Chapter 1-Begining

The sun rose over the golden fields of the Black family's homestead, painting the sky with hues of pink and gold. Arthur Black emerged from the modest farmhouse, his weathered hands already busy with the day's chores. Beside him, Elara hummed a soft melody as she tended to the garden, her laughter ringing like bells in the crisp morning air.

Inside the house, Davos and Selena prepared breakfast, their voices mingling in cheerful conversation. Ameon, the youngest of the siblings, chased after a butterfly, his laughter filling the air with joy.

"Careful, Ameon! Don't stray too far," Elara called out, her voice carrying a note of gentle admonishment.

But Ameon was lost in his own world, his eyes alight with wonder as he chased after the fluttering insect. Arthur watched him with a fond smile, his heart swelling with pride at the sight of his youngest son's boundless curiosity.

As the morning sun reached its zenith, the family gathered around the table, their faces illuminated by the warm glow of the hearth. Plates piled high with freshly baked bread and ripe fruit adorned the table, a feast fit for kings.

"Another beautiful day," Arthur remarked, his voice filled with contentment as he surveyed his family gathered around him.

Elara nodded in agreement, her eyes shining with love as she glanced at each of her children in turn. "We truly are blessed," she said, her voice soft with emotion.

The hours passed in a blur of laughter and chatter, each moment a precious gift to be savored. But even as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the fields, a darkness loomed on the horizon, threatening to shatter their idyllic existence.

In the distance, the thunder of hooves echoed through the night, a harbinger of doom that sent shivers down their spines. Arthur's brow furrowed with concern as he peered into the darkness, his hand instinctively reaching for the hilt of his sword.

"What is it, Father?" Davos asked, his voice tinged with unease as he followed his father's gaze.

But before Arthur could respond, a deafening roar split the air, sending tremors through the earth beneath their feet. The ground shook with the force of a thousand stampeding beasts as the Dothraki horde descended upon them like a tempest unleashed.

Panic gripped the Black family as chaos erupted around them. Elara clung to her children, her heart pounding with fear as the screams of their neighbors filled the night air. Arthur stood tall against the onslaught, his sword flashing in the moonlight as he fought to protect his loved ones.

But even the mightiest warrior could not withstand the fury of the Dothraki. Ameon watched in horror as his father fell, his lifeblood staining the earth crimson. The world spun around him as he struggled to comprehend the magnitude of their loss.

"Father!" he cried out, his voice raw with grief as he knelt beside his fallen parent.

But there was no time for mourning. The Dothraki warriors swept through the village, their faces twisted with savagery as they captured survivors to be sold into slavery. Ameon's heart clenched with terror as he was torn from his family's grasp, his world crumbling around him.

Bound in chains, Ameon trudged alongside his fellow captives, their footsteps echoing in the silence of the night. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he clung to the memories of his family, their faces etched into his mind like shadows of the past.

As dawn broke over the horizon, casting a glimmer of light upon the desolate landscape, Ameon closed his eyes, his heart heavy with sorrow yet filled with determination. For though the road ahead was fraught with peril, he knew that as long as he drew breath, the flame of hope would never be extinguished. And so, with each passing moment, he clung to the promise of a brighter tomorrow, where the shadows of the past would fade into memory, and the light of freedom would shine once more.