284 A.C.

Bear Island

"Daeva" Draessivos Ahamkara Valyaena Tiababylos Naelyria "Naela" the Fyreheart

For one of the few rare times in her entire life, Naela chose to sleep on the journey from the Iron Islands to Bear Island. There, she dreamt, of wonders and beauty, of horror, of events and spoken words of days gone by, of days that maybe, and days that will never be.

She saw her mother again, Alyssaendria, dressed in an ivory silk gown embroidered with rainbow quartz and trimmed in white-gold. The gown blended in with her Platinum white hair in the shade. But in the light of day, she was a walking Rainbow, a Dragon of Many Colors. Her Mother was nestled on her bench beneath the large maple in the palace courtyard, it's leaves gave it the appearance that the tree was on fire. Her mother was humming the Song of Ice and Fire, all the while knitting blankets and clothing for a baby, for this was when she had learned that she would be a grandmother for the first time, as Elliope and Balerion, Naela's eldest sister and brother and heir and consort to their father's throne, were to have their first child. Everyone was sure that it was a boy long before the veil of genders was lifted from Elliope's womb.

This far off memory, now in the form of a scattered dream, left Naela in tears for she knew that her mother would never finish those blankets. Naela shut her eyes and ears as the vision went black and the only thing that could be heard were the pipes and drums and chanting clergy of a royal funeral procession. A sea of Black,White, and Red... Naela remembered how broken her father was and how he broke down in eyes of all, as his other half to whom he wed for love was now lost to him in life. Her spirit now added to the luscious gardens Elysium. At least, that's what Naela hoped for. The heartbreak their father suffered would eventually claim his own life not long after.

Elliope had gone into early labour the night after the funeral and for 3 days, the realm held their breath in the hopes that the heiress's deceased mother and father had found each other on the other side and would reincarnate into the their unborn grandchild as one new soul.

When it was all over, the bells tolled, as the realm gave their blessings to heiress's heir, a Son. Though succession in the Old World was equal.

A momentous event brought about the eventually coronation, and the christening.

Under the rites of the Old Religion, the faith of all primals, Elliope and Balerion were crowned Emperor and Consort. And their son christened Tyraerion, in honour of his grandfather, Tyraenyx.

This began the reign of Elliope I, Balerion IV and Crowned Prince Tyraerion.

Upon her sister and brother's ascension, Naela and her other siblings would have to depart and leave the Old World behind, casting off their crowns and Prince statuses so that they may make dynasties of their own without benefitting from their father's legacy. Their father didn't want his children to be parasites upon each other, as the 13 were especially made to bring about their own dynasties. Shaped to rule their own kingdoms.

The Grand Exodus, as many archivists and historians of the Old World called it, before the Old World itself was swallowed by the waves, killing many primordials in the doing. Elliope and Balerion were also forced to leave as well, reestablishing themselves on Ulthos, a tropical continent South of the Shadowlands and Asshai.

Naela was not there when it all happened, when their mother and father's ashes and the ashes of her many forebears were lost as the continent broke apart, sending her childhood and all she had known into Oblivion.

Another far off memory came in to her in the form of a scattered dream. Her memories of the Imperial Army. At the age of 14, Naela took up a military career, hence why she was able to defeat the Northmen with ease. Though, all 12 of her siblings could've done it as well, since they were all given training by the master at arms.

When one the Emperor's middle child, joining the Army is one of the greatest luxury that few royals get. Daesyus herself join the royal navy when she was around Naela's age.

In the army Naela was completely stripped of all ranks and titles. Being a Prince of the Blood would not be permitted, as in the past, many royals used their status to gain high ranks. Naela's rise through the ranks would be solely on her own merit and not social status. As per the revised and reformed laws at that time. Though, a Dragonguard or two were always shadowing Naela on her father's orders.

Naela's strengths were in tactics and espionage and negotiating. Building spy networks, strategizing and making peace would be her greatest accomplishments everytime she looked back on it. Many plots against her father and the empire were foiled thanks to her.

Upon her promotion to Daeva, Naela was presented with her own dragon-forged swords as all 13 of them would get. Hers were curved bladed swords similar to the swords of YiTi named katanas. The sword Daesyus gave to Naela back at Starfall was one of these same blades. As were the blades Naela fought the Northmen with at the tower.

Though she was good with a sword, spear and physical combat, her many peers in the army were much better at it than her and she could be laid on her arse if she ever went up against them now.

She could remember them like it were only yesterday she had last spoken to them.

Aeganarr, charming and arrogant. He had hair and eyes and a smile as pale as alabaster. A real snake charmer, that one. He broke as many hearts as he stole.

Xaelyrion, always gambling when they were off duty. He could keep gold even if he shitted it. He stole from the carets at least five times before getting caught.

Val, the dutiful one in the group. She had an annoying love of organization, of always standard on top, of always needing to nail her colors to the mast.

