Every thing was going as planned.

Over the horizon I could clearly see the combined armies of my enimies. I would not let a Lannister get in my way. I flew high above them as my horde of Dothraki followed behind.

The enimies tried to put up a defence, but I burned them all, forming a path for my army to get through.

Our armies engaged in combat. I dived down, fire erupting from my mouth as I burned my enemies. It was a joyous day, mother and I against the world.

Just then, I sensed trouble as wooden sticks with pointed ends flew high above the sky, aimed for my mother. I growled. I would not let anyone hurt my mother! I flew up and deflected the sticks off of my scales. I loved my scales, for nothing could penetrate them!

I'm caught off guard as this massive arrow like thing flew past me. 'That could have hit mother!' I growled in my head. I looked down to see more of those things getting ready to fire. Not on my watch!

I swooped down and incinerated one of them, retreating into the clouds I would take a bit of cover before dive bombing again.

As I flew down, I locked onto my target. The human stared right at my soulless dragon eyes as I stared back at his. I opened my mouth as a firery blast manifested.

We fired our shots at the same time. My fire scorching the contraption to a crisp, and maybe the man too. I smirked - as much as a dragon can.

Just then, I suddenly felt a sharp shooting pain upon my left wing. The arrow had pierced though my scales, as though they were only soft butter and the arrow were the knife cutting though it.

I quickly fell to the ground, the only thing revolving through my mind was that I had to protect my mother. I smashed hard into the earthy ground. I leaned my head back as the pain became unbearable.

I felt mother climb off of me. I watched as her caring hands pulled out the tree sized arrow out of my wound. I cried silently in my head, trying to be strong for her. Her violet eyes saddened upon seeing what those beasts did to me, I clenched my claws. I hated seeing my mother sad.

Suddenly, a man on horse back - Jamie Lannister - decided to have the bright idea of charging towards my mother with the intent to kill her.

I narrowed my eyes as she turned to face him. I moved my head in front of mother to protect her, before I opened my mouth.

The sound of hooves pounding the ground, the sound of my beating heart, the sound of the battle going on around us all halted to silence as a blast of blazing fire erupted from my mouth towards my enemy.

He Will Pay.

3... 2... 1... direct hit.

Or so I thought.

500 words.

For all those Game Of Thrones Fans, it's in the Point of View of Drogon.

Thanks for reading!

Xerina.