– Dragons and the Coalition
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I. The Night of Fire – POV: Daenerys
The palace hearth blazed hotter than ever. Daenerys could not sleep. Her eyes stayed fixed upon the three eggs. Black. Green. Gold.
They trembled. Cracks ran like veins of light across their shells. The chamber pulsed with heat and heartbeat.
Leonidas entered, spear in hand. He froze when he saw the eggs glow like molten stone.
"It is time," Daenerys whispered.
The black egg split first, shards falling away. A creature of shadow and flame clawed its way out — tiny wings spreading, eyes burning like embers. Its cry was sharp, piercing, a sound not heard in centuries.
The green egg burst next. A scaled head emerged, tongue flicking. The golden followed, gleaming in firelight.
Three dragons. Small, weak… but alive.
Daenerys fell to her knees, tears streaming down her cheeks. She gathered them close, unburned by their fire.
"They are mine," she said fiercely. "No — they are ours."
Leonidas knelt beside her, his eyes wide but steady. "Then let the world tremble. Fire has returned."
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II. The Bells of Sparta Nova – POV: Leonidas
At dawn, the bells rang. Not for alarm, not for war — but for birth.
Citizens flooded the streets, Spartans roared from the walls, Dothraki howled from the plains. The cry spread across the empire:
"Dragons! Dragons have returned!"
Leonidas raised his hand before the assembled legions. "With these beasts, our enemies will know fear. But remember this — it is not dragons alone that make an empire. It is discipline. It is steel. It is fire and bronze together!"
The soldiers answered with thunder: shields striking, hooves pounding.
The empire was no longer just strong. It was unstoppable.
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III. The Coalition of Fear – POV: Pentos
Across the sea, the Free Cities gathered in fear.
Pentos. Tyrosh. Volantis. Even Braavos sent silent observers. They met in secret halls, voices sharp with panic.
"She has armies," a Pentoshi magister spat. "She has walls. And now dragons."
"If she consolidates," hissed a Tyroshi admiral, "she will rule the Narrow Sea itself. Westeros will be next."
Volantis' priest bellowed, "Better we burn her now than let her fire consume us all."
And so it was decided: a coalition army would march. Tens of thousands of sellswords hired. Fleets prepared. Gold flowed like rivers to buy steel enough to match an empire.
They would strike before the Spartan Empire grew too great.
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IV. Westeros Reacts – POV: King's Landing
In the Red Keep, ravens arrived. Dragons. Armies. A capital city with two walls.
Robert Baratheon laughed, wine spilling from his goblet. "Let them play at empire. They'll break each other before they cross the sea."
But Varys' soft voice slithered: "Three dragons, Your Grace. Not hatchlings in a story, but real. The world remembers dragons."
Ned Stark frowned deeply. "If it is true, then Westeros is not ready."
Littlefinger only smiled. "Perhaps… but opportunity rarely knocks twice. A storm may be coming, and storms can be ridden."
The game of thrones was shifting, though the king did not see it.
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V. The Council of War – POV: Daenerys
In Sparta Nova's great hall, Daenerys and Leonidas convened their council. Maps spread across the bronze table, marked with enemy banners.
"They come with fifty thousand," Rakharo reported. "Sellswords, mercenaries, and slaves bought with Pentoshi gold."
"Fleets, too," added a Myrish admiral. "They mean to choke us from sea and land."
Daenerys stroked the black dragon perched on her arm, its wings fluttering weakly. "Let them come," she said. "We are not afraid."
Leonidas leaned forward, eyes like steel. "We will not wait behind walls. We march out. We break them before they ever touch our city. The phalanx will shatter their lines. The horsemen will burn their camps. And when they falter—"
Daenerys finished: "The dragons will feast."
The council erupted with roars of approval.
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VI. The March – POV: Rakharo
The Spartan Empire marched.
Spartans in bronze ranks. Dothraki in crimson cloaks. Siege engines creaking. Banners snapping silver and red.
At the center, Daenerys rode with her dragons perched on her shoulders, small but fierce, their cries echoing over the plain.
The coalition would not find an empire cowering in walls. They would find an army marching to meet them.
And with each step, the chant rose:
"Fire and Bronze! Fire and Bronze!"
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VII. The Battle Begins – Closing Scene
From a hilltop, Leonidas and Daenerys looked down upon the coalition host. Fifty thousand strong, banners of every Free City snapping in the wind.
Leonidas lifted his spear, his voice carrying like thunder.
"Today, we show the world what it means to face Sparta!"
Daenerys raised her arm. A jet of flame erupted as the black dragon spat its first gout of fire, small but fierce, catching the wind. The enemy host recoiled in terror.
The war horns blew. The phalanx advanced. The Dothraki screamed. The coalition roared back in defiance.
And above it all, three tiny dragons beat their wings, heralds of an age not seen in centuries.
The battle for Essos had begun.