The sky above Dragonstone churned with dark clouds, casting a grey pallor over the island's cliffs and turrets. The wind, sharp and biting, ruffled my silver hair as I stood by the practice yard, watching the waves crash violently against the rocks below. It was one of those rare moments where I actually thought about things. The truth was, I didn't want to be here—at Dragonstone, in this world, caught in a war I didn't care about. But here I was, standing amidst it all, playing the role of a dutiful nephew.

"Monterys, come on! Let's spar!" Lucerys's voice called out from the center of the yard. His enthusiasm was almost infectious—almost. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet, sword in hand, a wide grin on his face. His eyes held that youthful excitement I had long forgotten.

I sighed, rolling my eyes as I pushed off the wall. "Do I have to?"

Lucerys's grin widened. "Yes! You promised you'd practice with me!"

Promises. Another thing this world held far too tightly to. But Lucerys was different. He was earnest, and there was an innocence about him that reminded me of... something, or someone. Maybe it was the way he looked up at me like I had all the answers, or maybe it was just because he was too young for the burdens placed on his shoulders. A younger brother I never asked for, but one I was stuck with.

"Fine," I muttered, walking toward him and unsheathing my sword.

The yard was full of activity—men-at-arms sparring, Daemon Targaryen giving orders from the side, and the sound of metal clashing against metal filled the air. I couldn't help but feel detached from it all. Westeros, for all its bloody glory, was just a stage, and I was the spectator pretending to care about the show.

I raised my sword lazily as Lucerys lunged at me. He was quick, I'd give him that, but not quick enough. I sidestepped his strike, making my sword just a fraction lighter with a thought, allowing it to move effortlessly in my hand. I parried his next strike with ease, the impact of our swords barely registering as I subtly shifted the weight of his blade, making it harder for him to recover.

Lucerys grunted with effort, swinging again, his brow furrowed in concentration. His strikes were earnest, but there was a rawness to them, a lack of experience that no amount of enthusiasm could compensate for. I, on the other hand, didn't have to try. I could have ended the fight in seconds, but where was the fun in that? A little subtle manipulation of gravity here, a small tweak there, and suddenly, Lucerys was fighting an uphill battle without even realizing it.

"Come on, Lucerys," I teased, dodging another one of his swings with ease. "Is that the best you've got?"

He scowled, determination flaring in his eyes as he swung harder, but I barely had to block. With a small flick of my wrist and a nudge of gravity, I made his sword just heavy enough to throw him off balance. His strike went wide, and I stepped in, lightly tapping his side with my blade.

"You're leaving yourself open," I said, almost bored.

Lucerys huffed, stepping back and lowering his sword, breathless. "How do you do it? You barely even try!"

I shrugged, sheathing my sword. "It's all about balance, Luke. You're too eager. You're swinging for the kill every time, but you've got to think more."

I lied of course. I didn't tell him of course that I was lying and that it was because of a supernatural ability.

Daemon, who had been watching from the side, approached with a smirk. "You're not wrong, Monterys. But perhaps if you spent less time toying with him and more time actually teaching, he'd learn faster."

I glanced at Daemon, giving him a lazy smile. "What's the point of teaching if I can win without breaking a sweat?"

Daemon's eyes gleamed with amusement. "You may think that now, but war doesn't allow for laziness. When the time comes, you'll need to do more than just play games."

I shrugged again, unbothered by his words. "Maybe. But until then, I'll take my time."

Daemon let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "You remind me of someone, someone fierce and talented." There was fondness in his voice and why was he looking at me like that?

Did I need a trusted adult? I felt like I needed one.

I gave him a mock salute, trying to hide my thoughts and my behind to the potential threat to it and turned back to Lucerys, who was still catching his breath. The boy had heart, I'd give him that. Too much heart, really. He tried so hard to live up to expectations—Rhaenyra's, Corlys's, even Daemon's. It would have been painful to watch if I truly cared about. Looking at him, it felt as if the world was weighed him down more than he realized, and no matter how hard he tried, and that deep down he knew he'd never be enough for Westeros or maybe I was seeing things that weren't there.

