The lightning prince - A heavy price paid (Patreon)

Hadrian Potter, In the between

It had been a long time since his last visit to this place

"It is a curious choice, but predictable," said the king, looking at the fact that mother Rhyone had chosen a river, with a boat, to cross to the other side

Hadrian focused his eyes on the woman kneeling on the shore, crying inconsolably, as she clung to a small cloth with small turtles patterned on it

You didn't have to be a genius to figure out what it was

"Your power is overwhelming, I have never seen magic like this, not even in the stories of the age of heroes," said the beautiful woman, with a soft and maternal voice

A vestige of the self-imposed mantle for so many years

"I'm sorry about your son," said the king sympathetically

The woman nodded, tears still streaming down her cheeks

“It was... an illness, it was getting harder and harder for him to breathe, it consumed him slowly, an agony, both for him and for me, his death destroyed me” said the woman, at the same time as the river changed, showing Rhyone in his youth, riding a small boat with a tiny bundle in it, sending him to the river in flames

"My family lived hidden for centuries, we had gifts, the waters obeyed our will, and we never abused it, grateful, we used our gifts to nourish the earth, always from the shadows, it was a quiet life, but empty, to a certain extent," said the woman

And Harry listened, knowing he needed to say these words

"In the end, the one who was my husband joined our son, leaving me completely alone, with wonderful knowledge, but useless, without descendants to inherit it, but then, they appeared," said the woman with a beautiful smile

"My children, fleeing from the savage horse lords and the even more ruthless harpy kings," said the woman, at the same time as the landscape changed again, showing tens of thousands of refugees, running and escaping from Ghiscari soldiers, being hunted like animals

"And I just couldn't allow it," said the woman, at the same time that, using her powerful water magic, she raised the waters of the Rhoynar River rose, thanks to Rhyone's magic, the waters took her shape and defended the refugees with ferocity, exterminating the Ghiscari hunters

And gaining the devotion of all the refugees in the process, who, being unable to comprehend the nature of magic, knelt down and worshipped the sorceress as if she were a Goddess

"For a while, I did not answer, they settled on the banks of the river and learned, they cultivated the land and respected the waters, when they did something that went against the teachings of my family, I reprimanded them lightly, and the offense was never repeated," said the sorceress with evident pride in her voice

"They became your children," Hadrian said, watching as little by little, that group of refugee nomads transformed into something more

Rhyone nodded, lost in her memories

“The thatched houses gave way to wood, always in a responsible way, if they cut down one tree, they planted ten, and soon after, powerful and robust rock houses and titanic buildings, they were not violent, they loved music, art, sculpture and sex, and then, after several decades and in the twilight of my life, I decided that my family's knowledge would not be lost,  Using magic I sent a dream, ordering all the young women to bathe in the waters of the river the next day, to grant them my blessing”

"You manipulated them," Hadrian said directly

“That day, I did the final ritual, sacrificing what was left of my life force, dividing my magical potential among all the beautiful maidens, who would go on to be the first priestesses of the moon, my work was done, the people had knowledge, both scientific and magical, it was time to go and meet my family, however...” at this point, The Sorceress Hesitated

"It was not possible for you, your ritual, combine your soul with the concept of the Rhoynar people, you partially transcended" replied the king with certainty, after all, he had already been familiar with this type of case

The woman watched absentmindedly as time passed

“With the guidance of the priestesses, the Rhoynar people were transformed into an empire, several cities were born, Ny Sar and Chroyane and many more, for centuries, the people prospered, we achieved medical advances, poetry, sculpture, harmony with our environment, there was no poverty or famine, but then, news came from the east,  the Ghiscari had fallen, conquered, subdued and exterminated, for something worse, much worse”

"The dragon lords," Hadrian said

The woman nodded, and the image changed, they were now in a beautiful and titanic Rhoynar city, which was being visited by five dragon lords, who spoke with smiles and sweet words, however, Hadrian could see the eyes full of malice and envy, looking at the city

"Users of blood magic, used to bend the will of the noble elders of the fourteen flames, the presence of the beings that your people call dragons, was fundamental to the magical balance of the world, they were territorial beings, but not necessarily aggressive, until the beautiful demons arrived" the contempt was more than evident in the woman's voice

“With their blood magic they took away their will, dominating them and raising them as simple cattle, war mounts, tools for an excessive ambition and a thirst for conquest without equal, even the Ghiscari, who were a cruel people, had the common sense not to meddle in certain aspects of the world, but that mattered little to the demons,  There was no limit that they were not willing to cross, of a treacherous and depraved nature, they murdered even their own parents and siblings, in order to obtain power.”

