Meereen, 300 AC

Daenerys

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The Great Pyramid was visible even in this distance, standing tall above all other structures of the city. It was a wonderful sight, and Dany knew that it was the last moment Meereen would see peace, for a long while. This was it. While there was much more work to be done other than this, taking Meereen would at the very least bring this chapter of her story at a close. Xhalor's Bay would come under her control, the United Cities would get its fourth star, and slavery would perish in this region for good. Her new empire, her new Valyria, would be much better and prosperous than the last, and even the Seven Kingdoms.

"We await your command, Your Grace." came the voice of Oberyn Martell. He was dressed in Dornish battle gear, his spear in hand and blades on his waist, no doubt poisoned. Dany was pulled away from her thoughts, and required a moment to get composed.

"Just a moment, Prince Oberyn." she said, while preparing herself. "Give me one final report."

"The cannons are ready, Your Grace, as clean as a virgin's honeypot." Oberyn said with a smirk. "My Dornish spears and your Unsullied stand in wait, while the sellswords and Qartheen riflemen are positioned at the right spots."

There were sixty ships in total, with twenty Dornish cannon ships and the remaining fleet she had gathered from Astapor and Yunkai. Her primary forces filled those ships, while a reserve force waited outside the city walls, hidden but ready to strike when the battle began.

"I am ready. Let us begin." Dany said, and the ship captain raised the banners. There were two- on the very top the banner of the United Cities, with the red Targaryen dragon and four stars, which she had commissioned before the battle. Below it, was the Martell sigil of the sun and spear.

Other ships got the signal and raised their respective banners as well, and the captains increased the speed. Meereen came further into view, and so did their ships in their port. There were ten waiting for them in a blockade, and Dany gave the order to move forward. The ship she was on, named Elia by Oberyn himself, sailed towards two ships in the front. Elia had four cannons, two at the side, one up front and one behind, giving it a much larger range than the other ships. The front cannon fired a shot into the Meereenese ship and it hit, causing it to splinter somewhat. Elia then sailed between the two ships and the side cannons were fired at the same time, dealing devastating damage.

"If only Stannis Baratheon had a cannon." Oberyn laughed. The other ships did the same, coursing through the blockade while the trebuchet shots of the Meereenese ships failed to hit them. The Dornish ships were the first to make it through, and aligned themselves in position at the perfect distance near the port. The other ships of the city were engaged by Dany's remaining ships, which lacked cannons but were manned by archers and trebuchet crews. The Dornish fleet had one side faced towards the walls, and the other towards the bay. One side rained cannonballs towards the walls, carving large holes into them and shattering the defence the masters had mustered. The other cannons would strike at the enemy ships at the right opportunity, assisting their fleet.

When the opportunity was right, her ships joined the Dornish fleet and the Unsullied and Dornish troops gathered on rowboats and disembarked.

"I will lead them inside the city, Your Grace." Oberyn Martell said, getting his spear ready. His daughter Obara would stay with Dany, "May I get the favour of the Mother of Dragons?" he asked. Dany smiled and gave him her handkerchief. "May the gods favour you." she told him, and he left on a boat to join the fray.

Meanwhile, Dany observed, and went below the ship's deck, where her children were waiting. Drogon, the largest was the size of a proper stallion now, with Viserion and Rhaegal catching up. They would see battle again, and Dany hoped that Arthur would make it to the city in time, as this city was sure to put up a fight.

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Oberyn

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The rowboats reached the port, and from there it was a straight way into the city, the walls crumbled under the force of the cannons. Three of his cannon ships had been hit by the trebuchets, and sunk, taking their cannons with them to the bottom of the bay along with some of his men, though many were able to swim to safety. What a waste, Oberyn thought. Still, the prospect of battle had him excited. Ever since his brother had called him back to Dorne, and the dwarf Lannister taken his revenge, Oberyn's bloodlust and temper had slowly built up, waiting for a release. This was the perfect opportunity to release it. Far away from home, being part of history and fighting using weapons unimaginable, this was the only thing that could sate him now. The plan was to hit the masters with all their force and cripple them for good. They resided in the Great Pyramid, and that was their destination.

