Chapter 17. The Dawn Of Dragons.

"Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

From what I've tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

To say that for destruction ice

Is also great

And would suffice."

--Robert Frost(Fire And Ice)

The Red Keep.

Varys bowed as he left the King's office later that night, a grim look across his face.

Having just had a meeting with a very displeased royal family, he knew they would never allow his niece stay in the Red Keep any further.

A disaster.

The prince had looked furious. The Queen and her daughter the same. And the King. Never before had he seen him look so… fierce.

Curse Illyrio! Curse him and his inability to train the girl as he should have!

He sighed, walking in the direction of said niece's apartment. He knew what to expect. Screams of fury and anger.

Sometimes… he was not an idiot. Sometimes she reminded him so much of the mad king Aerys.

A shiver went through him at the thought of those two ever meeting. A damning thought.

He was let through by the single guard by the door, something which confused him a little.

Just one guard? That was quite unlike her.

"Aelora?"

He called out, glancing towards her bedchambers and calling out once more.

"Aelora."

Still nothing.

He frowned, moving towards the door and knocking.

"Aelora. You will seize your childish tantrums and come out this door. Now."

He commanded with a displeased frown and waited.

Still nothing.

"Lady Mopatis."

He gritted his teeth slightly, knocking on the door, and when there was no answer, walked through.

It was empty and very unruly.

He looked around as a feeling of apprehension went through his spine.

"Aelora?"

He called out, just in case she was at the balcony. And yet nothing.

Nothing… until his eyes caught sight of an open chest.

"By the gods…"

He mumbled beneath his breath, rushing towards it and finding it empty.

"Stupid girl!"

He spat out, hitting the chest to the ground and turning on his heels, rushing out the apartment.

Once out, he turned towards the guard.

"You there! Where is the Lady Mopatis?"

He demanded, but the guard ignored him and Varys gritted his teeth in anger and fear, fingers shaking with tension.

The sound of footsteps getting closer startled him and he turned to see one of Aelora's maids heading towards them and he sighed in relief, rushing towards her.

"You there! What is your name?"

The summer islander maid servant curtseyed in respect.

"Missandei, my Lord."

"Yes. Where is your Mistress?"

Missandei frowned, a look of confusion across her pretty face with a scar healing across her cheek.

"I do not know, my Lord. She sent me on an errand all afternoon."

Varys cursed out loud, uncaring of witnesses as he rushed off muttering about imbeciles and problematic nieces.

Missandei watched him leave with a look of concern as she rushed into Lady Mopatis' bedchambers and spotted the empty chest overturned on the floor and her worry increased.

Having heard about the humiliation of her Mopatis heiress from some other maids, she knew how angry Aelora Mopatis could get. She knew how her mind worked and how far she could go if she felt jilted.

She'd also heard her muttering about dragons and hatching them for days now, and she wouldn't deny being scared at the gleam her eyes always took in those moments.

Knowing the Lady Mopatis though, she knew just who she would go after in this instance… and as Missandei's worry built, she ran as fast as she could towards the Ladies' Keep.

Abandoned Building.

She let out a pained groan as she slowly gained conscious once more.

But it hurt. And her ears ringing rather irritatingly.

She could hear muffled cries in the backgrounds. And oh how she longed to touch her head but she couldn't. Or rather yet, she couldn't move her hands.

Perhaps that was what made her begin to focus even more as she blinked rapidly trying to adjust to the dark.

And when she finally did, the memories flooded in as well.

She had been kidnapped…

She looked around as much as she could, realizing she laid on the ground, on her side, tied from her shoulders to her ankles with her hands tied behind her, leaving her very uncomfortable and in pain.

"Hmpf! Hmph!!"

She heard those muffled screams again, and shifted her head a little to see her maid, Sarah, tied down much like herself. But unlike Lyarra whose mouth was not stuffed, Sarah's was.

"Quiet down, you bitch. Or I'll have my way with ya!"

One of the burly men jeered and his companion laughed, making Sarah burst into frantic cries as much as she could.

And that was enough to snap Lyarra out of her pain.

"W-where am I?"

She finally spoke up, mouth a little dry. And the two men turned towards her in slight surprise.

"Must not have hit her in the head as hard as I thought. Go get the mistress."

One of the burly men ordered.

"Where is this place? What are you going to do with me?"

The man ignored her, whistling to himself.

