Their souls might have split upon their births, but they never stopped burning as one.
Aemma and Aemond were meant to live together, die together, to burn as one.
But when war breaks out, they have to make a choice.
Is their hatred for each othe...
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" Dracarys Bloodfyre !"Aemma shouted as she led her dragon toward the boats that were catapulting fire balls on the Velaryon fleet.
Aemma had been there for hours, breathing fire on the fleet and the soldiers but she couldn't spot her grandsire. She was terrified by the idea that he might have been on one of the boats that sank before her arrival. " Eglikta !" (Higher) She shouted to lead Bloodfyre above the clouds once again.
Thank to the storm, Aemma could easily hide in the thick grey clouds from the dornish scorpions. She had to make sure she had destroyed them all before flying to the fightings and destroy the soldiers. But she started to understand why Trystane didn't want her to go there. She was frightened by the sound of death, the sight of it but the smell was the worst.
Even with a dragon, she couldn't truly outnumber them. And she knew that sunspear was probably sending a fleet reinforcements this very moment. And the wind was on their side. If for now there were not so many scorpions, it was only a matter of time before she was surrounded by giant arrows.
" Come on, Dracarys !" She shouted as Bloodfyre flew towards the rest of the fleet to burn the rest of them.
Now the scorpions. "Adere !" (Faster.) Bloodfyre dogged every scorpion's arrow and started to burn the boats that were holding the weapons.
Once she was done, Bloodfyre flew over the isle where the main fighting was happening. She knew she had to be careful, she couldn't breath fire. She had to spot her grandsire and the Velaryon army was fighting against the triarchy, fire wouldn't tell the difference between them and she would burn her own men if Bloodfyre breathed fire.
" Come on, Corlys.." she begged and she finally recognized his long silver locks. He was fighting man but another man was about to put a spear on his back.
Aemma took an arrow and drew it, she had to aim carefully, she wouldn't risk him. And with all that wind and rain, the arrow could miss its actual target. Understanding her rider's uneasiness, Bloodfyre started to fly still.