Lucerys wiped the sweat from his brow, looking up at me with a sheepish smile. "I'll get better, you'll see."

I nodded, though inside, I couldn't help but think how little time he actually had. The future was already written, his fate sealed in the skies above Shipbreaker Bay. And knowing that... well, it made it harder to keep up the act. I couldn't care about this world, about its people, not really. I'd been here long enough to realize that nothing changed. Blood was spilled, thrones were taken, but the game never ended. But Lucerys... he was small and the last weeks passed here made me have to admit bright things in a dark world, and maybe, just maybe, that was enough to make me care a little about him even if I didn't want to.

The news of Viserys' death had come two days ago which meant that soon, the dance would begin, that soon, he would die. Why did I begin to have a modicum of care for an already-dead boy?

scene*

Later that day, the storm clouds above Dragonstone thickened, darkening the horizon with a foreboding heaviness. I stood by the cliffs, watching the sea churn violently below. The wind tugged at my cloak, pulling me toward the edge as if daring me to jump. For a moment, I considered it. Just letting go, falling into the depths, and letting gravity catch me. I never truly flew even I knew theoretically I should be able to do it easily.

I don't know if it was the change of scenery, the fact that Canon was finally beginning to unfold before me but I didn't feel bored anymore. I felt annoyed instead.

One thought hadn't left my mind no matter how I wished for it to do so. Why couldn't I act now? Why couldn't I reach for more? Why should I let Canon run its course?

"Monterys!"

Lucerys's voice cut through the wind, and I turned to see him running toward me, his cloak billowing behind him. He skidded to a stop beside me, breathing heavily, but there was something different than the usual lightness, mirth in his eyes—something serious.

"I've been summoned," he said, his voice quiet. "Mother's sending me to Storm's End."

My stomach twisted. I knew what was coming. Storm's End. Vhagar. Aemond. Lucerys's death was a fixed point in time, a moment that no amount of power could change. But still, seeing him standing there, innocent and eager to serve his mother, made it all the worse.

"You'll be careful, right?" I asked, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

Lucerys looked at me, surprised. "Of course. It's just delivering a message. I'll be back before you know it."

'No, you won't.' I thought.

It felt as if I was watching someone walk toward their execution. I felt the words, but I didn't say them.

Instead, I nodded, forcing a small smile. "Good."

Without warning, Lucerys stepped forward and hugged me tightly, his arms wrapping around me with surprising strength. For a moment, I stood there, frozen. Affection like this wasn't something I was used to, not in this world, not from anyone. More than that, we weren't that close, at least I think. Also, it hasn't been that long since we began to interact which meant either two things. Either I really didn't pay attention to the world around me to a point it was becoming detrimental or Lucerys had been so starved by companionship, by friendship that someone not directly related to him treating him with a modicum of care not because of who his mother was enough to make him infuated. It made me realize that I was technically his only friend, the only person around his age he's been able to interact with and who didn't call him or treat him like dirt because of his parentage.

I didn't want to hug him I realized not because of a petty reason but because I didn't want any chance to care even more after him when he was without a doubt going to die. I resisted for a moment, waiting, hoping for him to let go but after a moment, I hesitantly hugged him back, my hand resting on his shoulder as if to comfort him when the truth was that I was probably comforting the both of us.

It was the last time I'd see him alive, and I knew it.

As we pulled apart, Lucerys smiled up at me, that innocent look still shining in his baby blue eyes. "I'll make you proud, Monterys. You'll see."

I watched him go, his figure disappearing into the stormy horizon as he mounted Arrax and took to the skies. I watched him go, a child to a certain death. And as the winds howled around me, I felt something that weighed in my chest, something that ached.

I visited when I was younger one of the farms of my grandma. I must have been eleven or twelve year old. There, I encountered something I had never seen before, a living rooster in real life.

He was honestly beautiful and big and proud-looking. I don't know why but the rooster loved me at first sigh. He was following me, allowing only me to take him in my arms, to touch him.

Sometimes, I had to admit that I wasn't kind to him yet it never stopped him from coming near me.

