COUGH COUGH
A boy coughed, blood dripping down his chin as he slumped against a broken tree.
He was in a sea. A sea of corpses and blood.
His brown eyes trembled as he looked around, and all he could see was….death.
His breath stuttered, blood pooling in his throat. He looked down to see his breastplate, caved in and broken, impaling his chest.
Wasn't it supposed to be easy? The enemy had a bigger army, yes, but! But they had dragons—
Dragons!
The boy's eyes widened in realisation as his gaze wandered around the sea of a thousand corpses, searching for something among the wailing of the hundreds.
His dragon, where is it? Is it fine? What happened to him….?
But his energy would only be short-lived as the boy coughed once more, the blood in his mouth almost choking him.
Amidst the sea of death was a small hill of flesh….
It wasn't human, as it had wings and was almost as large as a small fort; it was a dragon!
A creature of magic, more powerful than armies. A marvel for a few but a terror for many; yet here it was, nothing but a blob of flesh.
Its olive green scales were broken and charred, as if something had blasted on its scales while its orange wings were torn apart.
Its head was blasted off, its flesh charred, and its blood formed a small pond in front.
'Vermax…..' he muttered inwardly, a single tear falling from his eyes.
She had warned them, his aunt. She had warned them not to anger him; his wrath will burn you alive, she said.
Yet no one cared; she was ridiculed, branded as mentally ill, yet she was the only one speaking the truth, for he had burned the Seven Kingdoms for her…
They should have listened to her. HE should've listened to her and they should have left her alone as it had provoked the dragon—
RUSTLE
The boy looked to his left, his ears picking up a faint sound of a march.
He tried craning his neck to his right, but the pain shot through his head, stopping him. Feeling as if he were being hit by a whip.
THUD
Soon, the ground beneath began to quake as what seemed like an army marched close.
It wasn't reinforcements for they were here. The dead were the reinforcements!
THUD
The army soon reached the boy; it wasn't an army per se, but a band of wounded soldiers, about fifty at most.
Leading the men was a man, maybe in his late forties. He adorned a white cloak over his golden armour, which stank of blood and flesh.
The boy looked up, his gaze meeting the man's pale green eyes that looked at him with ridicule.
He was his teacher once, that man. His mother's staunchest supporter in the past…
The boy then lowered his gaze; he had nothing to say to this man, nor could he say anything.
And, he hadn't fought against him, nor did his army. No, they fought against his master, a monster in flesh!
The man's eyes gleamed as he looked at the boy, a smirk of ridicule blooming on his lips. It was satisfying, watching the kin of the one you hated die slowly, painfully.
The man watched the boy for a few minutes before turning to his men and saying, "Let's go!"
He wanted to watch, watch her son die but couldn't. They have places to be, things to do, and a person to report to, their king!
THUD
The boy watched as the small army resumed its march. He knew what the man was thinking, but he didn't care. He would have if he were not on the verge of death.
THUD
The men continued, stepping over the dead and stopping the cries of the living.
THUD
The man led the army through the corpses, his hand tightly gripping the hilt of his sword, looking out for any sudden enemies.
"Keep your eyes open!" he yelled to his men.
THUD
They soon reached a small hill of corpses, its shadow casting over the army.
RATTLE
The man's gaze wandered around the top of the hill, his green eyes searching for something while his hand trembled.
'Where is it….?' the man thought to himself. Where is it? The thing that ended the battle before it could fully begin.
'Ah…' the man exclaimed inwardly, 'there it is,' he mumbled as he looked at the top of the hill.
It was a dragon, but it wasn't a dragon at the same time…
It had four legs, unlike the rest, and its body was small, smaller than that of an adolescent dragon!
Yet its power was mightier than the biggest dragon he had known. Its fire was burning off the scales, and its speed…
Its black scales, darker than midnight, shone under the glaring sun. Its black wings were neatly folded, while its long tail swayed over the corpses rhythmically, like a cat.
PURRR
A purr escaped its mouth as it rested its large head on a man's lap, sitting over the corpses.
The man had long silver-white hair that flowed against the wind, while his pale broad shoulders were draped in black armour, almost as black as the scales of the dragon.
A hand rested on the dragon's head while the man closed his eyes.
THUD
The green-eyed man immediately went to his knees, his hand to his heart, "Your Grace!" he exclaimed out loud, his voice filled with enthusiasm, "We have won, Your Grace! You've won!"
He then snapped his head up, his gaze travelling to the top of the hill as the man slowly opened his eyes, revealing his two burning purple irises.
This was him. Named after a conqueror and grown like one. This was the man who ruled the seven kingdoms and now had burned the seven kingdoms for the sake of a woman!
The purring stopped as they looked up to its master, its slit black eyes focused on the man as he parted his lips.
"....kill them all!"
This is Aegon Targaryen, the king of the Seven Kingdoms! The second coming of the Conqueror! The Emperor of the known world!
….And this is his story.