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CHAPTER ONE : LITTLE DRAGON
SEASON 4B

VIKINGS | GAME OF THRONES
— BURN THEM ALL —

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BATTLE FOR WESSEX

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      | THERE SHE STOOD AT THE SIDELINE OF THE BATTLE, an onlooker to the slaughter that would soon unfold. Her dragons were far from sight with her brothers stationed to the side at the front —this is no place for 14 year old she thought. All the horrors of the true world placed upon her shoulders.

Then with only the anxious beating of her heart filling her ears, she watched as the two armies started running towards each other with nothing but hatred fueling them. Men of all sizes and ages clashed together and yelled at the top of their lungs—their faces scrunched up in anger. Viserya stood frozen on the side as she watched her brothers clashing with the saxons. The clanging and clanking of swords, the shouting and the crying all mixing together as one.

Instead of turning a blind eye, the young Targaryen crept forward bringing herself even closer to the enemy soldiers and the slaughter that was being unleashed.

Hatred plastered across her face, but inside she was just a frightened child—never knowing what it was like to fight in a true battle. A part of her wanted run and hide but the other wanted to fight, to stand her ground. Viserya was here for revenge of the death of her stepfather. She couldn't run away like a wimp, that's not the Dane way.

The young Targaryen tightly gripped her sword, struggling to hold up as it weighted so heavy, making her arms tremble from the unbearable weight. The sword could have well weighted more than herself. Nevertheless, she held ready to strike anyone who came close. Unlike her, Björn and Ubbe cut men down one by one like they were nothing.

A man out of nowhere charged at her and she swung her sword trying to remember the training that Björn and Lagertha taught her. The muscles in her arms ached as the sword bore down upon the man. It sliced clean across the man's armor right through his chest sending droplets blood across her face. The man let out a cry of agony before falling to the ground with a thud. Viserya stood there, her chest heaved and her body felt drained. She slowly glanced down to the sword, blood slowly dripped down the silver Valyrian blade. She didn't like this feeling, the killing—it wasn't who she was.

She regained her confidence and held the sword up once more. A sword so well crafted and made of Valyrian steel —a sword given to her by Father Beocca. Her father's sword... The ancestral sword of House Mormont gifted to Jon to become their family's ancestral sword.

A small child in the middle of war fought by men, two sides that hated each other. She closed her eyes as she pulled the makeshift cross out, holding tightly onto it while the cries of war slowly started to fade out. Until a familiar sound filled air...

The piercing screech of a dragon was heard,
spreading across the field with a roar greater than that of a bear. Viserya turned to look in the direction of the sound she had come to know so well.

A burst of fire suddenly appeared and from it came the body of the mythical creature many known as the dragon.

A smile danced across her lips as she watched Ragno glided across the sky with his sibling in pursuit. Finally reunited after escaping the clenches of Ecbert. The saxons and Danes both stopped, watching as the dragons circled above. There was both awe and terror shared among both sides as they watched the black dragon come closer to the ground.

A small dragon yet still fierce, no bigger than a horse. He circled above with his brother Aegon and sister Daenerys before landing right by Viserya's side.

As he did, he let out another screech— a warning to not come close to his mother. Horses that were near flared their heads up and took off, neighing in fear while they left their owners behind.

Ragno turned to his mother, emitting a low rumble with his golden red eyes looking back at her, a look for her next move.

Unfortunately, the hatred between the Danes and Saxons was too much for them to wait any longer. Both sides rushed in and continued the inevitable slaughter.

Viserya stepped forward once again, the black winged dragon following closely by her side. The other two circled above still, keeping a close eye on her.

She stopped and placed her hand on Ragno's neck, a low purr emitted deep from within his chest at the calming touch of his mother.

That's when prince Æthelwulf saw the dragon princess, her silver hair stuck out like a thorn on a rose.

Even through the thousands of soldiers fighting, he could see her—the very demon his father had been so eager to meet. King Ecbert had spoke to him saying he saw in Viserya a queen that would unite the people together and push the darkness away. A darkness that hung over England like a dreaded storm cloud.

But Æthelwulf refused to believe that, she was nothing more than a heathen, a monster. She would only bring death and destruction like her stepfather before her had. He raised his hand up, pointing towards her and shouted a threatening command.

The order to kill...

Viserya, lost in wondering thought as she watched the armies, noticed men in the corner starting to make their way towards her with long spears. But the men were shaking, their eyes darting back in forth at one another unsure if they should being doing this.

