Valyria

Laying on the Ground was Daeron Vailon, his eyes were closed like he was in an endless dream of some kind, but one could tell that there was some sort of magic protecting him. Daeron was actually clad in a Black Armor set that had the sigil of Vailon on the Breastplate. The Armor looked like scales in a fascinating way, there were many things in the room that would surprise some scavengers if they could even make it.

Laying around the room were multiple Armor sets that had the sigil of Vailon, some were battledresses that would have been used by the Women, while others were Men Battle Armor. Other than that, there were some Valyrian Weapons, even a Warhammer, and Greatsword, although it seemed to be more useful for the stronger people of House Vailon, considering it was tucked away in a vault.

Other than that the room had some art of Vailon Dragonriders, some even included Aenys Vailon, who had ridden The Dragon, Whisper, using said Dragon to Conquer Skyhold. Skyhold was an island that was occupied by warmongers but soon was defeated by The Vailon's and kneeled to them as Rulers. Although none of the current Vailon's had visited or stayed in its Castle, it was simply a mark for the incredible feat that had been done by Aenys Vailon.

Daeron had expressed his wish to visit The Four Towers of Skyhold, it even housed some Dragons, but very few were allowed to go near them without express permission from a Vailon. Daeron and his Sister, Daenerys were going to visit the Four Towers before The Doom had truly hit them all, but that was not what had been allowed by fates and instead, Daenerys had perished when the Doom began, while Daeron laid on the ground, in a dreamless sleep...

||| The Last Dragons |||

Before Daeron's Sleep

Daeron was in his family home, reading a Book that he had gotten in his travels. His Mother next to, both of them were enjoying a peaceful moment before they felt the very ground shake and their home began to shift, they both looked to one another. They each narrowed their eyes, knowing that no dragon could produce such a feat that it would shake the whole of The Valyrian Freehold, soon they were interrupted when Aerion rushed into the dining hall...

"Leliana, they were right, its happened, The Doom has come..."

Daeron looked at his father with widened eyes, wondering how the Prophetic Dream of The Targaryen Family had actually come true, but right now, he knew that his family had to find some way to survive. He looked to his mother and father, he noticed they both blinked away tears, wanting to appear strong in front of him, it was like they had already made a decision on who was to survive...

"Find her Aerion, bring her here, otherwise Daeron is not going to say goodbye..."

Aerion nodded, rushing out of the door, heading to Vhagar knows where, but Daeron had a feeling that his Father was going to find his sister. Daeron turned his head to look back at his mother, noticing that she was looking at him with tears freely running down her face, his mother took his arm and guided him down below, towards The Vaults, and where they kept The Dragons, Raenar, Brightflame, and Lucion.

"When you were born, I was so happy, nothing could ruin that day. I would sacrifice anything and everything for you to live, for you to thrive. Well, it seems the God Vhagar, is cruel and that decision has come. Today, Daeron, either you or sister, survives, but not all of us. A Vailon of our own had a prophetic dream also..."

Daeron looked to his mother with narrowed eyes, not liking the way that this conversation was heading, his own violet eyes shone with knowing and sadness. Even if his mind had accepted what was to happen, his heart was not. He looked to his mother, keeping his face stoic, being taught by his mother in politics had helped him on some occasions and now was one of these moments. He was Daeron The Strong, he would not appear weak as a child...though, in reality, he was...

"It was stated that only The Last Vailon would survive The Doom, he would make his way to Skyhold, trying to find out anything and everything on The Targaryen's, considering they had predicted The Doom, however, we would sacrifice for this One Vailon to survive, and that is what we are doing..."

Daeron gripped his mother's arm tightly, like a child that did not want his mother to leave him so early, he was merely 18 and he still needed training in the art of politics, although he was still skilled with The Blade and often referred to as The Warrior himself, which he often disregarded, considering he did not take to The Seven and prayed to The Valyrian God of Magic, Vhagar...

"Mother please, I beg you, do not do this! I am but a sword, I am not like you! I am not like Daenerys, I cannot be The Last Dragon, I cannot be The Last Vailon. I cannot soar.."

In response, his mother turned her head, her eyes blazing with fury as she struck him across the face with the palm of her hand. She had rarely laid her hand on her children, but when Daeron was being like, she had gotten easily angry. Daeron often doubted his abilities, it was why when Raenar, The Strongest Dragon in The Vailon Dynasty had bonded to him, he had rejected it at first but warmed up to it...