It is because of that he died. I was the one annoyed once to give the order to one of the worker to kill it so that it'll be cooked. I was asked many times if that was I wanted and I said yes each time.

I watched with my own eyes as they slid a blade from one side of his neck to another. Maybe he thought I could, I would do something because at that time, while being killed, it Looked at me.

I told the worker to stop when it was too late. I regretted it when it was too late. I never was able to find a rooster like him. It had felt as if the other farm animals avoided me after as if they knew of my sin, as if they knew of what I had done. I had nightmares after and even in another life, I hadn't forgotten.

Would it be the same with Lucerys? Was Lucerys the rooster here?

I stood at the edge of the cliff, staring out at the sea, lost in thought. The storm grew heavier, the rain pouring down in sheets, but I barely felt it. My mind was elsewhere—on Lucerys, on the fact that I had done nothing to change his fate, on the reality that for more than a decade, I had lived in this world with power beyond imagination, and yet I had done nothing with it. I hadn't used it to take a throne, to liberate slaves, to explore the ruins of Valyria or reshape the world in any meaningful way. I had drifted through life, apathetic, detached, and uncaring.

Who was worse, the one who committed the crime or the one with enough power to stop it but didn't because they had their head too much in their asses? What was the point of having godlike power if you didn't use it?

I could have saved my uncle. I could have tried to tell him or manipulate him or bully enough or idk do something so that he would still be alive.

I could have stopped my brothers from losing their tongues. They may have been stupid and annoying but no one deserved to suffer for the truth.

I wasn't like that before. This wasn't me. This couldn't be who I truly was. Maybe something broke in me when I died. Or maybe I had always been like this—a hollow shell, unable to truly connect with anyone or anything. But Lucerys... he had wormed his way into my heart, in spite of everything. Maybe it was because he reminded me of one of my cousins I once had in my old life. Or maybe it was because he wasn't a bad kid. Just a boy trying to live up to impossible expectations.

And now he was going to die for it.

The wind picked up, swirling around me as I stood there, staring out at the roiling sea. For the first time in a long time, I felt... something. Anger? Frustration? It was hard to tell. But it burned in my chest, and before I knew it, I was reaching out with my power, feeling the familiar weight of gravity as it bent to my will.

I felt power rush through me as if a dam had been broken, as if my power was impatient, had only wanted for this, to be used fully.

The storm above me raged on, but I could feel the pull of the world, the currents of force swirling around me, waiting for direction. The rain, which had been pelting down relentlessly, began to slow. Not just slow—it began to lift.

Millions of cubic meters of water and hundreds of billions of Kg rose obeying my will. Droplets reversed their course, rising back toward the clouds as if time itself had been undone.

I blinked, startled by the sight, but the power coursing through me only intensified. The air around me thickened, taking on a strange, purple hue, and I could feel the force of gravity bending in ways that defied nature. The storm was still there, but now I could feel it dancing to my whims, almost as if shaped by my feelings.

The axis of the world literally became mine at that moment.

Around me, people were beginning to notice. The guards in the courtyard stopped what they were doing, staring up at the sky in shock. The servants who had been rushing back and forth with provisions for the coming war froze, their eyes wide as they saw the rain reversing, the unnatural stillness of the air despite the howling wind. And then I heard the footsteps—the unmistakable, deliberate and familiar steps of someone I had last seen on Driftmark, someone I realized now dealed with me and my bullshit with more patience and care than he had to.

"Monterys."

I turned slowly, and there was Corlys, my uncle, standing just behind me. His face was a mixture of shock, concern, awe and something else—something I hadn't seen from him in a long time, since the day of the marriage of Rhaenyra and Laenor, pride.

"You... you're doing this," he said, his voice almost a whisper as he looked up at the rain floating above us, the amethyst glow that surrounded me. "How?"

I glanced at him, feeling the power pulse through me, more intense than ever before. The cat was out of the bag. I would have answered the questions I knew would come if there wasn't something important I had to deal with first "Lucerys," I said quietly. "He's in danger."

Corlys's eyes widened, and for the first time, I saw fear in him. "Storm's End?"

I nodded. "Aemond. Vhagar. He won't make it back unless I do something."

