Chapter 27-Sacrifice too Little!

Chapter 29

The journey from the shores of Meereen to the shores of Kingslanding was not easy. Fighting through the blockade set up by the Slavemasters had not been easy, and in an attempt to help his friends in Meereen, Daemon had personally seen to it that a quarter of the ships had been sunk by his very hands, giving them a lifeline.

"Here," he said as he passed a purse filled with gold coins to the man in charge of the bay to mask the contents of these ships, for if it was known that so men had suddenly landed in the docks with blades and armor, it could bring undue scrutiny towards them.

Already, he had spent a day in the city, mapping out the tunnels underneath the castle as he smuggled his men into the underbelly of the city, which was becoming tenser and tenser as a host gathered in the city, one to be led by his 'dear friend' Jon Connington.'

Daemon moved away from the docks, head pulled down a massive cloak covering him from head to toe as he slid through the crowds and watched the men assemble, young boys with barely any armor on them readying themselves for war, as Jon Conningnton gave a massive speech, trying to rouse up the spirits.

"You will fail. But I will not."

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DAEMON TARGARYEN

Daemon could barely hold himself together as he stood face-to-face with her. This was her, the real her, the one he had loved all these years, with her raven black hair and sad purple eyes. This was Ashara Dayne.

"Daemon," she gasped out, tears in her eyes, hands clasped over her mouth, as they both took a step towards each other.

"You lived," she asked, and he nodded, his own eyes growing teary.

"Without you. Barely," and their steps got faster and faster until they tried to reach for one another, yet his hand simply passed through her, as if mist, and it broke him.

He turned towards her, guilt rife within him.

"I am sorry for making you go through this, but I will make it right. I promise," he said as he saw her shake her head.

"You don't have to. You have suffered enough," she said as she reached forward and he could feel the softness of her hand as she placed it around her face.

"Let me go. I cannot see you suffer anymore," she pleaded, but he shook his head.

"I have to," with that, he closed his eyes and channelled his power again.

"Wait for me," and with that, he roared.

"TELL ME WHAT I HAVE TO DO!" The whole thing cleared up in a massive storm, and Daemon found himself back in her room, with that Red God in Ashara's body sitting right there on her bed as her life crumbled away.

"You truly are a stubborn one," it taunted as Daemon's grip on his blade tightened.

"Let her go," Daemon spoke vehemently.

"I will. As soon as I do, she will die. Her body has been eaten away by the curse, leaving nothing but a withering shell behind," he said, and as if to accentuate its point, he tore off a flake from her arm, and the skin on her had charred as if thick paper.

"What do you want?" Daemon roared.

"A Dragon's heart," he said, and Daemon stilled as he suddenly heard a loud rumble tear through the castle.

ROARRR!

There was a deep roar as a massive shadow passed over the room, making him turn back. He reached for the window curtains and pulled them apart and found the castle in uproar as a massive beast circled the castle, roaring and grumbling.

Its scales were a pearly silver that glinted in the dying sunlight, and Daemon could only watch as the beast he had read so much about was right there in front of his eyes.

"Many thought that the dragons had died off, for none had seen one in more than a hundred years. And yet they forgot that, after the Dance, one of them escaped, it flew away, and when it saw the carnage all around, it chose to distance itself from humanity, flying away to a secluded island deep in the Reach. A mount once ridden by the Great Queen herself," the Red God continued in his deep voice from behind.

"Silverwing," Daemon gasped out as the dragon landed on the tower infront of him and roared massively before its eyes moved towards them. And he jumped back as its head snapped towards them, and it tore through the wall.

BOOOM!

Daemon watched its massive teeth claw out the wall, and he could feel the heat as he found himself staring into the dragon's blue, pearly, snake-like eyes.

"This could have been yours," the Red God's voice cut in from behind, like a sultry whisper of a lover.

"This and all my power. No enemy would have stood a chance against you. Your beauty would have rivaled that of the Gods. This could have been your salvation," he heard the whisper as the dragon opened its mouth.

"You can have it still," he heard him offer as the Red God stumbled in front of him and the dragon's mouth lit up.

"All you need to do is give up on her and kneel," Daemon's heart raced as he reached for his blade, and at that moment, he saw those eyes shift, and in a blink, the fire in them vanished only to replaced by the pure sad amethyst of Ashara.

"I am so..."

And at that moment, the dragon opened its maw and filled the room with a massive firestorm.

ROARRR!

"DAEMOONNNNNNN!""YOUR GRACEEEE!"

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ARTHUR DAYNE

Arthur Dayne had been downstairs visiting their father when suddenly, a deep rumble began to shake the castle. And he rushed out of the room and ran to the yard only to find a massive shadowy figure looming over the castle encircling it as everyone just stood there gawking at the massive beast that had taken to the skies above Starfall.

"Seven Hells," he gasped out as he saw the massive beast roar, its wing span leaving behind a shadow that covered nearly half of the castle, and he watched as a bunch of men ran towards him.

"That is a dragon," Oswell Whent, his brother from the Kingsgaurd, spoke as he joined him.

"Yeah," he replied too awestruck to formulate another sentence.

"But I thought they were all dead," Ser Oswell said, and at that moment, he recalled a conversation from years ago, when he was young and had joined Ashara and Daemon in one of their picnics.

And in that meeting, Asahra had told him of a secret, laughing in the sunlight, head buried in Daemon's lap as they laughed merrily.

