The Breaking of the Coalition
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I. Dawn Before the Storm – POV: Leonidas
The field stretched wide and bloody in promise.
Fifty thousand men stood across from him — banners of Pentos, Tyrosh, and Volantis whipping in the wind. Hired spears, sellswords in gaudy armor, mercenaries with no loyalty but coin. Their campfires had burned through the night, and their horns now called them to war.
Leonidas stood before his phalanx — bronze shields gleaming, crimson cloaks rippling, spearpoints glittering like a forest of steel. Three thousand Spartans stood unflinching, the core of the empire. Behind them, twenty thousand Dothraki, transformed from raiders into riders of discipline, waited like wolves straining at the leash.
He lifted his spear high. The men fell silent.
"Today, we stand not as Spartans, not as Dothraki, not as freedmen of the cities. Today we stand as one! Fire and bronze against gold and greed! Today we show the world what cannot be broken!"
The roar shook the plain.
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II. Clash of Titans – POV: Coalition Commander (Magister Belarro of Pentos)
Belarro sneered from his warhorse. "Peasants and slaves in bronze. They think themselves soldiers."
He raised his gilded mace. "Crush them! Drive them into the river!"
The coalition surged forward — fifty thousand against twenty-five thousand.
But then the earth shook.
"Shields!" Leonidas roared.
Bronze slammed into bronze. The phalanx locked as one. Spears thrust forward. The coalition charge broke upon them like waves against cliffs.
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III. The Phalanx Holds – POV: Spartan Soldier
The soldier's arms burned, but he held the shield firm, his spear stabbing again and again. Sellswords screamed as they impaled themselves on unyielding bronze. The line shook, but did not falter.
"Hold!" came Leonidas' thunder. "Push!"
The phalanx surged forward, shields ramming, spears piercing. The mercenary vanguard collapsed, trampled beneath the bronze tide.
For the first time, the coalition realized they were not fighting slaves. They were fighting Spartans.
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IV. The Crimson Horde – POV: Rakharo
Rakharo wheeled his horse, crimson cloak snapping. Behind him, ten thousand Dothraki riders thundered in formation, no longer a wild mob but a disciplined wedge.
"Ride!" he bellowed.
They crashed into the coalition flank. Bows sang. Spears struck. Where once the Dothraki would scatter, now they circled, herding enemies into death traps.
The coalition's cavalry tried to counter — but their mounts panicked at the disciplined shrieking riders, and broke apart.
"Khaleesi!" they screamed in terror, as Daenerys' banner of dragon and spear rose over the horizon.
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V. Fire From the Skies – POV: Daenerys
Her three dragons perched upon her arms, still small but fierce. The black one shrieked, wings beating.
"Fly," she whispered, casting them into the wind.
They soared clumsily at first, but then steadied. Their cries split the sky. A jet of fire burst from the black's mouth, striking a coalition wagon. The flames consumed the siege weapons and the slaves bound to them.
The army faltered.
"Dragons!" men screamed. "The dragons have returned!"
Panic spread like wildfire.
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VI. Duel in the Chaos – POV: Leonidas
Through the smoke, Leonidas saw Belarro, the Pentoshi commander, rallying his men. Rage flared. He lowered his spear and charged.
The magister swung his mace, roaring. Leonidas blocked with his shield, sparks flying, then drove his spear through Belarro's gilded breastplate. The man gurgled, choking on his own pride.
Leonidas tore the weapon free, lifted it high, and roared: "Their master is dead!"
The coalition's resolve cracked.
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VII. The Rout – POV: Coalition Soldier
The soldier dropped his spear. Around him, men fled — trampled, cut down, burned. The phalanx advanced relentlessly, shields crushing, spears stabbing. The Dothraki circled like vultures, picking off stragglers.
Above, the dragons wheeled, small but terrifying, their cries turning fear into madness.
The coalition broke. Fifty thousand became a river of panic, drowning itself in its own terror.
The Spartan Empire had held. And more — it had destroyed.
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VIII. Aftermath – POV: Daenerys
The battlefield smoked with corpses. The river ran red.
Daenerys walked among the fallen, her dragons perched on her shoulders, hissing at the stench of blood. Soldiers knelt as she passed, whispering Mhysa, Basilissa, Dragonmother.
Leonidas joined her, his spear dripping with gore, his face streaked with ash.
"It is done," he said simply.
She looked at him, her violet eyes burning. "No. It has only begun."
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IX. The World Reacts
Braavos
The Iron Bank seethed. "We invested in the coalition," one banker spat. "And she burned it to ash."
Volantis
The Red Priests sang louder than ever: "The Mother of Dragons rises! The Lion of War stands beside her!"
King's Landing
A raven arrived. Varys unrolled it with trembling fingers. Three words burned across the parchment: Dragons. Coalition broken.
Ned Stark's face hardened. "If this is true… then the game has changed."
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X. Closing Scene – The Oath of Fire and Blood
At nightfall, atop the walls of Sparta Nova, Daenerys stood beside Leonidas.
Below them, soldiers feasted. Above them, the dragons cried, wings beating against the starlight.
"We broke them," Leonidas said. "And we will break the rest."
Daenerys turned to him, her hair shimmering silver in the firelight, her voice quiet but fierce.
"Then let it be known — the age of kings and magisters is over. The age of fire and bronze has begun."
The roar of the army answered her words.
The world would never be the same.