• It Began •

                                    

                                          


The day of the dragon war dawned with an eerie stillness, as if the world itself held its breath. Both sides readied themselves for the inevitable clash. Knights in their hundreds marched towards Rook's Rest, the rhythmic beat of their boots echoing through the morning mist. At their head was Ser Criston Cole, his presence a beacon of unwavering resolve.
In the heart of King's Landing, Aegon, Aemond, and Elaenys stood in the dragon pit, their expressions hardened by the weight of what was to come. Dressed in gleaming war armor, they prepared to mount their dragons. The beasts, sensing the tension and anticipation, shifted restlessly, their eyes gleaming with a fierce intelligence.
With a final, shared glance of determination, the trio climbed onto their dragons, the powerful creatures unfurling their wings in preparation for flight. As they soared into the sky, the knights below continued their march, every step bringing them closer to the decisive battle at Rook's Rest. The fate of the realm hung in the balance, and all knew that by day's end, only one side would emerge victorious.


Meanwhile at Dragonstone, Baela, Lucerys, and Rhaenys also prepared for the battle. They mounted their dragons and soared into the sky, heading towards Rook's Rest. Although Rhaenyra had fewer knights, it didn't mean the Reds were going to underestimate them.
Baela, Lucerys, and Rhaenys' dragons cut through the air with powerful wings, their roars echoing as a forewarning of the imminent battle. Determination shone in their eyes as they flew together, knowing each of them played a crucial role in the fight that would decide the fate of the realm.
Despite their smaller numbers, the strength and ferocity of Rhaenyra's allies could not be ignored. As they approached Rook's Rest, the tension mounted, and both sides braced for the final confrontation that would determine who would prevail in this war of dragons.
Knights from both sides clashed fiercely on the battlefield, their swords ringing out as they battled one another with unyielding determination. Amidst the chaos, Elaenys and her dragon Vaelara faced off against her half-sister Baela and Moondancer. The sky was filled with the roars of dragons and the sounds of their fiery breath as the two sisters engaged in a deadly aerial duel.
Nearby, Aemond and his mighty dragon Vhagar confronted Lucerys and Arrax. The air crackled with tension as the two dragons circled each other, their riders locked in a bitter struggle. Flames and claws met in a violent clash, each side striving to gain the upper hand.
On another front, Aegon and his dragon Sunfyre were locked in combat with Rhaenys and her dragon Meleys. The battle between these two powerful dragons was a sight to behold, with Sunfyre's golden scales glinting in the sunlight and Meleys' crimson form weaving through the air with deadly grace. The outcome of these confrontations would shape the fate of the realm, as the knights and their dragons fought with everything they had.
Elaenys and Vaelara fought with a fierce determination, their bond as rider and dragon evident in every move they made. As they clashed with Baela and Moondancer, the air was filled with the sounds of roaring dragons and the clash of steel. Vaelara, with her powerful wings and fiery breath, managed to outmaneuver Moondancer. Elaenys seized the opportunity, directing Vaelara to unleash a torrent of flames that engulfed Moondancer. Baela tried to fight back, but the combined strength of Elaenys and Vaelara proved too much. With one final, devastating strike, Vaelara brought Moondancer crashing to the ground, sealing Baela's fate.
Nearby, Aemond and Vhagar were locked in a brutal battle with Lucerys and Arrax. Vhagar, being the largest and most fearsome of the dragons, used her sheer size and strength to dominate the fight. Lucerys and Arrax fought valiantly, but they were no match for the experience and power of Aemond and Vhagar. With a mighty roar, Vhagar clamped her jaws around Arrax, shaking the smaller dragon violently. Aemond, with a cold and calculated precision, delivered the final blow to Lucerys, ensuring their victory. The battlefield was left in a state of devastation, with the fallen dragons and their riders marking the high cost of this brutal conflict.