"My Beautiful Son, My little boy, never say that never give your enemies a chance to strike against you, because that is the Weakness that the bastards across the sea will use against you. You can soar, you will, and you will conquer. You will find that many things are in the vaults, and it will open, once you awaken..."

Soon they were at the Large and Costly Vault of The Vailon's, it was something that Daeron often smiled at, but not now, this was the last time he was too see his mother. Turning to face her once more, he hugged her tightly, not wanting to let go, but knew that he had too. Leliana had stepped forward, cutting her palm and pressing her hand to the Vault. It glowed a bright Red, before opening with a wail that disturbed the ears...

"Goodbye My Son, do use all the preparations inside to your advantage, after all, we are not one of the Most Powerful Dragonlords for nothing..."

Daeron gripped onto his mother's, he felt the rumbling again, knowing that it was time for him to say his goodbyes. He once again gave her a fierce hug, before he heard the whispered words of his mother, informing him to go to Skyhold and seek assistance, and advice from The Maestar that would be stationed there when he awoke. He nodded fiercely, not wanting his mother to worry, Daeron let his grip loosen, but did nothing to remove himself from his mother.

"I love you mother, I will carry our family to new heights, of that, I promise you and I will gladly make sure that all three of you are proud of me...I shall soar."

Leliana pushed her son lightly in the vault, their eyes did not leave each other, staying locked onto one another. Leliana closed the vault doors slowly, as a bright red aura started to surround the Vault Doors. As the doors finally closed with an echoing clang, Leliana had gotten three vials of blood from her kit, she poured the blood onto her hands and placed her hands onto the Vault doors, feeling the coldness that made an unpleasant shiver run down her spine.

Leliana started muttering an extremely powerful ward and time freeze spell in Valyrian under her breath, tears running down her face, as she felt the life drain from her. She knew this would be draining, but to this point was something she had not expected, with a shuddering gasp, Leliana backed away from the vault and sighed, she looked up, knowing that her time had come, she had done it, she had preserved the future of Vailon.

Her son was The Last Dragon...

||| The Last Dragons |||

With a deep breathing Gasp, Daeron shot up. His breathing was slowly evening out, but he could not help but remember the dream and he knew it was real. His Mother had protected him, his Father had protected him, his Twin Sister had also protected him. They all sacrificed themselves for him, Daeron The Warrior some called him, but that name no longer had meaning. It meant nothing to the outside world, because he was meant to be dead, and yet, here he was. The last living Vailon, The Survivor.

Daeron looked around The Room, he noticed that it was as large as The Dining Hall, actually, it could fit two dining halls. Daeron was shocked and surprised, the number of chests that were in the Vaults. It was surprising and more or less, guaranteed for a Family like The Vailon's. Daeron coughed, standing up and rubbing his face. He needed to get situated and get to Skyhold, after all, he had no idea what was going on in the world, and he had a feeling that many of the cities that were under Valyrian Rule would have gone to war with one another...

Daeron stood still once he noticed the very large form of his bonded Dragon, The Beast of Valyria, Raenar. He was also frozen, along with his smaller siblings, Brightflame and Lucion. All had been frozen and possibly awaiting his touch or blood so that they could become free. Daeron shook his head, he would loom things over in the vault, before continuing with the rest of his plans. He needed to organize himself, so Daeron walked towards the table at the end of the vault, that held of Map of Westeros, and Essos.

'Skyhold lies on an Island that is just off Essos and East of Dragonstone, it should be a Week at best, four days if the winds are blowing in my favor.'

Daeron gripped his head with his hands, rubbing his head, to calm down a coming headache. He was still going over the fact that he was now Dragonlord Of Vailon, in all terms, he could be considered the Last beacon of hope for those that wanted a New Valyria, while Daeron loved his home Kingdom, he would not rebuild it, for The Valyrian Era had ended and in times of ending, things must change to give birth to the New.

Daeron noticed two Valyrian Steel Swords, The Swords that were used by his Great Grand-Father in which was used to slaughter the former Rulers of Skyhold. Some say that the Valyrian Steel Swords were charmed to light aflame on command by the Wielder, others had said that the Swords would gift the wielder with enhanced, while Daeron did not believe the Rumors, he knew that the Valyrian Swords were beautiful and he would wield them, just as his Forefather did...

