We see Aemond Targaryen laughing maniacally before stabbing himself in the stomach; it was the year 129 AC. The sky was entirely red, and at its center was a swirling ball of fire that held a ruthless dragon: Bahamut. As he erupted from the fiery egg, Bahamut went on a rampage. Meanwhile, the black and green forces were engaged in an all-out war, which was bloody and chaotic.
All the small folk were terrified; some were even crushed by magma rocks falling from the sky. Half of Westro was in flames, and it was truly horrifying. Yet, one man stood firm, caring for the people around him. He was a legend in Westeros, known as the Azure Dragoon.
He soared above the battlefield on his dragon, Vtra, as chaos reigned and destruction unfolded below him. "Aemond did this! That crazy son of a bitch! You sacrificed yourself to summon Bahamut," exclaimed the young man, clad in draconic armor. On his back was a dragon-slayer spear named Gae Bolg, crafted from a dragon's tooth and adorned in a striking crimson-red color.
Close to Bahamut, he jumped off of Vtra with incredible speed before shouting, "Geirskoghoul!" Two twin red and black dragons emerged from his lance and bound Bahamut, who was completely livid.
The Drake opened its mouth, ready to launch a terraflare. "Oh no!" shouted the dragon warrior as he dodged a valley of fireballs that were flying toward him like missiles. "Vtra!" he called out. The large evil dragon quickly weaved through all the meteorites headed in his direction.
And he successfully caught him in time. The arms below were in panic; some even dying from the impact of the memories falling on them. Bahamut faced the young dragon knight, ready to destroy him and Westeros.
The boy didn't flinch even once; after all, he was a dragoon, a dragon slayer.
Chapter 1 is nearly complete. I am unsure if I will publish it soon. Thank you for reading this brief chapter or short story.