The Slave Bay Submits

Boom—

A torrent of pale silver and orange dragonflame poured forth, burying the Triarchy pirates in fire as if washing away filth.

"Ah!..."

The Triarchy pirates wailed in agony, rolling across the ground in an attempt to put out the flames.

The Light Silver Dragon circled overhead. It was not fast, but it stayed close, continuing to rain dragonflame down upon them.

"Father, turn the ship around and make for the open sea!"

Corlys fought valiantly when a familiar voice suddenly rang in his ears.

For an instant, it was as if his heart missed a beat and the blood in his veins flowed backward.

The scimitar in Corlys's hand froze. He raised his head in disbelief and stared into the distance.

There, a Light Silver Dragon unlike Melyas roared repeatedly, a scab of dried blood on one of its wings.

A young man with cropped silver hair and dark skin lay atop the dragon's back. His familiar face struck him to the core.

"Laenor!"

Corlys was stunned, his voice trembling.

To make sure it was not an illusion, he rubbed his eyes hard with his bloodstained hands.

His eldest son had died in the Dornish invasion ten years ago. How could he suddenly appear here, safe and sound?

"He's... he's riding Sea Smoke, too."

Corlys stood rooted to the spot, his tiger-like eyes brimming with tears.

His son was alive, just as he had been ten years ago, riding the dragon Sea Smoke into battle against the Triarchy pirates.

"Dragonflame!"

Laenor was also watching his father, trapped amid the fighting, and smiled as he issued one command after another.

Before he knew it, his vision had blurred with tears as well.

"Siga!"

Sea Smoke flew and called out, burning the pirates surrounding the Sea Snake and forcing open a