A tale: Reborn in Westeros

Chapter 33

Aegon Targaryen ~ Summer Sea, south of Dorne

Strong winds fill the sails, and the sun starts to dip below the horizon as we sail towards our enemy. Euron Greyjoy is more dangerous than I expected. It is not the one I am very familiar with, which makes me nervous. Harry is braver than I first thought, but it is clear that he is not the greatest military men in the world. Even so, he has a good mind when it comes to organizing. Yara has been hard at work to prepare our fleet. It is as ready as can be. I hope it is enough. It must be, but I worry what kind of tricks this Euron has in store for us. He clearly knows what he is doing.

"Your Grace," Harry and Yara greet me from behind. I turn around to face them. "Harry, Yara, what's the status of the fleet and the men?" I ask him. "All report ready, Your Grace. We can immediately-" Harry says before Yara interrupts. She visibly pales a little as her eyes grow wide. "Fuck... he's here!" She says as she points to the horizon. "What?!" I say in disbelief. My head snaps to the horizon. Dread fills me and my hairs stand straight up. Euron's fleet is absolutely huge. Thousands of ships dot the horizon as we stare in shock at it.

"Harry, make ready the men, now! Yara send the signal to form up," I command them. Harry immediately walks away. Even I can tell he is dreading this battle. I saw his nervous sweat as I saw him walk away. "Aegon, they outnumber us greatly. Tell me you have a fucking plan," she asks as we walk together. I feel my heart beating fast, my skin tingling with fear, my palms sweating.

I stop and turn my head to look at Yara. "How? I will tell you how! I will fucking burn them to the debts of the sea! And you, what are you doing? Scared and trembling in your boots? You're Ironborn, not some washed up puppy! Now grow some balls and pay the iron price," I say with a deep and defiant voice. I look to the sky and whistle. Yara's face slowly turns hard and her eyes full of fire. "What is dead may never die..." she says softly before turning to her crew. They look worried and scared.

"Men, time to take what's ours. Are we not Ironborn?! We pay a price. The Iron Price. One that is paid with steel and blood. But pay it we will! To victory!" She says as her crew yells with unsheathed swords and axes. We then hear a thunderous sound echoing through the sky. The flapping of large and strong wings can be heard and seen. Viserion descends towards the ship and I climb on his back. Harry walks towards Yara and they look at me.

"I will fly ahead and burn as many as I can! Focus on the center and right flank, I will start at the left and make may way through the fleet. Hoist the yellow flag if you have need of me. To victory, my friends! Valahd!" I exclaim and fly towards the sky. Viserion roars defiantly with anger as he sees the fleet. Loud cheering can be heard as the Ironborn and men of the Golden Company see the dragon. I take a deep breath and steel myself.

As the fleet, slowly, comes into view I realize how massive it is. Even high in the air, I barely see the end of the fleet. It must be ten times larger than ours. My hand strokes the scales of Viserion. "Alright, my friend. Burn them to ashes. For me, for your brothers, for Daenerys," I say in Valyrian to Viserion. He roars as a small flame escapes his mouth. The first ships are nearing and Viserion already starts to heat up...

In the end, I had slightly longer than half an hour before the fleets met. The left side of Euron's fleet is devastated. Viserion made short work of it. Ships are burning or on the bottom of the sea. The balance may be more even, but we need to either take out Euron or they need to surrender. However, they seem unwilling to give up any time soon. In conclusion, either kill Euron or burn more ships. Every ten minutes or so, I look towards Yara's ships to see how she is doing. After burning another five ships, I look at Yara's ship once again. A yellow flag is flapping in the wind. I take a deep breath and fly with Viserion towards Yara.

As Yara's ship comes into view, I notice she has been boarded by a large ship. Euron's ship, no doubt. I urge Viserion to get close to blast the ship with fire. It is then I hear the most terrible sound. As if someone is ripping my soul out of my body. My head is being crushed and stretched out at the same time. I clutch my head tightly as I scream in pain. I feel myself falling as the world is blurry and eventually black.

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Daenerys Targaryen - Narrow Sea

The Narrow Sea is relatively calm with a warm, pleasant wind. A deep sigh leaves me as I stroke my belly. It is hard to be alone at this moment. I feel it won't be long before our next child is born. This time I will probably not have Alex at my side. It saddens me, and I know he hates not being present for the moment.

"Are you well, Your Grace?" Missandei asks. I softly smile at her. "I am, it is just... I wish Alex was here to see his child being brought into the world," I answer. "We will support you, Your Grace. I hope that brings you some comfort," she says. "It does, thank you, Missandei. I now know- argh!" I grunt as a head splitting headache fills my head. My hands tightly take hold of the handrailing. In the sky, Drogon and Rhaegal roar in pain as they shake their heads.

"Your Grace? What's wrong?" A worried Missandei asks. Her arms quickly take hold of my arm to help support me. "Viserion... something is happening," I say through gritted teeth. "Viserion? What do you mean?" Missandei asks confused. My head turns to the south-west. "No... someone is trying to control him by force. Alex, please be safe..."

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Aegon Targaryen

The world spins as I look around. Many men are fighting with each other. Screams of pain, anger, frustration, and desperation fill the air. The sky is filled with black smoke, obscuring the multicoloured sky. As I look around, I notice someone walking to me. I strain my eyes to see who it is. He wears black armor, an eye patch covers his left eye, pale skin with blue lips. Euron...

"If it isn't the lost prince Aegon Targaryen. Already bowing to your king. How nice," he says with a cold smirk. "Euron... what did... you do?" I manage to say. My body hurts like hell. "I accepted your present! The dragon and I will become fast friends," he says with a laugh.

I plant one fist on the wood to push myself up. "No..." Euron raises an eyebrow. "No? What are you going to do about it, silver man?" he asks as he draws his sword. "Your fleet is doomed. Your dragon is mine! There's nothing..." Euron stops talking as he turns to the sea. "I said no!" The ship creaks and groans as it begins to shift to the left and right. Euron turns to me with furrowed brows. His confusion, fear, and anger visible on his face. "What are you?!"

"Your worst nightmare." I raise both my hands and the sea comes to life.