![]() Quentyn was a ward of House Yronwood, and they had to make sure the prince was healthy at all times. How in the seven hells did he manage to fall from that window anyways? Gods, father will be furious, but that wouldn't even compare to the fury Prince Doran would unleash upon them. How could he have let this happen? One day he was fine, and the next he was unconscious, having fallen twelve to fifteen feet. A dream of dust and ash, one of cold and ice, and one of sunlight and hope.Ĭletus Yronwood paced around in his room for what seemed like an eternity, hacking and punching away at whatever came into his field of view. A giant serpent, ready to swallow him whole. The ground, heading towards him at lightning speed. ![]() Peace and quiet, the scorching dornish sun, then nothing once more. Then another, and another, and another.Ī man in the dark, blinded, left to die. What was it? Flames again? Meereen, and then somewhere else. All he could see were the flames, and then nothing at all. KILL ME! PLEASE, LET IT END!īut it never ended. Just kill me, he pleaded, but no words came out of his mouth. But there was nothing else to think about but the pain. He didn't know how long he spent under the pyramid. The screams only lasted as long as he'd had the strength to cry out. Then he looked at his hands, who were melting away. Looking at the whip he held, he saw that it was burning. He saw a green figure towering over him, and then nothing else. Gerris shouted, and his instincts were to turn around. As he tried to get him under control, the dragon only hissed defiantly.Īs he felt the situation slowly deteriorate, he couldn't help but feel something was going very wrong. He tried desperately to get his attention, lashing the whip at the ferocious beast as he took a chunk off of the burnt man, bringing it to its jaws. ![]() A man had been plucked from the ground and turned to ash in an instant, as fire and flame danced around the cavernous halls below the pyramid. It was all going badly, as the dragons lashed out at the Windblown.
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