be carried by the waves into the ocean.

The men returned and were given thick cloaks as the cold of the snow was starting to make them shiver. They might have just done enough to make them sick, but their devotion and loyalty outweighed the consequence of that.

Daenerys stole the company of Theon from his men. She could see that he was in great pain for the loss of Yara. Whether it matched what Ramsay Bolton had done, she could not tell but it felt like it. He looked broken. He looked like the person who presented himself to her in Mereen.

"The battle for the Salt Throne is won. You've done all you needed and more."

Theon turned his head and his expression immediately hardened. "But not enough. The war isn't over. And we're not going to stop fighting until it is. I abandoned one brother once, I'm not doing that again."

Daenerys knew what Theon was referring to and nodded in silent agreement. For Robb Stark was her brother, as much as he was Theon's and she knew there was little justice they could bring to those who had murdered him. His willingness to go back instead of end it now was inspiring. She saw something light up in the other man's eyes as he walked away from her,

Theon approached his captains and other men. "I want every ship clean of damage to set sail for King Landing! We are going to kill EVERY FUCKING ONE of Cersei Lannister's men!" His gaze found the Ironborn unloading the body of his uncle. "Wait!" He called out to them. "I have a new plan for my uncle. Find some rope." He turned back to Daenerys. "We'll escort you to the battle, your grace."

Daenerys smirked before she went back to her Drogon and mounted him. Theon and his men were already rowing back to their ships. It was time to join the fight against the Mad Queen.


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