"Who do you work for?... My father—"

"Your father will do nothing. You were a bastard not too long ago. I think you forget your place."

The nasal toned voice so very familiar, brought chills down Lyarra's spine as she watched Aelora Mopatis glide into the empty and obviously abandoned building, a smug smile on her face as 4 men accompanied her while 2 others brought in large barrels.

"Lady Mopatis?"

The silvery blonde gasped and Aelora's smile widened.

"Indeed. It is I. And this has been a long time coming."

Lyarra tried to wrestle with the bonds to no fruition.

"I don't understand. Why are you doing this??"

She cried out desperately as Sarah cried out where she was.

"And Sarah had nothing to do with this. Please, just let her go."

"Let her go?"

Aelora let out a loud nasally laugh.

"Why would I let her go… when she has become an accessory to this? No. She will die with you."

A chilly feeling ensconced her heart at the cold tone of the Mopatis heiress.

"What did I do to you?"

"Do?! What didn't you do! How dare you turn the prince's eyes from me! I am to be his bride! His Queen! And yet you of all people stand in my way! What does he see in you!"

Lyarra kept her mouth shut though anger built deep within her as Aelora ranted as much as she could.

"But not anymore. You are the obstacle to my plans. Because of you, the prince turned away from me, even when I prepared to give him my all. But without you in the picture… he will look to me. And if he doesn't…"

Her face took on a psychotic smile as she turned towards a dark corner where two large oval like items sat on the ground a few feet from them all.

Aelora walked over, carefully taking them in her hands and cradling them like babies, turning and walking towards Lyarra whose eyes widened at the sight of the rare gems in her hands.

"Dragon eggs…"

She breathed out in awe and no little trepidation as Aelora smirked, placing them right next to Lyarra's head.

"Indeed. Dragon eggs. My father acquired them through harsh means and they're worth almost half of his fortune. He loved me enough to get them as my bride price. What has your father done for you?"

She sneered mockingly at the younger girl who looked away in an attempt to hide the undeniable hurt she felt at Aelora's words.

"It matters not. You will be the ticket to me getting what I want. Your death shall ring in the beginning of a new era. An era of dragons reborn. Reborn from fire and death."

Aelora's eyes gleamed maniacally and Lyarra immediately suspected she was mad.

Even as the girl stood back up and turned towards the men in the room.

"Well what are you waiting for?! Do your job!!"

She screeched out at them and immediately, they grabbed barrels, tilting them slightly and Lyarra watched as green liquid poured out. The men moved around the room, pouring some on Sarah who cried as loudly as she could until one of the men kicked her unconscious.

Lyarra looked away at that, flinching slightly.

"Get some on her as well."

Aelora smiled smugly and watched as some of the green liquid was emptied on Lyarra as well, some splashing on Aelora's boot in the process and she wrinkled her nose in anger.

"Will you be CAREFUL WITH THAT?! Wildfire is expensive you idiots!"

As she screeched out, Lyarra coughed out, as she tasted some in her mouth, shaking her head to remove her now wet hair from her face, fear overtaking every other feeling.

"Wildfire??... What have you done!!"

She had heard and read about the mad king's obsession with the liquid. Looking at Aelora Mopatis who ignored her warnings, she began to wonder if perhaps she was Aerys Targaryen reborn.

Once all the barrels were emptied, with some of the idiots actually cleaning their wildfire wet hands on themselves, Aelora smiled at Lyarra one last time.

"Any last words?"

She smiled deviously.

"Aelora… please, you don't want to do this."

Lyarra begged the older girl. She may be immune to fire, but she didn't know how much. And she didn't know anything about wildfire either… only that it was destructive and easily spread faster than normal fire.

And then there was Sarah. Poor and innocent Sarah who had nothing to do with this except be caught at the wrong time. Tears began to fill Lyarra's eyes as her heartbeat quickened and she struggled with the ropes around her body to no avail, panic overtaking her senses.

"Please!"

Aelora ignored her though, turning and walking out the abandoned building.

"Don't bother crying or screaming either. This building is abandoned and situated around other abandoned buildings. By the time salvation comes, you will already be a burnt husk. Farewell bastard."

The door was closed with Lyarra struggling even further as a cry of fear escaped her lips.

Outside, Aelora glanced at one of her men who then grabbed a lit wood and threw it through an open window and into the building.

A feeling of satisfaction settled in her eyes.

But perhaps… perhaps Aelora really was as mad as described or just plain stupid.

