The Riverlands ― Above the Gods Eye…
As Daemon soared through the air on the back of his dragon Caraxes, the wind whipped through his hair, and the roar of his dragon's wings filled his ears. His keen gaze swept across the vast expanse of the sky, searching intently for any trace of Vaelor and Vhagar. From his vantage point below, Daemon had already witnessed the chaotic clash of their aerial skirmish above the shimmering waters of the Gods Eye, where the sun glinted off the surface like a thousand scattered diamonds. The sight was mesmerizing and intense as the dragons twisted and turned in a deadly dance, their roars echoing across the landscape. Determined to gain a clearer perspective on the unfolding battle, Daemon urged Caraxes higher into the skies. Daemon's efforts bore fruit within mere moments as he finally spotted Aeonar and Aemond, riding their dragons Vaelor and Vhagar, engaged in their fierce battle.
There you are.
Vaelor and Vhagar entwined their talons in a fierce embrace, spiraling through the sky. With a roar that shook the very air around them, they unleashed torrents of fire, brilliant streams of molten orange and crimson that twisted and curled like serpents in the wind. The flames clashed mid-air, creating a dazzling spectacle of light and heat, illuminating the sky with a fierce the moment of fiery communion was fleeting. They cast one another aside with a sudden, forceful motion of their legs, their bodies hurling through the clouds before they recovered. For a moment, they hung suspended in the sky, each dragon regaining their composure, their eyes locked in a battle of , Vaelor launched himself into the fray again, his wings slicing through the air as he prepared for another opened his maw wide, preparing to unleash another devastating blast of fire, his eyes locked onto his opponent. Vhagar, however, was not one to be easily a vicious growl, she countered Vaelor's advance, her powerful wings propelling her forward. She met his charge with equal ferocity, her fiery breath igniting the air around them in a dazzling display of power. The flames collided in a spectacular explosion, sending sparks cascading like shooting stars, illuminating the twilight sky. The heat was palpable, and the sound of their roars echoed across the mountains, a primal symphony of strength and air was thick with the scent of smoke as the two dragons continued their aerial battle, each determined to outmaneuver the other.
Vaelor twisted and turned, his agile form darting through the air as he sought an opening in Vhagar's defenses. Meanwhile, Vhagar, with her years of combat experience, anticipated his every move, countering with precision and ferocity. As they spiraled through the sky, the world below seemed to fade away, leaving only the two titans locked in their fierce struggle. Each clash of fire and talon was a testament to their strength, their rivalry echoing through the ages as they fought for dominance. Their battle had primarily taken a toll on both combatants; Vaelor's wing membranes were punctured in multiple places like tattered fabric caught in a storm and slightly tearing along the edges that now seemed to struggle to hold his weight, his upper left horn was bitten off and was now a jagged stump that throbbed with pain, and deep bite wounds; his neck that bore the marks of deep, painful gashes, the angry red lines crisscrossing his scales like a map; his chest and underbelly, too, were not spared as they were riddled with deep gashes from Vhagar's claws that oozed crimson, each cut a testament to the feral intensity of the fight. In stark contrast, however, Vhagar was not without her own suffering and bore her share of injuries. Her neck had been mutilated and sliced away in several places by Vaelor's serrated teeth, leaving gaping wounds that exposed raw flesh, muscle, and tissue beneath. The throbbing pain was evident in her fierce, fiery eyes, which flickered with rage and damage was not limited to her neck, however; her ribcage and underbelly were riddled with multiple bite wounds and numerous deep lacerations from Vaelor's claws and jaws, each one a testament to the ferocity of their mid-air battle. Blood was flowing freely from her injuries, pooling her body and spraying across the clouds in a grim reminder of the battle's brutality, her strength waning but her spirit unbroken.
