"Decisions change lives, whether for better or worse, but we must be able to accept our choices and not regret them, because regret is a poison that eats away at your resolve and kills you little by little." Aenar Targaryen.
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When the war began, Harrenhal became a veritable hell on earth. Flaming arrows rained down from the sky, looking like comets leaving trails of fire behind them.
"Shields!!!!" A man shouted as he positioned the shield above his head, waiting for the impact, which came in the next second.
The sound of arrows hitting the shield echoed across the battlefield.
However, the arrows still hit hundreds of people, killing some and injuring others.
At the same moment, the fire seemed to come to life, turning into a huge wave of fire and crashing into the majestic walls of Harrenhal. Some unlucky people were caught in the fire and turned into charred corpses. It was Kinvara and Moqorro who had acted and counterattacked using magic.
The Lords who were watching it all opened their eyes wide, horror and disbelief on their faces. They sensed that this was a legendary battle that had been written in the pages of books about an ancient and powerful era.
Which, if you think about it, wasn't exactly wrong, as this really was a battle that would decide the death of a god.
"Incredible." Visenya commented as she saw the wave of flame colliding with the castle walls, it was a sight so magical and incredible that it could make even the calmest of men feel awe at magic.
"You'll be stronger." Aenar replied with a smile as he released the arrow from his bow, hitting a man on the ramparts, killing him instantly as the arrow hit his eye.
Visenya nodded, a happy smile on her lips, obviously pleased with Aenar's words. Which was understandable, who wouldn't want to become so strong? Unfortunately, she couldn't use her powers, otherwise she would show her force to the whole army.
Suddenly, a squadron of thousands of people was advancing towards the Gates of Harrenhal. However, what was striking was the object they were pushing.
A Battering Ram, the huge wooden log with the pointed end coated in metal looked like a monster made of wood and steel.
With a loud and powerful bang, the battering ram collided with the solid and firm gates, which didn't move or even show any sign of damage, showing just how massive the gates were.
Seeing this, Aenar estimated that in half an hour, the mighty gates of Harrenhal would fall, and he was proud to say that he didn't use dragons.
However, he also knew that Tywin would not stand idly by in the face of such an obvious attack. Just as Aenar had expected, stones struck his men, hitting some and killing others.
Their deaths were brutal and bloody, spreading blood and brain tissue on the ground. However, faced with the atmosphere of war, which turned the gentlest of men into animals who only knew how to kill, the death of these men aroused no feeling, they simply attacked with more ferocity.
As the battering ram struck the gates again and again, on the hundredth blow from the wood and metal monstrosity, the gates of Harrenhal were already severely damaged.
Suddenly, Aenar looked up and saw a blond man with green eyes jumping off the wall and falling to the ground.
"Looks like someone can't wait any longer." Aenar commented with a smile, knowing that Jaime would only move on orders from the God of the Seven Faces. Which was just as well, showing that the god was extremely indecisive at the moment.
*STUNNING!!!*
Jaime fell to the ground with his knees bent while holding his sword with both hands.
The young lion wasted no time and ran towards the squad that was using the battering ram. In an instant, he was already in front of the squad of Red Legion men, brandishing his sword.
It was a massacre, even though they were highly trained humans, the red legion was nothing compared to a Blessed One who had received the blessing of a god.
However, Jaime's massacre didn't continue for long, as Sigismund had just arrived and punched the knight extremely hard.
Jaime used his arms to defend himself against Sigismund's punch, but was thrown away by the force of it. The sound of bones breaking echoed unexpectedly loudly in his surroundings.
Looking at his swollen and broken arms, Jaime couldn't help but realize that it wasn't just him who had gotten stronger, but that his enemy was getting stronger too. But the wounds were soon healed by the Blessing of the Seven Faced God.
Aenar, seeing that the fight was on, ordered the cannons to start firing at Harrenhal. He also had some catapults, although there weren't many, no more than three, as it was difficult to move with such siege weapons, but he still ordered them to start firing as well.
The thunderous sound of the cannons rang out across the battlefield as stones wet with highly flammable liquid tore through the air with violence and brutality, striking inside the castle itself.
Inside the castle, Tywin was wearing his red armor. The Lord of Casterly Rock stood in the middle of all the soldiers as he watched the gates shake with each impact of the battering ram.
Closing the visor of his helmet, Tywin shouted loudly for all to hear. "As soon as the gates fall, don't hesitate to advance!!!"
"We'll be like an arrow through the enemy army!!!"
"Isn't it better to surrender?" As soon as the man's words were out, the place was completely silent.
Tywin looked at the lords of the Westlands who said this with a cold expression from behind his closed helmet.
Without any hesitation, Tywin brandished his sword, and at the same moment, the man's head separated from his body. The headless body fell to the ground as a pool of blood formed beneath it.
"Does anyone want to surrender?" Tywin's cold voice was transmitted from soldier to soldier, causing morale to recover a little.
Honestly, if it had been anyone else, the lords would have already bent the knee to Aenar. Their lives and the continuation of their homes were the most important thing. But it was Tywin Lannister who was commanding the armies, the man with more prestige than Robert Baratheon himself.
No one dared answer Tywin's question, the example of the lord who had just died was right in front of them. No one wanted to be the next to lose their head and certainly wouldn't say anything.
Seeing that none dared to answer him, Tywin looked calm and returned his focus to the gate that was about to be destroyed.
