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Capítulo 122: Chaos In The Sands II

(Third Person POV)

Syras lunged at Viserys, swinging her sword at him, only for it to be blocked by the Prince. 

"Tch!" Viserys said as he pushed her back, "You think you'll stand a chance by facing me?!" 

As she stepped back, Viserys moved in but Syras thrust her dagger at his face, causing him to dodge and move to the side. Syras then braced herself and swung her sword upwards, forcing Viserys to parry as she followed up with another dagger thrust which he was able to block but stepping back. 

Syras then proceeded to unleashed a flurry of swings from both sword and dagger, spinning around and pivoting as she did so, hitting Viserys from all sides. The Prince was skilled enough to block and parry all of the attacks, but was mostly put on the defensive. 

Syras threw a kick to his stomach, buckling him and followed up with another one to the face, staggering him back. 

"Agh!" Viserys said as Syras swung her sword at his neck

Viserys blocked the blade and spun around, hitting Syras with his elbow in the cheek, reeling her back. 

"You wretched woman." He said as he circled around her as she straightened up, "You're skilled, I'll give you that." 

Syras twirled her weapons in her hand, "As are you." She said, "I figured you for a spoiled cunt that cannot defend himself." 

Viserys chuckled, "What? You think my brother, The King, would raise me as someone unworthy of Valyrian Steel?" He said as he readied a stance, "I am the proud brother of Rhaegar Targaryen, Viserys! I am Heir to The Throne!!" 

"Or are you?" Syras said, "The rider of the Black Dragon, The Great Khal in charge of all these savages." 

"What about him?" Viserys said

"He is Rhaegar's son, Aegon." Syras said

Viserys narrowed his eyes, "Lies." 

"Not a lie." Syras said, "You must have been young during that time. What would you remember? The Dragonstone Incident? I was told all about it. It was not your nephew that was killed, it was but a random babe that was switched out by my brother. The whole goal was not just to kill Elia Martell, but to obtain her babe. Or so, Father says." 

"Your Brother? Vaegon Blackfyre?" Viserys said with a raised eyebrow

"No." Syras said, "Not Vaegon. My other brother.....well, it should not matter to you at this point. You are not the Heir, Daegon is. But would he survive this? I doubt it. He is my sister's beloved son and he is meant to be a sacrifice. You should not have come here, Prince. You and your nephew will die." 

"Rhaegon and I will not die." Viserys lunged at her, "I'll see to it that you do!!" 

"I did not mean Rhaegon." Syras said as she parried his blade

She spun around, swinging the dagger at Viserys's stomach, cutting him. This caused Viserys to stumble as he tried to gather his bearings. Syras then thrust her sword at him, which Viserys dodged to the side but she had already anticipated it. 

She rushed forwards and thrust her dagger at his stomach, plunging the blade into it as he widened his eyes. 

In a swift motion, Viserys pushed her away with one arm and swung his sword in a fast manner. Syras dodged by and was grazed in the cheek, drawing blood; a clean cut. 

"Tch..." She said as she looked at Viserys who was clutching his wound, bleeding from his mouth

"You...." Viserys said

"What do you think I was?" Syras said, "You think I was a worse fighter than a dragonrider? I admit, I was never good at Dragonriding. Not better than Vaemon or Valerion.....but I am as formidable as them with the blade, that much I do know. Why? Because our Father taught us.....it was Father who pushed me harder than he pushed them...because I am a woman. He wanted me to be the better version of them.....the superior warrior. Did I succeed? I am not sure." 

Viserys glared at her, "Come and find out." He managed, "If you can kill me, perhaps you are." 

He lunged at her, swinging his blade at her only for it to be blocked. Despite having a dagger in his stomach, Viserys's strength did not fade. In fact, he was getting what people called Battle Fever, a surge of adrenaline that allowed him to ignore the damage and pain. He pushed Syras back and swung his sword multiple times

For nearly two minutes, the two of them clashed against each other, deflecting and parrying each other's attacks. While Viserys was wounded, he was skilled enough to not allow Syras to capitalize on that. However, Syras was cutting some parts of his arms and shoulders, chipping away at him. while she was unable to finish him, she was still hitting him and she remained untouched. 

"Tch....." Viserys said, "She is formidable..." 

His movements suddenly became sluggish, preventing him from dodging properly, allowing Syras to further chip away at his legs and arms some more. Suddenly, Syras swung at his sword hard, causing it to fly away because of the strength in his arms completely faded. 

Syras then rushed in, grabbed hold of the dagger in his stomach still, and twisted it. This caused Viserys to groan in pain as he weakly clutched her wrist. 

Syras looked at him with dead serious eyes, "Do you wish to know who my Father is?" 

