We Bleed Silver(GOT/ASOIAF Fanfic)

Syrax flapped her wings vigorously, widening the gap between herself and the dragonfire behind her. Rhaenyra pressed tightly against her saddle, fully aware of both her own limits and Syrax's capabilities. Though her younger self had dreamed of being a warrior queen like Visenya, time had tempered those ambitions. The sky was no longer her battlefield.

A grotesque, charcoal-black dragon emerged from behind the mountain, its pale green eyes blazing with rage. Syrax's unprovoked assault, scorching its nest with dragonfire, had enraged even the most cautious and cunning of beasts.

The Devourer caught sight of the three great dragons circling in the sky. It froze for a moment, its spiked and horned head hesitating briefly before it wheeled around and spread its massive membranous wings.

It sought to flee.

Rhaenys tugged at her saddle strap and let out a gleeful cry. Meleys, the Red Queen, roared and immediately gave chase. Her powerful wings propelled her forward, surpassing Caraxes and Silverwing within moments.

"Meleys, strike," the older princess commanded in a low, resonant tone, speaking High Valyrian. The Red Queen bellowed as she pursued the fleeing Devourer. With a few powerful beats of her wings, she closed the distance, catching up to the black beast in the time it took the spectators below to draw a few breaths.

"Hisssss!" The Devourer flapped furiously, attempting to outpace the Red Queen. But the red dragon's speed was unnervingly swift—far beyond what the Devourer could manage to evade.

"ROAR!" Realizing it could not escape, the Devourer suddenly veered downward, diving toward the mountainside. Meleys followed suit, folding her wings and diving after the black dragon. The Devourer, sensing the bait had been taken, abruptly spread its wings mid-dive, halting in midair before launching skyward.

Rhaenys reacted instantly, gripping the saddle's handhold with all her strength as Meleys prepared to climb. But the Devourer had already adjusted its position.

From this angle, Rhaenys was completely exposed to the black dragon. A sickly green light flickered ominously in the beast's throat.

"Caraxes! Silverwing! Dracarys!"

The commands in High Valyrian rang out simultaneously. Two torrents of blazing dragonfire converged on the Devourer's chest and belly. The black dragon folded its wings to shield its vulnerable underbelly, vanishing momentarily in the fiery inferno.

As the smoke and flames dissipated, the spectators watched in disbelief as the charred-black dragon extended its wings and soared skyward. It had weathered the assault. The dragonfire, it seemed, had little effect.

The Red Queen roared angrily, feeling insulted. The fastest of the red dragons swiftly adjusted her position and charged once again at the Devourer. Caraxes and Silverwing had finally arrived on the battlefield. The two great dragons roared as they unleashed torrents of dragonfire at the Devourer.

Silverwing's flames were short but more intense, while Caraxes fire was longer and unrelenting. The two dragons sprayed fire from opposite sides, and though the Devourer's scales could resist dragonfire, the continuous bombardment began to take its toll.

The membranes of the Devourer's wings started to tear under the relentless fire. It tried to escape the firestorm, but Silverwing's flames forced it off course.

Most importantly, the two dragons had blocked the Devourer's escape route.

The Devourer retaliated with a blast of its own sickly green dragonfire, but the combined flames of the two great dragons overwhelmed it. As it tried to breathe fire again, the Red Queen struck.

The red dragon swiftly dove from below, taking advantage of the Devourer's distraction from Caraxes and Silverwing's fire. With a single claw, she slashed at the Devourer's chest and belly, leaving a massive, bloody gash.

The wild dragon roared in fury and gave up fighting the dragonfire. It lowered its head and exhaled a blast of dragonfire aimed at the Red Queen's head. Rhaenys lay low in the saddle, letting the green flames pass by her. The blood of the Dragonlord family was resistant to heat, and as long as dragonfire didn't land directly on the rider's head, they were mostly impervious to the flames of another dragon.

The two great dragons were locked in a fierce battle in the air, attacking each other's necks and heads. Cannibal tried to bite the Red Queen's head but was met with a sharp sting as she clamped her jaws around its neck spikes.

"Caraxes, attack!"

The slender Caraxes dove from above, its serpent-like neck twisting at an odd angle as it aimed to bite the Devourer's neck. But the wild dragon struggled free, narrowly avoiding the strike, though Caraxes managed to seize one of its horns. Flames erupted from the wild dragon's throat as it breathed fire again, drowning the Devourer's head in dragonfire.

Cannibal screamed in pain, its green flames spraying wildly. In the air, it created a twisted, eerie yet beautiful pattern.

