Dragonhart-An ancient race of dragon/human hybrids. Having the appearance of humans, they are considered cursed with dragon wings on their backs and a tail that extends their spines. Their sworn enemies are white walkers. They resemble humans at a young age with only, what look like, tattoos of their wings on their backs and their tail wrapped around their right leg until they hit puberty, then their wings and tail come out. After years of training, they can learn to hide their wings and tail as tattoos with magic. Dragonharts are very loyal to their clans, even to the extent of giving their lives for the clan's protection. Their skin is impenetrable. Nothing but old age or a broken heart can kill them.


She was only four winters old when she met him. A gimpy little Dragonhart with a huge responsibility when she grew older. But her heart out-sized her height by miles. Wrapped in only a ragged tunic long enough to be dress on her with no back, revealing the lining of her future wings, she hid in the bushes as she watched the humans.

She saw him. The human who stole the woman's robes as she bathed in the river. He was rather small, but then again, so was she. She was the smallest Dragonhart of her clan. So she could easily slip away and explore the human world. But she had to be careful. As a youngling, her wings and tail had yet to grow out, so she was as defenseless as a lamb. But her curiosity of these humans was piqued.

The taller one was a female, significantly older than the other. The younger was male. But he was rather short. He was mesmerized by the female as she ran back to the fortress, naked and sobbing. As he watched, he was hidden behind bushes. At least he was well hidden. And there he stayed for almost half an hour.

Suddenly. A small mob of grown males came running from the castle, each yelling something that did not seem pleasant.

"Get back here, imp!"

"You disgraceful half-man!"

"We'll find you and end you!"

That was when the young human ran to the forest. And the Dragonhart silently followed. The boy ran as fast as his little legs could carry him. But he suddenly tripped on a root. He turned to see the mob getting closer. Just as he thought he was done for, an arm shot out of the bushes and grabbed his leg. He was then yanked into the bushes and a small hand covered his mouth. He saw it was a girl, a little bit younger than him. The mob stopped just in front of them, looking around for the youngest Lannister.

The little girl inhaled deeply before letting out a monstrous roar. The mob jumped and ran back to the castle, fearing the beast would chase after them if they weren't fast enough.

Once they were gone, she let the boy go. He struggled to get away from her. "What are you?" He demanded. She just cocked head to the side. She seemed rather simple-minded. But it was to be expected. Only the elders of the clan were aloud to speak. Everyone else had to use their telepathic abilities to communicate. When the boy realized that she wouldn't speak, he tried repeating the question more loudly. "WHAT. ARE. YOU?!"

~You don't need to yell, I can hear just fine.~ A voice echoed in his head. He fell back in shock, not sure what he heard. He looked at the the girl who just stared at him.

"Was that you?" He asked. When she nodded, he also asked, "How are you doing this?"

~Magic.~

The young boy did not know what to think of her. This girl was very strange. "Are you a witch?"

~No. Dragonhart.~ She answered as if it were the most obvious thing. ~What are you called?~

"Tyrion. Tyrion Lannister." The boy answered.

~What is a Tyrion Lannister?~ She asked.

"No, no. That's my name." He corrected.

~Oh, that makes more sense. Because if you weren't human, I wouldn't know what else you were.~

"Imp seems to be the my company's choice." Tyrion snickered. "What is your name?"

~Sunnulth.~ She answered. ~But my Papa calls me Sunny.~

"What does your mother call you?"

Sunny seemed to sadden before answeing, ~I don't have a mother. She died laying my egg.~

"Egg?" Tyrion asked.

Sunny turned around to show Tyrion her back. The lining of her wings startled him as she explained. ~We're not human. Our kind lays eggs. From what my Gran has said, we descended from dragons.~

"How is that possible?" Tyrion asked.

~According to our legend, Blackfang the Venomous was the most feared dragon to ever exist. But in his gain of power, he grew lonely.

~For a sacrifice to appease him, the humans offered a young girl to him. Instead of killing her, he raised her. When she grew up, she became a beautiful woman. Blackfang wanted to keep her for himself, but because he grew to love her, he couldn't bare to keep her as his prisoner. So, he set her free.

~Years had passed before the young woman had realized that she fell in love with Blackfang. He had always been kind to her and gave her the greatest gift she ever received. And she wanted give back to him. So one day, she returned to find Blackfang lonely and miserable. But when he saw her, his old heart grew so warm that it felt hotter than his own dragon fire.

~The woman told Blackfang that she loved him and wanted to be with him forever. Those words unlocked an ancient magic within him that made him human.~

"Human?"

~Well, as human as a dragon can become. His body shrank in the shape of a human and most of his scales melted away. Some remained on his shoulders, elbows, knees, shins, even along the bridge of his nose, those features have been passed to us. But he changed for her so they could be together. The years passed, they had many children. But the only true dragon features he could never give up were his wings and his tail. For you see, a dragon who can't fly can't truly live.~

"What is so great about flying?"