As the battle raged on, both dragons were visibly exhausted, their powerful bodies heaving with each labored breath. The once-powerful roars that filled the air were now reduced to ragged growls, each laced with pain and defiance. Vaelor's eyes, though clouded with pain, glinted with determination as he spread his remaining wings wide, ready to launch himself into the fray once more, his chest heaving as he drew in ragged breaths, each a reminder of his will to continue fighting. Vhagar, equally tired with her breath coming in ragged gasps, stood her ground defiantly, her fierce gaze locked onto her opponent. Yet, despite the toll the battle took on them, neither Vaelor nor Vhagar showed any signs of backing down, fueled by a primal instinct to survive and dominate until one of them died.
Aeonar let out a pained grunt as he felt the force of the impact rocking him in his saddle. The leather straps and steel clamps that secured him to the dragon were beginning to show signs of strain, with small cracks forming and threatening to give way under the intense pressure. The realization that a fall from their current altitude to the waters of the Gods Eye far below would result in certain death did not deter Aeonar from his determined pursuit. His youngest son's death fueled his relentless thirst for vengeance against his younger half-brother, driving him to pursue his target without relenting."Angōs, Valor! (Attack, Vaelor!)" he commanded. Aeonar knew that Vaelor couldn't remain airborne for much longer; he had to end this fight now.
Before Vaelor could launch another attack, a stream of dragonflame erupted, creating a barrier between him and Vhagar. The Swiftrunner and the Queen of All Dragons were forced to break off their attacks, sensing that another dragon had joined the fray. Aemond and Aeonar covered their faces to shield themselves from the searing heat.
"Who…?" Aemond quickly searched the skies, turning his head before checking his blindspot to see Caraxes flying into view.Uncle?
"Ngh!" A grunt escaped Aeonar's lips as he glanced to his left, spotting Daemon and Caraxes soaring in their direction. "Grrr! Daemon!" he shouted. Had his uncle come to obstruct his plans again, or had he arrived to steal Aeonar's chance for revenge for his selfish ends?
"You really shouldn't have gone off alone, nephew!" Daemon criticized.
"JUST STAY OUT OF MY WAY!" Aeonar roared, his fury fraught with wroth."Angōs, Valor! (Attack, Vaelor!)"
"RAAAAAAAAAAAH!"* Vaelor roared, lunging himself at Vhagar once again to continue the fight.
Seeing the two dragons fight, Daemon shook his head.Ugh, he's going to get himself killed.The Rogue Prince paused momentarily to check himself, having deliberately decided beforehand not to secure the chains that generally fastened the rider to the saddle. He was vulnerable but could shift his position more quickly. With one hand firmly clutching the sheath of his Valyrian steel longsword, Dark Sister, Daemon tightly gripped the reins with the other. The decisive moment had arrived, and he knew he had to act now or never. "Angōs, Karakses! (Attack, Caraxes!)" he commanded.
"REEEEEEEEEH!"* Caraxes screeched, beating his wings to rush into battle.
Aemond became acutely aware of the impending chaos as Vaelor and Caraxes launched a coordinated assault from multiple angles. He was positioned directly in front of Aemond, Vaelor ready to strike. He surged forward with fierce determination, his wings beating against the air as he closed the distance. Meanwhile, Caraxes, the Blood Wyrm, darted through the sky with a predatory grace that belied his serpentine-like frame before maneuvering to strike at Vhagar's vulnerable sides. With Vaelor in front and Caraxes attacking Vhagar's flanks, he was stuck grappling with the realization that he was outnumbered. As Aemond sat astride Vhagar, he could feel the tension in her massive frame, the way her muscles coiled beneath him, ready to spring into action. Yet, despite their formidable presence, a gnawing sense of dread settled in his gut. The memory of his previous encounter at the Battle of Rook's Rest flooded back to him, a haunting reminder of the overwhelming odds he faced. Back then, he had fought bravely alongside Vhagar against the combined might of Vermithor, Silverwing, and Meleys, but the outcome had been far from favorable. That battle had been a brutal lesson in the harsh realities of dragon warfare, and now, history seemed to be repeating itself as they were forced to contend with the relentless onslaught of Vaelor and Caraxes alone, with Vaelor and Caraxes poised to strike. Vhagar, despite her size and strength, was outnumbered, and Aemond felt the weight of that truth pressing down on him. Though both Vhagar and Vaelor bore the marks of battle—scorched scales and ragged wings that told tales of fierce confrontations—it was Caraxes who now truly unnerved Aemond; the Blood Wyrm was a veteran of many battles himself. The Blood Wyrm slammed into the Queen of All Dragons with terrible force and coiled with her while the Swiftrunner dug his claws deep into Vhagar's midsection, tearing at her flesh with brutal intent. Their roars echoed across the Gods Eye as the three dragons grappled and tore at one another, dark against a dark twilight fought back valiantly, her wings beating against the encroaching darkness, but the odds were stacked against her.
