The Field of Ash

Well, I'm back again, with a new blog. The Field of Fire this time. So let's just get to it.

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The odds seemed to be in their favour, as the forces of the Reach and the Rock marched, led by Mern IX and his kin, all of whom determined to defend their land.

They had an overwhelming majority, with over fifty thousand men against no more than ten thousand. But then, the dragons had taken to the skies.

The Targaryens had used the wind, and the beasts breathed flames that would spread towards the army. Many men panicked, and tried to run.

Some who ran were stopped by spears and swords, and fell to the ground, the life fading from their eyes, while others fell prey to the fire.

King Mern looked around wildly, seeing all determination the men had fade away, and be replaced with fear. Pure fear.

The flames came closer, as Gawen's horse reared and fell over, crushing the boy's leg, trapping him as he waited for his inevitable death.

Mern wanted to shout, to save his son, but he knew that there wouldn't be enough time, and that it would only cost one extra life if he tried to save Gawen.

The King of the Reach looked up, and saw an enormous, black dragon, with a silver-haired figure. It was then, that Mern noticed the beast opened its mouth, and he and his other kin were engulfed in flames.

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It was silent on the fields, like the P in pterodactyl, as the wind blew up the flakes of ash, making it look like black snow was falling.

Lord Jon made his way through the now black fields, riddled with ashen remains of the men loyal to the King of the Rock and the King of the Reach, the latter of which also lay here on these fields, together with his sons.

King Aegon had achieved what may have been his biggest victory, resulting in the surrender of both the Westerlands and the Reach, and Jon had helped him do so.

While Aegon and his Queens rode their dragons, those monstrous beasts, Jon Mooton led the troops on the ground.

It had been hard, as not too long before, his brother would've been in his stead, in the vanguard. But he had fallen in battle, during King Aegon's first assault. Jon had tried to do the smart thing, and surrendered. Now, with every step he took, he felt like he was betraying his brother, by siding with his killer.

He knew that he had no other options now, for going back on his word would mean the end of House Mooton.

Returning to Maidenpool wouldn't be easy, as his kin had not appreciated his choice to bend the knee. They'd understand, in due time, he kept telling himself, but when would that time be? He wasn't even sure if he himself understood the decision, and if he didn't, then why should they?

But still, Jon would travel back, and rule as Lord of Maidenpool, sitting in the seat once occupied by his brother, until the Stranger took him as well.

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So yeah, that was my take on the Field of Fire. I hope you all enjoyed it. Thanks for reading and 'till next time.

-Ser Manus