Chapter 10: Desolation of Myr

105 AC

Skies above Myr

Flying during autumn usually meant biting cold winds that gave my warm dragon blood a run for its money or densely condensed clouds that leave you drenched. But in Essos that is not so, it is cold but not as cold as it would be in the Riverlands or King's Landing which was fortunate and my armor kept me relatively warm than what it would be in riding leathers.

As Caraxes and Sheepstealer cut through the air above the clouds, I thought about the fallout of my crazy plan, while it was a given that this would break apart the Triarchy I was still unsure of what its implications would be for me.

After what I would assume to be around an eternity of flying, I descended a little to get a view of what the situation underneath the clouds was and to my delight, we reached Myr.

The huge sprawling city that held nearly a million people was before me, the city was completely lit up for the celebrations with lamps, lanterns, and torches burning brightly, it was beautiful and the Grand Palace stood out amongst it all, located in the center of the city, the whole palace was glowing with colored lights and most importantly the entire city was celebrating it.

It was the Hour of the Eel or perhaps the Hour of the Ghosts, but it mattered not for the whole city was partying like no tomorrow, the sound of celebrations could be heard to me atop Sheepstealer thousands of feet up in the air and it brought a grin upon my face.

I rose to back above the clouds and I saw Daemon on Caraxes looking at me, I nodded and signaled that we were in Myr and that it was time, he nodded and took off higher into the air while veering to the west as we planned.

I did the same as I directed Sheepstealer to the east, I cracked my whip above Sheepstealer's head to direct him to fly even higher into the sky and he did until I made him level before I could see black spots, I could see Caraxes beginning his descent and so I took a deep breath as I raised my whip.

With a crack of the whip, Sheepstealer descended, his wings tucked in tight, we cut through the clouds within seconds and I steer him towards my side of the Grand Palace. The wind bites even more and I can feel the g-force pressing hard on me but I don't let up and I keep to my course. And within a minute we reach the palace. I eyed one of the pavilions made for the entertainers, that is my first target.

The people on the ground are still partying and oblivious to their fiery end and it all stops when Daemon and I almost instantly make our dragons roar.

The roars echoed throughout the night sky and brought about a sudden break to nearly all partying and then I say the word that I have been meaning to say for a long time,

"DRACARYS"

Sheepstealer spreads out his wings to halt his descent and opens his maw, red hot flames come out and before those poor cunts even know it, the pavilion and everyone in it was blasted away to hell and beyond.

With a flap of Sheepstealer's wings, the fire began to spread rapidly, panic and screams of horror erupted on the ground, and I could hear the exploding of whatever Daemon destroyed through the mayhem. Sheepstealer was now merely twenty feet above the ground as I looked at the pandemonium that ensued down below.

And Then I did a strafing 360, incinerating everyone who was nearby, and then I blasted the Eastern gate, the gate was big but it wasn't big enough for the stampeding crowd and all of them being clustered together made them easy targets for me.

The lucky ones died instantly and the not-so-lucky ones didn't, they will be in the throes of unimaginable and agonizing pain until they finally die or someone's mercy kills them.

Screams of pain and terror were rampant, and the sickening smell of burning flesh and hair filled my nose but I had no remorse for them. Every flap of Sheepstealer's wings made the fires spread rapidly across the courtyard, some of the flames even got into the palace.

I caught sight of a mob of people trying to climb the walls, I cut a burning swathe through them, then I focused my attention on those on top of the walls before turning it to those below on my side, the fool who manages to jump from the thirty feet tall walls will land on the other side with either two broken legs or a snapped spine.

As I saw Caraxes turning the corner, I made Sheepstealer turn towards my right, like we had planned, Daemon and I began to convert the courtyard into a ring of fire, it was like hell on earth and I enjoyed it.

Any person that Sheepstealer caught in front of him was engulfed in flames, the tables, the pavilions, the well-trimmed bushes, the fountains, the statues, the gardens, all of it was aflame, I knew that the people outside would mostly be the low-ranking nobles of the Triarchy while the main fools in charge were inside the palace.

And when I reached the Western gate, I saw the damage inflicted by Caraxes was no different from mine, the gate was blasted and its ruins were surrounded by whatever was left of the burning corpses of those who tried to escape.

Countless charred corpses were strewn across the courtyard as Sheepstealer and Caraxes wreaked havoc, these fools knew that we had dragons, they knew full well what dragons are capable of, yet they chose to poke the dragon.

And then I turned towards the palace, the entire palace was screaming for mercy but I had none for them. I screamed in a loud voice,

"DRACARYS"

And so it began, Daemon and I begin to destroy the Grand Palace of Myr, for over an hour we bathed the entire thing in flames, and we circled the palace blasting away everything in sight, the wooden part of the palace was incinerated on the spot while the bricks and stones were blackened.

The towers were belching smoke, the central spire was aflame, and the domes were breaking apart. Fires danced across the roof burning the shit out of any poor soul on the roof this good night, be it some lonely drunk or a pair of lovebirds, they all die together.

Every flap of the wings of our dragons just spread the flames further, I think there was an attempt at surrender with a few brave souls coming out with a soot-stained, half-burnt white flag only for Daemon to wash them over in Caraxes' hot red flames. I found a few burning people who tried to escape the inferno, only for them to receive Sheepstealer's attention.

And then finally, the roof of the palace began to collapse on itself, whoever was left alive by the fire would either die of smoke inhalation or die of the collapse of the falling debris, I cease Sheepstealer's attack upon seeing the Grand Palace of Myr collapse, Daemon does the same, I fly a little bit higher to see the entire view of the burning palace.

It's beautiful.

And then the sound of pandemonium and anarchy that had gripped the city since the second we showed up finally reached my ears, I looked around to see that the area around the burning palace has been deserted while people are no doubt fleeing the city by any means possible.

Daemon and Caraxes fly off toward the docks, and the number of people who will die in Myr will soon reach the tens of thousands. The docks are bound to be filled with hordes of frantic people hoping for a way out only to find Caraxes following them with the keys of hell, even if they do get on board the ships, I have a feeling that all the ships that are not caught by Caraxes will capsize on their weight.

It doesn't matter if you are a slave or a free man, it doesn't matter if you are a beggar or a rich merchant, for, in the end, they all die, I wonder if this is what the people of Pompeii felt like when Mount Vesuvius showed it's true colors.

I fly towards the Citadel, it was a square fortress with towers at each of its four corners, to my surprise, the entire place was abandoned, not a soul in sight, talk about the negligence of duty of these soldiers, it's like they have something better to do than die.

Since I came to kill people, I might as well find other places in this city to do it and the best place to find people in a city that is undergoing a dragon attack is the gates. As I fly towards one of the gates I see massive crowds of people thronging to get out of the city.

As I fly towards the gate I can see quite a few litters and wheelhouses left abandoned and overturned in the streets. Looks like being rich doesn't help you anymore in Myr and I was under the impression that wealth is all that mattered in the Free Cities.

Oh well, time to burn them.

"DRACARYS"