The First Test.

“What is the size of the enemy!” Orys shouts to the men.

“About 3,000 strong lord Baratheon!” One of them spoke.

“Gather the men onto the hill and prepare for battle.” Orys commands. Orys turns to see the flapping of wings. You and your sisters land near the camp. Orys rides to you.

“What’s going on Orys?!?” You ask.

“An army comes from Duskindale sire, 3,000 strong.”

Has any of our messengers returned?”

“None of them have Aegon.” Orys speaks.

“None of the local lords has joined us? Then they all shall burn!” Visenya said in anger.

A part of you hoped that a battle this early could be avoided. That some of these lords of Westeros would heed your warning and bend their knee to you.

“I will meet this army.” You say in a stern voice.

Not alone your not.” Rhaenys said concerned.

“Not alone.” You smirk looking upon the three dragons. Your eyes make contact with Belarion. Unknown to everyone, the bond between you and your Dragon is strong. Your thoughts almost channel into Belarion and your dragon glares with understanding. You pull your sword Blackfyre from your sheath and rally your army to the hills.

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The enemy marches towards the landing site of the would be king of Westeros. Led by the lords of Darklyn and Mooton, they approached a hilltop with you and your army and flanked by your sisters and Orys. Three thousand men stood in front of you. Three thousand men that were already dead.

“Greetings my lords, have you come to bend the knee and join your true king?!?!”

The lords Mooton and Darklyn laughed at your boast.

“Join a petty invader like you? King Harren wants your head on a pike at his new castle!” Lord Mooton spoke.

“He might pay extra if we hand over those wenches of yours!” Lord Darklyn followed.

Visenya held back her anger. But you could tell she wanted to kill them by the way she gripped her sword. Rhaenys showed no emotion but her body was tightly pressed to your side.

“It would be wise to not oppose me. Bend the knee and your lives will be spared.”

“Do you think you can conquer all seven kingdoms? You’ll be dead once we crush your pitiful army! Prepare for battle pretender!”

The two lords ran back to the head of their army. Lord Mooton saw the sunlight begin to fade on the field but he knew it was midday. A great gust of wind moved around them. Almost blowing them off their horses. They soon saw the terror in their men’s eyes and only then did the lords turn around to see a monster stare them down.

A large roar began to fill the air only adding to the their fear. Many men just dropped their weapons and ran. Lord Darklyn ordered a retreat while Lord Mooton looked on in shock and horror. Soon they all began to run away. But escape was impossible.

“Dracarys” you whispered.

Than the air began to turn hot, really hot. A huge flame shot out and hundreds of men turned to black dust. The two lords joined the fates of their men. In a matter of seconds their was no opposing army, only a field of scorched swords and armor, and an awful burnt smell to fill the continent. Your men what he’d on in total shock at the quick destruction of the enemy. But you and your sisters stood firm at the work of Belarion. This was the fate of Westeros if it chose to oppose their new king.

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