บท 27: The Flames of The Black Dread
[A/N: Kind of a short chapter today. If I don't see you tonight, Happy New Years. We'll continue tomorrow with more updates. Thank you for the support.]
(Third Person POV)
Balerion descended from the skies and unto the island of Skagos, a massive shadow cast upon the already somewhat dark sky. The gargantuan figure of the Black Dread was something that anyone would be completely shocked to see.
Atop the Targaryen's ultimate power, Prince Baelon Targaryen sat on the saddle, clad in black and red armor, a black cloak fluttering in the wing that bore the Targaryen sigil. His helm was a closed one, similar to his Uncle's save for the red feathers. It was an intimidating sight, the black armor of Prince Baelon, something his Uncle Daemon commissioned for him. The large metal wings that sprouted from each side represented Balerion's own wing and the figure of his head was noticeable.
It was quite rare for Baelon Targaryen to don this armor and it would be noted that when he does, it meant that the Black Dread would fly to war. The last time he did this, Prince Baelon gave the Triarchy the biggest scare of their lives. The only reason that Baelon did not set their ships and the Stepstones ablaze is that his Father's words were still holding him back.
But right now, Baelon has made up his mind; he is Balerion's rider, the greatest power that the Realm has seen. If he wishes to make a move, so be it. He does this for the sake of his Father's reign, seeing any sign of violence and revolt against King Viserys's subjects as an insult.
Baelon looked down at the island, "Hm..." He held on the saddle as he said, "So it begins....."
"Let's show them what it means to raise their hands against us, Balerion!" He shouted in High-Valyrian
Balerion let out a deafening roar, anyone who could hear it would feel nothing but fear. He then swooped down with surprising speed, going straight for the island.
Baelon held on to the handles as he leaned forward, steeling his nerves as he was aware of what he was about to do. He had learned of the Skagosi's patterns and where they typically set themselves up. Over the past few weeks, he had employed several spies to try to infiltrate the island and with some success, he learned that in the southeastern side of the island, some war-tribes were camped out. He did not know exactly where so he was going to obliterate the entire portion.
Balerion descended faster, the island of Skagos getting bigger and bigger in Baelon's perspective. There was a bit of doubt in Baelon's mind, worrying about the innocent lives that he could potentially take. But this was necessary, he knew....
The Skagosi have already taken innocent lives and as much as he would hate it, he had to hit them back harder with overwhelming force. A clear sign of power, to give anyone else that wishes to revolt against the crown a lesson. His Uncle was right, they are getting too comfortable despite the clear power the Targaryens have. What good are dragons if the King won't use them to set an example?
Baelon was going to do this instead.
As Balerion was about to reach the island, Baelon leaned back and took in a deep breath, closing his eyes.
"Alright..." He said before opening his eyes
"Dracarys"
The Night's Watch ship and its occupants watched as Balerion descended upon the island of Skagos, unleashing a massive torrent of flames. Within a matter of seconds, they saw how a massive portion of the island erupted in pure flames. Even those on the ship, hundreds upon hundreds of meters away from the coast, could hear the sounds of screams and raging flames. They could smell burning tree, molten rock, and burnt flesh from all the way where they were.
They watched as Balerion flew above the southeastern part of the island, the light of the flames beneath him reflecting off his black scales. Even from that distance, they could clearly make out the figure of the Black Dread, his vicious red eyes emitting a glow due to them reflecting the flames' light.
No words. They had no words, the sight of Balerion was more than enough to make them think they were in a dream. His massive black wings extended outwards as he circled around in the air were so large that combined with their pure black color, one would think the dragon was one with the shadows of the encroaching night.
Balerion then let out a roar and those on the ship, while speechless, felt the reverberations in their bones. They could feel nothing but pure shock and fear, the greatest power in Westeros was in action on that night. And they witnessed what Balerion was capable of within a matter of seconds.
On the ship, the Tall Night's Watch Member was trembling slightly, "By the gods...." He said, "What a display of power...."
He then saw Balerion circled back and unleashed another massive torrent of flames, hitting the same spot and going for a continuous sweep. This added more eruptions of flames to the target that Baelon wanted to set ablaze.
"Holy hells...." the short night's watch member said, "Isn't that enough?"
"When it comes to the Targaryens and their dragons..." a voice said, "They have to use excessive force. To show us that they're in control and the only reason we live is because they allow it."
They turned around to see another member of the Night's Watch, tall and burly, with dark hair and brown eyes.
"First Ranger....." the tall one said
The First Ranger narrowed his eyes, even from this distance, the reflecting of the flames was visible in his solemn eyes.
"Torrhen Stark...." He said, "The King Who Knelt. Many ridicule him for bending the knee to the Conqueror.....but he was wise....because there is no reason for a King to send his people to absolute death...and you know why he knelt? Saving The North from destruction?"
The Tall One looked at him, "N-No..."
The First Ranger nodded at the distance, "Because of that." He said, "That thing.....The Black Dread."
They all turned to see Balerion circling in the air, letting out another roar as he flapped his wings. There were walls of flames that reached up into the sky, emitting great heat that reached up into the air.
On that day, Baelon Targaryen had sent a message to the Skagosi.
A message that would be ignored.
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