Sometimes, it's the timid ones who survive. When Wright raised his sword and pointed it in their direction, Illyrio, terrified, retreated to the edge of the ship. As soon as the flame-woman beside Wright moved, Illyrio didn't hesitate to jump into the sea.
When the fireballs came flying, the people on the ship instinctively crouched down to dodge them.
The fireballs launched by the flame sprite were mostly regular fireball spells, though occasionally they included a few explosive fireballs. Though the explosions weren't as powerful as those Wright had enhanced with wind magic, the flame sprite could continuously launch them.
The ship's deck immediately caught fire, which spread to the sails. Sailors and soldiers jumped into the water or leapt to nearby ships in a panic.
This ship belonged to Illyrio, the Magister of Pentos, and was a large one capable of sailing. The fireballs were aimed at Viserys and Daenerys. Explosions continued to erupt around them, flames ravaging the deck, splintered wood flying everywhere. They crouched on the deck, scrambling toward the bow of the ship to escape the chaos.
Fires were spreading across the ship, and Viserys's pants caught fire. He frantically slapped at the flames to extinguish them, but his lower leg was still badly burned.
The fire magic had power, but its accuracy wasn't perfect. With the flame sprite's help, though, the fireballs were landing on the ship, which was already impressive.
After ordering the flame sprite to continue its attack, Wright jumped from the bridge to the ship below, quickly running across the deck before leaping to another ship. He made his way toward Viserys's ship.
In the midst of the firestorm, people instinctively ran toward areas without flames. The only part of the ship still free of fire was the bow. Viserys, struggling to stand, made his way there.
"Boom!" A large burning sail fell down, and Viserys rolled to the side to avoid it, but the sail fell on top of Daenerys, who had been following him.
"Brother! Brother!" Daenerys's cries came from beneath the burning sail.
Viserys stopped, his heart in turmoil. The fire surrounded them, and Wright was still chasing them — this was the end. He was conflicted. He could still escape, but would he make it? Even if he ran, his sister, trapped under the sail, would die for sure.
"Ugh\~" Hearing Daenerys's cries from beneath the flames, Viserys was reminded of his mother. He had always resented his sister. When they were young, his mother had taken him to Dragonstone, giving birth to Daenerys during a fierce stormy night, but she had died giving birth to her.
Viserys had always been harsh with his sister, treating her as a political tool, rarely showing her any kindness. She seemed to fear him, and he had convinced himself that he didn't love her. But now, in this moment of peril, he wondered: was he really so indifferent? She was his only family — should he save her or let her die?
"Ugh\~" Viserys turned his head and saw Wright jumping from ship to ship, already nearing them. Hearing Daenerys's cries beneath the fire, he glanced at his own burned leg.
Daenerys was trapped under the burning sail, her clothes scorched by the flames. The sail was heavy, and she couldn't push it off. All she could do was cry in despair.
"Ah\~\~\~" At that moment, a pair of hands lifted a corner of the sail. Flames burned on these hands, causing the skin to blister and the flesh to burn and tear. The sail was lifted enough to create a gap.
"Get out!"
Daenerys quickly crawled out, realizing it was her brother Viserys who had saved her. Seeing his burned hands, she wanted to touch him but was afraid to, so she clung to his waist, crying.
Viserys, through the flames, looked at Wright, who was rapidly approaching, and then at Daenerys, who was unscathed except for her blackened skin. With his hand, which had lost all feeling, he gently stroked her hair.
"I am the last surviving male of House Targaryen, and it seems I will die here today."
Viserys was arrogant, proud, and even carried some of the family's madness, but he was not a fool. He understood the situation. He gripped Daenerys's shoulders.
"Much of our family's knowledge has been lost, sister. Remember this day. The true dragons do not fear the flames! Your power may be the key to unlocking the secrets of House Targaryen — its magic and dragons!"
With that, Viserys forcefully shoved her toward the edge of the ship.
Hearing her brother's words, Daenerys cried out, grabbing his hands. Viserys was pulled down and fell against the side of the ship, his hair singed by the heat. Daenerys held his hands, dangling him over the side of the ship.
"Let's go together! Ugh\~\~, together!"
With a thud, Wright landed on the deck, and the fire elemental in the distance stopped its attack.
"Don't speak! Wright is here!" Viserys instructed his sister, prying her hand off. Daenerys stopped crying, the tears on her face already scorched away by the heat. She clung to her brother's hand, unwilling to let go, while Viserys struggled to roll over onto his back.
The magical flames suddenly parted, and Wright stepped forward, stopping in front of Viserys.
"Prince Viserys Targaryen of the former Targeryen dynasty! Who would have thought we would meet like this?"
"You vile usurper! Are you hoping I'll beg for mercy?" Viserys cursed, while also scanning for any chance of escape.
"No, I'm speaking to you because of your position. You should have anticipated this day from the moment you tried to ally with those seeking a restoration," Wright said, planting his sword, Dark Sister, firmly into the deck as he spoke.
"Hahaha, do you think if we hadn't done this, your Baratheon's would have spared us?" Viserys laughed, though his voice quivered with fear.
"My brother Robert already gave you a chance, letting you live in peace for ten years. Don't you think, with the power of a king, it would have been easy for him to send a few assassins after you?"
"House Targaryen is the true rightful owner's of the Iron Throne! You Baratheons, usurpers, will be punished! The nobles of the Seven Kingdoms will rise against you!" Viserys knew, deep down, that escape was unlikely now.
"Your Targaryen were just conquerors. Do you truly believe it was by divine right? Don't be naïve! Those who play the Game of Thrones are courting death. If you lack the ability, you should never have gotten involved. Countless Houses have been destroyed because of these games; your are just another one."
Wright raised his sword.
"This is the first time we've met. There's no right or wrong — just differing positions. This sword is Dark Sister, the heirloom of your house. Today, I will use it to send you to join your ancestors."
Viserys's breath quickened, and he closed his eyes.
There was no scream. Daenerys felt the grip on her hand loosen, and then she felt the warm trickle of blood fall from the deck onto her face.
Realizing her brother was dead, Daenerys's crying face hardened. She let go of his hand and fell into the sea, swimming toward a nearby ship.
Wright stepped over several ships, leaping ashore. He slung Dark Sister over his shoulder, his other hand holding Viserys's severed and still-bleeding head, as he made his way toward the Sealord Palace. The flame Sprit followed behind, leaving a long trail of burning marks in its wake.
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