For a moment, Corlys stood frozen, the weight of my words sinking in. Then, slowly, a small smile crept onto his lips, a triumphant one.

"Family is important, right, Uncle?" I said, echoing the words he had once told me, the words that had always hung between us, even when I pretended not to care.

I began to raise investing my personal gravity

He looked at me, his expression softening as he nodded. "Yes, Monterys. It is. Be careful. Come back to me." the words didn't sound as orders. They sounded like pleas. I gave him a nod. I saw on the corner of an eye the shocked forms of Rhaenyra and Daemon.

I didn't wait any longer. The storm around me swirled in response to my will, and before anyone could say anything else, I pushed off the ground, leaping into the air. Gravity bent and shifted, pulling me upward as if I were weightless. The sky around me glowed with that strange, amethyst hue, a reflection of the power coursing through me. I was sure that if I could see my uncle, , I would see his face filled with even more awe and pride.

But there was no time to dwell on it. I had to move. Lucerys was already on his way to Storm's End, and Aemond was waiting for him. I tore through the sky, the wind whipping around me as I flew higher and faster than I ever had before. The storm clouds parted around me, and the rain, which had been falling in reverse, began to follow my trajectory, as if the entire world was bending to my will.

The landscape below blurred as I sped toward the Stormlands, my thoughts racing as fast as my body. I had lived for years without caring about anything, letting the world pass me by. But now, for the first time, I had a purpose. Lucerys—he didn't deserve what was coming. He was just a boy, caught in a war he didn't should never been involved in, one he was about to die because of it.

The sky grew darker as I approached the Stormlands, the clouds thickening into a violent swirl of black and grey. I could feel the tension in the air, the electricity of the storm mingling with the raw power flowing through me. And somewhere ahead, I knew, Lucerys was flying into that very storm, unaware of the danger that awaited him.

I had to get to him. I had to stop it.

scene*

The winds howled around him as Arrax struggled to maintain his flight, the storm buffeting them from all sides. Lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the towering castle of Storm's End in the distance. Lucerys felt a chill creep down his spine as he spotted something even more terrifying: the hulking silhouette of Vhagar, Aemond's monstrous dragon, perched ominously near the keep. Her eyes glowed like embers, and despite the storm, her presence was unmistakable.

Lucerys's heart pounded in his chest as he guided Arrax down toward the landing area. The dragon growled uneasily, clearly sensing the danger, but Lucerys tried to keep his focus. He was Rhaenyra's emissary, here to deliver a message of peace. His mother trusted him with this, and he couldn't fail her.

As they touched down, the Baratheon guards hurried to meet him, their faces grim. One of them stepped forward, shouting over the wind, "Come, Prince Lucerys! You are expected in the hall."

Lucerys swallowed hard, dismounting Arrax and following the guards toward the entrance of Storm's End. He couldn't shake the feeling of dread that clung to him like a shadow, and as they entered the great hall, that feeling only grew stronger.

Lord Borros Baratheon sat on a raised chair, flanked by his four daughters, all of whom eyed Lucerys with varying degrees of interest and disdain. But it wasn't Borros or his daughters that held Lucerys's attention. It was his uncle Aemond. The prince stood at the far end of the hall, glaring at Lucerys with a cold, predatory gaze, his sapphire eye glinting in the dim light.

Lucerys hesitated, but then remembered his mother's words. He was an envoy, here to deliver a message, not to fight. He took a deep breath and stepped forward, holding out the sealed letter from Rhaenyra.

"I bring a message from my mother, the Queen," Lucerys said, his voice steady despite the fear gnawing at him.

Lord Borros snorted, waving a hand dismissively. "The Queen, is it? Aegon's already sent me a message of his own. And tell me, boy, does your mother offer anything more than a reminder of my father's old oaths?"

Lucerys's throat tightened. He already knew where this was going, but he had to see it through. "My mother asks only for your loyalty, Lord Borros, as you swore to her in the past."

Borros scowled, leaning forward. "Loyalty? The Greens have offered me something real—a marriage pact. What do you offer me in return? Which of my daughters will you take as your bride?"