The trio of dragons engaged in a fierce struggle, their silhouettes stark against the deepening twilight sky. Each movement was a dance of death and survival. The air crackled with tension, the scent of smoke and blood mingling as they fought for dominance, their primal instincts driving them to unleash their full might. Vhagar let out a thunderous roar as Vaelor's razor-sharp serrated teeth sank into her scaled neck. With a violent twist of her massive head, she swung from side to side, her muscles rippling beneath her tough hide. In that fierce motion, she managed to dislodge Vaelor, but not without consequence; the Swiftrunner tore away several more pieces of flesh, leaving a trail of crimson in his wake. Fueled by a primal rage at the audacity of this challenge to her supremacy, Vhagar's eyes blazed with fury. She unleashed a fierce torrent of fire, a searing wave of heat and light that surged forth from her maw, illuminating the sky with a hellish glow. The flames danced and crackled, eager to consume anything in their path. In a breathtaking display of defiance, Vaelor opened his jaws wide, summoning his flames to meet hers. The two fiery streams collided in a spectacular explosion of color, a dazzling clash of orange, red, and black with crimson swirls that exploded in a brilliant blaze of light. They utilized their tails like whips, striking with the force of a battering ram, while their talons slashed through the air, seeking purchase on scales and flesh alike. Fangs bared, they snapped at one another, each bite a testament to their ferocity and determination. The air was thick with the acrid scent of smoke and singed earth, mingling with their earth-shaking roars and shrieks, which echoed for miles. Their flames were so bright that nearby smallfolk were thrown into a state of panic, their eyes wide with terror as they witnessed the cataclysmic battle unfolding above them. They rushed from their homes, pointing skyward, their hearts pounding. It seemed like the sky was ablaze to them, a fiery omen that foretold doom. Children clung to their mothers while men grabbed their farm tools as weapons, unsure of what they could do against such titanic forces of nature.
"Ngh! Gah!" Daemon grunted as he maintained his grip while Caraxes coiled his elongated body around Vhagar like a snake around the branch of a tree. The dragon's talons dug into her midsection, and he secured his jaws firmly at the junction of the larger dragon's neck and spine.
Vhagar, with her immense size and power, thrashed beneath Caraxes, her wings beating furiously against the every twist and turn, Caraxes tightened his grip, his muscles rippling beneath his crimson Caraxes continued to constrict around Vhagar, Daemon felt the surge of adrenaline coursing through him. He could sense the desperation in Vhagar's movements, the way she struggled against the grip of his dragon. With fierce determination, he urged Caraxes to tighten his hold and assert their dominance in this deadly dance.
Aeonar emitted a deep, menacing growl, his anger palpable as he refused to let his uncle deprive him of his long-awaited revenge once more. As he felt Vaelor's strength waning from the wounds and blood loss, Aeonar noticed the leather straps and chains securing him to the saddle were on the brink of giving way; he embarked on one last daring move: to kill Aemond and bring about the downfall of Vhagar by any means necessary. "Asēntas! (Kill them!)" he commanded.
With every ounce of stamina, Vaelor launched himself and cut through the boundless expanse of the open skies with an explosive burst of speed, tearing through the ethereal veils of mist and vapor. "*RRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOHH!*" he roared defiantly.
As Aemond's attention was captivated by the fierce battle between Daemon and Caraxes, Vaelor made a sudden and ferocious lunge at Vhagar, his jaws gaping wide open. Aemond's heart raced as he desperately tried to maneuver his dragon out of harm's way, but it was too late despite his efforts. The loud impact of Vaelor colliding with Vhagar sent a jolt of sheer force through Aemond, engulfing him like a powerful tidal wave. "Gah!" he grunted.
