Dragons and Thrones: Final War – The Dragon Queen Rises
Chapter 10 of my crossover story, enjoy.
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Solas
Pondering over all that had happened lately, everything he had just overheard, the Elven Mage Solas sighed, he was concerned greatly.
'This should have happened sooner; trying to rally everyone together. But now there is to be a war...' He thought in dismay. 'We are running out of time, but because some people just have to be stubborn and blind, we are forced to fight a war amongst ourselves, while our real enemy closes in.'
All around him, the various armies that had now come together under Daenerys Targaryen were readying themselves for battle. He shook his head; there was still so much ahead of them, despite how far they'd come.
Then there was other matters that required his attention too. 'Even after all this is over, there is still...that. The path I must walk and walk alone; the next step draws near.'
Composing himself however he focused on the here and now. He had some talking to do before he was done here. He had already spoken to Lord Stark and his family, now he had to talk to someone else. Working his way through the crowd and into the castle he soon found his way to where Daenerys Targaryen stood, examining a map. Her eyes were narrowed and she seemed frustrated, and perplexed, by something.
Approaching her cautiously, Solas spoke up.
"Your Grace, might I talk to you alone for a moment?"
She started and then looked up. "Oh, of course...You are…?"
He bowed his head. "Solas, Your Grace, I am a Mage and..."
"Ah, yes, I remember seeing you with Lord Stark." She replied; nodding.
Shifting slightly, fidgeting with his necklace again, Solas wondered where to begin.
"Yes, the Starks have been most kind to me, to my people..." He replied. "I have heard much about you and I admit, I have my hopes."
Daenerys observed him cautiously. "You make it sound as if...You're not joining us, are you?"
Solas shook his head. "No, I must return to Winterfell; there is still much I must do, if I am to be of any help against Corypheus and it must be done there."
"You are certain of this?" She asked; when he nodded she sighed. "Corypheus. What if he's playing us, if he attacks now, when we're not ready…?"
She looked at him worriedly and Solas just bowed his head again.
"I am glad to see I am not the only one with that fear, Lord Stark is worried too..." Solas admitted. "But, this is a gamble and we must put it to use."
Daenerys sighed. "We're playing with Corypheus' arrogance, praying it prompts him to wait for us, so he can show off his abilities...But if he is aware of that, then surely he..."
Solas smiled softly. "I can hardly claim to be capable of reading the mindset of one who aspires to Godhood. But, even if Corypheus is aware of such a thing, it is doubtful he believes we are aware of it, or capable of coming up with such a plan. That is his arrogance, he thinks he operates on a level no other being can comprehend."
Daenerys nodded, understanding fully.
It was that arrogance that would be his downfall hopefully. However, that wasn't the only reason Solas was here.
"Your Grace, there is something important I must discuss with you." He said quickly. "It concerns...your Dragons."
Daenerys tensed. "What about them?"
Solas sighed. "They are wild, angry, uncontrollable...possibly too dangerous for us at this moment."
"And yet, I..." She began.
Solas explained. "This is typical of Dragons, of their usual aggressiveness. I don't claim to be an expert, but I've seen enough to know that. Corypheus' own Dragon is a prime example, I believe I am close to unlocking it's secrets, which may be important for us in the future. But your own Dragons, with their behaviour..."
He left the statement hanging, but she knew what he meant.
Concerned she looked at him, her voice barely above a whisper. "What can I do?"
"Your Dragons may also be important, may be the key to our victory, but to do that, they must be kept under...control is the wrong word, but this aggressiveness, must be changed, channelled." Solas replied. "The only way to do that, if even half of what I've heard about the Targaryen's is true, is to achieve and understand with them, not by dominating them...They will lash out at that."
Silence followed as Daenerys took this in, worried.
"Then, how do I...is there something you can do to…?"
Solas shook his head. "Not exactly, you have that capability within you. The best I can do, is use my magic to draw out that potential...But in the end, it will be up to you to understand your Dragons."
Nodding Daenerys sighed. "Well, please do; the sooner I can figure this out, the better."
Quietly agreeing Solas worked his magic and, apart from a brief light-headedness, Daenerys claimed no ill effects. He just hoped that this would truly work, or they were all doomed.
Shortly after his meeting, he prepared to leave, he had done what he had come to do. He did not want to make a big deal of his departure; apart from quietly bidding farewell to the Starks as they got ready to set out, he mounted his horse and left, without saying a word to anyone. He had refused an escort, saying they would need every warrior they had, and began his journey, alone, back to Winterfell.
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