I should describe my dragons. I've taken a lot of different ideas from different books I've read. I seriously doubt that dragons are just fire-breathing lizards. I feel like they have intelligence and magic. Also in a book called Dragon Rider because the dragons didn't move they turned into stone. All of the dragons have their own looks. However all of them are based off of European dragons. Shanahan isn't a Chinese style dragon. He is a European style dragon just add two long whisker things hanging from a little back from his nose. Does that make sense? Also I tried to pick strange names that would have meaning. I can't find what the hell Daerion means, only horoscopes, but Shanahan= "wise one". You'll meet some others in this chapter.

So don't own, and hope you enjoy.

Chapter 3

Jon's Pov

I watched as the story of Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen played out. Rhaegar looked like a prince for lack of better description. He was tall, regal, but stern. Lyanna looked like Arya. She had the Stark look, and wildness. I thought I was just looking at a grown Arya.

It started at the tourney of Harrenhall. Lyanna had dressed like a night and out jousted most of the men there, while calling herself the Knight of the Laughing Tree. Rhaegar found her and they began to talk before Lyanna had to leave.

Later, Rhaegar played a song, on his harp, while singing. Lyanna broke down and cried. Not long afterwards Brandon my uncle left for Riverrun, while my father left for the Vale. She was left with her younger brother and father. My grandfather was… ambitious. Father never talked about him, but I could see he had greed in his heart.

Not long afterwards they said their vows underneath a weirwood tree. They ended up in Dorne, in what must have been the Tower of Joy. They stayed there until Lyanna was slightly rounded with child. They had discussed the gender and talked of the 'Prince that was Promised'. Rhaegar thought it was Aegon, but Lyanna said that their child was one of ice and fire. They discussed names and it was decided that if it was a girl her name would be Visenya. A boy would be given a Northern name.

When he left I knew what happened to him. Killed at the hands of my father's best friend and his family murdered. Lyanna cried, and raged, and seemed to only live for the child in her stomach after she heard of Rhaegar's death. She clung to her round stomach singing Northern lullabies that I recall, and telling histories of the Kings of Winter.

Then she gave birth. No one could help her as she was surrounded by only Kingsguard and one uneducated wet nurse, who had only had one child. She screamed and screamed and worked so hard.

Then the child was born. I knew it was me. I was dark haired, covered in blood, and squalling loudly. I was handed to my mother but I was laid at her side because she was so weak that she couldn't even cradle me. She kissed my bloody forehead and soothed me. Even as more and more of her blood leaked on to the bed until she was surrounded in a dark red pool.

I could hear boots making their way up the tower steps. Then my uncle, Eddard Stark, burst into the room. He immediately runs to his sister's bedside.

"Lyanna-"

"Promise me Ned. Promise me that my little Jon will be safe. Promise me, Ned."

"I-I promise, Lyanna."

She smiles at him kisses my forehead again and with that she stops. Stops moving, breathing, anything. Eddard starts shaking her causing me to cry. Then it goes black.

They are quiet for a few minutes until Daerion asks.

"What is the 'Prince that was Promised'?"

"The 'Prince that was Promised' was a prophecy given to Aegon Targaryen or Aegon the Conquerer or maybe it originated here. No one quite knows. However it was said that a prince with the blood of dragons born out of smoke and salt and his is the song of ice and fire. He was the son of the Bard Prince."

"Yes, I remember that one. That prophecy was seen right here in the palace's diviner's pool. Of course I wasn't hatched yet, but I do remember hearing the people there speak of it."

"I have a sneaking suspicion that it's you Jon." I look at him like he's grown another head.

"What do you mean me?"

"Well, your father was called the Bard Prince."

"Yes, that is true, and according to the vision your father's family is associated with fire, while your mother's with ice."

"You have very strong affinities to both."

"He does?"

"Yes, and you washed up from the sea onto 'Valyria' which is salt, and I breathed judgment fire on you and you gained your magic which is smoke."

"Can he use any of his magic?" Shanahan asks curiously.

"Yes, he melted 4 centuries of rock off of me."

"4 centuries. You mean to tell me that I've been here for 4 centuries?!"