"You killed my son, Aemond! NOW YOU'LL PAY YOUR DEBT WITH FIRE AND BLOOD! THIS IS WHERE YOU DIE! Asēntas, Valor! (Kill them, Vaelor!)" Aeonar steered his dragon to press the attack.
Vaelor clamped his jaws around Vhagar's throat, his serrated teeth piercing the exposed tender flesh with alarming efficiency. The sharpness of his fangs tore through scales and sinew, drawing forth a cascade of crimson that glistened in the moonlight. Vhagar emitted a thunderous roar that reverberated through the air like the crack of thunder as she fought against the grip of the two dragons restraining her. Her massive wings beat furiously, sending gusts of wind that whipped through the sky, but it was not enough to break free from the ironclad hold of her adversaries. The Swiftrunneremitted a low, menacing growl and, a sudden burst of aggression, he violently shook his head from side to side, his teeth digging deeper into Vhagar's throat, drawing forth a stream of crimson that glistened like rubies against the azure backdrop of the sky. The ferocity of the attack was palpable, a brutal reminder of the stakes at play. Vaelor abruptly yanked his head swiftly to the side, dragging Vhagar into a steep, downward plunge that sent them toward the earth below, tucking his wings close to his body to increase the acceleration.
Aemond, perched atop Vhagar, clenched his teeth in frustration, his heart racing as he felt the dragon beneath him falter. "MADMAN! YOU'RE A MADMAN!" The world around them blurred as they descended, the ground rushing to meet them. Vaelor still wrapped his jaws around Vhagar's throat and wouldn't let go. It would be a game of chicken to see which one would break first. The stakes were high as the three dragons risked plummeting into the shimmering, crystal-blue waters of the Gods Eye below. The lake's surface sparkled like a thousand shattered diamonds; a beautiful yet treacherous fate awaited them should they lose this fierce contest of strength and resolve. Aemond strained against his saddle. They were falling from the sky incredibly fast.You're going to kill us all!"Vilībari arlī, Vagar! (Fight back, Vhagar!)" he shouted.
"*RRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHH!*" Vhagar let out a thunderous roar, her voice coming out in a gurgling, distorted manner as Vaelor's teeth sank further into her throat. She executed a loop in a breathtaking display of aerial agility, twisting and turning in a desperate maneuver during the steep dive, striving to dislodge both Vaelor and Caraxes.
Vaelor, undeterred, clung fiercely to her throat, his claws digging in deeper, with one claw on her hip and the other at the base of her tail. At the same time, Caraxes, with his fierce determination, sought to maintain his grip on the back of Vhagar's neck while digging into her flanks for Vhagar performed her loop, the world spun around her, a dizzying blur of colors and shapes. She felt the strain in her muscles, the burning sensation of exertion coursing through her as she fought against the weight of her clouds parted around her, revealing the vast expanse of the realm below, the Gods Eye coming into view. But the fight was far from over. Vhagar's instincts kicked in, and she began to roll and twist, trying to shake off the relentless grip of her foes. She could feel the heat of Caraxes's flames licking at her scales, a reminder of the danger behind her. With a fierce determination, she banked sharply to the left, her massive wings slicing through the air as she sought to gain the upper hand.
