A tale: Reborn in Westeros

Chapter 34

Yara Greyjoy

I stare in disbelief as I see Aegon falling from the dragon. His body soars through the sky without moving a muscle. That horn did something, causing the dragon to roar in pain and fly away. Aegon however seems to be unconscious as he crashes into the sails of Euron ships. A shudder goes through me. That will cause some bones to be broken. I turn to Theon.

"Brother, we need to save Aegon!" Theon cuts a man down while breathing heavy. "How?! We're losing!" he says, pointing to the carnage on my ship. Several have fallen or are wounded. I grab Theon and look him deep in the eyes. "No battle is lost till it is over. We need that dragon, and Aegon is the only one that can bring it back. Now, rally the men. A king needs saving!" Theon swallows before nodding.

As he rallies the men, I look around the ship. We have mostly kept Euron's men contained to their ship, but we are not in a good position. We are outnumbered and many are already wounded or killed. At least, Aegon burned enough ships to make it a fair fight. I tighten my hold on my sword as I hear a roaring war cry from my crew. I stride forward towards one of the boarding planks to save Aegon.

Minutes go by as we slowly push Euron's men back. It is a desperate fight, but we are slowly making ground. I have not seen the silver king, but what is this feeling? I block a sword and punch the man to the wooden deck. As I plunge my sword through his stomach, I take a few deep breaths. I push myself up once again and rip my sword out. Before I could find another opponent, I see a sight that shakes me to my core.

Euron walks towards Aegon that is trying to get up. It is not Euron that frightens me. It's Aegon. His face is covered in blood, his armor ripped in places, showing deep cuts with blood flowing out of it. But his face contains hatred, pure fury visibly in his eyes. It is like a demon is standing there. I almost fall to my knees as the ships starts to rocket heavily. My gaze turns to the sea and watch in shock as the once calm sea is slowly becoming wild and unruly.

I glance again at Aegon. His gaze never leaves Euron's who, for the first time that I have ever seen, looks afraid. Euron takes a few steps towards Aegon only to halt and turn in shock to his fleet. Aegon grits its teeth together with his hands clenched in fists. Silver hair wiping in strong winds. I watch in awe and slight fear at what is happening. Huge geysers emerge from the sea, breaking the ships of Euron one after another. As one geyser emerges just next to Euron's ship, I fall backwards on the ships to find some kind of cover. In an arch, the strong rushing water soars towards a horn. It soon is pushed into the depths of the sea, taking several of Euron's men with it.

I turn back to see what's happening with Euron and Aegon. I also notice is that most men of Euron are still fighting, but other ships seem to be surrendering. Afraid that the Drowned God will turn on them, I think. As my gaze settles on Euron, I see anger on his face as he readies his sword to kill the silver king. I push myself up and run towards them.

In a stroke of luck, I manage to get in time to block the sword before it hit Aegon. "Yara," Euron says with bitter hatred. I let out a painful grunt from the effort. Euron is strong and an excellent fighter. "I won't be defeated," he hisses. He pushes harder against my sword as he growls with anger. I fall to a knee as I keep my sword in place. This is bad. I can't hold this long. "Aegon... a little help," I manage to say through gritted teeth.

"Die. Die and be forgotten!" Aegon yells as a flash of gray metal shoots through the air. Euron turns his head to look at Aegon before a dagger penetrates his skull. A final breath leaves him before his body falls to the side. I let out a breath of relief. Euron's crew look in horror and shock as Euron's dead body falls to the deck, unmoving. A few moments pass as they soon drop their weapons in surrender.

I smile and look at Aegon. He breathes heavily as his entire body is covered in blood and salt water. "Did... did we win?" he asks softly, looking at me. He sways slightly as he stands in front of me. "We did! Gods, you did it!" I say with relief and happiness. "That's good..." Aegon says with a small smile and a weak voice before he collapsed. I picked him up and rush back to my ship. The men surrounding me start to cheer as many other ships join in. I may consider staying in the kingdom with rulers such as Aegon.

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Aegon Targaryen

Pain. That is what I feel. Waves of intense pain wash over me as I crunch my face and groan. "Easy, Aegon. You need to rest. Your wounds need more time to heal," I hear Yara say. I open my eyes to see my surroundings. By the looks of it, I am in my private cabin and the two Greyjoys sit at the table.

"What happened?" I ask with a strained voice. It hurts to breath and I cannot move my limbs. If I do, more pain follows. "You brought the sea to bear on Euron! It was terrifying and amazing to see," Yara says as she walks towards me. I smile softly. "I feel like shit." Yara laughs. "I bet you do. You're lucky to be alive! Not many survive so many wounds, let alone without losing a limb."

I let out a shaky sigh. "The losses?" I ask hesitantly. "Not many, but we have a lot of wounded men. We are going to Old Town for repairs and to let the measters take care of the wounded. We should arrive in a few days," Yara explained. I nod slowly in response. "Alright. Thank you, Yara. For saving me." She chuckles. "I should thank you, my king. We'd be dead if it weren't for you. Now, rest so your wounds can heal." I sigh again, closing my eyes as sleep takes me.