"Yes our masters died that long ago."

"Do you want the rock melted off?" I ask.

"That would be wonderful…"

"Just call me Jon. I'm not one for titles."

"Well thank you Jon, but let us get out of the library."

I'm again grabbed up and put of Daerion's head. Once we're outside an excited Ghost comes to greet me as I'm lowered from Daerion's head. I then hear a gasp. I look at Shanahan.

"Is that an albino dire wolf?"

"Yes, that's my companion Ghost."

"I've never seen such a handsome specimen before. How old is he?"

"About 6 or 7 moons."

"Still a pup. What was his ranking in the litter?"

"Runt."

How interesting. He is healthy?"

"Yes."

"Is he around any females?"

"His sisters, there aren't many dire wolves South of the Wall. In fact, his mother and litter were the first seen in over a century."

"The Wall. I still marvel over it. To think such savages could build something so structurally sound, and large, and utterly amazing. Your mother's ancestors built it."

"Yes."

"Shanahan, we should probably get you rock free."

"Ah, yes. I'll go over here, away from the library."

The large dragon walked over to a spot without any paper whatsoever. I imagined the fire again and he looked amazed. I then did the same to him as I did to Daerion. The fire melted off the old dragon revealing a dull yellowish green with slightly yellowed plates on his stomach. He had some dark toad green patches here and there on his body and his whiskers were white.

"How ingenious, melting the rock off of our bodies. Of course it would be vulnerable to magic. I'm guessing it was Jon who thought of it."

"Well, not the magic part."

"Yes, well Westerosi people don't have much access to it. I can understand."

"Well anyways, we should probably start trying to find him a shelter, or go to the nesting grounds."

"I say we should go to the nesting grounds. I am worried as to why there have been no hatchlings."

"Then let's go."

Daerion lowers his head once again and I climb onto the same spot I was the first time I flew. They unfurled their wings and took off into the sky. I'm still awed by the sight. I feel like I will never get used to it. The flight lasts until the sun is much lower in the sky. We have a few more hours of sunlight.

They begin to descend and see a huge mountain. It's not jagged but it's steep. Most likely it's only accessible by dragons and people who ride them. We land on a huge ridge seemingly carved into the side after he put down Ghost. I get down and enter cautiously, and after seeing it's in complete darkness light a fire with my accessible magic.

It's like were walking through a hall made of figurines. None of them have rock on them but their frozen. Almost like they're covered in a thin invisible sheet of ice.

"This is dark magic."

"How will we help them?"

I was distracted by their hushed voices and tripped on a bone of some sort and had my head bash a rock. Everything went black.

8

3rd Person Pov

Daerion watches in horror as Jon fall and hits his head on a rock. He was immediately worried as he knew how delicate humans were. Shanahan picks him up but before he could some blood from the gash on his forehead hits the floor.

Then everyone moves it's like time started to work again. The lights turn on and Daerion sees his beautiful mate Aodh (pronounced add-wee) walk towards him.

"Daerion, what's going on? Who is the boy?"

"Aodh you've been stuck in place for 4 centuries!"

"What!?" All of the females launch into a panic and check their eggs to see if they are alive.

"There was dark magic keeping you like this. We should probably go to the palace to see, why. The destruction of our masters came from that direction."

"Our masters are dead?"

"What of the country?"

"What about my mate Lerion?"

The cave erupts into a cacophony of worried questions. Many hold their hatchlings or eggs closer to them.

"Quiet! I don't know what happened to your mates. However, he is a descendant of our country with a pure heart and an amazing destiny. I'm worried about our people. If anyone can come with me to the palace then let's go!"

A few females follow behind Daerion and Shanahan as they leave the cave. However before they leave Shanahan hands the young boy to Aodh.

"Aodh, take care of him."

"I will Daerion."

Aodh studies the boy. He has pale skin which is strange amongst the Valyrians. His hair was dark and curled, also strange but just because of the curls. He was clean shaven and young. Not much older than 10-and-2 by her assumption.

"Who is he?"

"What a queer little boy?"

"He's so pale."

"Why is his hair so strange?"

"Is he alive?"