Caraxes flapped his wings, striving to maintain balance in the tumultuous air. The sky around him was a chaotic swirl of wind and fury, each gust threatening to throw him off course. Yet, being close to Vhagar's massive head proved difficult, as the Queen of All Dragons writhed violently, her immense form a dark shadow against the sun. Her jaws snapped ferociously, revealing rows of jagged teeth that glinted menacingly, while her legs thrashed about with a primal ferocity that sent shockwaves through the air. In a swift and forceful motion, Vhagar pivoted, her massive body moving with a speed that belied her size. Caraxes barely had time to react as she seized his right wing in her jaws, her teeth sinking deep into the flesh with a sickening crunch. The pain was immediate and excruciating, a searing agony that coursed through Caraxes's body. With a fierce swipe of her right leg, she raked her sharp claws across the Blood Wyrm's belly. Her sharp talons tore through scales and flesh alike, ripping open the vulnerable underbelly of the crimson dragon. The world seemed to slow as Caraxes felt the brutal impact, the sensation of his underbelly splitting open, and the warmth of his own blood spilling forth. It was as if time had frozen, and he could see the glistening strands of his innards caught in the moonlight, suspended in the air in a grotesque display of crimson that painted the clouds in a horrific shade of red. The wind carried the metallic scent of blood, mingling with the acrid smell of smoke and ash that hung in the atmosphere, remnants of the battle that raged around them. With an overwhelming display of strength, Vhagar ripped Caraxes's wing off his shoulder, the sound of tearing flesh and cracking bone mingling with the cries of the wounded and the roar of the wind. The severed wing fell away, a grotesque reminder of the brutal reality of their struggle.
"*REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!*" Caraxes shrieked in agony, a sound that reverberated through the skies, echoing the pain. Now unbalanced and vulnerable, he struggled to regain his footing, his remaining wing desperately flapping as he fought against the pain and the chaos that surrounded him. However, he clung fiercely to the nape of Vhagar's neck, his claws digging into Vhagar as he sought to maintain his grip. He sank his teeth in deeper, feeling the warm blood of the larger dragon seep into his mouth, a bitter reminder of the stakes at play. His eyes were squeezed shut against the chaos, the tumult of the battle blurring into a whirlwind of sound and sensation, but his resolve remained that moment, he was not just a dragon; he was a force of nature, a creature of fire and fury, determined to fight until his last breath.
Daemon let out a series of grunts and groans, acutely aware of the growing instability of his dragon beneath him. As they plummeted toward the ground, his long Valyrian silver hair whipped wildly across his face, a chaotic banner of his turmoil. The wind howled around them, a cacophony mirrored the battle's chaos raging above the skies of Westeros. With a firm grip on the reins of his saddle, the Rogue Prince cast a glance upward. Despite having been mortally wounded, Caraxes was determined to continue the fight, refusing to succumb easily to the pain that coursed through his body. Daemon's keen eyes caught sight of Vhagar's claw poised to strike again, a dark shadow against the sunlit sky, glinting with deadly intent. But Vaelor's left leg intercepted the attack and caught hers with a strong swipe. However, this defensive maneuver came at a cost; it left Vaelor's side vulnerable, an opening that the Queen of All Dragons quickly exploited. With a ferocious roar, she raked her other claw mercilessly across Vaelor's midsection, tearing through scales and flesh. The sound of tearing flesh echoed in Daemon's ears. The Swiftrunner growled in agony, a deep, resonant sound as he felt the sharp claws tear through flesh and muscle, yet he steadfastly maintained his hold on Vhagar, refusing to yield to the pain that threatened to overwhelm him. In a fierce display of defiance, Vaelor vigorously shook his head from side to side, using his serrated teeth to tear open Vhagar's throat. The taste of blood mingled with the acrid scent of dragonfire that hung in the air. Blood sprayed in a crimson arc, painting the skies. By continuously targeting the same area, the injury caused even more damage, leading to a substantial increase in blood loss.
Daemon leaned over the edge of his saddle; the leather reins gripped tightly in one hand while the other rested on the rim of the saddle, steadying himself against the rush of wind that whipped around him. His keen gaze swept across the scene, catching Aemond's frantic glances darting between him and Aeonar, securely bound by the riding chains that held him steadfast. Aemond's voice, strained and urgent, rose above the roar of the wind as he desperately attempted to coax Vhagar into breaking free from the clutches of the two dragons were becoming increasingly urgent, his voice rising above the roar of the wind as he shouted commands that seemed to fall on deaf ears. The looming expanse of the lake rushed up below them with alarming speed, its dark waters swirling ominously below. On the other hand, Daemon's attention was drawn to the fierce intensity radiating from Aeonar's eyes, which burned with a mix of intense concentration and a thirst for vengeance. His expression was a mask of fury and determination; his jaw set tight as he focused on Aemond, the object of his ire. Aeonar remained fixated on Aemond, a predator fixated on its prey, the chains that bound him seemingly oblivious to the fatigue that threatened to overwhelm Vaelor. The dragon's crimson eyes flickered with weariness, a testament to the toll the battle had taken on him; despite being battered and exhausted, Vaelor continued to obey his rider's commands and hold and viciously rip open Vhagar's throat.
