Kapitel 107: Khal Daegon II
(Third Person POV)
Oberyn avoided a full swing by Daegon, jumping back and blocking the follow-up as the force caused him to stumble.
There was a lot going on in the Prince's mind, especially this sudden reveal. This was not much of a reveal, but something he figured out in his mind. There was no doubt in Oberyn's mind right now; Daegon was his sister's son, the one that had supposedly died in Dragonstone during the end of the River Dragon's Rebellion.
"Aegon!" He said as he stepped back, "Listen to me!"
Daegon stepped in and shoulder-tackled him, causing him to fall onto the ground hard. He then raised his foot up and immediately brought it down for a stomp on Oberyn, hitting him in the chest.
"Agh!" Oberyn shouted in pain as he let go of his spear
"Red Viper, is this all you have to offer?" Daegon said with a serious tone as the battle ensued around them, "Pathetic."
Oberyn clutched his foot as Daegon twisted in on his chest, "Y-You..." He said, "I will not fight my own blood."
"Blood?" Daegon said as he narrowed his eyes, "What a stupid thing to say. I am not your blood. I am your doom, your people's doom. My Dragon will bring an end to not only your home, but the entirety of the Realm. Rhaegon Baratheon will die by my hands, I will make sure of it."
Oberyn was convinced that this person was his family, he was convinced that by seeing his eyes and the dragon's flame mark on his shoulder, Khal Daegon was actually Aegon Targaryen, son of Rhaegar Targaryen.
If this were true, it would change everything.
Viserys Targaryen would no longer be heir and neither would Rhaegon. The rightful heir would be Khal Daegon and some people would make that apparent.
That is, however, if Khal Daegon would make it past this invasion. And as Valerion Blackfyre had planned, the Dothraki had no future in the Realm.
Oberyn tripped Daegon with his leg and rolled out of the way as the Khal fell to the ground, another time. Daegon immediately jumped up onto his feet with an enraged look on his face as Oberyn grabbed his spear and stood back up.
"Die!" Daegon shouted as he lunged at him, swinging his arakh at him
Oberyn sidestepped and thrust the butt of his spear once again, hitting him in the chest and following it up with a kick to the stomach, spinning around and ending the combination with a final thrust of the butt of the spear, hitting him in the face, throwing him onto the ground.
"Ah..." Oberyn panted as he clutched his chest, "That's enough....that's as far as I'll fight you.."
Daegon stood up and wiped the blood from his nose, "You..." He said as he looked at him, "You will die...."
Oberyn looked at him, "There is no point in us fighting..." He said, "I....Your mother would not forgive me if I were to hurt you...."
"My Mother?" Daegon said, "My Mother will rip you limb from limb....what do you know?"
Oberyn let out an exhale as he looked down, "I don't know what happened to you...." He said, "But your Mother, your Sister....they died in that island.....aside from you.....the gods may have had a plan for you...."
"There is no plan for me other than descending upon this realm and setting it ablaze." Daegon said as he glared at Oberyn, "I will avenge my Father.....Khal Drogo...."
"I will kill everyone here."
*********
[Near Sandstone]
As waves of Dothraki riders clashed against the Dornish soldiers, there was nothing but screams that filled the air. The war cries of the horse savages were loud enough that the Dornishmen were completely intimidated.
Despite that, they fought without fear, clashing against them and giving them a good fight. The Dothraki were clearly superior in horse combat, however, the Dornishmen put up a good fight with their own riders. They also hit the Dothraki with several hit-and-run tactics, filling the advancing horse savages with storms of arrows, targeting the horses, and dismounting them.
On the ground, they would assault the dothraki with overwhelming numbers, going for quick finishes and moving on to the next one.
This tactic allowed the Dornish to maintain a good defense, keeping the Dothraki advance from spreading.
Lemonwood, Salt Shore, Hellholt, and Sandstone. These were the main points that the Dothraki forces had managed to reach, attacking anything and anyone in sight. While The Martells had clashed with the Dothraki Khal and his dragon in Lemonwood, the other Houses had put up a fight of their own.
Houses Uller and Qorgyle were putting up good fights against the hordes while House Vaith sent aid to fight the Dothraki that vanquished House Gargalan. The invasion had lasted a few days and while the Dornish had managed to stop the advance, they were suffering some losses.
In Sandstone, the Dothraki were beginning to overwhelm the Dornishmen, and more and more waves of riders stampeded through the arid lands.
A Qorgyle soldier fell to his knees as a Dothraki stampeded towards him, "Shit!" He shouted, "I-"
The Dothraki swung his weapon, cleaving through his neck and his head flew into the air as the cries of the riders filled the air.
Some soldiers looked at this and clutched onto their weapons.
"How many are there?!" one of them said, "Is this the end of us?!"
"No, we must stay strong!" another said, "It doesn't matter how many there are, we stay strong and defend our people!!!"
"But there's too many of them!!" another said
"Fill them with arrows!" an archer said as he constantly shot arrows at them
"Where is Lord Qorgyle?!"
"They are breaking through our defenses!!"
These were the cries of the Dornish, who were being overwhelmed by the intensity of the Dothraki horde. While it was valiant, them meeting them in an open field, as open it could get, they were naught but doomed to fail.
Suddenly, there was a loud roar that was heard.
Every dornish stopped momentarily and looked up, seeing massive black wings appear in the sky.
"Dragon!!" one shouted
"It's The Black Lord!!" another shouted
Up in the sky, Morghul flapped his wings as he let out another roar, Rhaegon was visible mounted atop him.
"It's Rhaegon!" a dornish soldier said, "Ser Rhaegon!!"
"We're saved!" another exclaimed
Rhaegon, who was holding onto the handles of the saddle, leaned forward, "Tch...." He said with an annoyed tone, "Bunch of savages, these Dothraki...."
Morghul then dove down, swooping towards the ground with tremendous speed as he aimed for the rear of the Dothraki advance.
The Dothraki saw the unknown dragon, unknown to them, and began to scatter as Morghul extended his wings and glided several dozen meters from the ground. His maw was open completely as it gave off an red-orange glow.
"Dracarys, Morghul!"
Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
-- Power-
Rangliste 
-- Power-
Stein