Fire And Gold

chapter 6: Battle for Casterly Rock

(Casterly Rock 110 A.C)

Jason Lannister the Lord of Casterly Rock was currently in his study wearing his red robes, secured with a golden sash. He was going over the report for this year's crop yield, sending their portion to kings landing.

A muffled voice called out to him from the other side of the door, piercing the blissfulness of his quite study and getting an annoyed groan in response.

"My lord!" Jason got up from his seat making his way to the door.

Failing to notice the wind becoming more powerful.

"What is it." Jason yells and opens the door to see a frighten guard that looked ready to piss himself.

Jason knew immediately something was wrong." Well out with it, what's got you so frighten that..."

*shriek* a roar like Jason has ever heard shook the entire castle. Getting serious he rushes past the guard making his way to the nearest vantage point his man following him.

"My lord a Dragon was spotted off shore it's headed hear!"

"Is it Targaryen."

"No sir it's not one of theirs! It too large and they spotted no rider."

"Sound the alarms and get the Garrison ready now!"

Jason looks from the guard tower feeling the strong wind blowing harshly on his face. The sky was cloudy and a storm looks to be coming. Looking over Lannisport still seeing nothing where is it.

He heard the sound of steps from behind and looked and glanced back to find his guards rushing to him.

"My lord we need to get you to safety now!" One of the guards says.

"No, I will not run get my family to safety but I will stay. Tell them to get my armor ready." Jason is now coward he will not turn tale and run. His ancestral home has never fell and he will not be the one to lose it. Moving to his chambers his servants are already waiting with his armor. It spoke of one thing only.

Gold.

It was often said that the more gold on a Lannister's armor, the higher their standing in the family, and it showed. He was the Lord of Casterly Rock, and his armor, is made of gold itself.

It was bright and shiny, with ornate lions fashioned into its design. The servants worked quick. Strapping it on but careful not to damage it.

As his lion design shoulder pad are attached a series of horns fill the air.

"Sword!" He yells. After he grabs it he runs with his armor clunking with each step. Running to the tower his looks out again. A storm had come the rain hard. The wind hot and dry somehow.

"Are the scorpions ready."

"Yes my lord!"

"My family."

"Secure in the rock."

Looking around he could see the Garrison in the yard and the wall. Archers and spearmen rush to the gates or their towers. Scorpions are loaded prepared to be fired.

"Any sign of the beast since being spotted."

"No, it went up into the clouds. We haven't seen it since."

Not good. Jason thought. A unseen threat is a dangerous one. A loud clap of thunder fills the air. The air is tense none but the commanding officers spoke.

The air is silent. The rain increases the winds stronger making the hollowing wind the only sound.

"ROAAAAAAR!"