And finally, Atreus, a playmate of Naela's youth who left with her to join the army. Her first friend, and her first bedmate, as he plucked her flower. Many a night she'd wake up from nightmares and he'd go to work between her thighs. She would have gladly married him if fate had deemed so.

But alas, her peers were all long dead, as were many of her original kin. First, second and third cousins all gone. For she and her siblings were God's chosen. To live for one purpose or another, until the end of days.

Another dream had come to her. Only this time, it was of something that would never be.

She saw Rhaenys laughing and as a growing Aegon was chasing behind her with no hope of catching up, tears in his eyes. The boy tried and fell and bawled his eyes out some more before Elia came and took her son into her arms.

The dream transitions and now, both Rhaenys and Aegon are old enough to wed. Rhaenys was clothed in a beautiful lavender gown that brought out the her purple eyes, lined in gold and silver. Aegon wore a Dornish style garb. Gold and Orange with an oranate fire-breathing dragon in the stitch work. His skin was now an olive complexion like his sister's and mother's, but where Rhaenys had Elia's Rhoynish dark hair, Aegon had his father's silver hair.

Naela dreaded how such a day never be because of what Tywin had done and what Jaime failed to do. The only course of action now, was to take all Tywin held dear. And the little visit Daesyus paid to Lannisport set the groundwork for Naela's Revenge, the Dragon's Revenge.

For every one thing of mine you take, you yourself lose 10,000 things in exchange. Naela thought.

The words and teachings of her parents; teachings that Naela has lived by for her entire life. The hundreds of thousands she's slaughtered in retaliation.

The kin and children she's avenged, occasional examples she's had to make to keep people in line.

The lion will know it's place.

And who are you, the proud Lord said,
That I must bow so low?

Only the blood of a darker coat, that's all the truth you'll know.

In a coat of Black, a coat of Red, a dragon still have fire.

And fire is hot, and strong my Lord,
Stronger than the lion's claws.

And so he spoke, and so he spoke, that Lord of Lannister, but now the flames scream o're his halls, with no one there to hear

Yes now the flames scream o're his halls, with not a soul to hear.

A melody that Naela reworked from the Rains of Castamere to symbolize Naela's promise to a sobbing six going on seven year old Viserys before they had parted ways on Dragonstone. The revenge of the Dragon against Westeros. At least the half that fought against them.

"NaeNae, wake up.." a familiar voice called out. "Valonqar, we're nearing the island."

Naela opened her eyes only to be greeted by three pairs of glowing eyes in the darkness of below deck. A pair of Jade green eyes, a pair lavender eyes and a pair of dark azure eyes.

She had remembered what happened.

After dealing with the Tyrells, Naela had boarded a ship down the Mander and made her way to the Iron Islands. There she reunited with Daesyus and were soon joined by their other siblings Vhagar, Alerria, and Bahaemond.

When it came to her and her siblings, people always assumed that Naela's elder siblings were more reasonable compared to her. The sad reality, was that she was more reasonable than. Them. Where as Naela was less reasonable than her younger siblings. Just that thought alone made Naela think about all 12 of her siblings.

Elliope, the eldest born child of all 13 children of the Astral Emperor Tyraenyx VII and Umbral Empress Alyssaendria. As heiress to the throne of the Old World, Elliope was groomed for inherit all of it. Archons, Princes and ArchDaevas sought her hand, when she was only three sennights old, but all of that quieted down when their brother Balerion was born nine moons later.. With skin as pale as a milk, straight, ivory hair that once grew to her ankles, and eyes like great blue stars, Elliope was considered the embodiment of the Song of Ice, yet she was a Primordial Prince of Ice and Fire, as their mother was Ice and their father was Fire. Elliope, as all of them, had a complex education of the political and marshal and then some... To those who knew nothing, Elliope was much like Stannis, humorless, just and dutiful and indifferent to others around her. But in truth, Elliope was actually the most emotional of the 13, the most mellow dramatic, and the most likely to abdicate the throne in favor of mummery. But she proved them all wrong when it came to the latter. Upon their father's untimely loss, Elliope grew a bit more serious as she lived up to her role as heiress and ascended the throne as the first of her name. By long tradition of the Old World and the Valyria after them, Elliope and Balerion wed, after their father put down defiant vassels who craved familial ties to the royal family. With morning star in hand, Elliope crushes her enemies with extreme prejudice.

