There were no clouds in the sky.

There was faint chirping of the birds.

The Sun had just risen up

It seemed like a beautiful day.

A pity that so many people will die today. I thought as I looked around to see men getting in position to face the army on the opposite side of the field.

Ser Duncan and I had joined the main host around four days ago and we had reached Wendwater Bridge yesterday.

There was a parley between the King and Blackfyres but I was too low on ladder to present during that.

The Blackfyre had around thirteen thousand men. While the Crown had fourteen thousand men not counting Lyonel Baratheon's host which was just a few hours away on the other side of narrow and shallow river.

The plan was fairly simple Ser Duncan would lead the right, consisting a thousand horse which would also act as a vanguard leaving a gap.

King Aegon and his sons would command the center with five hundred heavy horse and rest of the infantry. With a way to outflank the center and potentially kill the King and two of his sons was too good a chance for Blackfyres.

Once they invest into the gap, the Baratheon forces would cross the river and attack them from rear and their flank with King Aegon's forces on their front.

A textbook example of Hammer and Anvil.

Tion was in command of left with three thousand cavalry. Our purpose was to hold our flank and try to outflank Blackfyres if we could. And kill as many men as we could when they began escaping.

Well, hope nothing goes wrong.

God, I jinxed myself. Didn't I?

Everything was going according to plan. While Blackfyres still didn't commit to the gap left by Ser Duncan, they seemed desperate enough to do it.

You know those amazing fight scenes with whole army marching to meet the enemy.

Yeah those didn't happen in real life. Most of the fighting takes place in vanguard with other parts of army moving around or waiting for a weakness to appear in enemy army.

But like I said everything was going good. Too good.

So of course something bad had to happen.

"God's what are they doing?" came the horrified voice of Lord Roland Lydden, the young Lord of Deep den beside me.

As I looked towards where he was pointing, I too felt horror creep up my face.

'They' were perhaps around half a thousand Reyne and Lannister man leaving our force to engage the enemy right flank led my brother Tion.

' He can't be this stupid.' I thought desperately. But of course my brother was indeed this stupid and with Reynes egging this was something he would do.

This left me in a bad situation with two choices.

The first was I don't do anything and men stay put leading to death of Tion and everyone with him. Which was fine by me. I know he would have done same thing for me.

The problem with this choice was in order to fill the space left by Tion, I would have to stretch my forces thin.

So if enemy decide to apply pressure on our flank. We would be in simple terms fucked.

"What about Baratheons?" I asked Lord Roland.

"Last word we received was that they were still on the other side of river."

Meaning Daemon had still not fallen in the trap.

The second option was that I tell men to fight and hope the enemy doesn't overwhelm us and keep their attention on the gap.

"Tell the men to engage." I told Lord Lydden.

"Are you sure?" he asked me. But we both knew the answer.

I just nodded and he left to give orders.

" I believe I should say everything will turn out alright?" Aubrey says from his place beside me.

"Shut up, kid." I told him as I processed the fact I just sent hundreds of men to their death.

Bloody Tion. Couldn't even die without giving me trouble.

We were lucky.

Just as we engaged the enemy, Baratheons crossed the river.

From the distance I saw black dragon banner of House Blackfyre fall to the ground most likely signifying Daemon's death.

And I was right.

The men started surrendering and throwing down their weapons.

Many tried to escape, a few managed but most were killed.

One particular group trying to escape caught my eye. At first I thought about letting them escape. But it was a good opportunity.

So I took the Lance from a nearby man. Put on my helmet.

"TO ME." I shouted at men beside me. And pointed my lance at my target.

"FOR CASTERLY ROCK!" I shouted before charging. I didn't need to look back to know that fifty something men were following my lead.

If I was a perfect lancer I could easily hit my opponents neck killing him in an instant. But I was not. And if I missed this particular man would likely kill me.

So I opted for a much easier target. The horse.

He only had a moment's notice before I drove my Lance through his horse. He tried to leap off but couldn't do so in time.

But someone crashed into my horse causing me to fall down from him.

I was unharmed and immediately rolled back and took out my sword in search of my target.

Luckily I found him a few feet away just getting up. His right leg was mess, crushed. He had also lost his helmet.

I tried end with a clean swipe but he noticed and blocked the strike at last moment.

" Lannister." Aegor Rivers better known as Bittersteel snarled at me while glaring hole through me with deep purple eyes.

With that our fight. We parried strikes at each other, dodged and I used everything I had learned about fighting to keep up with Aegon IV son.

It was evident that despite being nearly fifty, the Bracken bastard was still a deadly warrior. In ideal conditions he could easily kill me.

But these were not ideal conditions. He was tired from fighting all day while I was fresh.

So I stepped up on his crushed right foot and thrust my sword towards his neck.

He howled in pain but again managed to dodge but I was still able to pierce his right armpit causing him to drop his sword.

I used the edge of my shield to hit his face dropping him to the ground. He tried to crawl away from me.

I don't know what happened next but I froze. The blood was everywhere, my head started spinning. But I was able to get hold of myself.

I prepared to the final blow for Bittersteel but I had apparently taken too much time as the sellswords nearby saw their leader crawling away from my killing blow and immediately abandoned their fight and fell upon.

I tried to fight them off but there were too many.

And then all I saw was darkness.

Yes the battle is partially based on Green Fork. Don't hurt me much.:)