The Unsullied soon joined his men, and the forces used their shields to dodge the arrows coming their way and engaged in battle with the Meereenese soldiers. They were not as feared as the Unsullied, but put up quite a struggle to stop them. The eunuch army was formidable with spears, maintaining a proper shield wall and pushing forward. With the wall crossed, Oberyn and an Unsullied leader, whose name he forgot, led the troops into the streets.

Oberyn carried his spear, some poisoned daggers and knives, and also a gift from Dutch Vanderlind. In return for his cooperation for creating a cannon ship fleet, he was given a "pistol", one of the dragons which the Americans possessed the knowledge of, and taught him its use. It had eight bullets, as he had been told, and Oberyn planned to use them cautiously.

In the streets, the common folk and domestic slaves ran around frantically, and the Queen's forces had to stay their blades. Daenerys had commanded them to spare the innocent, a sentiment Oberyn shared. But hiding behind the cover of the innocent, the guards and slave warriors launched their attack, taking a few Dornishmen down. Oberyn quickly took cover behind the Unsullied shield wall and picked out the attackers as they appeared. Following the street, they reached a nearby pyramid that had archers and more soldiers waiting for them.

Unable to proceed further, they were forced to wait for the Queen. And soon enough, Oberyn spotted the Queen's dragons in the sky. He gave the order.

They were given strange pieces of equipment, and among them was a ball filled with the black powder which the guns used. An Unsullied lit it on fire and threw it towards the Meereenese guards near the pyramid. It exploded, though not in a very large explosion, but knocked a few guards out of the way. It also released a large cloud of red smoke, and the Unsullied and Dornish forces retreated a few steps away. Soon, the queen descended on the scene on dragonback, and burned the soldiers guarding the pyramid, as well as the archers on its balconies. Oberyn thought it to be a stroke of genius, a way to signal to the queen whenever they required assistance. In the heat of war, Oberyn found time to wonder about the situation he had found himself in. His very distant forebear Nymeria had fled the wrath of the dragons, and his Dornish ancestors had resisted the dragons for almost two centuries, only joining the Seven Kingdoms through marriage, when the Targaryens had lost their dragons. Now, he was fighting alongside them, in a much different set of circumstances. Who would have thought?

The dragons continued their rampage of Meereen, and Oberyn felt like a figure in the Age of Heroes, fighting in a noble war to free slaves and establish empires. Surely he had secured his name in the annals.

One by one, pyramids fell. The slaves they freed also joined forces with them. It was just like he had imagined the liberation of Qarth, when slaves turned on their masters, after being given a push by their American friends. They finally reached the Great Pyramid, and were unable to go further since the masters had consolidated all their forces there.

Oberyn heard another explosion, though this one came from the other side. It was their sellswords and riflemen, who arrived through a hole they had created in the walls, and took position besides them.

"Took you long enough." he said to Daario Naharis, who was leading the sellswords.

"There were some…complications." the man replied. "I think I saw my old master's house on the way."

The riflemen took their positions and rained bullets upon bullets on the pyramid's guards. Oberyn signalled for another one of those explosives, and guided it towards the soldiers. But this time, the soldiers on the pyramids took out some contraption. Oberyn knew what it was. A scorpion, one that his ancestors had used against dragons.

"No! Wait!" commanded Oberyn to the Unsullied soldier, but it was too late. The red smoke was already engulfing the surroundings, and the Queen came, all three dragons in tow. The men on the scorpion loosed a large arrow, and it narrowly missed the Queen. She retreated, her dragon not letting out a single flame, but the other scorpion found its mark. It hit the green dragon, Rhaegal in the wing and put a hole in it. The dragon, as large as a Dornish steed, let out a shriek and went berserk with pain. Fire rushed out of him in spontaneous motions. He spiralled a bit, with his flames forming the same pattern, and burnt everything in his path, soldiers and commoners and slaves alike. Another scorpion narrowly missed the cream dragon, Viserion, though grazed a small wound in its tail.

