Chapter 28-I am His! And He is Mine!

Chapter 28

Pain and stillness had long become her friends as she lay there in her bed, waiting for a death that never came. Her body burned from the inside, a power so unknown, ate away at her slowly, yet the embrace of death never came, as if afraid of her.

And then, only years later, she would realize the truth, realize that death was indeed afraid of her, or rather so of the one who stood behind her. The news had come from a whisper, a desperate cry from her sister whose sobs and pleas made her heart ache, and one day in those sibs she would utter those indominable words.

"He lives. Your lover Daemon, he lives still."

And for many a second, she had thought it all a lie, thought it a dream, until she had felt those fingers, felt the curse eating away at her shrink in fear, felt it rage, at that name.

"He is back and has replaced his father as King. The tides of war, they are changing."

Allyria's words, had her heart quickened once more, made her yearn for life, yearn for him and yet she could do little, her body was little more than stone now, and crumbling away, and yet she would try, despite the pain she would try.

And for the first time in years, she would pray, not for death. But for life.

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DAEMON TARGARYEN

A dragon was a symbol of power and prestige for their House. It was the very thing that allowed Aegon the Conqueror to forge the realm into what it is today, and it helped House Targaryen rule for as long as they had.

The loss of dragons had eaten away House Targaryen's power, limiting it as the House saw its control over the realm loosen with each passing year. A dragon today had the ability to solve all of House Targaryen's crises.

One dragon, just one, could make their House into a power that would need no allies, no armies, and no gold. It had been his very desire to revive the dragons, to bring back the true prestige of House Targaryen, and this very crusade had made him burn down the Red Temple and many a manse of Meereen itself as he searched for the last of the dragon eggs.

And yet now the very salvation he had sought, dreamt of stood in front of him, and yet he had no choice but to slay it, kill it with his own two hands. Silverwing, one he dubbed the forgotten dragon, stood in front of him roaring and screeching, laying waste to Starfall bleeding out of the wing he had cut, one of its eyes closed shut with a sword sticking out of it.

He saw its sole eye focus on him and Arthur, as his whole body ached with pain as he saw it open its maw.

"NOW!" he ordered and watched as a spear flew above his head, and struck the silver beast on the side of his mouth.

Anda s he broke into a stride he glanced back and saw Oberyn arming himself with another spear.

"GOOOOOO!" he roared, throwing this one at the beast again. It struck one of its scales, and Silverwing thrashed wildly.

Oswell Whent had rallied their men, and the men had begun surrounding the dragon, and yet teh ground was now littered with blood and charred husks of human bodies as him and Arthur ran towards the beast's hind legs.

Daemon watched as Silverwing thrashed its head into the nearby tower, destroying it, and the massive stones began to fall down, he veered of course ran over the stair case as he avoided the falling rocks as the beast turned and sent its tail whipping towards Arthur.

"ARTHURRRR!" Daemon roared as the massive tail whipped towards his kings guard, yet before it could strike him down, half a dozen men appeared in between him and tail, shields up and ready.

"AHHHHH!" the tail ripped through them and sent them into the wall, yet it veered it off enough that Arthur slid under it as he came upon one of its legs.

Daemon himself jumped off of the stairs with a scream as he raised his sword brought it down at the leg and swung it with all his might.

"AHHHHH!" he felt it cut through the flesh and bone, the Valyrian Steel showing its edge as his muscles strained from the sheer force he had put into the swing.

He heard the beast scream in agony as its leg gave out, and it began to fall down. He turned to the side and watched Arthur's blade get stuck in the leg, probably because of a lack of strength.

"GET AWAY!" he screamed at Arthur as he failed to get Dawn out of the bone, and in the end, he broke into another stride as the massive beast began to collapse right on top of them, heart hammering as he pushed all his strength into his

"ARTHUR!" With that, he heard a massive boom as Silverwing tried to support itself upright using the massive tower beside them and caused it to collapse right on top of it.

BOOOOM!

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ARTHUR DAYNE

Dragon bone had always been notorious for its strength, and so when he had swung Dawn at the beast's hindlegs, the sword had cut through it swiftly at first, yet as the beast's weight shifted the sword found itself getting stuck in Dragon Bone.

His swing lacked the strength needed to cut through the bone as Daemon destroyed the bone, and the Dragon began to stumble, unable to maintain its balance.

He tried to push and pull, tried it all as men screamed, the fire roared all around them, and in this rush and hour of great turmoil, he missed the screams coming for him until it was too late.

He felt the shadow over him grow as he looked up and found the beast collapsing right onto him, it writhed its neck spewing fire all around, crashing and destroying any building it tried to latch onto, yet to no avail.

He literally saw its descend as he felt the time slow down, saw, and yet he found himself unable to remove his hands from the hilt of Dawn, until he felt something heavy crash into him, before the dragon would and push him to the side.

"ARTHURRRR!" the scream broke him out of his trance, and realised that it was indeed Daemon, who had pushed him aside, and he was sent tumbling to the ground the force making his head spin around as the whole ground shook, and the towers fell and both of them rolled on the ground.

BOOOOM!

Arthur's whole body was in pain as his vision returned to him, the surroundings, little more than a blurry mess of dust and dirt, filled with screams and torrents of flames. He fought through the pain tried to push himself up, and got to his knees only to find someone else limping past him.