"Asēntas, Valor! (Kill them, Vaelor!)" Aeonar commanded loudly.
"Vilībari arlī, Vagar! (Fight back, Vhagar!)" Aemond shouted with alarm.
No, it's not enough. You'll only succeed in getting yourself killed. It's not yet your time, nephew.Daemon shook his head. The Rogue Prince saw his chance to break the deadlock when the dragons twisted and spiraled.But… perhaps it is for me.And then, Daemon swung a leg over his saddle and leaped from one dragon to the other with Dark Sister in one hand, and with the other, he grabbed hold of one of the many ropes used by riders to mount Vhagar and used it to keep himself from being thrown off.
"Wha…?!" Aemond shifted his gaze, only to find his uncle Daemon looming behind him. In a moment of panic, he reached for his sword, but as he drew it from its sheath, the crossguard became entangled in the rider's chains. "Sh-Shit! No! No, no, no!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with desperation as he realized he was utterly defenseless and trapped.
Aeonar's concentration broke when he saw Daemon's jump from Caraxes to Vhagar. "What are you doing?!" he bellowed, his voice a mixture of surprise and outrage that coursed through him like wildfire. "You will not deny me my right for justice!"
"And you'll have it, nephew. Daeron will be avenged…" Daemon replied, his voice unsettlingly calm, as if he were merely discussing the weather rather than the life-and-death struggle unfolding before them. His gaze fell upon Vaelor, and the Swiftrunner's eyes looked up at him. "But not by your hand." In a swift motion, Daemon unsheathed his dagger, the blade glinting ominously in the dim light, and hurled it with deadly precision. The dagger flew through the air like a bolt of lightning, striking Vaelor directly in the right eye.
"*RREEEEEEEEOAOAAOAO!*" Vaelor let out a piercing scream as surprise and pain washed over him, causing him to loosen his grip on Vhagar and begin to plummet involuntarily. However, due to the state of his wings, they struggled to bear his weight for much longer, and the excruciating pain made it nearly impossible for him to flap them. "*REERARAAAOAAOAAAA!*" As Vaelor thrashed and clawed at his head, he desperately fought to pry the dagger from his eye, his frantic movements causing him to tailspin out of control.
"DAEMOOOOOOOON!" Aeonar bellowed with all his might; his arm outstretched as he watched Caraxes and Vhagar disappear from sight.
With Aeonar and Vaelor disappearing into the distance, Daemon shifted his focus to his other nephew, Prince Aemond. "A son for a son, boy," he said as he pulled himself up to the top of Vhagar and closer to Aemond, who remained strapped helplessly to a falling dragon. Without hesitation, the Rogue Prince ripped off his nephew's helm and gripped Dark Sister.
Aemond One-Eye looked up in terror, fumbling with the chains that bound him to his saddle. "No! Uncle! Wait―!" he shouted desperately.
However, Daemon silently drove Dark Sister down with a fierce intensity through Aemond's good eyeso hard that the point emerged grotesquely from the back of the young prince's throat. The sound of the steel slicing through flesh and bone echoed in the stillness of the air, a brutal punctuation to the tension that had hung between them like a storm cloud ready to burst. Aemond's expression twisted in shock and pain, his body convulsing as the life drained from his features, the vibrant violet of his eye extinguished forever. Just a heartbeat later, the shimmering expanse of the Gods Eye mere moments from collision, its surface glistening in the fading moonlight. The tranquil waters, so deceptively serene, seemed to beckon Daemon, whispering promises of solace and escape from the chaos that had consumed his life. As he shut his eyes, the Rogue Prince felt a profound tranquility wash over that fleeting moment, Daemon felt liberated, as if the weight of his past grievances and the burdens had been lifted. The chaos, the betrayals, and the blood feuds all seemed to fade away, leaving only the serene promise of the lake before him. The gentle lapping of the water against the shore echoed in his mind, a soothing balm to the tempest of emotions that had raged within him for so long.
