Pirates are relentless and have no fear of spending a long time at sea.”Īemon’s eyes darted towards the expanse beyond the Narrow Sea. “They’ll follow us as long as we follow the coast, that’s for sure. “What are our options?”īelono shrugged and let his mind ponder a bit, then answered back with a yell. The boy’s voice quivered and broke, but still he managed to yell out a question. And now here they were, fleeing to nowhere under the command of a boy who’d only seen ten and six namedays. His parents, his siblings, all gone in but a day. Belono could see it, the poor boy’s life had been destroyed in but an instant.
#The summer islands got full#
They will eventually reach us.” Belono had to yell for Aemon to hear him.Īemon looked back towards Belono, who saw his hazel eyes full of fear and doubt. “My Lord, the Targaryens’ hired swords are slowly closing in. They had been heading south for weeks on end and still the pirates’ ships could be spotted on the horizon. His dirtied hair flowed with the wind, the taste of salt was everywhere and the sound of the waves crashing against the ship were all that could be heard. The ship, its crew, a few tens of soldiers, enough gold to pay them for the trip, and some personal belongings of young Aemon.Īemon Brightflame held on to his reliquary as he looked on towards the expanse of the Narrow Sea. The Targaryens were relentless, barely anything could be saved from the surprise attack. Still, Aemon’s father had promised him to give him a knighthood if he served his family well. Not that he was bad with the sword, just that he hadn’t been knighted, yet. Belono hadn’t told anyone that he was but a lowborn mummer that knew a trick or two, some information had to be withheld after all. There was only one way to stop the Targaryens from following them…īelono had been serving the young man’s father for years now, the man had hired him in the port of the Velaryons after engaging in a mummer’s joust there. The Brightflame’s ship only ever stopped to gather supplies and then sailed again. Therein lied the hope of Brightflame, according to his fallen father. He wanted no loose ends that may undermine his authority as Dragon King.Īemon clutched a reliquary close to his heart as the ship sailed. Aegon Targaryen was responsible for the incident, he had been planning to invade Westeros for a few years now. ‘Fire and Faith’ became their words, and always did they defend that the path towards the future was to forget the Dragon Gods.Īemon Brightflame saw his family’s homestead burn as he sailed away on a poor man’s ship.
Seven seven-pointed red stars on a black field, mimicking the colors of the Targaryens.
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