The Dragon
The world around Aerion was too loud, too many colors, too many smells, too many people. So he used his vast silver wings and took to the sky. The sky was where he belonged despite the heat of the sun on his scales or the sharp wind running through his many spikes. Something in his head screamed go east so he shifted his large body in the opposite direction of the sunset.
He flew through the air like a hot knife through butter. Could there ever be such a more peaceful place than high above the clouds? The answer was no, there was only him and him alone up here. Aerion had never known such peace. In his old life he was a weak babe born to a house name to great to hold onto his frail shoulders. Now he was the very thing all his family wish they could be.
When Aerion finally felt himself grow tired he glided down to the land below him. It was a desert, a vast lonely desert but he found a large mountain where he might roost. And so he landed atop the large mountain, curled himself into his spiked tail and closed his large violet eyes. Soon enough sleep found him and drifted him away.
When the sun made its way to the blue sky again he opened his eyes. Only to find that he no longer had wings and scales only large muscular arms and skin. Aerion sat himself up and realized he was as nude as the day he was born only this time not stuck in his mother's womb. Upon awaking he ran a hand through his hair that never grew past ears and found that he had a long mane of flowing silver hair.
In fact when he stood up he could see that his whole body had changed. His shoulders were insanely broad and muscular, his flat skinny stomach was replaced with abs that seemed to be carved by a myrish artist, his jaw felt hard as stone and insanely chiseled, his legs were long and muscular instead of short and frail, even his manhood had grown twice the size. Instead of just bearing the name Targaryen now he was the image of one. A tall muscular man with long silver hair and violet eyes.
But then he remembered that he was on top of a steep mountain with no way for him to climb down. There was no way he was getting down. Unless he flew, if he could turn into a dragon once then he could do it again. Unfortunately Aerion sat in the desert son for many hours trying to do so with no luck. Aerion tried using pain to change which only resulted in him finding out his skin was almost as hard as the scales of a dragon to what extent he didn't dare test. Then Aerion attempted simply jumping into the air thinking he'd change but that didn't work either.
Finally he started to meditate. Thinking of flight. Thinking of fire. Thinking of scales. Thinking of spikes. Then he was engulfed in a great flame of wildfire. The wildfire burned and fried everything within two feet until finally a dragon was born again. Aerion was large, bigger than the Red Keep maybe.
His scales were clean and sleek. His spikes like a thousand pikes and his wings vast and strong. His teeth bigger than any sword. Aerion roared and felt the ground rumble under him. Finally he extended his wings and took flight. The powerful thunderclap of wings were heard and he was free again. He could go anywhere he wanted. He could do anything he wanted. He could fly to the Red Keep and take the Iron Throne. He could fly to Valyria and find the secrets of his lost people or he could fly to his twin.
At the thought of his twin he became sad. She would likely die from the usurpers assassins. All because she was born Daenerys Targaryen. He wished he knew where she was otherwise he would have all ready been there. He would have protected her like he should have. Aerion yearned for his lost twin, the sister he shared a womb with and was separated from.
Aerion's sadness was replaced by an anger that burned like hot oil in his veins. He will find her no matter the cost. No matter the sacrifice, no matter how many lives he had to take, no matter who he had to turn to ash. Aerion made a vow to himself in his mind, to find the lost twin before she dies, if only to hold her for a second, if only to hear her voice for a moment. He will find her. And they will take what is their with fire and blood.
(A/N) sorry for the long wait everyone I hit writers block and minor laziness I hope this chapter and the next make up for it.