~If you think you're small now, just wait till you see the world from the sky, it's magnificent.~

"You said that Blackfang gave the girl the greatest gift ever. What was that gift?"

~Freedom.~

Suddenly, Tyrion's brother was heard. "Tyrion, where are you!?" He shouted.

"My brother." Tyrion grumbled. "When can I see you again?"

~Soon, I hope. But make sure you're not being chased next time.~ And with that, Sunny scampered off into the woods.

Tyrion stood and walked to his brother. "I'm here, Jaime."

"Where have you been?"

"Just walking."


~And where have you been?~ A grown Dragonhart asked Sunny.

~Exploring, Papa." She answered.

~Just be grateful I found you and not your grandfather. He been in a mood today.~

~He's always in a mood, Papa.~

~Well, today is an even worse one. He wants to send you younglings to the Isles earlier than planned.~

~But aren't we too young?~

~Yes, which is concerning to the rest of us. I just hope he sees reason before risking all of you to the Isles.~


Hours later, Chief Elder Ashenner, Sunny's grandfather, assembled the whole clan. "We have to send the younglings to the Isles early. It's the only way for them to learn." He spoke. Some the grown Dragonharts started shouting random things.

~They're too young!~

~They won't survive!~

~It's too dangerous!~

~They won't last a week's time!~

"We need to do this. The humans grow bolder and come closer to our land everyday. Would you rather our young face the humans or the Isles? At least, on the Isles, they'll either live or die. If human got their hands on them, they would be tortured, enslaved, raped. I'd rather them die quickly on the Isles than live among the humans. And those who survive the Isles will be part of our army. We must do this for not only them, but for us."

There were still murmurs amongst the clan. Finally, Tartoran, Sunny's father, stood. "What if they all die on the Isles? Then what, Ashenner?" He spoke. Many in the clan gasped. Anyone who spoke with their voice to the Chief could only do so in desperate need. "We cannot start a war with humans. The years have made them evolve from primitive beasts. If you send our young away, that won't stop the humans. Put our young on those Isles and not only will they die, but so will we."

"It is our only chance to over power the humans!" Ashenner roared.

"But it could also end us!" Tartoran roared back.

It became a roaring match to see if one could roar louder than the other. It ended when a small voice made a roar of its own. "STOP!" Everyone turned see the source of the voice was little Sunny. "Stop fighting! I've already lost Mama. I don't want to lose either of you." She sobbed so loudly that everyone gave silent sympathy. "Don't send all of us to the Isles, only half. If some of us live, send the rest and we'll teach them what we've learned. Just please stop fighting."

Both males looked at each other, surprised by the youngling's proposal. Ashenner sighed as he approached Sunny. "Young one, you show such wisdom that surpasses even myself. We agree to your words." Sunny was surprised to hear this. "We send the older half to the Isles at dawn." And with that, everyone dispersed.


Sunny knew that she had to be quick. The boat left at dawn's light and she was to board it with half of the rookery. But she wanted to tell Tyrion first. She was quick and silent as she crawled up rhe waal of the castle. She didn't want the guards to see her.

Once over, she sniffed the air to catch her knew friend's scent, following it to a window. She scaled the wall with ease and made it to the window. ~Tyrion.~

The imp of a boy startled awake. But he saw the young Dragonhart at his window. "Sunny? Why are you here?"

~I can't stay long. My grandfather is having half the young to the Isles tomorrow.~ she said.

"Are you going, too?"

~Believe me, I wish there were other options.~

"Why must you go?"

~My grandfather is the leader of our clan. If I am to take his place one day, I must survive the Isles for the next twenty years. It's the only way to prove not only my strength, but my loyalty to my clan.~

Tyrion was silent for a moment before asking, "Will I see you again?"

Sunny reached for her shoulder and removed one of her scales. Gazing at it, she smiled. ~My kind exchanges scales to show who we trust.~ She then handed the scale to him. ~If you keep this close, I'll be able yo find you when I return. Until then, keep it close.~ she then climbed out of Tyrion's window and crawled down the tower.

Tyrion fingered the scale and smiled. What would his brother think of this?


Dawn. Tartoran dreaded that sunrise. He couldn't bear to send his daughter off. But it had to be done.

The elder half of the rookery clutch were loaded onto the boats. The adults who sailed them were uneasy. Some of them had young that were going, as well.

Once the set sail, most of the young were sobbing, no doubt missing their families. But Sunny did her best to keep a brave face. Standing at the bow of the boat, she stared on, waiting. Just waiting for a sign of the Isles, their new home for the next twenty years.