Balerion, second born child, firstborn son. Born nine moons after Elliope. By long tradition, they were to marry upon them reaching majority. He possessed dusky skin, ivory hair shorter than Naela's own and eyes as red as blood. He much resembled their father. Balerion was always the quiet one, silent and extremely observate. Their mother always made japes about how they would have to put a bell around his neck to always know where he was. Rhaegar had unknowingly taken after his granduncle of many centuries with his charm and charisma and sad smile and kind-heartedness. However, Balerion wasn't born in grief nor was he plagued with superstitions or had a sense of doom about him. Balerion was more cunning, humorous like the rest of them and a much more attentive Prince, and older sibling. Balerion is the type of big brother that most desire yet almost all don't deserve. When Bahaemond was having nightmares as a child, Balerion slept in the same bed with him until Bahaemond fell asleep. When their sister Cereza wanted to join the clergy of the Old Religion against their father's wishes, Balerion explained to her that it was a noble cause, yet one of sadness and loneliness... When it came to Naela herself, he convinced her to join the army, acknowledging her potential for leadership in a simple game of capture the flag. With his prized claymore, Balerion sent heads rolling, believing that the judge should also be the executioner.

Daesyus, third eldest child, second born daughter. Birthed during a storm at sea and since then was call the Drowned Dragon and has a great love of saltwater and sea as a whole... Her marriage to their brother Meraxes took place at sea. She had dark amber skin, seafoam green eyes and waist length ivory hair that was always braided to where Daesyus' hair looked like hundreds of kraken tenicles. A sailing prodigy, and navel master. Own her first ship and crew at 12 and had a fleet of 30 ships before the age of 19. With Trident spear in hand, Daesyus hunts the seas for corsairs, pirates, slavers and smugglers for sport or to add on to her cannibal army and crew through certain techniques so unspeakable that not even Naela could dare think about, Naela, whom herself had spilled the blood of man, and woman, and child, the elderly, cripples, bastards and broken things in their hundreds and their thousands. Daesyus had named her crew 'Dead Water'. A mother of 12 and all of whom share her love of the sea. Daesyus was just as dangerous out of the water as she was in it. She has an unquenchable thirst for saltwater ale and an unsated hunger for oysters clams and cockles.

Meraxes, fourth born child, second born son. Vicious and smiling all the while, Meraxes was always fierce. Like Naela, Meraxes also joined the army, but gained the higher ranking of ArchDaeva, even though he was more insubordinate compared to Naela. Despite being the spitting image of Rhaegar, Meraxes was much taller, and more broad shouldered, with longer, straighter, and much more paler hair. Both in combat and in the carnal, he possessed curious and questionable appetites. As a child, Meraxes was much more reserved. But his first taste of war at 14, changed him, both for better and worse. Where he originally was easy to forgive everyone, now men would have to kill their first borns to gain forgiveness from Meraxes. Where he was once afraid of his own shadow, he now laughs at all opposition set against him. Where he once struggled keeping his own identity, he now shares Naela's appetite for mummery and glamours and assuming new faces. It was Meraxes who infiltrated the Red Keep, posed as the Kingslayer and robbed Robert of his unborn child and heir. When Meraxes confirmed that Cersei's child was indeed a son, Naela felt a twinge of satisfaction at robbing Tywin of grandson but when it came to revenge, Naela was never supposed to enjoy it. With his cruel axe, Meraxes deals ruin and death in his wake, but not for malice, nor pleasure, but for the sake of... He married their sister Daesyus, yet all of their children inherited Daesyus' sea-legs, all except one. Their youngest daughter, Caraxes had a similar bloodlust in her, but she rarely showed it in the presence of the family.

Alerria, fifth eldest child, third born daughter. Alerria had their mother's pale skin, curly ivory hair and lavender eyes. In the eyes of many, Alerria was the Blood of Old Valyria incarnate. If she wasn't Naela's sister, she'd call her a whore; which Naela heavily feels guilty over thinking, especially when she was no better at some point. Alerria was always had a sense of wantonness since the day she first flowered. She chose not to marry, yet has up to 18 daughters whom all are ignorant of their fathers names and identities, and all clearly by different men, but because they're all younger versions of their mother, with all of them having her eye colour, similar wardrobes and hair styles, none bothered to question who their fathers were. Precision was always Alerria's angle in life. Where Naela's true strength lied in information and drawing battle lines, and where Daesyus' lied in the naval might, Alerria's was marksmanship. Whether it be bow, crossbow, sling, or even throwing knives and tribuches, Alerria always found her mark. She could pin a fly to a tree a hundred yards away, without killing it.

Vhagar, sixth born child, third born son. The most learned of them all next to Naela. As a boy, he slept on a feather bed, supported by scores upon scores of books and tomes. His pillows were stuffed with scrolls. Arcane lore, history, poetry, Vhagar studied it all. Should the end of days fall upon the known world and all of the books and such we're destroyed, Vhagar could rebuild civilization by himself from the knowledge he's aquired throughout his life. Naela had closely shadowed her older brother of only a year and he in turn made sure that she always had new reading material. The two of them alone were known as the Book Thieves. The King of Knowledge the royal archivists called him, and Queen of Lore and History they would call her. Jokes began to circle about how Vhagar and Naela would marry and for a time, Naela welcomed the idea, humored that possible reality for herself. But Naela joined the army and when she returned, Vhagar was happily wed to one of their maternal cousins, Gaelaena, who gave him only one child, a son, Jaekar, and before long, Gaelaena vanished without a trace. Naela would help raise her nephew, seeing him as the son she wished she had with Vhagar. Of course, those feelings were gone now, and Naela moved on in her life. With his trusty javelin, Vhagar strikes down ignorance with no mercy.

