The Burnt Prince-GOT SI (OC x Ashara Dayne)

Part 24

Chapter 24

The burning of the Red Temple remained a mystery to many in Volantis. It would take a week for the fires to die down, it was believed that it had taken a nominal lake to put down the raging fires.

Many hailed it as a sign from the Red God himself, and the Red Priests often worshipped the very fire that burnt their very temple to a husk, many even tried to stop the efforts to put down the first, calling it an intervention to their God's work.

The damage and the catastrophe would allow the instigators to escape, with Daemon leaving Volantis the night of the burning, which would eventually become a riot in months as the Magisters and rulers of the city tried to find the men behind this great catastrophe.

Back in Meereen, the city was going through tumultuous times, the slave masters had been driven out of power yet they were not without means. The city was continuously attacked by hoards of Dothraki, or mercenary companies hired by the Wise Masters to regain control of the city.

Meereen would bleed, thousands would die, but they would hold strong.

Meereen would hold onto its freedom even in the absence of its famed Liberator, who would come to its aid once more in its most dwindling hour.

Morro watched as the hoard of Dothraki laid waste to the city, watched as their houses burnt, their men bled, and their women were taken infront of their eyes. The weeks of assault had finally weakened their defenses, and now they were suffering.

The young Khal, a man named Drogo, slew the best of their men and basked in their blood as his khalasar laid waste to their city.

"HOLDDD!" "FOR MEEREEN!"
"FOR FREEDOM! HOLDDDD!" he screamed as his men pulled up their shields, but the Dothraki were relentless, their archers inhuman with their accuracy, and as an arrow hit one of his men through the gaps, the front line crumbled just as the Khal's blood-riders rode towards them.

"PULL BAC..."

But then it happened as he heard an all too familiar shout.

"SHIELDS UP AND ABOVE!" and those who recognized the shout raised their shields above them, forming a platform for a person to run across, and he watched as a man blurred above them and jumped at the two blood riders.

SLASH!

Their screams died down in an instant as their horses crashed into the shield walls, and their headless corpses fell to the ground.

"HE IS HERE!"
OUR SAVIOR IS HERE!"

"The Liberator!"

Yet he turned towards them with a menacing look.

"Is this how you should welcome me? Is this what we all labored for? To break our chains so we could have our people become slaves to these savages!" he asked, anger lacing his tongue!" and the men were dejected by the rebuke.

"You are no longer men who fight for your own freedom! Now that you have gained, you fight for your children, lovers, and daughters! Is there anyone here who would wish to be a slave once more!"

"NOOOO!" they screamed as one.

"Is it better to die a free man than a slave?"
"DIEEEE!" they answered.

"THEN COME AND RIDE TO YOUR DEATHS! FIGHT AND LEST US SHOW THEM WHAT WE ARE MADE OF!"

And so, the battle began once more, as the men charged forth, under his lead, and he was mesmerized once more as he had been all those years ago.