You wake up with a start, your eyes burning and your ears ringing. As you stagger to your feet you begin to gather your senses and remember what happened. With worry and concern you spin around, seeing your dragon crumbled and broken against the ground.... Dead....

Syrax with Rhaenyra on her back lands with haste, looking down at you. "Come on, we need to go!" Rhaenyra calls out to you, but deep down you can't leave. You can't leave your dragon's body to be desecrated by the enemy, and only one of you need to get back to King's Landing to get reinforcements

"No.... I won't leave. Go, warn your father that the enemy approach...." You sigh, walking over and picking up your fallen sword "Are you mad?! You'll die if you stay here! Get on!" Rhaenyra says with desperation

"I owe it to them.... To all of my fallen brothers and sisters...."

She shakes her head "You can't be this stupid! What can you do against that army?!"