She should have moved further away. For wildfire was indeed more dangerous than normal fire. More prone to catastrophic explosions.

Much harder to control if one had no understanding of the psychotic man-made fire of the seven hells.

Because as the fire spread inside the building, moving towards the stacked barrels of wildfire oil, the whole place caught fire… and right before Lyarra's eyes… exploded upwards and outwards, razing the building as well as a number of things around it, living things included, an impressive and loud green explosion lit up the night skies and made it daytime for a moment.

A sight to behold, as well as a sight that would scare many for years to come.

It was horrible to witness.

The Red Keep.
Minutes earlier…

Rhaegar Targaryen frowned in thought as he thought on what had happened earlier that evening.

Perhaps he had been too welcoming to the girl?

Was that perhaps why she thought it possible to seduce his own son without being punished?

And then there was his son. He had never seen him so furious before. The Kingsguard Gendry had informed him of the fury that had overtaken him to the extent of almost attacking the Lady Mopatis.

Not that he could blame him. Getting tied down to someone he had no modify of feelings for was not as easy as it sounded.

Rhaegar was one of those few whose arranged marriage had become one of fondness and companionship after years. And it wouldn't have been that way if not for the wonderful Elia Martell who had fought for what she felt she deserved.

A smile filtered across his lips… almost wistful in appearance.

His dearest wife who had been there for him even in his lost time. Times when he was caught up in a prophecy about 3 headed dragons and promised princes.

Times where he thought he had to have three children to kick start the prophecy, a prophecy that didn't seem as important now that time has passed.

His children were more than enough for him. His eldest about to be married in a moon and his son… his son was happy, he believed. He hoped.

He sighed, glancing down at the parchment on his desk, making a grab for his quill when the room began to shake, his inkpot tipping sideways and spilling ink on his table.

"What…"

The King of Westeros mumbled to himself as he gripped the edges of the desk tightly as Jaime Lannister stumbled in with a look of alarm.

"Your grace… an explosion—"

But Rhaegar was already on his feet, stumbling towards his opened window, going pale as he stifled an horrified gasp.

For miles away from Aegon's Hill, he watched green fire rise up into the skies, burning evergreen.

A sudden flashback to his father overtaking his mind.

At the same time, Elia, her daughter Rhaenys and good mother Rhaella sat together as Rhaella spoke.

"I knew there was something really wrong with that girl. Just the little time I spent in her presence…"

She shook her head as she grabbed a lemon cake to eat and Rhaenys frowned in thought.

"While I didn't exactly avoid her, I never actively searched her out either."

"And a good thing you didn't, granddaughter. She is one of Varys' underhanded schemes yet I cannot help but wonder if there is something deeper we do not see."

Rhaella turned to Elia.

"And where is Aegon? The poor boy. He must be in shock."

Elia and Rhaenys snorted at that.

"I wouldn't say shock, Rhaella. More anger and disgust. He was not happy with what happened, that much I can say."

Rhaella chuckled to herself.

"At least he hasn't fallen into the girl's grasps. Valyrian looking girls are very eye-catching, you see. Many would forego their attitude just to have a pretty face on their bedside."

Rhaenys stifled a smile.

"I don't know grandmother… I believe your grandson might have his eyes on one other."

The Queen mother looked up at that, slight alarm on her face.

"Other—"

BOOM!

A far away explosion rocked the skies and the Keep shook slightly, eliciting cries of surprise and alarm from the three women of separate generations just as Lewyn Martell and Jonothor Darry stumbled in with alarm and confusion in their eyes though ready to protect the women.

"What is going on?!"

Rhaenys cried out forcing herself to her feet as the shaking stopped.

"We do not know, princess."

Ser Jonothor spoke up but Lewyn Martell who had already rushed towards the balcony let out a string of curses that surprised everyone in the room.

"Uncle—"

Elia opened her mouth when he cut her off.

"WILDFIRE!!!"

Elia's bones chilled at that, Rhaella sinking into her chair with fear as she pressed a hand to her rapidly beating heart and Rhaenys moved to wrap her arm around her mother as they stumbled towards the balcony.

Lewyn rushed back in and glanced at Jonothor.

"Stay here with them. Someone has to sound the Red Keep Bells."

Meanwhile, Elia and her daughter stared out into the town below, speechless.

The green fire so beautiful as it was disastrous.

"Mother Rhoyne…"

Elia breathed out in shock.