Lucerys swallowed hard. "I... I am already betrothed, my lord. To Lady Rhaena."

Borros barked out a laugh. "Empty-handed, then! And you expect me to side with you?"

Before Lucerys could respond, Aemond stepped forward, his voice cold and mocking. "I see you've come without a gift, Lord Strong."

Lucerys flinched at the insult, but he kept his gaze forward, refusing to rise to Aemond's taunts. "I came as an envoy, not a fighter."

Aemond's grin widened, and there was something feral in his expression. "Oh, but I think we have unfinished business, nephew. You took my eye, and I've come to collect."

Lucerys's heart pounded in his chest as Aemond reached up, tapping his sapphire eye with a sharp fingernail. "One eye for another. I think that's fair, don't you?"

"I am here under a banner of peace," Lucerys said, his voice shaking slightly but resolute. "I won't fight you."

Aemond's grin faltered, replaced by a sneer. "Craven. You're as much a traitor as you are a coward." He took a menacing step forward, drawing a blade. "But if you won't give me your eye willingly, I'll take it myself."

Before Aemond could strike, Lord Borros stood, his voice booming. "Enough! The boy is an envoy! I'll have no bloodshed beneath my roof. Take him to his dragon and send him on his way."

Aemond's eye narrowed, but he didn't argue. Instead, he gave Lucerys one final, hateful glare before sheathing his blade.

Lucerys let out a shaky breath, his hands trembling as the Baratheon guards escorted him back outside, into the storm. The wind had picked up even more, and the rain lashed at him as he mounted Arrax once again. His heart raced as he took off into the sky, the storm swirling around them. The winds were too strong, the lightning too close, and Lucerys could barely see through the sheets of rain.

And then, out of the darkness, came Vhagar.

Lucerys's blood ran cold as the monstrous dragon emerged from the clouds, Aemond's cruel laughter echoing in the wind. Vhagar was so much larger than Arrax, so much more powerful, and Lucerys knew he stood no chance in a fight.

"Aemond, no!" Lucerys shouted, but his words were lost to the storm.

Vhagar swooped low, her massive jaws snapping dangerously close to Arrax's tail. Lucerys pulled on the reins desperately, trying to maneuver his dragon through the thick storm clouds. The wind howled in his ears, and the rain made it nearly impossible to see. His heart hammered in his chest as he felt Arrax panic beneath him, wings beating furiously to escape the larger dragon's pursuit.

Above him, Aemond laughed, his voice booming in the storm like some twisted echo of the thunder. "You can run, boy, but you can't hide from Vhagar! Give me your eye, and I might let you live!"

Lucerys's throat was tight, fear and desperation gripping him as he urged Arrax onward. "Faster, faster!" he muttered, trying to calm the dragon, though he knew it was hopeless. Vhagar was too big, too powerful, and Aemond wasn't playing any longer. He was hunting.

The clouds closed in, thick and black, swallowing the world in a whirl of wind and rain. Lucerys couldn't see where he was going—just the occasional flash of lightning illuminating the monstrous shape of Vhagar behind him, always just a moment away from striking.

"Stay calm, stay calm," Lucerys whispered to himself, his hands shaking on the reins. His mother's face flashed in his mind, then Monterys's. The thought of his cousin brought him a brief, strange comfort. Monterys had been the only one who had treated him like family without lookin at him with thinly veiled disdain. Monterys had been the only to who was not directly related to who treated him as if he was normal. Monterys was in truth his first friend. He liked the fact that even though Monterys seemed to not have a few in the world, he listened to Lucerys speak for hours about how incredible Arrax was. He liked the fact that Monterys never got angry, that when something was done to displease him, he would first instead of directly taking umbrage or hold a grudge explain why he didn't like such thing.

More than that, Monterys reminded him of his father, Laenor. Maybe this was the reason why he liked him so much because looking at him under a certain light, it was like looking at his dead father, hugging him felt to him as close as hugging his dead father. Sure, there was unmistakably an invisible barrier, what seemed to be an invisible distance between the Velaryon and others, but there had been something about him—something Lucerys trusted.

