New Age Dawning
The low echoes could reach the city walls - a low rumbling beneath the searing sun. It was the only thing that reminded Arthur of home.
“Archers at the ready!”
Unsullied marched to their posts as the knight took his path behind Ser Barristan, bellowing orders to the men as he’d always done. How many years gone by, their kingdom at a ruin, and still they took to the blade in defense of their oaths - old habits refusing to yield to the passage of time, Arthur supposed. From their perch, they would scan for the horizon. Amethyst orbs saw the shadows - mounted riders upon strong eastern stallions swallowing the approach like the sea. Certainly wasn’t the Yunkish - they’d never such a number in their retinue. Nervously still, Arthur would watch their lines, listen to their chatter, and take to his blade.
The formation was crude. Their march was loud, but they weren’t charging...they were following. A single horse that produced a lone rider - smaller than the others, but shining before them all that silver hair that Arthur hadn’t seen in years. As Barristan stood, his jaw locked in wonder, the Sword of the Morning’s gaze squinted into shimmering distance of midday sun to a ghost riding into the city. It couldn’t be...
A shivering shrill echoing from the heavens, and the will of the heavens opened the sky for the beast to descend.
“By the Gods..”
Arthur gasped at the sight. It was the size of a castle - blacker than the night and flapped its massive wings through the eastern blue to announce its descent. He’d seen the skulls and heard the legends told and retold. He’d even seen the two chained beasts - yet bearing witness to the dragon in full flight...it was the wrath of the Seven coming to judge the mortal unlucky that dare stand in their way.
Their kingdom would be reborn.
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