~"Do you know, brother, that despite popular belief, Dragon's mat not really be extinct," she had said, making him frown.

"How?" he had asked. And she had looked up at Daemon with an indulgent smile.

"Daemon here told me that the historians often forget about one dragon, an adult dragon that survived the Dance and vanished into oblivion later. The Dragon of Queen Alyssane herself...."~

"Silverwing," he gasped as he saw the dragon lower itself onto one of the towers and roar, and immediately, his heart stopped as he recognized the Tower.

"Daemon!" he gasped and broke into a stride as he ran towards the castle. His muscles strained as he pushed himself, praying to any God that would listen so that he may make it in time.

He jumped through the stairs, hearing massive screams and shouts all around as the castle guards mobilized. He ran towards the door to Asahra's room and swung it open.

"DAEMON!" "YOUR GRACE!" Both he and Whent roared as they saw the scene inside. Daemon stood there, sword in hand, in between a literal storm of fire, shielding someone.

"Ashara," he recognized. He was about to jump forward when he suddenly heard a shout.

"No, you will die if you step in," Whent held him back. He watched as the dragon's fire made Daemon's armor gleam golden as he turned towards him.

"Sword!" he roared, and Arthur loosened his blade and threw it towards him instinctively.

Daemon had a blade of his own which he held infront of him, and as if imbued with magic, the blade was as if it cut through the massive storm of fire, protecting Daemon, who caught the sword he had thrown and, in a swift motion threw it like a spear at the beast spewing the hell storm.

"SCREEECH!"

The beast screeched in agony as it stopped spitting the storm and writhed its neck in the air as he and Whent rushed towards Daemon.

"Your grace, we need to get away from here. The guards will buy us time," Whent said. He saw the King shake his head as he tenderly picked up Ashara's limp form and placed it back on the bed. His clothes had burn marks on them, and the armor was hot enough to boil the water he had splashed on it to cool it.

"I am afraid that will not be possible," Daemon gasped out with a huff as he stood up and walked towards the massive hole in the tower. The dragon writhed in agony, thrashing its head into the castle as it bled out of one of its eyes.

"I must slay this beast," he said, and both he and Whent looked at one another.

"Your grace, that is a dragon. We are not prepared enough to deal with it. The horses are re..."

And yet, as he watched Daemon's gaze focus on the beast, sword in hand, he knew that he could do nothing to stop it. That his mind was made.

"Have them prepare spears and swords," ordered the King as he stepped back a few paces, and both he and Whent paled as they realized his intentions.

"NO..." "NOOO..."

Both of them shouted in vain, yet the King had broken into a stride before they could move an inch, and he watched as he jumped out of the massive hole in the wall and raised his sword.

"AGHHHHHH!" Daemon's scream rang all over the castle, and he watched as he plunged his blade into the beast's shoulder, right where its wing erupted out of its body and cut down as the dragon screeched in agony as blood splattered all around, and its hold on the towers weakened and it began to descend to the ground.

ROARRRRR!

The beast's screeches literally tore up the castle, and he watched as its claws ripped through parts of the towers before it hit the ground with a thud yet now its silver skin was marred by blood, as one of its wings now lay crooked beside it, making it seemingly impossible for it to take flight.

"We have to go!" Oswell's command broke him out of his trance, and he rushed out of the room only to find someone else already there.

"Allyria," his sister was there, with a flushed face and carrying an object he had not seen in years.

"Take this," she said as she heaved, and this was the sword of House Dayne.

Dawn, forged out of the heart of a dying star it was a blade unlike any other in the Seven Kingdoms, the wielder of it claiming the title of the Sword of the Morning.

Once upon a time, he had wielded it with honor and prestige, yet now he felt his resolve shake as he saw it once more, feeling himself a taint on the blade for the sin he had committed with it.

"If not for yourself, then do it for Daemon. For Ashara," she pleaded, and he resolved himself. He took it and ran after Ser Oswell.

"Be safe," he said to her as a parting word as he ran down the stairs and into the yard and watched the absolute mayhem there.

In agony, the dragon was roaring and spewing fire all around thrashing itself against towers and walls. One of its wings had been nearly torn off, and it continuously bled through the wound as it thrashed all around.

"Shield WALLL!" Oswell screamed as he tried to get the guards to line up with their shields, as he saw the figure of their King running out of the dust cloud.

"Spear!" he roared, and the men rallied at his call as they threw him a spear.

He watched as Daemon caught the spear, jumped into the air, and, with a twist, threw it with all his might at the beast. He saw it fly through the air as it hit the beast on the side, hitting it on one of its scales.

"ARCHERS LOOOSE!" Whent roared as a dozen or so archers loosened their arrows at the beast as they approached Daemon, who had lost half his armor and was covered in Dragon blood from head to toe.

"We need to bring it down. Take down its legs," he heard Daemon order, and he nodded.

"Let me do it," Oswell added, but Daemon shook his head.

"No, you provide cover and get the men organized. Arthur,"

"I will do it," he added as he reached for Dawn's hilt and took it out of its scabbard.

Both of them stood side by side as the dragon screeched and roared as hundreds of arrows were fired at it from all sides, and yet he stilled for a second as he felt that eye narrow onto him, that snake-like slit eyes gazed at them as the beast opened its maw, and he readied his heart as he heard Daemon's order.

"NOW!"

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