At the same time…

Aegon stared out his large balcony, breathing in the fresh air of the night, already in his sleep outfit, a loose pant of black silk and it's silly robe pair with gold lining at its edges, untied as the cold air hit his defined chest, silvery hair let loose down his back.

"On the brighter side she won't come near you again."

Gendry spoke up next to him and the prince snorted.

"At the very least she's banned from the Red Keep. I care not for the political ramifications that could bring with Pentos."

Gendry chuckled, staring amusedly at his friend whose face had changed from the scowl it had settled on all evening.

Aegon turned towards his dear friend with an easy going smile, the one Gendry knew was true and belonged on said man's face.

"Retire to your tower and rest easy my friend. I shan't go on any rampages this night again."

Gendry shook his head, amused, before slapping his friend on the back.

"Very well, if you insist. I bid you a good night—"

BOOM!

Kingsguard and Prince staggered slightly just as green fire rise into the sky and brightened the dark skies with white light for a second before dimming down and Aegon stared in shock at the burning green fire down in town.

Small as it may look, he knew how Wildfire could easily spread. Toxic as it was that it could burn on water far longer than even purer fires like that of a dragon could.

"Seven hells…"

Gendry forced out as he paled in shock.

"Wildfire!!"

Aegon immediately turned to him.

"We have to—"

Bang bang!

They turned at the rapid bangs coming from his solar/sitting area and together, both ran through the doors of his bed chambers and out just in time for the door to open and Ghost padded in straight for him along with a girl of summer island looks that wasn't his cousin Sarella.

Guards followed behind.

"You cannot enter—"

They tried to push the girl out even as Aegon watched with growing concern at the growing direwolf's surprising movements, pawing at the ground at him and looking towards the door.

Aegon crouched and ran his hand through the direwolf's fur and Missandei finally called out just as the guards pushed her out.

"Your grace! Your grace! Lady Lyarra might be in trouble!"

She gained Aegon's attention immediately and he stood up straight in a daze.

A guard stepped forward at that.

"Your grace, wildfire—"

"Wait. What about Lady Lyarra? You are the maid we saw in the street, are you not?"

The guards reluctantly let her through just as the castle bells rang in alarm.

"Yes your grace. I am Lady Mopatis' servant."

Gendry breathed in at that, a look of concern growing across his face.

"Your grace… I think… I think something has happened."

She slowly unfurled from her side, Lyarra's dagger given to her by her beloved cousin, Edric Dayne.

Aegon recognized it immediately, moving to grab it as he ran his finger around the handle and saw some blood on it and as if clicking in his mind… he realized that perhaps the wildfire scheme may not have been an accident.

He looked up at the maid with a look of worry and as if she knew what he was thinking, nodded.

And Aegon's fear shifted into growing sorrow as he practically threw the dagger at Gendry who caught it, running out as he tied his robes.

Gendry cursed, hastily grabbing a cloak for the prince and running after him. It wouldn't do for the prince to be seen in disarray, regardless of what was happening.

The Prince met with his father, the hand and some of the other members of the Kingsguard including Ser Barristan and Ser Arthur as they rode towards their destination, multiple guards riding with them and keeping whatever crowd they saw away from them.

The more they got closer to their destination, the more crowd they saw being controlled by a number of gold cloaks.

Aegon's mind though, was troubled as he rode with as much haste as he could, even overtaking the Kingsguard members as they called for him to slow down.

But he didn't listen nor falter, for he needed to know. He had to know.

He had to!

The scene of the fire was soon in line of sight and people screamed, running out of the way of the large number of riders as many gathered in fear and apprehension as they watched the fascinating green fire burning.

Many who were old enough to remember the mad king's rule shivered in fright as they quietly prayed to any deity listening for it to have been a one time thing.

Aegon immediately jumped off his horse, Gendry behind him as he ran to a stop a few feet before the fire and he winced slightly at the heat that emanated from it.

So unnatural the fire was, that no smoke came from it, only unbearable heat.

"My prince, step back!"

Ser Barristan stepped forward, a grim frown on his face as he placed his hand on Aegon's shoulder, but the prince shook it off in concentration as he looked around in panic, running his hand through his hair.

"My pr—"

"Barristan…"

Gendry cut in, a look of worry in his eyes.

"Something has come up and we think we might know who caused this."

Barristan's eyes narrowed at that.

"But the most important part… have there been bodies?"

