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298 AC
Summer Isles - Xon
Eragon Targaryen
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I don't know what I was expecting but this is not it, panic and blood were what came first. Then the smell of smoke filling the air as shadows pass overhead and ships go up in flames. The men we attacked quickly realized they would not be escaping and could only fight if they wanted to see tomorrow.
I pull a flaming Brightroar out of the exposed chest of an overweight man who was swinging around a hammer. No blood escapes the wound as the heat from the sword closed the wound as I pull the blade out. The man pats his chest in disbelief and I look in annoyance as he raises the hammer once more and I have to jump back.
He slumps to the ground after the weight of the hammer pulls him down, died this time I think. I keep having this problem and it is making me reconsider the flaming sword idea. I stab him once in the back of the head just to be sure before being hit with an arrow in the shoulder and turning to see my new opponent.
A falling body with a bow still clenched in its hand hits the ground as its head separates from its shoulders. The silver-haired blood-soaked woman doesn't even give me a second look as she moves to another target with great speed. Her hair remains clean and looks like moonlight as she closes the distance between herself and another archer. I know not what the archers did to piss her off nor why she has her hair down when she had it up at the start of the fight.
I put my twin out of my mind as I smack a poor attempt at putting an axe in my head away with Brightroar. The still flame-covered sword sounds like it's cutting the air as it travels to meet the strike and goes right through what it hits. Fingers and half a hand along with the top of the handle and axe head hits the ground.
The man with a bushy beard looks in disbelief at his hands that were seared shut, he likely doesn't even feel any pain. I lop off his head as his eyes widen and meet mine, his body dropping to its knees and falling over to its side.
I charge at a man who is pulling a Dornish woman down to the ground by her hair, his hand reaching for a handle at his waist. It never finds what it was searching for as I cut through both it and his side before kicking him off her.
"Here." I quickly hold my hand out to the woman as I look around us to make sure I don't get stabbed in the back.
Feeling her hand grip mine I pull her to her feet as quickly as I can and she winces in pain but I don't have time to coddle someone and leave her on her own. She will figure herself out now that she is on her feet.
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298 AC
Summer Isles - Xon
Daenerys Targaryen
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Flicking my wrist the blood on my thin blade flies off, I stop for just a moment to look around to take in the battle around me. For the most part, it seems we have them on the ropes and it won't be long until they all fall. More than half of them died rushing to the ships and either died burning alive or struck with an arrow.
I have killed everyone I can see with a bow and I am keeping my eyes wide in search of someone taking aim at the dragons. The dragons have not been hurt from what I can tell but I would rather be safe than sorry.
I shift my body to the side and quickly step closer to the person who just swung an axe at me, my sword going through their chest before I pull it out twice as fast. The feeling of killing someone is much different than I thought it would be. The smell of the dead as they soil themselves is not something I was expecting.
I expected the smell of a battlefield to be blood and fire or 'death' and instead it smells like one of the canals in Braavos. The clothes under my armor feel heavy and I feel a nasty sticky feeling where blood got on me from a beheaded man. I can't wait until this is over and I can jump in the water.
But keeping focused I make my way back to Eragons side after confirming once more no one else seemed to be using bows near us. His golden flames draw attention and pirates rush toward him only to be cut into pieces. My blade is sharp and can make quick work of someone but watching someone get their chest cut open and a burnt smell filling the air, it's something different.
I watch as a man behind Eragon rushes toward him only to meet a quick death from a spear through his side. Rhaenys yanks the spear out of the man she just ended and turns back toward the direction she came from.
I have no idea how long this has been going on but bodies litter the sands and the ships are sending flames high into the sky. The only pirates left are on the water's edge and throwing down their weapons but I don't let down my guard.
I make sure to watch our back and even run my sword through a few 'dead' people to make sure they stay dead. Would be an embarrassing way to die, stabbed by a pretending 'corpse'.
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298 AC
Summer Isles - Xon
Visenya Targaryen
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These men don't even put up a noticeable fight if I compare them to the likes of the men who trained me with a blade. If Arthur was here I doubt even ten of these men encircling him could take him down.
I shake my head and blink my eyes quickly to get something out of my eye as I parry aside a blade and then press my own to the neck of my opponent.
