(Third person)
In the aftermath of the Casterly Rock incident, the whole of Westeros was awestruck by the news of the resurgence of magic. All spies began moving North so that their lords could learn more about the Druid. Many Crow carried the message in all directions.
Whenever people saw the Sith, whispers would begin to circulate. The beast became a slap in the face to the Seven and the King. At the same time, the beast also became a badge of honor for the North. A week later, Aermir was released from house arrest. Stannis arrived at Lannisport after defeating Euron Greyjoy and his fleet.
The fleet split in two; one half of the soldiers boarded at Lannisport, while the other half began their attack from Seagard. The armies of the Riverlands and the North had already begun their attack from Seagard, but none attacked Pyke.
Robert ordered Pyke to be left behind. Thus, Pyke was besieged, awaiting its fate. Meanwhile, Aeron and the fleet of Victarion Greyjoy, realizing they had been defeated, did not aid Balon but decided to flee north, only to be met by the armies of the Riverlands and the North.
(Male protagonist's perspective)
"We're about to have a battle at sea; I have no experience with this," said Po and Eribabus, hovering in the sky. "Yimu poked his head out from under his shirt and said sadly."
-I hate the sea, Master, when can we get ashore?-
Looks like we'll have to fight in the sea.
Hearing this, Im sadly crawled into his shirt. I went to Sith, who was lying peacefully by the side of the ship, and re-examined the things on the saddle. I had already given them the armor of Harrick and Caygan, and they were as happy as children at Christmas. I had also bought myself a Gift, but hadn't had a chance to use it yet.
While I was in Winterfell, I commissioned Mikken to make me a weapon for mounted combat. It was a finely crafted double-headed crescent halberd. This weapon could be used for thrusting, slashing, pressing, and pulling.
I was ready for the battle; the Ironborn's longships were charging toward us, and Lord Stark was giving orders. As soon as the battle began, I cast Group Blessing Ritual on myself, Caygan, Harrick, and the Sith. As the Ironborn drew near, both sides began to exchange arrows. Every arrow I fired killed a wet rat.
Just as we were engaging one ship, another approached us from behind. I turned to the other side and began raining arrows down on the other ship. Seeing me, some archers also began to change targets. Sith, Caygan, and Harrick were effortlessly slaughtering the other ships. Harrick, in particular, his new armor made him a behemoth, and thanks to my Oak Shield spell, his armor had no weaknesses, but I reminded them of the Valyrian steel sword.
Our ship began to fall as we were attacked from both sides. So, I pulled up " Red Rain," grabbed my shield, and joined the battle. Because my men were on that side, I didn't have to worry about the other, but the Stark started to be forced back on this side.
"Warriors of the North, did you come here to be tossed around by those wet rats? The Old Gods are watching us, witnessing our pathetic state. For the North, for the Old Gods!! Charge!"
Having said that, I jumped from the side railing onto the Ironborn Ship. I was about to attack when spears and swords came from all directions toward me.
Ten minutes into the battle, I could find nowhere to put my feet. The ground was littered with corpses. We had won, but before we could celebrate, another Ironborn was trying to overtake us. They were attempting to break through the blockade. This ship was somewhat different from most others. Like most ships, it had a black sail and a golden sea monster, but its prow was also adorned with a sea monster, and there was a large ram at the bow of the ship. A sailor shouted.
" The Iron Victory, that's the flagship of the Iron Fleet, that's the ship of Victarion Greyjoy."
Like my men and I, Victarion wasn't afraid to be fully armed at sea. Everyone else on the ship wore leather armor, but we wore heavy armor because I wasn't afraid of falling into the sea. I had Bubble Charm, but Victarion believed the " Drowned God " would protect him.
Of course, when the Stark asked us if we weren't afraid of drowning, we said that the Old Gods would protect us.
After seeing the Warg and the cursed sword, I knew that magical creatures truly existed in this world. I had to be extremely careful when fighting this Greyjoy. Was he insane, or was he truly protected? They wanted to shake us off, but it wouldn't be that easy.
I went to the side of the boat, away from the others, and whispered.
Summon Water Elemental
I summoned a water elemental. It looked like a water snake, twice its usual size. I don't think my magic power has increased since my last spell. Could it be because we're in the ocean, making the water elemental stronger?
"Go, slow that ship down."
The elements were submerged in water and could not be seen.
( From Aeron Greyjoy's perspective)
"Guys, you all saw it, Drowned God is on our side. Those skinny bastards can't compete with us in the sea. We lost today because of our arrogance, not because Drowned God abandoned us. We will get our revenge."
My companion Victarion, began to pray softly.
"Oh, great Drowned God, why have you abandoned our homeland? Have we not served you devoutly?"
I said in an angry voice.
"Brother, I don't want to hear such blasphemous words from you again. We can't know his true intentions, we can't know what he's thinking. How dare you say he's abandoned us? Never lose faith!"
Of the 300 ships, only 5 remain. We are still being chased, but they can't catch us, nor will they give up. The Drowned God hasn't abandoned us, nor will he. As he spoke, the ship rocked slightly and began to slow down.
(Third person)
The Iron Victory hadn't slowed down much, but it was enough for them to be overtaken. Ironborn began to spread among the Ironborn. Aeron and Victarion shouted, Ironborn tried to secure the mast and whip the helmsman to row harder, but nothing worked; the distance between them grew ever smaller. Victarion finally made up his mind: if necessary, he would fight to the last man; he didn't like running away anyway.