10 B.D. | Dragonstone
The dust had settled. But the tension remained.
Luna was still standing far too close to Daenys… grinning.
The Targaryen soldiers reacted instantly—barely had Kael moved when they drew their weapons.
Shrring.
Spears lowered. Blades unsheathed.
At the same moment, the Phoenix Guard—who had positioned themselves behind the four… well, now three, since Luna was happily standing next to Daenys—stepped forward as one. Combat stance. Ready. One wrong move… and this would turn into a massacre.
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"LOWER YOUR WEAPONS!" Aenar Targaryen's voice cracked through the air. "Can you not see that Daenys is in their hands?!" He stepped forward, pointing directly at Kael and his group. "And you—what is the meaning of this?! You ask for a meeting, and the moment you set foot on our land, you attack my youngest?!"
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Kael scratched the back of his head. "…uh." He glanced at Luna. Then at Daenys. Then back at Aenar. And finally turned… almost pleading… toward Errine. "...what now… Errine, please." He completely ignored the Targaryens.
Errine closed her eyes for a brief moment. As if something inside her had just rebooted. Then she opened them again. Calm. Sharp. In control.
"Lord Targaryen," she said evenly, "we apologize for our… overenthusiastic companion. However, if you look closely, you will notice that this is not an attack."
Aenar's expression darkened. "Not an attack?!" His voice rose. Sharpened.
"What exactly is this supposed to be then?!"
He stepped closer.
"And furthermore—who do you think you are, addressing me like this?!" His eyes burned with pride. "Even if we stand at the edge of the world… I am still a Dragonlord of Valyria! You will speak to me with respect and reverence!" A breath. Then a name.
"Vhagar."
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Beside Kael, Erlef was grinning. Not just a smile. A wide, dangerous grin. She was enjoying this. The chaos.The tension.
The story she'd be telling later.
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Then—
something moved. A shadow. Massive. Too massive.
Vhagar stepped into view and landed with a thunderous THUMP, the ground trembling beneath her weight.
Moments later, another presence emerged behind the Targaryens.
Balerion.
Black as night. Ancient as time.
Both dragons opened their jaws—
and roared.
A sound that shook the air itself. Dominance. Primordial power.
The very atmosphere vibrated.
Then…
a deep, rumbling growl.
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For everyone else…
it was just a warning.
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For Kael…
and especially for Luna…
it was something else entirely.
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Luna's face—once bright with excitement—slowly darkened.
Kael, who had just been looking at Errine, snapped his head toward her. And what he saw made him react instantly.
"Luna, don't—"
—
A crash.
Like something massive tearing through a tree. Then—
the sickening sound of bones breaking.
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Kael couldn't help himself. He looked. It was brutal. And somehow…
hilarious.
Alright… actually really damn hilarious.
And judging by the sounds coming from Erlef—something between suppressed laughter and complete loss of control—she agreed.
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If he had to describe it…
It was like a small, furious cat delivering an uppercut to a fully grown elephant.And the elephant's head snapped upward so violently…
that the rest of its body simply followed.
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Kael lost it. He started laughing. Erlef joined immediately.
Both of them earned a murderous glare from Errine.
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But Luna…
was not done yet.
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Vhagar's head had been thrown back, her massive body tilting to the side—
and before the impact of her fall even reached the ground—
Luna was already standing on Balerion's head. And then—
a clean, brutal axe kick.
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The result:
Balerion's head was slammed straight into the ground.
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Luna lifted her leg again—
ready to continue—
when a voice broke through. Shaking. "...please… stop…" Daenys.
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Luna froze. Instantly. She turned—
about to run back to her—
When another voice cut in. Deeper. Dangerous.
Like a volcano moments before eruption.
"LUNA. HERE. NOW."
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If someone had looked at the scene from afar…
it would have been absurd.
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Errine stood there, on the verge of exploding, one trembling finger pointing at the ground.
Erlef was sitting on the floor, laughing like a seal on ecstasy.
Kael, still laughing, was walking toward Daenys.
The Phoenix Guard stood firm—but some shoulders were shaking, others had turned away slightly.
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The Targaryens…
just stood there. Mouths open. Wide.
Aenar and his family looked as if their souls had collectively decided to leave their bodies.
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And the dragons?
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Vhagar lay on her side…
one eye already swelling like a battered boxer's.
Balerion…
his head half buried in the ground.
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Kael finally stopped beside Daenys. He looked down at her calmly. "Hey there, little dreamer…"
Daenys slowly turned her head toward him, confusion written all over her face.
"…why…?"
Kael smiled faintly. "Oh, that? Well… my dear—Luna is a dragon. She heard what Balerion said." A small pause. "And you… are now the little sister of a dragon."
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Daenys' eyes widened. "...said…? Balerion… what…?"
Kael could understand now why Luna liked her.
She was… pure. Honest. Unfiltered.
Even with her dreams.
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"Well," he said calmly, glancing briefly at the dragons, "when they arrived…"
"…they said something along the lines of:
'You insects will die here.'" A pause.
"And after that… they went into quite a bit of detail about how they would kill us… and my wives."
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This was the first of many meetings with the Targaryens. And probably…
the most innocent one.
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Because they were still human.
Not yet pieces… on a bloody board.