"Sorry to keep you waiting for so long, Viserys. But… I'm coming home to see you again, brother."
Vaelor let out a desperate shriek that echoed through the air like a cry of anguish as he fought against the overwhelming force of gravity. His body twisted in a frantic effort to stretch his wings wide in a last-ditch attempt to catch the wind and slow his rapid descent. But the reality was harsh; the Swiftrunner was plummeting too fast, the ground rushing up to meet him with an unforgiving speed. With a bone-jarring crash, Vaelor crashed to the ground, skidding across the ground on his belly, the impact sending shockwaves through his body. The violent force shattered Aeonar's riding chains and leather straps, which kept him securely in place during flight. Instead, they now lay in tatters. Aeonar was violently ejected from his saddle, his body propelled through the air like a ragdoll, hurtling toward a nearby weirwood tree. In that split second, time seemed to stretch, and Aeonar's instincts kicked in, but it was too late. Before he could brace himself for the impending impact, his head collided with the sturdy trunk of the ancient tree with a sickening thud. Although Aegon the Conqueror's helmet provided some measure of protection, designed to withstand the rigors of battle, it was no match for the sheer force of the blow. The world around Aeonar blurred and spun, and the pain surged through him like wildfire, overwhelming his senses. In an instant, darkness enveloped him, swallowing the vibrant colors of the forest and the sounds of the world. As Aeonar tumbled to the ground, consciousness slipped away like sand through his fingers, leaving him adrift in a void where time and space ceased to exist. The last remnants of awareness faded, and he was left in a silent abyss, the chaos of the world above him now a distant memory.
Before long, Caraxes and Vhagar struck the lake of the Gods Eye, sending up a gout of water that was said to have been as tall as Kingspyre man nor dragon could have survived such an impact.
As Vaelor's chest heaved with each ragged breath, a combination of exhaustion and the searing pain from battling Vhagar and enduring the crash took its toll. His once fierce crimson eyes gradually grew heavy as he succumbed to the overwhelming weariness. Gradually, his breathing slowed, causing his chest to rise and fall in an almost imperceptible rhythm. Although Vaelor fought Vhagar with every ounce of strength and speed, he was barely alive by the end of the Battle Above the Gods Eye.
As Alys Rivers stepped through the dense forest, she returned to the scene with a small group of green men, paying no attention to Vaelor as she stood over the unconscious Aeonar. With one hand cradling her swollen pregnant belly, she gently removed one of his gauntlets and carefully placed it at the base of the ancient weirwood tree. "You are not the Prince That Was Promised, Young Dragon. You never were," she said cryptically. "But… there is one who is. See for yourself."
As the weirwood tree's sap trickled down, it slowly covered Aeonar's hand.
But then…
…Aeonar's unconscious body began to convulse and twitch.
Chapter End
Author's Note: And this concludes the Battle Above the Gods Eye; it was an exhausting scene to write. But what was your take on it? And what is Alys Rivers up to with Aeonar?
ABEBAODU: i hope daveth is shown in the vision for the prince who was promised
C.E.W: So the fight above Harrenhal has ended, Aemond Targaryen and Vhagar are dead along with Prince Daemon and Caraxes after a long intense battle. The war is pretty much over, and all that stands between the Blacks and total victory is Aegon the Elder and what few followers he might have with him, bottom line is he is too weak to be a significant threat.
Aegon the Elder is a crippled disgrace of House Targaryen, and a deserter of the Night's Watch at that. No home, no family, no allies, no army, no dragon. His grandfather Unwin is imprisoned are locked up, his mother, brother and son are dead. He has nothing, but if he takes Dragonstone... perhaps he might seek out the Cannibal. Aegon the Elder might try to tame the Cannibal given that he is in a desperate situation, and it is unlikely that Aeonar will show mercy to him.
