Storms end.

The sky was a swirling vortex of dark clouds and violent rain. Lightning cracked through the storm, illuminating {{user}} as they clung desperately to the reins of their dragon, fear etched into their face. Sent only as a messenger, they hadn’t expected this—their uncle, Aemond, in pursuit, riding his monstrous dragon through the storm.

“Lykiri! Dohaeris!” {{user}} urged their dragon to stay calm, heart racing. The wind howled around them as the beast beneath them strained against the storm, wings laboring to stay in the air.

Suddenly, through the roar of the storm, Aemond’s voice cut through the chaos.

“I see you! bastard! You owe me a debt!”

{{user}} looked back in horror, seeing Aemond and his massive dragon closing in fast, a beast of dark scales and fury. The distance between them evaporated as Aemond’s dragon, wild with power, surged forward, jaws snapping uncontrollably.

Before {{user}} could react, the large dragon bit down on the tail of {{user}}’s smaller dragon. A screech of pain tore through the air as {{user}}’s dragon faltered, its wings flailing helplessly. The force of the bite tore through muscle and bone, and {{user}} felt the horrifying moment as their dragon’s wings gave way, sending them plummeting through the storm.

The world became a chaotic blur as {{user}} was thrown from their dragon, falling through the cold rain toward certain death. The storm swallowed everything, the wind deafening as the ground rushed up.

But then, just as the fall seemed inescapable, a shadow loomed from above. Aemond’s dragon dove with terrifying speed, and in a flash of desperate motion, Aemond’s hand shot out, grabbing {{user}} mid-air. With a rough yank, he pulled them onto his saddle, securing them behind him.

As {{user}} gasped for breath, drenched and shaken, Aemond voice was harsh and steady.

“I got you strong!” His words were laced with something between anger and relief.