And What a Dance it Was (NO SV, War is Coming, Prepare)

Fanhunter696 said:

Well... It seems that, as a good pirate, Valarr stole the luck of Daemon for himself and his homies...

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Well, I just found a decent template for this @Magoose

The Last Voyage 3: Father and Sons:

"Daemon... Father... What has happened to you? Where is Caraxes?" You demanded as you looked at Daemon's misty and near-focusless eyes. You knew he was lost, but how lost was a matter of perspective and just how much you could see. You did not know what he saw through his own eyes. Yet you knew he did not see you.

Daemon cleared his throat, but he instead moved his hand. Making a single sign. A sign you knew they did not see, for you made the sign yourself with him. "Gone."

Your eyes raised and widened, but you could almost feel a sense of relief. His Dragon was safe.

But then the voice spoke from his mouth, and its ice chilled you to the bone. "Lucien, you act like I do not control my dragon, or myself." It was his voice, but it was not Daemon that spoke to you. It was a voice of brilliance, calm, collection and above all else, assured.

It was not the loving tone that he always had around you, even when he was with you in a public setting. His purple eyes viewed you, not with the love and trust you built over a lifetime… but one of suspicion, of mistrust.

This was not Daemon. "Why have you come, Prince of the Dragons?" The Khal asked. "Why come to my camp with your dragon, to seek my greatest warrior?"

You wanted to start cutting. You wanted, no, needed to just cut loose. You wanted to kill. It was the intoxicating rage that filled your body, that nothing in this world could stop. Yet even with all that rage, you were only here for one reason.

Your family. To the man that sat with a woman, enraptured, and trapped. "Yes, Lucien. Why did you come to me?"

That voice again, this time, it was impossible to not hear it. You did not spend a lifetime with that man to just forget it.

He was gone. Daemon was gone. "I came for you…" You gazed into those iliac eyes, those same eyes that, for so long, viewed you with care, viewed you with so much love, even empathy, a feat that you believed, for the longest time, Daemon was incapable of feeling.

Yet he was. He always was, just with you, and his family… your family. "You have been lost for far too long father, come back to me, to your daughters, to your brother, to all the people who love you and miss you back home."

It almost frightened you, for a moment to see him rise, pushing the woman away from him, with a snarl on his face. "You think they care about me!?" He stepped forward, and both of your rose, blades were drawn.

There was a glint in his eyes, and you saw genuine excitement on his face. He was excited to fight. To kill his own son. "All they care about is the monster they can control, the man that is feared and hated throughout all the world. Who will never amount to anything but being a second son, to a terrible king."

Lies and terror and slander.

"Coming from a man who gave nearly everything to his brother, to make sure he had the ability to stay on his throne! To fight his battles because he didn't need to!" You shouted back, the rage growing. "I never gave up, and neither did he when he had every right to Daemon!"

"Please, no matter what has happened, it is still not too late to come back... You can come home!" You pleaded.

"I have no home!" He snarled, like a beast. The Khal, Ra's, and his daughters… just watched, with anticipation, with hope… with sadistic glee. "All I have is what I bring to this world. All I have is Death awaiting me."

You could tell, at least for a moment, the man you loved was there.

"Rhea would have wept to see you like this." You whispered, only loud enough that Daemon could hear. "She would weep, at your broken promise."

Only in death… Does love lose? And even then.

It never dies.
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(The Grey Ghost POV)

"Find Caraxes Brother." Your Brother called. And you flew.

Flew as high as you could with your siblings as you went to find the Dragon of your Brother's Father.

All you could do was follow the trail of Smoke.

The Trail of death.

The Trail of Loss.

A Broken heart that bonded from those that loved.

And yet you found the Dragon, laying down in a pit of bones, wishing to die.

"Where is Lucien?" The Blood Wyrm asked, his voice sounding both like his own, and that of his rider. The spirits have merged to save their lives. The only way to keep them.

"In danger. He is soon to die I fear if we do not destroy them all." You stated.

The other two dragons just waited and watched. There was nothing for them to say here. Only waiting.

"How?"

[]Rain Fire: You will attack from above and burn them from above?

[]Smoke and Screens: You will create huge fires, and engulf them in flames and smoke.

[]Blood Moon: You will strike at night, and destroy them.

[]A Song of Fire and Blood: You will see just how strong the bond is. And if it can be used against the enemy.