"Bodies?..."

"Because if there is… then Lady Lyarra Dayne's may be one of the victims."

Ser Barristan's heart stuttered at that as he stumbled slightly, face growing pale as he looked from the fire… towards his dear friend Arthur Dayne who stood next to the King who spoke to one of the members of the Alchemist guild as it's fellow members seemingly dealt with the fire with watery liquids of their make, ensuring the raging inferno did not spread into town proper.

Barristan felt dread.

"How did this happen?"

The King demanded of the great master of the Alchemist Guild who looked just as panicked as his fellow Wisdoms focusing on the fire.

He shook slightly at the unyielding look on the King's face.

"Y-your grace, I can assure you we had nothing to do with this!"

"Then how would you explain away the scene before us!"

Arthur barked out in anger, hand moving to the hilt of his sword, Dawn. Something the grand master noticed as he shakily raised his hands.

"Your grace… our sales of wildfire has been regulated by the Crown for years now. We do not sell and haven't to anyone."

"Then is your guild to blame for this?"

Rhaegar questioned and as the older man opened his mouth, the prince marched over, grabbing the man by his robe collar much to the surprise of the King and Arthur.

"M-my pr—"

"Tell me. Have bodies been found?"

Rhaegar's eyes widened at that and the grand master swallowed, glancing at the King as if his presence alone would cause the prince to stop, but Aegon was having none of that as he shook the man with fury.

"Tell me!!"

Just then, a Wisdom rushed over in alarm just as more shouts resonated.

"Your grace, my prince… grand master… three bodies have been found by the bush area, burned to crisp—"

Aegon heard nothing again as he rushed towards the woods some of the Gold Cloaks, Ser Barristan and Gendry were currently gathered.

Pushing his way through, he spotted three bodies laying away from each other. Two were obviously too large, skin burnt and sizzling and quite possibly dead.

The third brought Aegon to a stagger.

Burnt from one side, the other mangled slightly with blood. But it was the patches of hair that brought sorrow.

For the silvery blonde familiar hair that sat atop her hair.

He let out a small cry of pain as he rushed towards it, Ser Barristan staring at the body in confusion as a healer checked the body.

Gendry got to his feet.

"Aegon—"

But he was ignored as he fell to his knees, cries bubbling in his throat and his heart clenching with fear even as the King and Arthur arrived.

Arthur spotted the patches of silvery blonde hair and his heartbeat picked up immediately.

"What…"

He whispered to himself.

Thankfully, before he could jump to conclusion, Aegon glanced closely at the body, the part of her face not burnt… and a feeling of relief, no matter how selfish it was, filled him as he slumped slightly, looking up at Gendry who forced a smile on his face.

"It's not Lyarra…"

He sighed out with relief, getting back up and Arthur made a noise at the back of his throat.

"Lyarra?... What does she have to do with this? What is going on?"

He turned from the King to Aegon who opened his mouth when a pained gasp beat him to it.

"Ahh!!"

The body laid on the ground cried out as it's eyes snapped open, and may of the people gathered were not ashamed in the least at jumping away startled.

The healer breathed out in surprise, leaning closely and scoffing in disbelief.

"She is alive!"

She then turned towards two members of the Gold Cloaks.

"You two! Help me with her!"

They watched as the two hoisted the burnt person between each other, following after the healer, and Arthur finally had the chance to confront Aegon once more.

"My prince, why did you mention Lyarra? And who was that?"

"That was the Lady Mopatis."

Rhaegar absentmindedly said, eyes on his son who stared back at him and Arthur frowned in alarm.

"Lady Mopatis? But h—"

Another disturbance caught then as screams and shouts filled the air.

The group rushed back towards the fire.

"What is going on?"

Ser Barristan questioned and a Wisdom answered.

"The fires Ser! Look into the fire!"

Everyone looked as one into the burning inferno of green and white, confusion in their eyes when Aegon squinted further, noticing some movement. No… he must have been mistaken.

And yet—something moved again!

"What is that??"

Gendry mumbled to himself.

The common people gathered a bit further away mumbled amongst themselves warily.

"What do they see?"

"What it that?!"

"Something moves!"

"A demon!"

"No, you idiot!"

Everyone watched with bated breath as something dark moved, and as it slowly focused, they could see a shadow of something with legs and arms… a human.

Rhaegar let out a deep breath as a memory of one of his dreams suddenly came to the forefront of his mind.

