Lucerys Velaryon soared through the sky on his dragon Arrax, desperate to escape from Storm's End after delivering a message from his mother, Rhaenyra, to Lord Borros Baratheon. As he flew further away from the castle, a sudden roar echoed behind him, sending a chill down his spine. Lucerys knew all too well that the sound belonged to the fearsome dragon, Vhagar. He glanced back and saw the massive form of Vhagar bearing down on him, ridden by his uncle, Aemond Targaryen.

Caught in the midst of the intense storm, Luke frantically attempted to regain control of his panic-stricken dragon, only to watch in horror as the creature unleashed a blast of dragonflame directly at Vhagar, hitting the ancient dragon's head. Aemond fought to stabilize Vhagar's erratic behavior, desperately trying to regain command over the enraged beast. Taking advantage of the momentary respite, Lucerys and Arrax took flight above the storm, seeking safety in the sky. It was a brief respite, however, as Vhagar burst through the clouds, its jaws enclosing around Arrax, trapping the defenseless dragon.

Luke plummeted from his saddle, falling into the depths below, the storm-tossed waves of Shipbreaker Bay awaiting him. His final glimpse was that of the broken pieces of Arrax, his loyal dragon shattered by Vhagar's attack. Then, as he made contact with the water, the world turned black, and all sound faded away except for the gentle lapping of waves against his body.

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Luke slowly came to consciousness, finding himself lying in a bed. He sat up carefully, taking in his surroundings with a mixture of confusion and relief. The room he was in was orderly and well-organized, the furniture and decor arranged with meticulous precision. To test if this was reality or still a dream, Luke pinched himself, wincing slightly at the sharp pang of pain. Where was he? And how did he end up here?