Something in him knew deep down that something would go wrong, that he would die here. Even then, he still continued to do his best to survive.

He remembered one of the things Monterys had told him after Lucerys had gotten frustrated after losing too many times with no progress to show.

You only lose when you stop trying. As long as you don't stop, you haven't truly lost.

As if in response to his thoughts, Arrax, in a fit of fear and frustration, reared his head and spat a burst of fire into the sky, aimed blindly in Vhagar's direction. Lucerys's heart sank. He hadn't commanded the attack—it had been instinctual. And something told him that it was a mistake.

From behind, Lucerys heard Aemond's enraged roar. "You dare?!"

The fire had connected, but not enough to harm the monstrous dragon. It was enough, though, to enrage her. Lucerys felt the shift in the air, the sudden rush of energy as Vhagar went from hunter to executioner.

"Arrax, go!" Lucerys shouted, but it was too late.

Vhagar's massive form loomed out of the clouds, her maw open wide, the sight of her rows of razor-sharp teeth glinting in the dim light of the storm. Lucerys's eyes widened in horror as he realized there was no escape. The rain pounded harder, the wind howled louder, and then—

Everything seemed to slow.

In that brief, horrifying moment, as Vhagar's jaws descended on Arrax, Lucerys saw his life flash before his eyes. Regrets flooded his mind. He had failed his mother, failed to protect her claim. He had never lived up to her expectations. He hadn't been able to make her proud, not truly. He wished he had more time, time to be stronger, time to prove himself.

Monterys's face also flashed in his mind. The face of the one who had not looked at Lucerys not with disdain or frustration, but with... something else. Kindness, maybe. Understanding. The face of his first friend and for some reason, in his last moments, it was Monterys he wished he could have spent more time with.

'I'm sorry Everyone,' Lucerys thought. 'I wished I hadn't disappointed you, I wish I had said goodbye properly.'

As Vhagar's teeth came down, closing in around him and Arrax, the world seemed to hold its breath. Lucerys waited for death.

But then—everything changed.

From out of the darkness, the sky was torn open by a flash of brilliant purple light. The storm paused, the winds halted, and for a moment, time itself seemed to stutter.

The roar of the storm was swallowed by an eerie silence, and in that silence, Lucerys saw something that made his breath catch in his throat.

Vhagar one of the oldest and most fearsome dragons in all of history, was falling.

Lucerys blinked, his mind unable to comprehend what he was seeing. Vhagar, the beast that had terrorized him, was plummeting toward the sea like a meteor, her massive form crashing through the storm leaving a giant gap in the sky as if some unseen force had ripped her away from it.

Lucerys turned in shock, searching the storm for the source of this impossibility, and there—hovering in the air, bathed in the same amethyst glow that had torn through the clouds—was Monterys.

He floated above the storm, his body surrounded by a strange, pulsating light, his expression calm but fierce. For the first time, there was no hint of the boredom or nonchalance that usually colored his features. Instead, there was something else in his eyes—something that made Lucerys shiver with both excitement and fear. Monterys didn't look at him at that moment like a man but a god.

"How—" Lucerys's voice trembled as he whispered, still shocked and trying to understand.

Monterys glanced at him, a small, almost casual smile on his lips. "I just knew you'd be in trouble, Lucerys. And it would've been annoying if something happened to you."

The purple light around him shimmered, casting an otherworldly glow through the storm. Monterys hovered, utterly unaffected by the winds and rain that had battered Lucerys just moments before. He felt like a human shaped hurricane, a force of nature unto himself, his presence bending the storm, warping the very world around him.

"More than that," Monterys added, his voice softer now, "family takes care of each other."

Lucerys couldn't respond. His mind was reeling, his heart racing. He had just witnessed Vhagar—a dragon older than Aegon's conquest—fall from the sky due to what was certainly magic, and the only thing standing between him and death was Monterys, his cousin who had always seemed so indifferent, so removed from the world around him. But now... now, Monterys wasn't indifferent. He cared.

For the first time, Lucerys saw the depth of true power, not power given by crowns, titles, armies or even dragons. This was something far greater, something that transcended even the might of dragons.

