Rayder cursed inwardly, his face twisting with suppressed anger. The indignity of being stomped on the head by his own beast burned hotter than any dragonflame. But he swallowed the fury for now. This battlefield was not the place to punish Kidora's mischief.
Alright, he thought coldly. I'll remember this. When this chaos ends, I'll teach you, properly.
Ahead, Kidora burst into motion, golden wings unfurling like sheets of molten sunlight. The middle head—Da Lang—curved its maw into a grotesque grin, seemingly pleased with its prank. Meanwhile, Er Lang and Kevan, the other two, ignored their sibling's antics. Their slit-pupil eyes tracked Meleys and Caraxes with eerie precision, intent upon the hunt.
From Meleys's back, Rhaenys caught sight of the three-headed demon. Rage boiled in her chest. This creature was unlike any dragon she had ever seen. It did not only look unnatural—its movements, its defiance, its very aura was twisted, arrogant, alien.
When she saw it daring to charge Meleys head-on, fury overwhelmed fear.
"Dracarys!" she commanded, voice sharp as a blade.
Meleys obeyed instantly. The Red Queen reared her head, jaws yawning wide. A torrent of crimson dragonflame, hot as the pits of Valyria, roared forth. The flames swept across the sky, engulfing the charging golden monster.
But Kidora was not like other dragons.
Instead of dodging, the three-headed abomination dove straight into the inferno. Fire clung to its golden scales, sizzling, hissing. For a heartbeat it seemed the heat might sear it raw. But the beast only trembled, three heads loosing a simultaneous roar that shook the heavens.
Then, from within the torrent of flame, the monster lunged.
Three heads shot forward like striking vipers, jaws snapping for Meleys's eyes and brow ridge. Rhaenys's heart froze. A single hit there would blind her dragon, doom them both.
But Meleys was swift. The Red Queen twisted her neck sharply downward, avoiding the killing bite by inches. Her vision was saved—but the maneuver left her posture open.
Kidora struck like a battering ram. Its body slammed against Meleys's skull with bone-rattling force. Golden claws stomped heavily on her head, pinning her down for a heartbeat before the beast launched skyward again.
Worse, as it rose, all three heads turned in perfect unison toward Rhaenys. In their open maws, unnatural light gathered.
Gravity rays—beams of raw, alien power unlike flame—condensed in throats of gold. The aura alone chilled Rhaenys's blood. Death stared her in the face.
Then, salvation.
Caraxes, who had been circling to flank Black Dragon Im, spotted the danger. Daemon's voice thundered over the wind:
"Caraxes! Turn! Save her!"
The Blood Wyrm reacted instantly. His long, serpentine body twisted in a sharp arc, wings slicing the sky. He unleashed his flame in a torrent—not at Im, but at Kidora.
The stream of fire, hot and venomous, struck the golden beast in its flank.
Kidora shrieked, staggered by the blast. The gathering gravity ray faltered, the three jaws snapping shut with snarls of frustration. Its grip on Meleys broke, its golden form tumbling sideways through the air.
The force rocked Rhaenys as well. The shockwave slammed her against the saddle, nearly unseating her. She clutched reins and harness until her knuckles turned white, heart hammering.
When she dared glance back, Caraxes loomed in the air behind, smoke curling from his fanged maw. Daemon's sharp eyes met hers across the chaos. The briefest nod passed between them—gratitude, alliance, unspoken trust.
But Kidora was not so easily cowed.
The golden beast righted itself with a powerful flap of its wings. Fury blazed in its many eyes. The scorch marks across its flank glowed faintly, but instead of retreating, the creature only grew more violent.
This time it ignored the pain. Snarling, it whirled on Caraxes.
The rays came without warning. Swift, brighter than lightning, impossible to evade.
Three beams of condensed gravity ripped across the air, lancing toward Caraxes. One struck true—slamming into the Blood Wyrm's neck.
The impact tore open a jagged wound, spraying blood. Worse than the injury was the energy itself. It crawled across Caraxes's scales like invisible chains, paralyzing. His muscles locked. His mighty body faltered, twisting drunkenly through the air.
"Caraxes!" Daemon roared, pounding the dragon's neck with his fist, trying to rouse him. But the paralysis was deep. The Blood Wyrm spun, wings flailing, spiraling like a crippled serpent in storm winds.
Kidora ignored him. With a screech, the beast dove once more—straight at Meleys.
This time its target was her tail. All three heads latched on, teeth sinking into thick flesh. Scales cracked. Blood spurted, hot and crimson, pouring into the sky.
The sound was sickening—flesh tearing, bone grinding. Kidora did not merely bite. It chewed, tore, devoured.
Meleys shrieked in agony. The Red Queen's scream echoed across sea and sky, a sound of torment that curdled blood. Her entire body went rigid. She thrashed, tail whipping, but Kidora's jaws were iron. The beast clung, ripping deeper.
Rhaenys screamed with her dragon, rage and terror colliding within her chest. She lashed Meleys's reins, urging her to shake free, but the Red Queen's strength faltered beneath the agony.
And across the sky, Vhagar's plight grew worse.
Rayder, atop Immolation, pressed his advantage. The Black Dragon had Vhagar pinned, forcing the older beast lower, lower still, until the sea spray licked their bellies.
Rayder's eyes gleamed coldly. He saw Meleys trapped, saw Caraxes faltering, saw the moment his enemies weakened. The time had come to finish it.
"Shake her off!" he barked.
Immolation obeyed. With a brutal twist, the Black Dragon tore free of Vhagar's grasp. The instant he gained space, his jaws gaped wide.
From the abyss of his throat poured dragonflame—not red, not gold, but black as the void between stars. A torrent of nightfire, thick and suffocating, roared forth, engulfing Vhagar at near point-blank.
The ancient she-dragon shrieked once, a sound older than empires, then plummeted.
Her body trailed black smoke as she fell. Wings limp, scales burning, she plummeted like a comet toward the waves below.
But even in that final moment, Vhagar's instincts stirred.
The old war-queen twisted her massive body mid-fall. Muscles torn, lungs scorched, she forced one last maneuver. With desperate strength, she rolled, angling her body so her rider faced skyward.
Lannael clung to her saddle, tears streaming, terror strangling her breath. The sea rushed up to meet them like an iron wall.
But her dragon's final act shielded her, turning her body to take the impact, sparing the girl as best she could.
The last gift of an ancient guardian to the child she bore.
And then—impact.
The sea exploded into spray as Vhagar struck, waves towering, smoke and fire hissing into steam. Lannael's scream vanished beneath the roar of the ocean.
Above, the battle raged on. But below, dragon and rider vanished into the icy abyss.
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