"T-The Dragon God.." Viserys managed weakly

Syras smiled slightly and leaned towards his ears, "Not just that..." she said softly

She then whispered something in his ears, causing him to widen his eyes in pure shock. 

"N-No....." he said, "Impossible!" 

Syras then pulled out the dagger, causing him to collapse to his knees. 

In a swift manner, she swung the dagger at his throat, cutting it up. 

Viserys clutched his throat as he looked at her with pure shock, blood pouring out. 

"You fought well, Prince." Syras said as he looked at him in his eyes, "Now it's time to sleep." 

Viserys fell to the ground as the light faded from his eyes. 

Syras then walked over to Lady Esther, Viserys's valyrian steel sword. She planted her own sword into the sand and picked the blade up. 

"Spoils of war." She said as she lifted up

She then looked to her side, seeing Obara standing in the distance, panting and looking at this sight with nothing but shock and surprise. 

"P-Prince Viserys....." She managed softly

Syras looked at her, "Oh? Another woman." She said, "Perhaps you are the bastard that Rhaegon is fucking." 

Obara's face then hardened, "You....." She said as she clenched her spear, "Do you have any idea what you have done?" 

"Killed the King's brother." Syras said, "What will you do about it?" 

"That was my beloved's Uncle." Obara said, 

"You will pay." 


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Capítulo 123: Chaos In The Sands III

(Third Person POV)

Khal Daegon lunged at Rhaegon, swinging his arakh down hard at him. Rhaegon blocked the blade and kicked him in the chest, reeling him back. He then followed up with a vicious shoulder tackle that further stumbled him. 

Daegon then stopped himself and jumped up, swinging the blade down as Rhaegon parried it, pivoting to the left and countered with a spinning slash at the stomach. Daegon blocked the blade and tilted his blade, causing Rhaegon's to slide down the curve of the Arakh. 

He then twisted it, pushing Rhaegon's sword downwards as he immediately swung his arakh at Rhaegon's neck. Rhaegon ducked down and backed away in a swift manner, dodging Daegon's follow up by stepping further back. 

As he stepped back, he bumped into a Dothraki who was finishing off a Martell soldier. The Dothraki turned around and swung his blade at Rhaegon, who ducked and countered with his own slash, the valyrian steel cutting open his entire body. 

As the Dothraki collapsed to the ground, Rhaegon blocked Daegon's blade; he had launched himself at Rhaegon for an aggressive swing. 

"He is my Prey!!!!" Daegon bellowed in Dothraki, "Anyone who dares take him, will be cut down!!!!" 

The warning was heard throughout the battlefield, a massive area was made for the two of them to fight in as the rest of the Dothraki and Dornishmen were still fighting. The Martell soldiers had received a major blow to their morale when they saw Oberyn's lifeless and headless corpse but the sound of Morghul's roaring and the sight of Rhaegon fighting the khal was able to give them confidence in the fight. 

Rhaegon pushed Daegon back by kicking him on the chin and tackling him yet again. As Daegon stumbled, Rhaegon thrust his sword quickly as Daegon dodged it and as he pulled it back, Rhaegon blocked a quick swing from Daegon. Rhaegon then proceeded to swing his sword in a vicious manner as Daegon blocked it and sidestepped, countering with his own. The sight of these two engaging in a serious duel was enough to make some dothraki and dornishmen stop and merely watch. 

Daegon spat on the ground as he twirled his blade in his hand, "You're not bad." He said in a thick Dothraki accent, "Rhaegon Baratheon. I can see why my Father lost against you. His Bloodriders mentioned he was fatigued by already killing those who had challenged him." 

Rhaegon gave him a serious stare, "Your Father, Khal Drogo, challenged me to a duel." He said, "I killed him in a fair fight. I do not need excuses." 

"It is not an excuse." Daegon said, "It is fact." 

Daegon lunged at him yet again, swinging his blade diagonally only for Rhaegon to parry the blade and rush past him. As he was behind Daegon, Rhaegon kicked him in the back, pushing him forward. As he straightened up, Rhaegon caught a glimpse of the dragon's flame mark on Daegon's shoulder. 

"So it's true...." He said, "That's Rhaegar's mark.....No....I must not falter....he is the enemy.....I need to fight him and win!" 

Daegon turned around, swinging his arakh at Rhaegon who parried it yet again. However, Daegon rushed into Rhaegon and swung it again, causing him to step back to avoid it. As Rhaegon was caught off-guard, and forced in the defensive, Daegon swung his blade multiple times, getting parried by Rhaegon who maintained his composure. 

Rhaegon then pivoted to the right and quickly rushed in, going for a sword thrust. Daegon spun around to avoid it, getting to Rhaegon's left and swinging his blade upwards diagonally to the left. Rhaegon merely leaned forward to feel the pressure of the blade swinging inches from the back of his head. 

