Mess with the bull and you get the horns
Daenys and Argella fly in silence, their silence only occasionally disturbed by a grumbling Magavin and the wind that is howling in their ears. Argella is silent, but her grip is firm. But even Daenys feels her shake and feels the blood soak her back and side, coming from Argella's injured arm.
Daenys tries to ignore the throbbing in her side and tries to concentrate on flying, but even Magavin feels nervous. She feels that Daenys is in pain, and it makes the dragon nervous. She blows smoke through her nose, Daenys softly patting the dragon on the side of her neck, seeing that the wound where the spear hit her has stopped bleeding.
'There it is! I see it in the distance!' Argella shouts over the wind. 'That is where they must be keeping Queen Rhaenys!' Daenys' resolve returns, ignoring the throbbing pain in her side. Magavin hisses and lets out a high screech, much like a wail, and it is answered by a roar on their right side. A silver dragon is flying at high speed to them, a roar coming from it's mouth. This time, Magavin answers the roar.
'Meraxes!' Daenys calls out, the dragon huffing as she flies next to Magavin. 'That means Rhaenys is probably in danger.' Daenys realises, the expression of joy turning into one a grim. Argella's silence is enough. They get closer and hear a scream of rage, Meraxes roaring in answer and diving like a silver demon into the arena. Magavin circles the arena, finally managing to land on one of the towers, which is barely big or strong enough to hold her, and stones start to crumble underneath them.
Meraxes has managed to get to Rhaenys who seems worse for wear and has some bruises, but all in all seems fine. 'Rhaenys!' Daenys screams at her sister. 'Take cover!' Meraxes screeches into the soldiers' faces and swishes her tail anxiously, eventually wrapping herself around Rhaenys.
Daenys feels Magavin ready herself, sitting up straighter and it seems like she is taking a deep breath, gathering all the fire in her belly. A vengeful smile cracks on Daenys' lips. Somewhere deep inside she knows half the people here are innocent, and they will probably die innocent, but Daenys is too tired, too sore and too far gone to care. Lord Droughtden has attacked her and her family, has locked her up and tried to kill her and now is trying to kill her sister?
She has had enough. She will have her vengeance, and she will make sure the House of Droughtden pays it's dues. And if some innocent people die, she can live with that she tells herself. War has never spared the innocent ones, and Daenys wishes she will be able to change that one day, but that is not today.
The smile, turning into a bitter grimace, stays on her lips as she says the one word that seals everyone's faith in the arena. 'Dracarys.'
The word is out of her mouth before she knows it, and Magavin breathes fire around her, spreading at lightning speed, the screaming and crying eventually turning into silence.
Rhaenys has managed to crawl on Meraxes' back and has gotten the dragon to fly up, flying lazy circles around the arena, calm now that her rider is safe and secure. Magavin roars again, the sound ending in a high wail, and she as well flies up, following Meraxes.
What they leave behind is a burning structure, the clouds of black smoke that rise can be seen for miles and miles ahead.
This is the one thing that Daenys will never forgive herself for having done, and though she probably would have done it again had she had the choice, it makes her guilt not any easier. The years that follow makes the ache dull, but she never forgets.
Everyone has their crosses to bear, and with the years that will pass by, she understands that this is hers.