Aeonar is on a little vision journey with the Weirwood tree of Harrenhal. Wonder if he will have his change of heart.
Questions:
How far is Cregan Stark and his host from Harrenhal?
―He's arrived at the Twins
Will Alys and the remaining Caltrops at Harrenhal use Aeonar as a hostage to negotiate a pardon and mercy?
―No spoilers
I take the Blacks' reaction to the death of Aemond and Vhagar will be pleased, yet worried for Aenoar?
―They just want the war to be over, but the Blacks will now see that their biggest threat has been eliminated
I take Otto Hightower will be pleased about the deaths of Aemond and Vhagar as well as Daemon?
―In a way, yes
XavierWright: And so the Battle Above the God's Eye is at an end.
Questions.
1. So Daemon's dead for good, I take it?
―Yes
2. How's Helaena and Jaehaera faring?
―Still in custody
3. Things are going to get worse before they get better, aren't they?
―They will
Dante 101: So major developments. Aemond & Vhagar are dead & with it, the war is all but over but so is Daemon & Caraxes, who went out on their own terms. But many things are still left unresolved.
1) What was going through Daemon's mind when he chose to sacrifice himself?
―He's been fighting for a very long time and wanted to avenge the slights against House Targaryen - real or imagined - especially since the Caltrops have done nothing but plot to seize power and attempt to usurp his brother's throne
2) Why did he chose to save Aenoar despite the latter becoming a madman? Sentimentality?
―Mostly because Daemon was still loyal to his late brother
3) If Daemon & Caraxes hadn't arrived at the battle, what would the outcome be?
―Aeonar and Vaelor against Aemond and Vhagar would've killed each other
4) After becoming the dominant force for so long & taking levels in jerkassery, was there a certain catharsis in having Aenoar & Vaelor having be stuffing beaten out of them & not having the win this time? Because I was smiling at that!
―Yes, this was the hardest fight Aeonar and Vaelor had ever faced
5) What's the reaction to Daemon's death going to be?
―The Blacks lost a high-ranking general; the City Watch will mourn him
6) How is Aeonar going to take at being denied his vengeance?
―Like he's been denied again
i) What is he going to do now that all his dragons are slayed now?
―He'll feel empty and hollow inside, but he's unconsious at the moment
7) Is Alys going to try & guide Aeonar to the 'correct' path?
―She has her own agenda with no loyalty to either faction
8) Why do you always include dragons making explicit noises?
―No comment
9) What are Aeonar's best qualities pre madness? Post madness?
―Pre-madness his qualities leaned more toward duty and intuition which suited his role as Master of Whisperers, but overall, had his mother never died, Aeonar would've likely never had went down the route he went
10) Who do you find to be a better written character? Daveth or Aeonar? Why?
―I'll leave that to you guys
Clay19: it sound like you are following the books ending
randomdude24: First I will say, the battle of the God's Eye was very well written, beautiful in its own way. Well done, their
Now Aemond and Vhagar are dead, long overdue. Aemond did nothing but cause problems for everyone, his unforgiving nature and shortsightedness created nothing but problems for his family, leading to their unfortunate demise. The realm will not mourn his death.
While Daemon died, he went out on his own terms and thanks to his efforts a great threat was removed, however now the blacks are short another dragon rider. Hard to say if this was a victory since Aenoar and Vaelor are down for now. Still don't get Alys game in all this.
Questions,
With Aemond and Vhagar dead, as of this moment, the caltrops have no dragon riders left. Is the war basically over?
―Ostensibly, yes
As far as i can tell Aemond had no real friends, will anyone mourn his death?
―Very few to little; mostly because they blamed Aemond for starting the war
Once news reaches everyone, especially Aegon Waters, with his last dragonrider dead, combined with the loss of the great houses. Why would anyone continue to help or support him?
―No
Will Vaelor and Aeonar recover from their wounds?
―Can't spoil anything
Are you able to reveal what Alys is doing to Aeonar? Her motives concern me
―Next chapter I'll try