Their forces, slightly demoralised at the sight of the dragon, still in rampage, retreated. Oberyn decided to take action. Without the dragons, they could never take control of the pyramid.

"Gather a few men, we need to get rid of those scorpions." he told Daario Naharis.

"And how do you plan to do that?" the sellsword asked.

"Create a distraction, and we will slip in."

The riflemen took shots at the pyramid's defences, and the Unsullied launched a few more explosives that created an even larger red cloud. In the heat of the chaos and taking advantage of the distraction, Oberyn and Daario, along with two sellswords and four riflemen managed to slip through the cracks, and got past the blockade.

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Daenerys

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Rhaegal continued to shriek in pain as he kept burning through people indiscriminately. Viserion had avoided such a fate, and Dany had to retreat to tend to her children.

"Dohaeras, Rhaegal." she commanded her child, but to no avail. Viserion went near, and grabbed Rhaegal in an effort to get him to stop, and they both came crashing down. Bolts and arrows from the contraptions on the pyramid, which she believed were called scorpions, kept raining in her direction. She had to do something, quickly.

Meereen was on fire, and her forces having a tough time. The masters were deploying burning oil from the pipes of the pyramids out into the streets, creating a barrier that could not be crossed.

"Soves, Drogon." she commanded, and Drogon went up higher. Then, Dany saw what she had been waiting for.

In the distance, there was a large army on its way to the walls of Meereen.

"Arthur!" she exclaimed. He had arrived on time, and would lay waste to any resistance soon. Dany decided to take a risk, and brave the scorpions.

Drogon descended towards the pyramid, while Rhaegal and Viserion were at a distance, injured but safe and burning any who dared approach. Dany made her way towards a scorpion that was loading an bolt. Even the scorpion that killed Meraxes, the mount of Rhaenys, was a lucky shot. With speed, Drogon closely approached the scorpion crew and then.

"Dracarys." Drogon let out a jet of fire which made quick work of the crew and quickly departed, before another bolt could hit him. On the way down, she burnt some more soldiers before launching back towards the sky, targeting another scorpion. She found one, and gave the command before she noticed Prince Oberyn and Daario Naharis there.

"Keligon! Drogon!" she commanded and Drogon halted, and grabbed the pyramid as he halted.

"Your Grace, we have taken care of a few scorpions." Oberyn Martell said.

"You never cease to amaze…"

"Your Grace, watch out!" Daario Naharis yelled. Before Dany could think, Drogon tried to move, but an arrow hit her on the back, and another on the thigh, and another on the arm. Oberyn and Daario rushed to her, held her arms to prevent her from falling, and pulled her towards them. Dany's vision started to fade, as Drogon unleashed fire. Where, she could not see.

"Your Grace!" Oberyn yelled. "Your Grace!" as she faded into sleep.

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Arthur

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"This is it boys. Let's ride!" Arthur said, and the fifty thousand strong army made one last push towards Meereen. Scouting from his binoculars, Arthur could see that it was on fire, meaning the battle was on. The Braavosi, the Dothraki and the riflemen riding together, in perhaps the largest army ever seen in these parts in a long while. Along him rode John, Charles, Barristan, Rakharo, Asher, Beskha and Syrio, friends and allies he had made throughout his journeys, both in his world and the other.

As they approached the city walls, they saw a decently sized force waiting for them, though the sight of their army made some of them crap their pants, or so Arthur deduced. The Dothraki, following their Khal, ululated as they approached, and their archers on horseback loosed arrows on the enemies. The riflemen dismounted and continued on foot, in proper formation.