Bahaemond, eighth born child, fourth born son. A mop top of curly pale hair olive skin and dark azure eyes, Bahaemond was like Balerion, he was the silent type. Always plagued by nightmares and visions as he was born with the gift of dragon dreams, a common trait in Naela's family, a trait that she passed down to her own descendants. Bahaemond would try to drown his nightmares and visions in his cups, drinking from dawn til dusk. At some point, Bahaemond was eventually rehabilitated, but left somewhat sadistic, more humorously sarcastic and more disinterested in the world around him, but he would always answer the call. He ended up diving into Black Alchemy, Shadowbinding, crafting instruments of torture and the Secrets of Dragonkind, a secret that all primals knew. He still remains unmarried and childless. Then again, all of Naela's siblings are guilty of. Bahaemond provided Daesyus with the painless poison used on the Lannister women and children when Daesyus paid them a visit. Bahaemond's specialty was poisons, but he was equipped with a rapier of dragon forged steel and a dragonbone hilt that doubled as a whip.

Syrax, nine born, fifth daughter. None were as energetic or as entertaining as Syrax. With eyes of fiery bronze, and hair braided into a monkey's tail that stretched all the way down to her feet and dragged behind her, Syrax was the definition of a Song. When she was singing or reciting poetry, she was dancing.

Dyraegoyx and Tyraegoyx, 10th and 11th born, fifth and sixth sons. When Naela thought of one, she had to think of the other simultaneously. Despite being absolute identical twins, Dyraegoyx and Tyraegoyx were as opposite as day and night. With copper brown skin, long hair braided to mirror each other's and bright lavender eyes, the twins were always at each other's throats, in a playful way. Where Dyraegoyx loved sugary foods and would hoard cream cakes in his bedside cupboard, Tyraegoyx loved spicy foods and would hoard spices in an assortment of jars underneath his bed. Where Dyraegoyx preferred wearing silks in Winter, Tyraegoyx preferred wearing furs in the Summer. Where Dyraegoyx has three lances, Tyraegoyx has a warhammer.

Cereza, 12th born, sixth daughter. The more pious of the 13 of them. With their mothers pale skin, short hair like Naela's and their father's red eyes, Cereza was the youngest of the girls. Like all of them, she had an extensive education, marshal and political. However Cereza had a thing for the clergy, most likely from their aunt Xaelia who joined and eventually rose to Archstormsinger or High priestess of the Old Religion. Stormsingers dressed in lavished hooded robes of smoke and dark scarlet and sometimes wore headdresses. The clergy of the Old Religion also allowed marriage and children as being fruitful and multiplying was one of the front-running teachings of their faith. Cereza was against the idea of marriage and was quick to tell their father of her intent. He vehemently objected, saying that The Powers That Be made her for a higher purpose. Upon Elliope's ascension to the throne, Cereza fulfilled her life long desire being a primal of the cloth. In the ages that followed, Cereza would rise to be the Archstormsinger and would be the one to issue Naela's dreaded vows of neutrality. The conclave of Stormsingers believed that Naela would bring about the breaking of the world, as she always left thousands dead in her wake. Cereza was a very reluctant accomplice, but she at least left her sister with a great many loopholes to which Naela took full advantage of.

Caelum, 13th born, seventh son. The runt of the litter, but not without his talents. Caelum was of a special breed of Dragon long gone, for he was blessed with Crystal Eyes, for his eyes were as pale as snow and almost translucent like crystals. In the elder days, the First Dragons had no one colour, but their scales, wings and eyes were woven of many colours, when exposed to light of any kind. Naela's own mother's eyes shifted between more than one colour, and thus she passed on the unique trait to her children, as even though 12 out of the 13 of them had distinct eye colours, their eyes shimmered other colours. Crystal Eyes represented purity and power, making Caelum the strongest and weakest of all 13 children. Caelum would the epithet Sleeping Dragon, due to his constant slumber, despite being pass the age a primal requires sleep. He was born with a weaker constitution. Because of this, the more energy he exerts, the longer he sleeps to recover his strength back. Nowadays, he sits in a wheelchair being escorted and cared for by his own Dragonguard. In many ways, he matured the least. Caelum is a pugilist, fighting with his fist and a combination of martial arts and acrobatic movement. As flexible as Naela, if not more so.
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