On the ship, King Viserys sighed as he watched the aerial battle between the dragons above Dragonstone. Meanwhile, Aemond remained serious, intently watching the dragons clash, muttering under his breath.

Aegon, mounted on Sunfyre, prepared to take off at any moment, his primary concern being the protection of the ship. After all, no one could predict when a rampaging wild dragon might attack something in sight.

At the castle on Dragonstone, Vermax and Arrax circled around Syrax, continuously roaring at the sky. Rhaenyra, despite not being skilled in battle, prepared herself to protect the children and the young dragons if the Devourer managed to break through and fly toward the castle.

Syrax, after all, was still a full-grown dragon.

Valar, riding Silverwing, approached from the side and launched an attack. The silver dragon sank its teeth into the Devourer's membranous wings, ripping a large hole in them. Its massive claws tore through the wild dragon's scales, leaving bloody marks.

Hot dragon blood spilled into the sea, splashing up in a flurry of water.

The Devourer had completely lost control.

It tore off the dragonhorns and spikes that Caraxes and Silverwing had gripped, allowing the two dragons to leave deep wounds on its body. In a final, desperate attempt, it exhaled a blast of sickly green fire at the nearest dragon, Caraxes. Taking advantage of Caraxes' protective stance over its rider, the Devourer flung its damaged wings and broke free from the grasp of both the Red Queen and Silverwing. It flapped its battered wings, trying to escape the trio's trap.

"Draezell!" Daemon shouted in High Valyrian, casting aside the scorched wrist guards. "It's time!"

Just as the Devourer broke free from the encirclement, a familiar scent filled its nostrils.

The Devourer froze, instinctively preparing to dive downward to escape.

Suddenly, the clouds parted.

The massive form of Vermithor appeared, her wings folding as she dove from the sky, shining in the sunlight.

The roar of the Bronze Fury was so loud that even those on the ship could hear it clearly. The great dragon clamped down on the Devourer's neck before it even had a chance to raise its head, her sharp teeth piercing through the wild dragon's tough scales and embedding deeply in its flesh. Vermithor massive claws dug into the wild dragon's spine, tearing through its scales and bloodied flesh. The Devourer simply couldn't withstand Vermithor weight and was crushed, plummeting to the earth.

The dragon's teeth sank deeper, and with it came the scorching dragonfire, melting away the wild dragon's scales and flesh.

The Devourer's broken membrane wings and claws struggled relentlessly, but it could hardly even touch Vermithor scales.

The sickly green glow in the wild dragon's eyes gradually faded, and Draezell could even hear the sickening crunch as Vermithor severed the Devourer's neck.

The wild dragon's body separated from its head, and the broken carcass fell to the ground with a crash, sending up a cloud of dust that obscured the sky. Vermithor, still holding the ugly, twisted head of the wild dragon in her jaws, slowly descended nearby, disdainfully spitting the severed head onto the ground.

The three great dragons circled the Devourer's lifeless body.

"Who said this beast could rival the Black Dread? That it was second only to Vhagar?" Daemon jumped down from Bloodworm's back, eyeing the wild dragon's size carefully before laughing aloud. "It's barely as big as my Bloodworm!"

"It's probably about the same size as Bloodworm," Rhaenys said wearily as she slid off the saddle. The Red Queen, still enraged, let out another roar at the carcass, while Silverwing glared viciously at the decapitated wild dragon. "Those fishermen claim this beast had been here on Dragonstone even before the ancestors of Aenar first landed. Ha." The old princess sneered.

"Then this dragon must have been bigger than the whole island," Draezell said with a laugh, slowly climbing down from the saddle. "But this beast was definitely ferocious. Even three dragons attacking together couldn't finish it off easily."

"How did you manage to slip past Cannibal and stay hidden in the air?" Daemon asked, a hint of confusion in his voice.

Draezell flashed a mysterious smile, not directly answering the question. "We have agreed on this in advance. By the way, do you already have my reward?"

Daemon sighed, no longer pressing for more details. "It's ready. When you leave, I'll place it in your saddlebag—the nine eggs of Silverwing. Three of them have already turned to stone due to lack of incubation, I hope you won't mind. And..."

"Don't worry. Even in the harshest times, my ancestors preferred to destroy dragon eggs rather than let them fall into the wrong hands." Draezell understood his concern.

"His Majesty the King has decided to host a feast on Dragonstone to reward our loyal servants," Rhaenys said with a smile, stepping over to interrupt their conversation. "This has already been decided." She lowered her voice to Draezell. "One of the potential marriage candidates for Prince Valar is also in attendance, cousin."

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