He then sidestepped as Daegon swung his blade yet again, parrying it with Fury as he maintained his guard. 

Daegon kept the pressure up, and despite being wounded, he was able to keep Rhaegon on the defensive for a couple of seconds, trying to find a quick opening to capitalize and give him a serious wound. But Rhaegon was no ordinary swordsman, he was someone who was taught by the best of the best; Ser Arthur Dayne and Barristan Selmy. Despite not being on their level, Rhaegon was one of the best fighters in The Realm, making any other warrior look like a joke. 

And here is where this started. 

As Daegon swung his arakh, Rhaegon quickly deflected it, moving to the side so swiftly that it looked like he never took a step, merely appearing there. He swung his sword at Daegon, who was barely able to dodge it, the tip of Fury cleaving slightly through his midsection and dealing a small cut. 

The Khal swung at him multiple times, all of the swings easily dodged by Rhaegon who casually moved to the side, his footwork was so precise and calm that people assumed he had been possessed in that moment. All while holding Fury close to him, in a stance that would allow him to block or swing at a moment's notice. 

Rhaegon stepped forward as Daegon swung his sword, deflecting his blade quickly and spinning clockwise for a slash. Daegon stepped back but much like his midsection, he was grazed yet again in the chest. Rhaegon swung his sword at Daegon who was able to deflect it, but the power of his swings caused him to stumble and as he tried to counter, his blades were quickly parried by Rhaegon who marched forward, swinging and parrying in such a manner those that watched thought the was some sort of inhumane demon. 

There was a dead serious look in Rhaegon's eyes, his breath was being held as he focused solely on taking Daegon down. 

Daegon tripped on the severed limb of a dothraki, stumbling back as Rhaegon was about to swing at him. 

Rhaegon stopped himself as Daegon panted, multiple cuts on his body and bleeding. 

"Why did you stop?" Daegon asked as his hand was hung down, his eyes glaring at Rhaegon

"It won't be clean." Rhaegon said

"Clean?" Daegon said, "Fuck Clean!" 

"I'm a Knight above all." Rhaegon said as he assumed a stance, "Come." 

Daegon spat on the ground, "I will kill you. You killed my Father, made my Mother cry." He said with pure anger, "I care not of what happens to this land. So long as I kill you, rape those who you care about, I don't care what happens at all!!!" 

"Such a shame...." Rhaegon said

Daegon lunged at Rhaegon and swung his blade at him only for it to be parried easily. Rhaegon then hit Daegon with the same riposte he had hit Khal Drogo with; a sword thrust in the chest. Fury pierced the Khal through his chest, blood dripping down the tip. 

Rhaegon let out an exhale as Daegon dropped his weapon on the sand, the Khal's hand clutching the side of Rhaegon's head, trying his best to grip it tightly but the strength slowly fading. 

"Y-You....!!!" Daegon said with pure hatred in his eyes, "You...!!!!!!" 

Rhaegon looked at him with nothing but sorrow in his eyes, "The gods will know what I am....should it be true, Aegon....." He said softly, "But.....it had to be done....for the sake of this realm.....you had to...I'm sorry...." 

Blood came out of Daegon's mouth, "I-It is not over...." He managed, "I am no fool...we.....are not meant to make it past this wretched place.....that thing....he used me....." 

"I know," Rhaegon said

"V-Valerion.....Vaemon...Syras...." Daegon said as his body went limp, Rhaegon lowering himself to his knees, "Vaelor...B-Blackfyre...they are my Mother's.....siblings..." 

Rhaegon pulled Fury out of his chest and set Daegon down.

"Yea....?" Rhaegon said

Daegon looked up at him, "This is my curse to you, Rhaegon...." He said softly, "You are.....a K-Kinslayer...." 

Rhaegon sighed, "I know." He said, "It's funny that a Dothraki Khal is telling me about this...." 

Deep down, he knew that Oberyn's words were true, that Daegon was indeed Aegon Targaryen, the rightful heir to the Iron Throne. But in this situation, not a lot of people would come to accept that fact. It did not matter what the technicalities were, Daegon was the enemy; he was the rider of the Black Dragon that attacked Dorne. Daegon was the Great Khal, leader of the riders who raided and pillaged many towns in Dorne. 

Daegon needed to die for Dorne to be satisfied. Rhaegon knew that. 

Yet, it pained him. 

He knew of what happened to Elia Martell, someone who his mother held in high regard. Someone he was sure his Uncle loved. 

And he killed her son. 

Daegon's eyes were still looking up at Rhaegon, full of hatred and rage, "I hate you...." He said before his head tilted to the side, the light leaving his eyes

"Rest now, cousin." Rhaegon said as he straightened up, "I am sorry for this. If only things were not the way they were. Perhaps you and I would have been friends...." 

"Brothers, even." 


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