At that moment, the image changed again, dragons and soldiers attacked the cities, destroying beautiful buildings, killing soldiers and taking slaves

"And then, I heard the call of Garin, one of my sons, defeated and humiliated, in a golden cage, seeing how his brothers were put in boxes like animals, I felt his request, his desire for revenge and his hatred, so, taking possession of his body I acted," said the woman

"And you released the curse, one so powerful that, even today, it wreaks havoc on the descendants of your children, as well as on your enemies," Hadrian said

"That doesn't matter, God Killer, I know very well what you have done, my consciousness has been disconnected from the earthly world, as we speak, the magic of my children resumes its original flow, my consciousness, that of Rhyone, Harid's wife and mother Jako, returns, my time, has come," said the woman, at the same time that she stood up and began to walk towards the white raft that was waiting for her,  At the same time, on the other side of the river, the figure of a man could be visible, holding a small child

Taking the boat, Rhyone ignored Hadrian completely, looking longingly the other way

"My loves, here I come" and without any remorse, the woman climbed up and sailed to the other side, at the same time that her body was gradually illuminated, before dedicating a few last words to Hadrian

"Please, Lord of Death, the vestiges of my children are the inheritance of my descendants, may our history not be forgotten, may our knowledge and our history serve as inspiration, and may the Rhoynar legacy flourish again, stronger than ever," the woman begged

Hadrian nodded, and simply said

“I promise”

At those words, the woman and the ship disappeared, getting lost among particles of light, at the same time that Hadrian, felt a familiar soul, cross the threshold

With a sigh, Hadrian turned and looked at the soul in question

"How am I supposed to explain this to your family?" asked the king

And the new soul responded

"You will tell them the truth, that I gave my life, gladly, so that they could prosper and live in a better world, is there another death more glorious than that?" asked the man

Hadrian smiled sadly, but accepted

"There isn't, my prince, I'll see to it that them get the message."

Geralt of Rivia, Chroyane, half an hour early

Not since the siege of Aen Elle and his fight against Ilmerith had Geralt had a fight as challenging as this

Anything can be said about these dragon lords, but it was more than evident that they were masters in the art of war and combat, they attacked in real coordination, attacking Geralt's blind spots, and although their experience kept him safe, he was no longer as young as he had been

When one of the dangerous spears passed too close for his liking, Geralt breathed a sigh of relief, seeing how both princes helped him, now fighting five against three

"The rest of the soldiers and Lady Stark?" asked Geralt

"Lyara commands the soldiers of both, they will barricade themselves in the lobby to keep the rest of the enemies at bay," Baelon replied, at the same time that the city trembled and the terrifying vision of Hadrian fighting the prince was visible in the sky

Prince Lewin roared, as he pushed Baelon out of the impact zone of a huge rock, detached from the roof as a result of Hadrian's struggle

And at that moment, one of the dragon lords spoke, looking with complete contempt at Baelon

"Look at that, he carries our glorious blood, the blood of the dragon, and he is an ally of a dirty Rhoynar," one of the attackers blurted out with hate

In that instant, a female voice, a spear-bearer answered

"I'll take the trouble to disembowel him slowly, I'll use his blood in my bloodbath this week in the capital."

Baelon, taking Dark sister and wearing his magical armor, looked down on the dragon lords of old

“Valyria no longer exists”

“LIE!!” They roared at the same time as they threw themselves like the predators they were

"Stay together," Geralt ordered, while he focused his efforts on the warrior with the axe and the warrior with the spear

“Ready to dance Targaryen?” Lewin asked with bravado in his voice, although he was really terrified

"Let us send these fuckers to the seven hells" said the prince, at the same time as they rushed against the warriors

The fighting was fierce, at the same time that powerful flames began to consume parts of the city, as a result of the fighting, Hadrian's soldiers defended the ship, aided by the priestesses, keeping the countless hordes of enemies at bay, while Lyara and the princes' personal guard kept the enemies at bay in the palace

So Geralt, Lewin, and Baelon were all alone

And they were fucked up

Baelon was not as young as before, his arms and legs hurting, and although experience gave him an advantage, he paled against enemies who seemed never to tire

And suddenly, Baelon felt the sweet, cold kiss of steel caresses his thigh, forcing him to let out a bellow of pain, at the same time that Ser Geralt cut off the head of one of his enemies

However, Baelon didn't have time to focus on the pain, feeling a firm kick in the chest, sending him straight to the ground, and although the enchanted armor protected him from lethal damage, he wasn't able to stop the air from leaving his body

"Weak, you don't deserve the blood that runs through your veins," the man snapped contemptuously, as he prepared his spear, ready to finish off Baelon, who was completely defenseless

And as the Valyrian steel spear rushed down on him, Baelon accepted the end, regretting the pain it would cause his parents and children, who would not see Rhaenyra grow up and marry

He couldn't be with Anna, as he wanted

However, he would see Alyssa again, Aemon, his family would be fine, he knew that Hadrian would take care of his sisters and his children to some extent

So he just close my eyes and wait for death

Which never came...