As Lucerys hovered in the storm, his mind still whirling, Monterys floated closer, the amethyst light around him intensifying. "Come on," Monterys said, extending a hand toward Lucerys. "Let's get you out of here. Let's go home, cousin."

Lucerys stared at Monterys's outstretched hand, still dumbfounded. He didn't think he could even be more. This was the first time Monterys had called him cousin.. Hesitantly, Lucerys reached out and took his cousin's hand, feeling the strange, comforting pull of gravity as Monterys enveloped them both in the swirling, purple energy.

"Oh, do you think your uncle like surprises?" The older Velaryon asked him.

"Surprises?" Lucerys repeated wondering if all of this wasn't a delusion, a dream or if he wasn't already dead.

"This one," his cousin said pointing above the gap Vhagar had left when it made her fall with his magic.

At first, he thought it was a trick of the clouds, a storm brewing on the horizon. But then, as his dragon shifted in mid-air, wings flapping in sudden distress, he realized the truth. It wasn't the sky itself breaking apart; it was a stone, a boulder the size of a mountain, plummeting toward the earth. Lucerys could feel the very heavens quiver with its descent.

The meteor's velocity tore the air apart, creating a deafening roar that echoed across the heavens. He watched, helpless, as it blazed through the sky, the heat from its friction setting the clouds alight in trails of fire. The sight was terrifying, a force beyond anything a man, something only a god could wield. He could almost feel the weight of it in his chest, a crushing pressure that made it hard to breathe.

As the meteor plunged closer to the ground, the very world seemed to hold its breath. The earth below buckled in anticipation, the grasses and trees bending beneath the sheer magnitude of the oncoming destruction. Lucerys' mind raced, a flurry of thoughts spinning wildly—no one could survive this, no castle would stand against such a blow. If Vhagar and Aemond weren't dead before, this would ensure that they were going to be.

When it struck, the world erupted in violence.

The impact was beyond imagination. The ground convulsed beneath it, rippling outward in waves of devastation. Forests crumbled, reduced to dust in an instant, as the shockwave tore through everything in its path. Mountains groaned and cracked, their peaks shattering as the earth beneath them gave way. Lucerys watched the sea catch on fire The air itself seemed to combust, a wall of heat and light spreading outward as far as the eye could see.

Lucerys knew he would have been thrown back,the moment the shockwave reached them if it wasn't for Monterys' magic surrounding Arrax and him. It didn't stop The sky from becoming a whirlwind of dust and debris. He heard Arrax scream in fear under him. Lucerys clung to the saddle, his heart pounding in his throat, the terror and awe gripping him like a vice.

From the sky, it looked as if the world had split in two. Great rents in the earth opened, rivers diverted, entire hills swallowed by the yawning chasms that spread in every direction. Fire and smoke rose from the crater where the meteor had struck, and even from his distance, Lucerys could feel the heat radiating from it, intense enough to burn the skin. He knee without a doubt that the Stormlands would suffer greatly from it. The fact that Borros Baratheon betrayed his mother and was the cause of him nearly dying made no pity be evoked inside of him

The ground continued to shake long after the meteor had fallen, tremors rippling outward for miles. It was the kind of tremors that made Buildings collapse and cities crumble. The sea itself was stirred into a frenzy, great waves rising up as if the oceans had been tossed into the sky by an invisible hand. Everything seemed fragile in the face of such destruction—man, dragon, stone. All of it reduced to mere dust before the might of the falling star.

Lucerys stared in horror at the devastation below. His chest tightened as he struggled to comprehend what he had just witnessed.

"Do you think it will be enough?" his cousin, the one at the origin of this asked him. Lucerys looked at him, at the one with the power of a god asking a question the same way Lucerys did to him when he wanted to improve his swordplay. The absurdity of it all made him start laughing.

This story is one I had on my since the end of September and the Beginning of October. I thought that there were enough chapters that I could post here. When I came up with this story, it was with the idea of having that I don't care, I don't give a F protagonist who doesn't want to be involved with canon at all but Fate (me in this case) make it otherwise. Hope you like it. Tell me what you think about it, how I could improve it.

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