Daeron gripped the Onyx Black Valyrian Sword, he noticed that the Pommel was in the shape of a Dragon's Mouth, roaring. The Crossguard was in the shape of Black and Red Wings, the colors of Vailon. Daeron grabbed two sword sheaths and clasped them around his waist. He placed The Sword, Soar, on the right. As he eyes gleamed looking at the Bastard Valyrian Sword, it was exactly the same design as the Longsword, but instead, it was a Milky White. This was the sword, Fiendfyre, The First Ancestral Weapon of Vailon. He gripped it tightly, placing it in the Left Sheath...

'The History and Legacy of Vailon are all in this vault, The Legacy can end with me, or it can begin anew, Mother, if you're watching me right now, I do hope you know what you've done. I do hope that I can make you proud."

Daeron walked towards one of the Chests, looking it over, he felt drawn to it for some reason. He opened it up and was shocked to find that over 20 Dragon Eggs were in this chest, along with an assortment of Valyrian Steel Daggers, Currency, and a Dragon Horn. Daeron noticed that there were plenty chests around The Vault if they were all filled with Dragon Eggs and Valyrian Steel, then he would need to check them all, knowing that he would have an advantage.

Daeron had collected the horn and one of the Daggers, knowing that it was always good to have an extra weapon on hand. Also, he felt that he would need the Horn soon enough. Daeron looked over to the most valuable thing in this room, His bonded, Raenar The Beast, he was still frozen and his blood red eyes looked calm. Something that Daeron knew would change in an instance, Daeron walked over to the frozen Dragon and smiled, knowing that it was time to reunite...

"Raenar, Let us Soar once more, and bring our Family Name the honor it deserves..."

Daeron whispered in High-Valyrian, Daeron bowed his head, gripping the Valyrian Steel Dagger as he cut his palm and placed it over Raenar. What Daeron did not know was that Raenar and his siblings were linked, which meant when Raenar was unfrozen, Lucion and Brightflame followed soon after.

The only Daeron heard was large booming roars coming from all three Dragons, soon they had died down and all The Dragons looked at him, seemingly trying to recognize Daeron. It only lasted for a second before all three Dragons bowed their heads in submission or respect, either way, they had approved of Daeron becoming their Rider or Leader in times like this. Daeron walked towards The Vault Doors and placed his bloodied hand on the Vault Door, which opened with a wailing clang of steel...

All Daeron saw was his former manor had been destroyed by The Doom, The Smoke that had been left, it was nothing but a Wasteland, A place where scavengers thought it would be easy pickings, but Daeron knew, people would find no treasure or goods here, it had all been destroyed. The only Dragons left were The Targaryens across The Narrow sea, and himself, but still, his family had people ready to support him, he just hoped that Skyhold was in good hands...

Daeron noted that Vault Doors had slowly closed itself and The Magic his mother used came into usage, as the Vault Doors could not be used by anyone unless they had Vailon blood...

'I will miss this place, my Home...Valyria is dead, but the Dragons are not...'

Daeron once again whispered in High Valyrian, knowing that the Dragons had understood him well.

Daeron noticed that Lucion and Brightflame quickly took to the skies, once again wanting to enjoy the feeling of flying, he imagined that the Dragons loved being able to do it once more. Raenar though, his head had remained at the knees of Daeron, waiting for The Rider to climb onto him and lead him to wherever they need to go.

With a single tear rolling down his cheek, Daeron climbed onto Raenar's back, gripping the spiked horns that were like reins on a horse. Raenar flew towards the sky, heading towards Skyhold, but before they truly made the journey, Raenar, Lucion, and Brightflame all circled each other and blew their flames into the skies, the last salute to the Valyrians of The Freehold...

'To Skyhold we go...'

Raenar flew off towards Skyhold, with his siblings following after him...


A/N:

We now know of how Daeron survived the doom, which was by a sacrifice done by his Mother, Father, and Sister.

Daeron is going to the Last Territory held by his family, Skyhold.

The Dragons will not go unnoticed, maybe The Targaryens hear some rumors...

For now, Daeron is going to be finding out what he can for now...