Hey guys! Sorry it took me too long to write this one, I had exams and went on a trip and I don't want to say I forgot about it but yeah… I forgot about it… and when I did had the time to write it I had no idea where to begin.

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Davos

The sound of the warhorns followed their every move. He had told Stannis it would be unwise as the whole of kings landing would be able to hear them miles away. He had simply looked away and said, "I want them to know".

His sons' ships Wraith and Lady Marya surrounded his ship, The Black Betha. They were the second in line just behind the Lord High Captain's ship; no more than twenty yards behind the whole of Stannis' fleet followed them.

"Bring down the sail", Davos commanded. "Lower mast. Oarsmen to your oars!" He could hear his son Matthos echoing his commands through the ship. The rest of his brothers had been appointed captains of their own ships but Davos felt he was too young for this so he asked Stannis to assign him to the Black Betha instead. Matthos had burst out in fury and hadn't spoken a word to Davos since, but now, so close to battle he seemed to have forgiven him.

The deck of the Black Betha crackled as the soldiers rushed to take their positions. Too many goddamn soldiers thought Davos as he tried to push his way around them.

The warhorns sounded again, this time mixed with the booming of the oarmaster's drums. "Slowly…" Davos warned him. The soldiers had been eager to face the enemy, confident of their victory. But now, Davos could see fear and anxiety of what was to come, most of the soldiers were too young and had not tasted the horrors of battle yet.

Davos turned to see the soldiers on the other ships and had to take a step back; he had never seen so many ships gathered in a single place before. It was truly a magnificent display. The Lord High Captain had organized the fleet into ten lines of battle, each of twenty ships. The first two lines would sweep up the river and destroy the royal fleet or as Matthos liked to call them the "boy's toys". Those ships that followed would land companies of archers and spearmen beneath the city walls and the smaller, slower ships would standby at the sides of the bay in case the Lannisters had any hidden ships on the sides.

It was a good plan, a great plan even, but not for Blackwater bay. We are fools to meet them on the Blackwater; we would have a greater chance at victory if the battle happened on the open sea. But there was no time for regrets, they were here now and he had to try as hard as he could to win this battle, for everyone's sake.

"Fast cruise!" Davos barked. The battle was near and he could feel it. The drums began to beat more quickly, the blades of the oars cutting the water and yet, something felt wrong. Davos prided himself on knowing the waterfront at King's landing even better than the back of his hand, those towers of raw new stone that stood opposite one another might not mean anything to Ser Imry but to him it was as if two extra fingers had sprouted from his knuckles.

Davos had been deep in thought when he saw something flash near the ship, it was sunlight against steel, A chain he thought so this is why they built those towers, but they haven't closed the river against us. Why? But before he could even make a guess his son's shout came from the other side of the ship.

"ENEMY SIGHTED!" yelled Matthos as he pointed towards the emerging ship. It took Davos by surprise, one ship? Where are the rest?

"Maybe they've surrendered" Said Matthos to his father as if he was reading his thoughts.

"I don't think so, they knew we were coming, they have something planned" said Matthos, his eyes half closed as he tried to figure out the little bastard's plan.

"Exactly, father. The people of kings landing have heard of their king's arrival, maybe they've rebelled against Joffrey!" said Matthos enthusiastically.

Davos looked at him. He would never admit it but Matthos was his favorite son, he was so much like his mother, so naïve and innocent. War will take that away from him. "The people don't give a shit about Kings, boy. As long as they have summer and food they would even bow to the mad King". The words had sounded harsher that he had meant to but Matthos needed to learn, after this battle he would be a boy no longer.

"Battle speed," Davos shouted. They were almost in the river now and the royal fleet was becoming increasingly visible with every second that passed. This is it.

"Is that it?" asked Matthos pointing towards the "boy's toys".

Davos looked at the enemy ships again and realized that Stannis' fleet outnumbered them greatly. But… where is Lady Lyanna? And kingslander? Lady Shame, The mother, White tree? He could keep going but saw no point in it, more than half of the royal fleet was missing. Where are they? Davos tasted a trap, yet he saw nothing to fully convince him of so.

As the second line passed through the new Twin towers Davos took a closer look. He could see a metal chain coming out of a whole no bigger that a man's head and disappearing under water. Davos looked up, he expected to see some kind of trap falling from the sky, arrows, rocks even dragons, but nothing. All he could see was the red banners. That damned fiery heart is everywhere, this shouldn't be our sigil, he thought.

"Faster!" Davos shouted, he was eager to get this battle over with.

He never saw the two ships crash but he heard them. One of the missing ships of the royal fleet, Madness had come out from the right side of the bay and crashed into the side of one of the ships in the second line. He had always thought Madness was a stupid name for a ship but now he couldn't think of a more appropriate name for it.

The war's first victims, he thought as he saw dead soldiers falling to the water. Just as fast as the first crash had happened a second ship came from the left side of the bay and crashed into the nearest ship.

So this is what they mean to do? Crash their ships into us? No. They want us close together. We need to get to shore.

A new ship emerged out of the right side of the bay heading towards the Captain's ship.

"TO WAR!" he heard the Lord High Captain shout from his ship in the first line, soldiers taking out canons and preparing arrows to shoot at the approaching ship meant to impact them. The Lord commander's ship escaped the impact by an inch but why aren't they attacking the ship? Where are the canons? The arrows? It took him a split second to realize that the deck of the ship was empty.

A loud metal sound came from behind them. Davos turned around to see as a big metal chain was raised over their heads, separating Stannis' fleet into two. He could hear shouts from the soldiers in the ships outside the iron curtain. They had fallen into the trap. This had been their plan all along.

"Father!" Matthos yelled.

Davos turned around to see as Geoffrey's White tree impacted the right side of the ship next to them. Half of the soldiers were now drowning in the water, the ship wasn't completely destroyed, in fact it could probably still sail but the soldier's armor was to heavy for them to climb back to the ship.

"Throw them some barrels" Davos yelled, that should help most of them stay afloat. A flash of green caught his eye; a green liquid was emerging from underneath the stern of White tree. His mind travelled back to when he was nothing more than a child; his uncle, a maester, had told him a story about a dangerous liquid made and controlled by the alchemists guild.

"Alchemists use magic and spells to make it," his uncle had told him. "Most maesters deny this but once you've seen the substance burn you'll know, a thing like that can only be created by evil, dark powers".

Wildfire.

It took him an instant to realize it but it was already too late, Davos looked up to see the burning arrows and then down at his son.

"MATTHOS!"

His son's body was thrown out of the ship as soon as the arrow had impacted White tree. A cloud of green fire almost as big as the iron chain emerged from the bottom of the royal ships burning everything it could find. Davos had also been thrown to the water, he couldn't see where his son had landed or if he had survived, he couldn't see anything that wasn't burning. He got rid of his armor as quickly as he could before it sunk him. Most of the ships were burning and the rest soon would be. He could hear soldiers from behind the chain yelling at them, he couldn't make out what they were saying. The chain was burning as well, it wouldn't be long until it melted and the rest of the ships could join them at the bay. The little boy has played his trick; he can only play it once. Wildfire was as scarce as it was evil.

"MATTHOS!" he yelled, it was useless. He could only pray to the Gods that he and his brothers had made it to the bay safely. He looked around him. Ships burning, men burning, even the water was burning. The Gods, he mocked, The Gods stopped hearing our prayers a long time ago.

The mouth of the Blackwater Rush had turned into the mouth of hell.

Patrick - Thank you for your review! i'm definitely planning on writing a POV for Jon Snow and trust me Joffrey will get what he deserves :) Thanks for reading! i'll try to update as soon as i can!