Chapter 1
Drogon
Rage. That was the only emotion Drogon felt once he realised his mother was dead in front of him. Daenerys Targarayen, mother of dragons, could of passed as being asleep if it where not for the 2 trails of blood that flowed from her nose and mouth. Another tell tale sign was the dagger sticking out from her chest, right where her heart was located. She looked peaceful with the grey ashes of king landing swirling all around her. A fitting picture for the Silver Queen.
Drogon leaped over to her body, the throne room shaking with every leap, put his snout to her shoulder and nudged her gently. No response. He nudges her again hoping for some sign of life but again there is none.
Drogon throws his head back and opens his maw. He lets out a terrifying roar. Standing on his back legs he keeps roaring, all his rage and anger coming out at once. A lament to his fallen mother. At the corner of his eye he catches a slight movement on the floor. He recognises Jon Snow and turns his head towards him, roaring as he does so.
Jon looks up at Drogon knowing that he was about to die. Drogon will burn him where he stands. He supposed this was a fitting punishment for the crime he had just committed. He killed the dragon queen and now the dragon queens child would kill him. It was poetic justice in a way to burn like the Dragon queens enemies.
Drogon feels more and more rage build up inside of him. He opens his maw again a deep heat burning within him. He towers above jon looking down at him. Jon can see the flames coming up from drogons throat, a mixture of orange, blue, red and many others. His eyes widen with fear knowing that this will be the last thing he ever sees.
To jons suprise the flames never engulf him and he watches with suprise as Drogon turns his head to the right, to where the iron throne sits. With a roar the flames leap from Drogons maw engulfs the iron throne. Jon throws himself to the side as the throne room shakes around him. All he can hear is the roar of the flames. Jon sheilds his face with his hands, both to protect himself from the heat and the brightness of Drogons flames. As quickly as Drogon begun he snapped his jaws shut and let out a roar of victory.
Where the magnificent throne once stood now only sat a pile of melting iron. The liquid oozed off the sides of the thrones platform melting any rubble that lay in its path. The smell of burnt metal filled the room and Jon coughed as he swalled a fistful of ash in his shock. He blinked staring at disbelief as Drogon let out another roar.
Drogon turned his attention to Daenarys body and lifted her carefully with his claws. His wings stretched out behind him and he turned and leapt up into the sky. All he cared about was taken his mother far away from kings landing as possible.
Suddenly an idea struck Drogon. Yes that is where he must go. He must go East to Meeren to find a red preist. If they would not help then he will burn their citys to the ground and move on to Astoper. He must keep going as far as he could he would even travel further than anyone had done before for his mother.
The wind whipped strongly around Drogon as his wings stroked through the sky. He let out another roar and pushed himself to go faster. Yes he would save his mother. He would save her and all would be right in the world.