Trouble in Weeping Town III

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(Rhaegon's POV)

"Well..." I said as I cleaned my blade, "That is a lot of uninvited guests...." 

I was standing over a group of men who had appeared out of nowhere, attacking us with their swords. They were wearing the burning stag sigil that belonged to my Uncle so it was pretty much confirmed that he was involved in some way here. After a few minutes of struggle, they were all in the ground, dead, blood pooled all over the dirt as we stood over them. 

Bronn pulled his sword out of a dead man's back, "Yea..." He said, "That was out of nowhere. Guess this confirms your Uncle is nearby." 

"Yea, I'm not too sure about that." I said seriously as I looked at the black armored man who was dead, "But it could be a possibility." 

I looked around, there were about twenty or so men who suddenly came out of hiding, swinging their swords about. Not all of them had flaming blades, only a couple. It reminded me of the Battle of Summerhall, there were nothing but regular men running around while a couple had their blades set ablaze. 

It was not much of a trouble to me, but the fact that they were hiding successfully bothered me. There was almost nobody around, no civilians, no innocent. That worried me, I had no idea what could have happened to them. 

"Where is Tyrion?" I looked around

"I don't know, hiding probably." Bronn shrugged

I turned to see the little Lannister walking around some bodies in the middle of the street, "Well, I'll be damned." He said, "This...this is not good at all." 

"You got what you came here for?" I asked as I sheathed my blade

He looked at me, "No." He said with an annoyed look, "I don't know what's going on, Rhaegon." 

I sighed, "You and me both." I said, "My only guess is that the enemy has successfully infiltrated the Realm. But obviously, that was a given considering that Stannis had thousands of zealots that were in alliance with the Pretender. Not only that, the Red Cult had influence in the North for months now. But this? I don't know what the play is." 

"Whatever it is, it cannot be good." Sandor said

I nodded, "Tell me about it." I said as I looked over to the side, "What could they be planning? It's nothing but stalling isn't it?" 

"Gathering forces for a full-scale invasion." Tyrion said, "That's what my Father tells me." 

"That much I know." I said, "But....why wait this long? Are they waiting for something? What did Stannis get from Summerhall? What....." 

I heard something in the distance, a couple of footsteps. 

Sandor drew his sword as he turned around, hearing the same thing, "What now?" 

I then saw a man dressed in black, come into view, holding a strange glass object. 

I placed my hand on my sword's handle, "And now what is this?" I asked, "Hey, you! Stop!" 

The man stepped back, his face covered in a black cloth, only his eyes were visible. What he held in his hands resembled a green egg made out of glass. I swear I saw something glow inside of it, like a green light in it. 

"What in the hells is this cunt doing?" Sandor said, "Hey, cunt! What the fuck are you doing?!" 

I noticed there was a strange odor in the air, which unsettled me, "W-What....that smell..." 

I then heard a loud thudding from behind us. I turned to see Morghul slowly walking down the street, bumping against the buildings as he sniffed loudly, snarling as he looked at us. 

"What the hell?" Tyrion said, "Rhaegon, what's he doing inside the town!" 

"I don't know," I said with a frown

"Morghul, what are you doing? Get back, I didn't call for you!" I said in high-valyrian

Morghul's nostril flared and he snorted loudly and performed an action I can only describe as a dragon sneezing, a bit of snot coming out of his snout and flying all over the corpses on the street. He stopped and shook his neck, letting out a rumble as he looked at me. 

"Hey!" I heard Sandor yell

I turned to see the man running past me and as I immediately drew my blade to cut him in the midsection, he threw the glass egg up into the air. 

I watched as he crashed against the ground with a thud, the egg flying through the air and slowly fall down. 

"What...?" I said 

The glass egg hit the ground, shattering immediately and we all watched a small cloud of green dust that glowed brightly swirl into the air. 

"What in the hell is that?!" I heard Bronn say

I froze as I stood there, "M-Magic?" 

Suddenly the dust swirled towards Morghul, entering his nostrils, causing my dragon to jerk his head backward violently and let out a wail. 

"Morghul!" I exclaimed as I ran over to him

He jerked his entire body against a building, crashing into it as he let out a roar, almost out of panic as he then flung his entire head into the ground, causing a massive tremor. 

"Calm down!" I told him 

Then, out of nowhere, he stopped jerking around and snorted, looking at me with what I can assume was a confused expression. 

I glanced at Tyrion who was standing in the distance, a bit of shock on his face. 

"The hell..." I said as I looked back at Morghul who straightened up, "What was that?" 

"Hey!" I turned to see Sandor grabbing the man who I cut down by the collar, "What the fuck was that? Was that poison?!" 

The man coughed, "No." He said simply, "A....connection..." 

"So....." A voice resounded through the air, "This is Morghul, The Black Lord." 

I froze, the voice sounding extremely familiar. 

It was the same voice from the man in my dream; Zaldrizes Jaes. 

"R-Rhaegon....." Tyrion said, "That voice came from your dragon." 

I slowly turned around to see Morghul staring at me, keeping completely still. It was unnerving, the sight of my dragon completely immobile. A dragon that while trying to keep still, occasionally shifts and sways. 

No. He was still, almost like he was frozen. 

But that wasn't all that unsettled me. 

His eyes were completely green, a dark green, akin to the Man's eye. 

"Y-You...." I said, my heart beating rapidly

"The Black Wings that bring forth the Dragon's Dynasty.." The Voice said from Morghul's open mouth, "It could be this one. Or it could be Drogon. Who knows? Maybe it's Cannibal. Nevertheless, a Warning, Rhaegon Baratheon. A warning, from me to you." 

I gulped, "A warning?" I said as the entire atmosphere shifted from a humid to a completely arid one, "What?" 

"If you're not strong enough, everything that you hold dear will burn....be reduced to Ashes." The Voice said, "Valerion Blackfyre will come to the Realm, with him several of my other children, who will do everything in their power to overthrow your Uncle's reign. And after that I will descend....I will Return. I, Zaldrizes Jaes, will walk the Realm and reduce it to ash, should it not be strong enough. So the question is.....what will you do? Will you fight? Will you stand by and watch as everything you love be destroyed? Will you succeed? Will you fail?" 

"Hesitation is Defeat."