Worry and fear started to plaster itself over her face as well, not only for herself but for her dragons. All her life she was taught and believed no one could harm them.

"Burn them all little dragon." The voice of her late stepfather Ragnar,  repeated over and over in her mind as she remembered those finally moments with him. The ones where he was stuffed into a cage like an animal.  She knew she would never see him again not even in the next life.

She froze, locked in those memories when Æthelwulf caught her eye, both making direct eye contact. Even through the blood and mud caked all over his face, she still noticed him.

The prince ordering grown men to kill a child, a princess non the less, this enraged her.

The men inched closer and closer with the spears, each still exchanging questionable looks amongst another, she didn't want to hurt anyone but she didn't want her dragons to be hurt. They were her children.

Ragno let out a snarl, curling his lips up to show razor sharp teeth. Viserya looked forthe guidance of  her brothers, but they were too busy fighting

She was on her own, Uthred and Finan were no where to be seen. Viserya was the one who wanted to come here with Ragnar and Ivar. She was the one who wanted to avenge her stepfather's death. It was time to be an adult, for Ragnar wasn't there anymore for her.

But before she could act, one of men built up enough courage to threw a spear plunging it right into Ragno's neck.

The young dragon let out a scream of agony as Viserya looked over to him terrified. The men stepped back, this was the first time they had ever been so close to a dragon, let alone ever seen one.
Without hesitation, she quickly pulled the spear out and threw it to the ground before holding her sword high.

But a 14 year old against all these men who were much older than her. Realizing there was only one thing for her to do, in the best scariest voice she could muster, she shouted,

DRACARYS

The young dragon turned towards the men and with a low rumble, a stream of steady flame came rushing out of Ragno's mouth engulfing the men. Their screams of agony echoed throughout The Valley.

Æthelwulf's face light up in shock with a mixture of fear. Once the men saw this, they started retreating back. She was using that as her power, fire is her power. But she didn't feel good about it, she looked at the ashes that were once living, breathing people, she shuttered knowing she had done this.

Her brothers started after the army, all cheering in triumph with Floki gloating over Ivar for making the right tactical choice.

She was happy that they defeated the army to avenge her fathers death but inside she couldn't help but yearn to go with the saxons. But why?

Ragno roared one last time before taking off. His wound still bleeding alittle. She watched him as he joined his siblings before tucking the wooden homemade cross back under her armor before joining her brothers in the triumph.

Björn hugged his little sister with such a force, she thought he was gonna crush her

" You did it little dragon! You scared them off!" Viserya smiled lightly but she didn't feel the same pride as her brother did. Uthred and Finan came running over to her,

" Yea Congratulations little dragon." Uthred seemed to mock her with a smile crossing his lips, He had always been one to joke even in serious moments

" But really tho, I believe the saxons were more afraid of you than Ivar" Finan pointed out. It was true they were afraid.

But why didn't she feel the same happiness the others felt? She only felt sorrow...The army started moving in the direction of the Saxon army,
Towards Wessex

The place she had been at not so long ago
Uhtred helped Viserya onto her horse,
She gripped the reins tight as she started to move along, with a quick glance up to her dragons as they followed her from above, their distant screeching echoing.

So elegant yet so deadly

It wasn't long before they found what they had been eagerly look for. There the entrance to Wessex, it's walls in front stretching across, wrapping the town in its false protective claws. The surrounding area was void of any movement. While the castle laid like an old man across the field. It was awfully quiet, like right after a fresh blanket of snow had fallen.

   Everyone patiently waited for the order to go, some gripping their axes to the point of almost breaking them. Björn looked around in front before shouting the order to charge and everyone started rushing in. Björn however stayed put, waiting for Viserya to come up. As soon as he saw her, he walked in front of her horse stopping her from entering. 

   " Björn, what are you doing?" Viserya hastily asked as she grabbed hastily at the reigns. Her horse impatiently nawed at the ground, ready charge in with the group. Björn stepped forward and placed a hand on the horse's neck, calming the gentle beast,
" Viserya it could be a trap, i want you to stay here with Uhtred where you'll be safe, I'll signal when you can come in."

Viserya straightened herself back up on the horse,
" I'm not a child anymore Björn! I know how to fight!" She wanted to act strong in front of him, it was the only way she felt like she would get only recognition from him.