Looking to the side, at the army not far away, Tywin could see Robert even among the soldiers, the king's armor and height too perceptive.
Tywin had already constructed a plan almost so that the battle would be lost. Robert would return to Casterly Rock and wait for the chance to fight again. However, there was a deep disappointment in his gaze.
Jaime had become a puppet in the hands of the gods and would never be able to free himself. Tywin himself feared that if he made Jaime heir, Casterly Rock would become a church for the Seven.
However, he had no other options. Give Casterly Rock to Cersei? Such an absurd idea never crossed his mind. He could burn down the whole castle rather than name his daughter as his heir.
As for Tyrion, Tywin didn't have a son called Tyrion.
Tywin, who was worried about House Lannister when he died, heard a loud crash and under everyone's shocked eyes, the gates that had defended Harrenhal for almost four hundred years, collapsed before him!
"Attack!!!" Tywin shouted as the whole army followed him forward.
The first to face House Lannister was the squadron using the battering ram. There was no suspense in this first fight, where everyone in the Red Legion was killed in the face of the sheer numbers of the enemy.
But even outnumbered, the Red Legion squadron killed a considerable number of enemies before dying heroically.
Tywin didn't have a chance to breathe before House Targaryen's army arrived in full force!
"Get into formation and attack!!!" Tywin shouted before taking a step forward himself.
In an instant, the two armies collided in sheer brutality. The front line practically became a grinder of human flesh, swords and spears trying to kill each other.
Taking advantage of the fact that the Lannister and Targaryen armies were fighting, the Baratheon army left Harrenhal and joined the fight. The increase of forty thousand men brought the battle to a standstill.
One hundred and ten thousand men versus two hundred thousand men.
Two giant armies collided without any hesitation.
Reason and reasoning were put aside and what prevailed were the most basic instincts of the human race.
The greed.
Greed to win, greed to survive, greed for glory, greed to kill.
With each person who fell, another stepped forward and took the dead person's place. They stepped on the bodies of their dead comrades and killed even more people.
Looking at the brutality before her, Visenya felt a chill in her stomach, but she didn't fear it or even feel afraid. She had been born to fight and would fight until the end of her days, until his body finally stopped breathing.
Taking a deep breath, Visenya looked at the five hundred Astartes beside her and felt calmer than ever. There was no way she could lose this epic battle that would be remembered until the end of humanity.
"Forward!!!" Visenya closed her helmet and spoke in a voice muffled by the helmet.
The five hundred Astartes obeyed Visenya's orders and advanced towards the front line.
As Visenya advanced across the battlefield, Sigismund and Jaime's fight reached frightening levels. Their every move created craters and made the ground shake, like earthquakes.
*Tremble*
Sigismund's fist, covered in a blue aura, struck Jaime squarely in the chest, but the swordsman also attacked at the same moment, his sword slicing through the general's thick armor, making a vertical cut across his body, blood splattered in the air before the two were forced back five steps.
Both men were breathing heavily as they stared at each other with coldness and incredible murderous feelings.
In an instant, both men collided with each other again. If the fight between the armies was brutal, the fight between the two men was even more so, especially with Jaime's super regeneration.
There was so much blood splattered around that it could easily have belonged to hundreds of ordinary humans. there were even some of Jaime's own arms.
"The regicide... The false knight who desecrated his blade with the blood of the king he swore to defend." Sigismund spoke, looking at Jaime with a cold, calm gaze. His voice couldn't have been more sarcastic at that moment.
Jaime narrowed his eyes as a cold, murderous look was reflected in his gaze. He hated that damn epithet, he'd rather be called many things, but not Kingslayer.
He saved half a million people, but no one knows or even cares to ask.
"But now, he's nothing more than a dog fighting for a God, a puppet who in the end is destined to be thrown away when he no longer serves." Sigismund continued as he landed a punch on Jaime's defined jaw.
Spitting blood a tooth on the ground, Jaime spun in the air with supernatural agility and his sword struck Sigismund's shoulder.
"I say the same, you're nothing but a dog to the Targaryen king with your sick religion." Jaime commented as he stepped back again, looking at the wound on the man's shoulder with a hint of pleasure in his eyes.
"Unlike you, I feel honored to be the king's dog." Sigismund looked at his wound with indifference. "Are you proud to be a dog of the God of the Seven Faces?"
Sigismund's words were more painful than being punched by the man. How could he be proud of something like that, he himself wanted to kill the God of the Seven Faces for turning him into a monster.
Jaime didn't respond and attacked again, the fight resuming even more brutally than before.
Aenar also fought bravely on the front line. Leda was always behind him, protecting him and killing his enemies.
Aenar's sword, Lady Lya, cut through people like a vegetable, not even the toughest armor could stop it from taking a life.
Slashing a man's neck, blood splashed into the air, falling on him, but Aenar didn't care. He raised his head feeling something and couldn't help but smile.
In his eyes, the clouds changed color, transforming into seven different colors, a holy aura spreading throughout the place. Aenar could see that this aura began to strengthen the enemy armies.
The God of the Seven Faces had chosen his battlefield.
Riverlands!!!
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Nota 1: I'm a bit discouraged, I've lost four chapters of 2k words through sheer stupidity because I forgot to save them in Docs.
Fortunately I've plucked up the courage to write again, but I have to say, this despondency is frightening, I've hardly been able to get out of bed or eat.
Honestly, I can't even imagine how someone with depression feels.
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