Just as his son as well remembered the dream he had at the wall, of green fire and a body walking out.

And just like that, gasps and shouts of awe could be heard as the humanoid shape came closer, and right before the eyes of Westeros… she walked out of the fire, naked as the day she was born.

No burn, no ashes or crisps… pale and beautiful, hair flowing down her back and some covered her breasts as she swayed slightly.

And in her arms… she carried the beginning of a dynasty.

She carried dragons.

One of beautiful white scales that glittered like diamonds, with swirls of sapphire purple on its wings and head. The other a black like onyx with swirls of ruby colors.

Indirectly representing the colors of House Targaryen and House Dayne.

Lyarra Dayne stood tall and unharmed, a Queen in all but name.

And just like everyone, Aegon admired the goddess before him. Heart beating as fast as could as he zeroed in on her, drinking in everything he could see as relief slowly began to fill him up.

And as if the creatures in her arms knew just how important they were, they let out loud screeching shrieks much to the gasps and shock of those around.

"Dragons…"

Rhaegar breathed out in awe.

"Dragons reborn…"

And that distracted Aegon enough to realize the number of eyes on the nude girl when she stumbled further from the fire and fell to her knee.

"Lyarra…"

He mumbled beneath his breath, running over to her and unclasping his cloak, immediately throwing it around her.

He winced slightly at how hot her skin was and the baby dragons in her arms shrieked and snapped disgruntled at him as if he he'd caused Lyarra's fall.

Arthur arrived right behind him with Gendry taking the rear and Rhaegar slowly following with Ser Barristan as the crowd pointed and called out at the dragons and the woman while walked out of wildfire without so much as a burn.

Witch! Some called out. Chosen of the seven! Some whispered. Unburnt! Some Wisdoms cried out in glee.

"Lyarra? Lyarra!"

Arthur called out to the girl in Aegon's arms as she rested her head against his chest, but she said nothing, eyes slowly filtering close.

Arthur then moved to carry her but Aegon picked her bridal style while protecting her modesty.

"It's okay, Arthur."

And with that, the prince turned, with the girl of his dreams in hand, walked through the crowd who gave him the needed space even as their whispers increased.

Gendry and Arthur behind him and the King and Ser Barristan bringing up the rear as the Wisdoms focused once more on the slowly dying fire.

As for Aegon, he slowly settled atop his horse, and with Lyarra well protected, rode towards the Red Keep as the dragons shrieks in displeasure where they curled up in her arms.

As all these happened… around the world, the birth of dragons became the catalyst for a number of things.

For it was said, that the death of dragons, creatures of great power, brought the death of magic with it.

Now though, the birth of not one, but two dragons, had kick started the era of new beginnings enough to light up the dying embers of magic in the air.

Enough magic to light the obsidian glass candles in the Citadel of Old town.

Enough for the sorcerers and sorceresses around the world to feel a shiver go through their spines.

Enough for the God-emperor of Yi Ti, a line close to it's god, to feel the slight change in the air.

And over in the North, beyond the Wall. A cold and dreary place. The weather changed, becoming colder than it had ever been and settling that way.

Thousands of miles into the heart of the cold North where no man or wildling had dared trudge, a half destroyed castle of ice stood, as eerie and quiet as could be.

Only the cold and loud wind blowing could be heard, even worse up there than other places, the cold was.

Everything untouched for thousands and thousands of years, a tomb laid in it.

And in the tomb laid a most beautiful creature. Skin as white and hard as frost, hair even whiter.

Lips a pale blue and humanoid in shape.

It slept peacefully, arms crossed across it's chest. And then, it would seem something woke it from it's everlasting slumber, as startlingly icy blue eyes snapped open with malice.

Thousands of years of memories long forgotten filtered into its mind and it inhaled with a hiss… letting out an angry inhuman wail that resonated across the castle.

And just like that, deep in the grounds below, hands as white as snow and as delicate as glass and yet not, rose from the snow in answer to the call.

So! That's it!

It finally happened. Dragons have been reborn and the games have been set.

Something has awoken in the land of always winter... Who knows what!

Lyarra has fulfilled and is fulfilling parts of her destiny already.

Aegon's changes should also begin in a few chapters too. He is very important in this ficz after all we do need out Prince that was Promised.

What did you all think??

Anyways, NEXT CHAPTER, Lyarra has a talk with people, expected and unexpected. And the consequences of everything starts to settle into her head.