His vision cleared up, and he found himself staring at Daemon, limping towards the beast, blood dripping down his form, leaving behind a trail, as he dragged his sword behind him and moved at a snail's pace towards the body of the beast that they had felled.

The dragon was still alive. Its body twitched and moved, yet the towers it had caused to collapse had done so right over it. Now, massive piles of stone covered it. With one of its wings already cut off, its legs broken, and that massive tower wreckage placed over it, it could move very little.

"Daemon," he gasped out as the King limped forward towards the beast, unafraid, as he began to climb up the debris.

He watched as the beast grunted in pain and agony, its screeches no longer carried the same force and power as before, as it bled away lying on the ground, probably taking its last breath and he could hardly imagine that they had felled such a beast, that at a time Westeros was littered with beasts such as this, some even larger than this.

"Daemon," he called out once more as he tried to move towards their King yet found himself stumbling back to the ground, as his leg refused to bear his weight. He collapsed onto the ground and watched as Daemon dragged himself up the debris and began to walk over the Beast's torso, nearing its centre, and as he did, he saw him stop.

Daemon's body was a mess. His armor was broken and charred. He could see much of it flake away and bent and melted in strange ways, and even now, as he stood in the middle of the grunting beast's torso, he had left behind a trail of blood, which still dribbled out of his body.

And he saw, the beast push its head up as if to look at Daemon, and in those slit-like eyes, he saw defiance and rage, and yet Daemon did not back off as he stood there holding his blade as he saw the Dragon growl as it opened its maw, just as Daemon used both of his hands to raised his sword.

"YOUR GRACE!" he heard someone scream as the beast roared, and its mouth glew an ominous red.

"ROARRRRR!"

"AHHHHHHHH" and with a scream, the dragon let off a massive torrent of fire straight at Daemon, who with his own scream, pushed down his blade.

"NOOO!" and he watched Daemon stand out as nothing more than a silhouette as he plunged his blade into the dragon's heart, not avoiding the fire, and he watched as the Dragon screeched in pain and agony yet did not let go of the fire, and continued to spew a storm as a last act of retribution against its slayer.

By now, the men, the guards, had begun to gather around and were watching in silence as the fire began to die down, and they watched with bated breath until it vanished completely, only for him to remain.

The last of the luster of his armor was gone, all the metal and the clothing reduced to charr. As the Dragon's head fell away, symbolizing its death.

BOOM!

Its head crashed into the ground, and he watched as Daemon moved. No, he saw the mask concealing his face shift, and then the next second it fell down from his face, and Arthur found his stomach turn at the sight and he was not the only one as he heard a slew of curses as they stared at the sight that had been hidden away from them for all this time.

And yet, as he heard the sound of movement, he could do little but open his eyes and watch the King pulling his blade out of the Dragon's torso. The smoky pattern of the blade was gone and it was coated in nothing but blood, the dragon blood clung to it as if soaking it up and he watched as Daemon pushed himself top his feet once more and turned to the side.

"Your grace!" he called out.

"Daemon!" he called out once more, but his voice was ignored as he watched him turn to the side and began to descend.

"Arthur. Arthur!" he heard a familiar voice and turned to find Oswell Whent running towards him with two men and watched as the King began to descend through the debris.

"Where is he going, Oswell!" he asked, his brother in arms who helped him stand up.

"You can see for yourself," he said, and the way his face had morphed at those words as he pushed an arm under his shoulder and helped him up, and both of them began to walk up the stones and watched Daemon descend the ground towards a solitary body lying ion the debris.

A lifeless body covered in white cloth, lying there on the grounds with no injury or blood, yet half the face was covered in a bark-like material. He watched as Daemon stumbled upto her, his scarred face there for all to see, not that many had the courage to as everyone held his breaths, and found themselves rooted to the ground, as if held there by a greater power as Daemon stopped, and Arthur could see that his eyes were without life, those eyes were dull and near their end as Daemon raised his sword.

He felt his heartbeat quicken at the sight, yet he did not say a word, for the unthinkable did not happen, as he did not move an inch and simply held the blade on top of her face, making him frown until he saw it.

The blood, it was dripping into Asahra's mouth, and suddenly, he felt a power in the air, a power unlike anything he had ever felt before, and he watched as the flakes of bark covering her skin began to melt away infront of his eyes, watched as those thin, lean arms began to bubble up as a fire erupted around the two of them.

CLACK. CLACK.

And then he watched the sword fall out of Daemon's hands. The firestorm that had risen up around them fell cold as Daemon's body collapsed infront of his eyes, and yet before it could fall to the ground, he saw another pair of hands steady him and watched wide-eyed as Ashara sat there cushioning his fall, and holding Daemon in her arms.

Her face was white and full as the day he had last seen her, her hair raven black, and those eyes, eyes that had become lifeless now brimmed with life and light as drops of blood covered her face.

And then he watched as a tear fell down her face. She caressed his face lovingly in her arms before she lowered her head and kissed Daemon on the lips, and then the fire that had begun to die down roared once more.

BOOOM!

And enveloped them both once more, roaring to the skies, making everyone step back in sheer awe and fear.

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