Chapter 3: The downfall of a great nation

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Author's Note: This will be a continuation of the last chapter. Anything that is placed in bold letters I got that from the book. This will be a very long chapter so braze yourselves because for the next few chapters I will be exploring the wars that will be taking place between the up and coming nation and the ghiscari downfall.

All the lords and ladies of old ghis who bore witness to that foremeable night, has claimed some sort of enchantment has befallen them.

"They say it shined until dawn, while our priestesses were enamoured by their gold and silver that they polish. That the array shined just as bright as the harpy that stands above us ".

Outside the throne room stood the monstrous beast. "A harpy made of hammered bronze. Twenty feet tall she reared. She had a womans face, with gilded hair, ivory eyes, and pointed ivory teeth. She had such heavy breasts, but in the place of arms she had wings of a bat, her legs were the legs of an eagle, and behind her, she wore a scorpions curled and venomous tail. The symbol stood tall with a heavy chain dangling from her talons at each end, the harpy of old ghis also strudded a thunderbolt in her claws, as she hanged above one of the great prymaids".

Their God was nothing compared to the gold tiles that shined in the presence of the sun, in the throne room. The emperor sat tall in his chair as he watched the red streeks adorn in the sky, even now he could feel the magic. "It may have just been a fluke of light for some, your highness but it is said that one of the twin moons had burst into tears, hailing down fire and brimstones to those who reside in the valyrian peninsula. I'm afraid that our future plans will no longer be able to go into fruition".

"These accounts were given to me just a few moments ago", he informed the emperor.

"You are supposed to be my eyes and ears or am I mistaken, Vigar?" Before the man could speak the emperor spoke again. "So, where were you?" when these events occured and why was i not woken up for this "great spectacle". Or is it not as alluring as the merchants who carry the slaves upon their backs, must you have the need for the sight of their blood at the ready, with the kings name in order to bare witness to the treachery and lies before you. "How am I to believe these accounts if you yourself have not seen it?"

"These are all valid questions, your highness but I fear the question you should be asking is if the old gods will also bring forth punishment unto us for harboring the valyrian slaves who have now been put to work in the fields. Our grains are not something to be trifled with, I suggest we send reinforcemnets near the border to make sure they are no survivors. Due to their unique appearance I am afraid that I have dealt a deadly blow to the only person who could of brought forth some insight on this matter". Vigar waited for a response as he deflected the emperors questions for he feared the answer would not be pleasing.

"Those were the eyes of the bezier, only those who have fled in the dead of night could detest these theories of which you spoke of", the emperor finally said not knowing that it was not the gods speaking but the cries of the children in the forest. Who failed in their attempt to kill the sheepherders only forty of the families survived out of a hundred.

They fled to the fourteen flames as the earth shook and the lava spew from beneath their feet as the magnificent fire wyrms roose up to make an appearance. They danced above ground as they lit a path for the disheveled families who not to long ago recieved a vision of their homes being destroyed. They witnessed the destruction of their land as the stones burned their fields leaving behind holes and tiny bits of pieces of molten rock that over shadowed the cries for help. Their was no time to spear a second glance as more lava spewed and their clothes burned, to the point that mothers had to use their own children to cover their nakedness and the young ladies in the village cowered behind their husbands.

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