" Yes, but you are still a child, and you're staying here until I say so, Father isn't here anymore to protect to you so it is my duty to make sure you stay alive." Viserya clenched her jaw and nodded.
" Good." Björn turned and jogged off towards the town, axe in hand. Viserya watched as the Viking army piled into the the town.

Maybe everyone who lived here did the right thing and left the castle to be captured.

    She stayed put on the friesian stallion Ecbert had gifted her just a while back. Gripping the reins tighter and tighter with every passing minute. The eerie silence was chilling, but the waiting was even worse.

How long has been since they entered in? 5 minutes? Maybe, but it felt like an entirety to her.

Uhtred and Finan exchanged looks among each other, discomfort engulfing them. Viserya held onto her sword tightly, making it at the ready just in case.
The flapping of wings above reassured Viserya that she wasn't alone, but she couldn't knock the feeling of dread. Maybe it was for her brothers and their safety or maybe even hers. Uhtred itched behind his ear, while Finan sighed deeply, a sign of growing impatience. But it a seem to fade when Björn came into full view of the gate. He raised his arm up, a signal for them to come.

Viserya gently nudged Midnight to go on, the stallion let out a nicker before trotting down towards Björn. When she entered in Wessex, she was expecting to be greeted by soldiers waiting to attack, People inside cowering in fear. Instead she was meant with nothing but emptiness and overturned carts. As if everyone left in a hurry and for good reason. Viserya felt a sigh of relief wash over her, she didn't want to kill innocent people. But it didn't stop the Danes from looking through everything, swarming through the town like ants scavenging what was left.

Björn walked on the left side of her horse," We found the king, he is still here." He murmured out. Viserya nugded her horse to a dead stop, Why was he still here?

Björn however continued walking towards the castle, leaving Viserya to think about everything that had happened. She looked at the place, it wasn't the same when she had first seen it,  it had an eeriness to it now almost like the castle was dead because it's people were gone. But then again when she first arrived, she wasn't with an attacking party.

      She wandered around the town, curiosity nipping at her. She went into several homes, not to raid but to study how these people lived. After all she lived like a Dane most of her life. Often she envisioned her real parents living in a society like this. She stepped out of one shop and finally made her way towards the castle itself.

By this time, most of the Danes were feasting on food that was left behind. The shouting and partying plus the need to throw things unnerved her. Ivar and Ubbe were already out there joining in on the feast. She walked pass them into the castle, she was never one to party with them. And plus Lagertha never let her. Viserya wandered around, having no idea where her other brothers were.

     It didn't take long for her to find Floki and Hvitserk however. She passed them in a hallway, Hvitserk was laughing and his sword was covered in blood, fresh blood. Floki gave her a side glance, he never really liked her. He always had this unseen hatred towards her for some unknown reason. Even when she was little, she often find him ignoring on many occasions. Viserya just pushed pass, ignoring it all even the goof laughing Hvitserk was doing.

She soon found out where the blood came from. Hvitserk had found a priest, apparently the castle wasn't completely empty. The priest laid on the floor motionless, a puddle of blood had pooled beside him. She stared at his lifeless body and there she noticed he was the priest to the king. One she had meant not too long ago. Upon realizing this, Viserya quickly walked around him with chills running up the length of her spine. She wandered even further down the halls, speed walking more like it.

They seemed to go on forever, until she finally found an entrance. She quickly walked in, trying to escape the chaos her brothers were unleashing outside. She stood there for a moment breathing heavily before opening her eyes and there they were before her, Ecbert and Björn.

Björn quickly tucked something back into his pocket when he saw her. Ecbert looked to his hand, which was holding something. He too quickly tucked whatever it was underneath his robe. Björn looked to Viserya before nodding to Ecbert, before he began walking towards her. She was expecting him to say something but he didn't, Björn simply walked right pass Viserya leaving her and Ecbert all alone. And the silence started in again, last time she was here with him, Ragnar was with her.

    Ecbert motioned for her to come closer to him with his hand. Viserya however, knowing the tricks hesitated at first looking around quickly, making sure of no sneak attacks before making her slow approach over to him.

" Oh little dragon it is you." A wide grin spread across his face as she looked up to him. The robe he had on was very red, almost like that of blood. That was something she had seen enough of that today. He got closer to her and placed his hand on her shoulder, leaning down just a bit to match her height.