"Yes Máthair (pronounced Maw-her) he is breathing. He will be fine. Young one always are."

"I will leave you to take care of him."

Máthair took the others away and Aodh went to her room. She breathed more fire onto the one underneath her eggs and sat the boy down on a heated rock.

She waits for a while until she hears a soft groan of pain. She sees his eyebrows scrunch up and his eyes open. They reveal gray eyes that are slightly clouded with pain.

"Hello, young one." His head snaps up to see her face.

"Hello, who are you?"

"My name is Aodh. I'm Daerion's wife. And you are?"

"I am Jon, Lady Aodh. It is a pleasure." He tries to stand only to almost fall.

"Careful young one, sit down, and please just call Aodh. I am no lady."

"Of course L- Aodh."

"How did you get here?"

"I fell off my ship."

"Oh? How old are you Jon?"

"10-and-4."

"You are very young."

"Yes, but I had to grow up fast. I was raised as a… base born, to protect me. However, his lady wife didn't know that and she wasn't keen on taking me in as her own son."

"I see, but you are not a base born?"

"Yes, I just learned it earlier today. The man I thought was my father was really my uncle. He claimed me as his bastard because my father was the deposed and late crown prince. His friend may have taken the throne but my siblings were brutally killed and the new king had pardoned, even congratulated it."

"Humans can be terrible beings, but they can be amazing ones also."

"Yes. Is that your egg?"

Aodh looked and saw him looking at the fire with the egg in it.

"Yes, it is almost hatched. Have you ever seen a dragon hatch?"

"I've never seen a dragon before today."

"Well hopefully they will hatch today."

"Why are you blue?"

He seemed perplexed by her very light silvery blue color. She then remembered that he was rather new to all of the dragon culture and such.

"Well each element has a color. Red is fire, green is earth, dark blue is water, yellow is lightning, light blue is ice, and silver or white is air. We are all aligned with an element."

"Like how I'm aligned to fire and ice when it comes to magic?"

"You are aligned to both?"

"Yes."

"Let me see."

Jon begrudgingly took off his chemise and doublet again. The dragon studied it and her eyes got large.

"Well I'll be, you are. Having two completely opposite elements is unheard of!"

"Well, my father's family was associated with fire while my mother's with ice."

"Who are your parents?"

"My father's name was Rhaegar Targaryen. The descendant of a man who enslaved some of your people. My mother, is descended from the first men and the Kings of Winter. Her name was Lyanna Stark."

"Was? You are an orphan?"

"Yes, my mother died in childbirth. My father died fighting against the man whose betrothed had run into his arms."

"Oh, I do not blame you for your ancestor's deeds. I am sorry that you lost your parents."

Just then there was a cracking sound. They look over and see that the egg is hatching. Aodh immediately runs towards it and Jon is taken along after he's balanced on her shoulder. Once the crack is all of the way through there's a rush of energy. Then a barrier that Aodh can't seem to breach.

8

Jon's Pov

There was a barrier surrounding the egg of Daerion and Aodh. I had to hold on with as much strength as I could. Then I see it and I almost fall into a trance.

"Aodh," I hear myself say, "let me down."

She looks at me with worried eyes. Once she sees my calmness she does what I ask. I walk towards the barrier not able to control myself, but not wanting to. Then I walk past the barrier towards the fire with the egg in it. There's a little silver dragon with light blue and red swirls all over it.

It coos at Aodh before looking at me. I stretch out my arm and it shakes itself off and flies onto my arm. Once it lands I know somehow that it's my dragon. The barrier disappears and all of the females the swarmed into the room during Aodh desperate screeches stare in awe.

"I can't believe it."

"That hatchling gives off more power than me and my mate combined."

"How?"

I walk back to Aodh and the hatchling screeches happily. It flies to it's mother and I say.

"It's a boy."

"Ho-how did you do that?"

"I- I don't really know. I just did."

"Well, Jon. I believe because of your rescue of my child I think you should be the one to name him."

I ponder it before thinking of a name.

"Cearnaigh (pronounced Kearny)."

"Cearnaigh I like it."

So hope you like this chapter.