[center][h1]You Know Who[/h1][/center]

Bodies lay strewn on the deck, their blood being washed away by the rain, thunder crackled, and waves ravaged the boat. Kneeling in the middle of it, was a youth, covered head-to-toe, in caked-on blood. The darkness which covered his face was quelled by the lightning, his eyes wide open, staring at the bodies. The teen whimpered, holding his hands to his knees, his tears washed away by the rain. He was the lucky one.

"Targaryen..." The youth yelped, leaping to his feet. 
"Join us... join your family." A raspy voice whispered to him. He looked around, his breath heavy, before he turned, towards the bodies.

They smiled at him, laughing in a choir of pleasure, it slowly turned into one of screams and agony. The youth held his hands over his ears, but the screams overcame him, it evolved into a horrifying screech, one of flame and brimstone, a dragon's screech.

"Carry him..." A voice in the youth's head

"Save him..." A regal voice

"Drogon." Aegon's voice

The dragon slammed into the deck, growling, fire spewing from his mouth. The youth screamed in terror, he ran towards the wooden cabin door behind him, slamming his fists into it, and yelling for help. He stopped suddenly, as he heard breaths mixed with growls behind him. He turned towards the beast, and it stood before him, Drogon, the first dragon in the Seven Kingdoms in over a hundred years. He was huge, he rivaled the boat itself in size, but it wasn't sinking beneath his weight, with every flap of his black leathery wings, water around the boat collapsed in on itself. He was growling, with every breath he growled, his growls soft however, like a cat's purr. The youth realized something, the dragon was comforting him. His teary purple eyes opened, and he cautiously walked towards the dragon. It growled at him angrily as he approached, but didn't attack, instead putting his tail where the youth had stood. It was beckoning him to walk forwards, so he did. The youth stopped right under the dragon's mouth, and the dragon proceeded to carefully pick the youth up in his mouth. The youth was terrified, teeth to his right, and teeth to his left, but Drogon made sure not to hurt him. Then Drogon took flight.

The boat was pushed down hard, the water around it collapsing and forming a hole in the water, before burying it in it's depths.

Raindrops hit the youth's face so hard they felt like rocks, he looked down towards the sea, to see the boat that had done this, a huge boat, two sails, it flew a flag with a symbol the boy knew all too well.

A Red Dragon.

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Daenys looked on in shock, his brother's dragon had just appeared in front of him, snatching away what was rightfully his. He turned, his face contorted and purple with rage, he approached his Kingsguard, wearing black cloaks because White ones are hard to find. Daenys stood a foot away from his Lord Commander, Gregory Blackwater. Daenys turned his body as to point to the ship, or where it used to be, while letting his face relax.

"THE HELL WAS THAT!?" He yelled out, his voice cracking as he did. Blackwater's face remained unchanged.
"I believe that is what smallfolk call, 'Getting fucked' m'lord." The men giggled slightly. Daenys turned away, red with anger and embarrassment.
"They succeeded, he got away, Aegon planned for this all along..." Daenys' face crunched together.
"I had Aegon tutoring him, he wasn't allowed to show him off to the kingdom, he tried to, and I took him away..." Daenys' voice grew in intensity with every word.
"He plotted this, he knew this would happen." Daenys pounded the ground with all his might, succeeding in hurting his hand.
"He was Aegon's, never mine, he was his son. Apparently he wanted to "save him from me", save him from what?! I'm perfect! He's mine! All of it should be mine! I will have it all!" Daenys slammed the ground over and over again. 
"I AM THE KING, MY SON WILL DO AS I SAY!" Daenys returned to his feet, his face purple with rage.
"AERYS IS MINE! NOT YOURS AEGON! YOU HEAR ME! I WILL TAKE HIM BACK, AND THEN KILL ALL YOU MADE! YOUR HONOR GOT YOU TO THE GRAVE, AND NOW I'LL BURY THE REST OF IT!" Aerys continued to fly away.
"I AM KING DAENYS TARGARYEN, LEADER OF THE ANDALS AND THE FIRST MEN, GUARDIAN OF THE FLAME OF CIVILIZATION, I WILL KILL EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THE LOYALIST BASTARDS, STARTING WITH TYRELL! I CANNOT WAIT TO DISEMBOWEL HIM AND RAPE HIS BROTHER, I WILL DO THE SAME TO THE REST OF THEM, TAKING MY THRONE, MY DIGNITY, AND MY SON!" Daenys' face was beet red, and his every movement was so exaggerated it nearly shook the boat.
"I WILL PUNISH THE WHOLE LAND! AND IT WILL BE COVERED WITH FIRE AND BLOOD!"

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"Aerys Targaryen is safe, hidden away in Drogon's lair, as to Aegon's last wishes. We will protect the young king as if he were our own." Aegon's kingsguard (sans Willas Tyrell) stood, their white armor standing out against the darkness of the night, swearing an oath to a statue of Baelor the Blessed. 
"For the future of the realm." The men thrust their swords together above their heads, Drogon roaring as lightning struck the island.