It only takes me a moment to realize I am not in the training yard and drive the tip into the soft exposed flesh as the man sends a plea for mercy my way. more than ten have fallen to my sword already and I make a stupid mistake like that, Arthur would be disappointed.
I think he would be proud of me up till that moment though, I am sort of glad we are doing this. This is really opening my eyes to the way a 'battlefield' is and even with all of my lessons, this is not what I expected.
Pirates running around aimlessly as they search for a way to survive, the ones who didn't burn only half grouped up. That same group is being surrounded by spearmen who are taking them out easily and showing these pirates never stood a chance.
It all felt like it flew by, how long have we even been fighting?
One moment we are waiting and the next we have them smashed and begging for their lives. I can not believe how disorganized these men were, they were doomed to fail if any structured force attacked them.
Hearing screams from the dragons as I make my way over to the last of the pirates who are being run through I look up. Syrax breathes a bright yellow flame onto a sail that had come down and had no markings on it. The deck of the ship is already ablaze and Syrax seems pleased with her work and flaps her wings to chase after her siblings.
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298 AC
Summer Isles - Xon
Shiera Targaryen
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I watch as the dragon's circle above the ship I am on and slowly descend to land on the boat. I was almost worried for a moment when I saw them all turn to fly toward the ship I am on. I half expected them to light this ship on fire as well but they are seemingly exhausted and are falling onto their sides to rest. I sit on my knees on the rough wooden deck and run my hand over Arrax and my fingers glide over his extended wing.
He did a good job, I could see the bright white almost like moonlight flames more than I could the other flames. He made sure to set everything he was asked to on fire and then came right over to this ship to sleep.
""Good Arrax, you did well."" He trills and hot air comes from his nose as he turns his head still dragging it on the ground toward me.
A jealous Tessarion tries to push my hand up and off of Arrax and onto her own nose, I snort at her and keep running my nails along Arrax's scales.
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"Hold still it is not even that bad." I tore Eragons armor off and patted him down to asses the damage and he only has some bumps and bruises that will heal quickly.
He winces as I push two fingers on a bruise on his ribs and pushes my hand off, I doubt if it's cracked or he would have reacted a bit more.
"I got my armor off let me go speak with the others, you can check me over again when we are on the ship." I nod as I stand up and he slips on his shirt.
He holds out his arm and I smile as I loop my arm around it and he escorts me over to the gathering of people.
Some people on the side are having a tearful reunion with their kidnapped family or lovers, a touching thing to see. The gathering has a new face from the 'captured' who we set free and she has an interesting story.
Her name is Clarque and she is the daughter of a Summer prince from the Red flower vale. She is very grateful and offered to have her father reward us, seems they are still talking with her as we arrive beside Daenerys.
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298 AC
Summer Isles - Xon
Eragon Targaryen
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I kiss the top of Danny's head and the taste of salt water on my lips explains why she looks like she got washed. The blood from the battle no longer visible on my warrior Princess, I am kind of disappointed.
"Well we won't need any support from him to start with, we will be challenging the prince of Ebonhead. I just want you to put in a good word for us with your father when we start uniting all of the Summer Isles. I will not stand by and let pirate attacks and slavers continue to pester our lands and steal our people." Nata gets heated as she speaks with this Princess from the red flower vale.
The younger woman looks almost taken with Nata as she looks at her with excitement, she will likely try to get her dad to support us out of her hatred for pirates.
"I will convince my dad, so long as we are not kicked off our lands I don't see him denying if you have the strength to back up your plan. When are you starting all of this?" Danny's hand slides down my arm and her fingers lace together.
"Once we leave here and regroup near Ebonhead, maybe a week or two at most." Nata responds and the girl nods thoughtfully.
"I see, I can try to get him to send some men to help you and he should approve. Not only did you save me he also has a long grudge against Xenioa and would like to see him kicked down." As Nata continues her conversation I spot Ellaria talking with some men and wonder how badly our numbers got hit.
Looking around the dead is almost entirely pirates but I also see a few Dornish spearmen here and there. I feel a bit of guilt knowing this happened because I started this in motion but I crush that down. I will likely lead people too much worse and lose many more to achieve my goals, this is only the start.
Taking a deep breath I let go of Danny's hand and make my way over to ask her about it.