Chapter 330

SER STAFFORD LANNISTER

BOOOMMM!!!!

He was woken out of his slumber with the sound of the explosion.

The eyes were wide open as he frantically looked around his tent. Everything was just fine.

The Riverlander whore he had been sleeping with looked around in fear before she quickly took her dress and left the tent.

He looked at his armor.

BDAAMMMM!!!

Another explosion rang out. This time he was more coherent and realized that the sound of explosion came from the North. The other side of the river where his son and the Lannister main Command center was located.

He looked at his armor once again.

There was no time to wear it.

He quickly wore his gambeson and breeches. The commotion outside his tent was getting louder so he quickly picked up his sword and left his tent.

He looked to the North and his heart fell.

The place where the Command center was located had gone up in flames.

And above that…

"D…dd… dra… DRAGONS!!!" The soldier beside him shouted and then dropped his spear and ran "RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!! DRA…" the man's words were abruptly cut short as he collided with a horse whose tail was on fire and was then promptly trampled by the other horses behind him.

His eyes widened in fear and he jumped to the side.

The horses passed a few feet from him and toward the river.

He noticed that their hair and tails were in fire.

Green Fire.

His mind whirled in confusion as he got up and looked at the place where the command center used to be.

His heart was filled with grief at the thought of his dead son.

"…ot dragons." A man said from beside him.

He turned and stared at the man.

It was Lord Gawen Westerling.

"What?" he asked.

"Those are not dragons." The man said "They don't breath fire. The man atop those creatures are throwing something. The Fire is Green in color. It must be wildfire."

He continued to stare at the man, wondering how the man thought that he would find such information interesting when his son was dead.

"M'lord. M'LORD!!!"

Someone else asked for his attention.

He turned around and his stomach sank to his knees as he took a good look at his camp once again.

The Southern part of his camp was filled with smoke and fire.

That was where they kept their horses.

The horse with the flaming tail suddenly made sense.

"M'lord… There…" the man shouted and pointed in the distance.

He squinted and then his eyes widened.

The howl of the wolves echoed in the camp.

The earth shook and then thousands of horse riders charged into the camp.

His words were stuck in his mouth.

"M'lord. What should we do?" someone asked.

He gulped and his eyes went toward the Northern camp once again.

He remembered the words of Lord Westerling. The not-dragons had bombarded the whole army camp with wildfire. Chaos and death reined in the army that was once commanded by his son.

His son who was now dead.

"My lord." Someone else shouted.

"Ser Stafford." Someone shouted "Come to your senses. We need you to lead the men."

He turned and saw that it was Lord Tytos Brax.

He gulped and looked at the chaos.

Could it even be salvaged?

He had to try at least.

For his son.