A metallic sound invaded his senses and he watched as the Valyrian steel spear was blocked, successfully, by a golden spear with orange ornaments, carried by none other than  

Lewin Martell

Who, apparently, had finished off the other of the warriors, who was on the ground, motionless

And Baelon witnessed the prince of Sunspear begin to fight the dragon lord, standing up to him as an equal, and to Baelon's surprise, forcing him back, at the same time that his spear began to gain an orange glow, which, evidently, overwhelmed the dragon lord

"WHAT MAGIC IS THIS?" roared the man completely surprised to find himself unable to break Lewin's defense

And then, the unthinkable happened

Feinting, Lewin began an attack and quickly changed the direction of the spear, piercing the warrior's throat

Black blood began to emerge uncontrollably, which seemed to burn at the moment of touching the steel of Lewin's spear, the dragon lord, evidently in agony, simply fell to his knees, at the same time that his body began to age rapidly, as if all the accumulated years passed at once, until simply, the body turned to dust

Lewin took a moment to catch his breath

A deadly mistake

“BEHIND YOU!” Baelon roared, however, it was too late

Lewin gasped in surprise, at the same time that the edge of a Valyrian steel sword pierced his chest

Baelon and Lewin looked at each other and an entire conversation flowed between them, at the same time, the sword left Lewin's chest, only for the blade to kiss his neck, cutting off his head with a single blow

Taking his life

Lewin's body fell, at the same time as the image of a dragon lady appeared behind

"The only good Rhoynar is a dead Rhoynar," said the deranged woman with a maniacal laugh

And then, the dragon inside Baelon woke up and felt something that he didn't feel for many people

Hate

Baelon focused too much on his fury that, without noticing, his sword began to change

The ripples in her sword began to glow as if they were flames, at the same time that the sword began to emit an aura of fire, much to the obvious interest of the dragon lady

"OHHHH look at that, apparently you're not that useless, maybe I'll keep you tied to my bed and use your cock to give me pleasure"

But Baelon did not respond, with a powerful roar, he grabbed the dark sister and threw himself with hatred towards the warrior

Lewin Martell had given his life to save Baelon's, so the prince swore at the time that he would not waste that opportunity

Ser Geralt had killed another of the dragon lords and had focused on the last and apparently most dangerous one, as he used his axe to cast fire spells at the white-haired knight

"Let us dance, as dragon lords, as we do in our glorious capital, let the blood and fire flow," and without waiting for an answer, the warrior maiden rushed towards Baelon, who responded with ferocity and without hesitation

He had a lot to live for, after all

Lyara Stark, Palace of the Moon

“SHIELDS AND SPEARS READY!” ordered the young Lady, and such was the respect that the soldiers felt for her, that no one hesitated

Endless hordes of gray men were rushing at them, shields resisting, and spears finishing them off with ease, yet...

There were too many of them, the horde seemed endless, and Lyara did everything she could to help the soldiers

Knocked down several pillars to block the rest of the entrances and prevent them from being flanked

She used her ice magic to slow down the advance of the horde and even levitated several spears and axes, while also throwing them at the enemy, giving the soldiers a break

So far they had not lost anyone, but it was clear that they had to do something and quickly

"My love, hurry up," murmured the beautiful woman, while preparing another blizzard, fatigue began to be present, both in her and in the soldiers

They needed to change positions and quickly

"RETREAT TO DEFENSE POINT TWO," Lyara ordered, at the same time that she used her magic to collapse part of the lobby and giving them a moment to escape

Quickly, they all ran upstairs to a wide corridor, they had four more floors before they reached where the princes and Ser Geralt were

"My Lady, we have some wounded," reported a Dornish soldier

Lyara said quickly

"Bring him in, and prepare the defenses, the collapse will give us time, tear down statues and prepare defensive sites, I will attend to the wounded."

"Yes, my lady," said the man, as he communicated the orders and the soldiers began to tear down statues and accumulate spears and shields

The fight was far from over

For several minutes, Lyara healed as many wounded as she could, however, she had to cut off a pair of hands and legs, to avoid infection with gray scales

“HERE THEY COME!”  warned the lookout, as the horde approached his position

“PREPARED!” roared Lyara, with obvious terror in her eyes

At this rate everyone would die here

"We are in your hands my love, hurry up" whispered Lyara, as she prepared the defense

Time was running out