The cavalry crashed with the enemies, and the melee fighting began. The Dothraki with their curved swords killed many, while the riflemen in formation killed many more. Charles was with the Dothraki, cutting down enemies along with Barristan, Asher, Beskha and Syrio. John was with him, taking out targets from distance. His supply of repeater ammo was getting low, so were the pistol bullets. Within a few months he'd have to switch to the matchlocks like everybody else.

The forces were thinned out, and the remainder surrendered.

"Now then, let's announce our arrival." Arthur said.

His men placed sticks of dynamite on the large gate, while men on the ground got rid of the archers. Once place, they lit the fuse and the gate blew up. A statue of a lady, a harpy, which was placed on top of the gate fell with it, and the entrance was now clear. Arthur and his group went in first, and witnessed the carnage. There were many people of their party there, waving around dragon banners which they made sure to avoid, and their forces overwhelmed the city. Guards and remaining stragglers fell to the guns and swords, while some people were collecting material to put out fires.

In the distance, Arthur could see the green and cream colored dragons, and Daenerys' black dragon was out there too, but no sign of the girl.

"Where is the queen?" he asked one man.

"Near the Great Pyramid."

"And where might that be?"

The man pointed towards the largest of them all, and the party made their way there.

"Would this be enough?' Charles asked him. "Enough to win the war, that is?"

"I hope so. Atleast I think we can rest easy for a few months after this."

The Great Pyramid, as it was called, was overthrown by the reinforcements they brought. The fires were put out, and their Dothraki marched inside and brought it's owners outside. Another group of people, who waved a flag with a sun along with a dragon, thanked Arthur and his people, and the Pyramid itself now proudly displayed the Targaryen flag, along with four stars.

"Where's the Queen?" Arthur asked, but found no reply. He didn't like it. There was no sign of Daenerys, nor Dutch nor Mormont.

"Here, Arthur," Barristan called to him.

"Go on, we'll handle things here." John said. Arthur followed Barristan.

"Another city taken, mister Morgan." the old man said.

"Yeah, but I'm afraid we are nowhere near the end."

"We never are. Just when you think you have fought a war to end all war, another one begins. Trust me, I know." Barristan laughed.

Arthur just wanted to meet the queen and go on a long vacation, preferably with Doreah and Missandei.

The old man led them to a camp. There was Daario Naharis there, along with another guy Arthur hadn't seen before.

"Ser Barristan!" the stranger said.

"Prince Oberyn." Barristan exchanged a greeting. "Arthur, this is Prince Oberyn of House Martell of Dorne. A famed warrior, and our Queen's brother in law. Prince Oberyn, this is Arthur Morgan. Words cannot describe his exploits."

"Honored, ser." Oberyn said as he shook Arthur's hand. "I have heard a lot about you from the queen and your companion Dutch Vanderlind. Though I am afraid we have more pressing matters at hand. The queen is injured."

"What!" Arthur said. "Where is she?"

"We have put her in one of the rooms of the pyramid, under guard. I did what I could to help, but the maesters and healers are tending to her now."

"Take us to the Queen." Barristan said to the man, equally worried as Arthur. "How does she fare?"

"The healers say she will live, but her wounds are severe." Oberyn answered, and began leading them.

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Sorry for taking so long. Many things in life got in the way of the story. It started as a thought experiment back in 2022 when I was very depressed and suicidal, and I wrote this to take my mind off of self harm. Thanks to you all, and the love and reviews you gave this story, that I was able to find a reason to live on. Now I am at a much better place in life. Things are looking up, and I started college so I was busy with that last year. I'm also writing an original novel and some poems too. If you find this chapter a little undewhelming or rushed, I apologise. I came back to this after almost two years. I cannot guarantee that I will regularly update this story, or even finish, but I will surely write new chapters if I'm able to. Hopefully this chapter will conclude an arc and I can begin another.