" I'm sorry about Ragnar little dragon, he was a good man, someone truly great, a friend. I couldn't save him but I will save you... Viserya, you think this is where your destiny Ends? Wrong...Your destiny hasn't quite played out yet child, your people need you, they will all need you, you must protect them and become the Queen they need..."

Viserya looked alittle confused trying to take in what he had just said.

" One day you maybe queen of this kingdom, You have a destiny that you can't escape Viserya. God has plans for you. These times call for a different leader, a leader who is fearless and not afraid to stand up for what he or she believes in. I see in you a queen who would not only be loved but would be feared by millions. A queen Wessex will need. You have the heart of leader and the fire that burns inside of you will drive you forward, you are smart and clever all in the same, use that to your advantage. Listen to high and listen to the low. But for you to become a true leader, you have to leave your brothers, they will be your downfall."

Viserya looked at him stunned, " What? Why would I do that?!" She huffed out " You're just tricking me to get me on your side, that's one way to win over someone."

He chuckled, " Ohhhh I have a grandson that you remind of, Alfred is his name. I believe you both to be the same age. He's quick witted just like you are."

Viserya lightly smiled, lowering her arms back down to her side. " Yes I met him, but just for a brief moment when him and Ivar were playing chess."

Ecbert smiled, " Oh yes Alfred he's a very good at playing chess, one of his favorite things to do, when he's not stuck in his books, he's a clever young boy."

His smile dropped and the hint of sadness crossed his face, he missed them dearly. He sighed heavily and looked back up before he smiled.

" But I'm sorry about Ragnar, he was my friend and your mother Daenerys, I heard she was a good person, a kind person but not the ruler the people needed. You must become stronger than her and your father. you must become the dragon."

Viserya looked down to the floor, she missed Ragnar a lot even if he wasn't her real father. Ecbert cleared his throat and Viserya's eyes darted back up to him immediately just as he pointed his finger at her.

" You want to be a leader like your brothers or even like your mother, but first you have to prove yourself worthy, people will not simply bow to anyone, and you will need a army of worthy size, and don't be so quick to trust people, you know how everyone gets when the word king or queen is thrown about.  They'll betray you the moment you let your guard down and another thing never change yourself for anyone, you are your own person. You are the mother of dragons. So I plead with you, go to Coccham, lord Oswald is there and if he asks tell him I sent you, he will help you achieve this goal. Now I know you'll be a great queen, I'm know it. But leave your brothers."

He paused looking around before continuing in a whisper, " You must leave your brothers Viserya, one will have your downfall. I know he will be, a matter of fact he'll be the downfall of your family."

Viserya pushes his hand away from her, " No I will not leave them, they would never harm me."

Ecbert stood up, his long grey hair framing his face.
" And how long do you think that will last? Hm what will happen when they found out what you can really be and that you keep a wooden cross under your armor?"

Viserya stood there stunned, "How did you know that?" He chuckled and placed a finger underneath her chin to bring her eyes up to meet his.

" Listen to me little dragon, I'm telling you.
Ragnar isn't around anymore to keep you safe,
I had to destroy someone truly great, I don't want that to happen to you, kill the girl Viserya and let the woman be born."

Viserya looked back at him with hurt in her eyes,
" You can't let others see you cry, they will see that as a symbol of weakness. And that's when they'll attack."

She pushed herself away from Ecbert, she couldn't believe the gibberish he was telling her, " No. I will stay with my brothers! They wouldn't dare to hurt me." She shouted as her fists balled up and with that she turned and marched away from him, her silver hair bouncing around.

" You can't escape your destiny forever Viserya Targaryen, The lord has plans for you!" He shouted across the room. Viserya just walked out the door, not realizing that this would be last time she would ever talk to king Ecbert.

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REVISED: SEPTEMBER 13th 2019

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Oof I can't write 😂👌🏻 but anyway I'm slowly building her character up cause you know I don't wanna just jump innn. Also I haven't seen season 4 in like ages so bare with me lmao
Alfred should be entered in soon 😂
Also I didn't announce how old uthred and Finan are they're actually about her brothers Hvitserk and Ubbe's age. So they're about 5 or 6 years older than her I believe.

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So bare with me lmao I haven't seen season 4 in like ages so hopefully this is somewhat similar to the battle 😂 and they will be more Ivar in the next two chapters as wel

ALFRED WILL BE IN NEXT CHAPTER!!!