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"The Song of Ice and Fire," Dany murmured under her breath as Doreah changed her back clothing. Even saying those words sent chills down her spine.
"What is it, Khaleesi?" the bed servant asked.
Dany shook her head, "It's nothing."
"You seem distant, Khaleesi," she noted, "You're thinking about your former mate again?"
Dany didn't say anything and looked away instead. The tales that Missandei told her seem so bizarre yet….mysterious. Why did she think that she and Jon could be the people that their stories tell? They promise they won't do anything with the throne so long as they can live quietly and peacefully, so why is this story about them?
"The Khals told me that they killed another man," she said, earning Dany's attention, "They thought that he was your lover, that's why they killed him."
The young dragon princess could not utter anything nor say something that might turn the situation around. The fat man had been so helpful and kind to give them a place to stay, but now that he's gone…what now? "He's not my mate," she softly said, "He's a friend who took us in."
"I'm sorry," she meekly said, "What was your mate like?"
Dany looked at her, "You mean Jon?"
"Is that his name?" Doreah asked, "He sounds noble."
She smiled sadly, missing him with all her heart, "He is," looking down, she recalled the day he found her. He could've killed her there and then, he could've been rewarded had he told the Lannisters about her. But he didn't do all those. He took her in as if she was already a member of the pack, showed her the ways of the pack, would rather stay a bastard, stayed with her, and introduced her to the brightest side of life. Out from royalties. And to be herself aside from the family of the mad. "He is special."
"I'm sure he is," she stood in front of her to adjust her front clothing to cover her growing belly, "He loves you very much, doesn't he?"
Without a shadow of a doubt, she nodded, "As much as I love him. He is the father of my children too, the products of our love," she then looked out the tent gap, looking up at the skies, "I hope he is safe, wherever he is now."
After the bedslave finished tying the strings of her clothing, she looked at her, "All done," she chimed happily, "Now, I think the Khal would love you to meet his people. It will be good too that you learn our tongue."
Dany nodded, if Jon does come for her, and perhaps fight the Khal, then they will be their people. Running away won't solve anything anymore. "I suppose it will, will you teach me the tongues of your people."
She happily nodded and brought her out of her tent and into the ray of light. Outside the tent, Missandei is already waiting for them, "Of course, Khaleesi. As would Missandei."
Unbeknownst to the ladies, a vulture watched them as they walked amongst the Dothrakis. With the confirmation of who she was, he finally spread his wings and leaped up to the sky.
"You want us to ride in his dragon form? Have you lost your mind?" Ser Barristan roared.
Besides Jon, he can see Kinvara's eyes narrowed in disapproval, "You have trained the boy to his fullest, he is ready."
"He has yet to complete his training," His mentor replied back, "I will not risk him flying, not when we do not know what sort of weapons these Dothrakis might have against Jon."
"Regardless, flying is your best chance now," she retorted back, "It won't be long until Daenerys Targaryen will give birth to her children, and she's far from our reach. Remember, a Targaryen alone is a terrible thing."
Jon turned to her, feeling shocked at her phrase. How does she know such words? He shook his head, now is not the time to think such things. The son of Rhaegar Targaryen stepped forward, "I know that it won't be easy, Ser Barristan. But I cannot put Dany in more danger. Not when she's alone and pregnant. Who knows what the Dothrakis might do to her?"
"It is true," Ser Jorah finally spoke after watching their bickering for a while, "The Dothrakis have quite a violent nature. While I do not believe that they would harm her, I cannot be certain as well. For she carries the child of another mate."
"Are you saying that they would intend to kill her just because she carries my children?" Jon asked in disbelief.
He nodded, "Perhaps. Because to my knowledge, the Dothrakis would kill to fight for a mate. As far as I know, they would kill the cubs from the previous generation. But since Daenerys is still pregnant, perhaps she and your cubs are still fine. For now."
Panic began to rise in Jon Snow. This definitely cannot wait any longer, "Regardless of your answers, I must go now. I do not care if you will follow me or not, but I must save Dany before they decide to kill her and our cubs." He then turned to Kinvara, "Can you show me the way?"
She shook her head, "I am afraid I am not allowed to participate in your quest," Jon Snow's blood was about to boil at her answer for evading this situation, but she opened her mouth again, "But I do know someone who can lead you to them."
"Who?"
Just then, a loud screech echoed at the morning skies. They all looked up to see a large bird coming their way. The bird circled them for a while before it glided down towards them and landed. It then began to shift…
Into Varys.
"YOU!" Jon's eyes began to flare, fire in his heart incinerates the spark of anger. Without thinking, he lunged at that damn culture and grabbed his neck in a vice grip, ready to tear his apart, "WHY ARE YOU HERE?" He roared.
"You..are…gravely ….," Varys sputtered, "mistaken."
"WHY SHOULD I LISTEN TO YOU? YOU ARE THE VERY REASON WHY WE ARE IN THIS MESS," It all made sense now. It's the reason why he has been absent all this time. "I know of your little trip back to Westeros and scurrying back to the Lions. I bet they gave you handsome rewards for that."
"Jon, that's enough!" Ser Barrsitan called him, many hands tried to pull him away, but Jon wouldn't budge.
"I should be killing you right now," the dragon inside him began to growl, he then turned to Kinvara, who looks awfully casual about this, "Did you know about this?"
She shook her head, "I know nothing of his treachery, but he came to me the night after we spoke, asking of your whereabouts, for Illyrio's house was ransacked."
Jon's shock was apparent to all of them, he was sure. He then released his grip and allowed the hands pulling him to tear him apart from the vulture. He threw the arms off him and walked towards the Seer, he can hear Varys gasping for air, but he didn't care, "And you just gave away our position to this damn spider?" this shifter shouldn't even have wings.
"I told him that your Dragon mate is captured by the Dothrakis and did not mention your whereabouts," she said, "But of course, he did not believe me, so we made a deal. He come back here to find where the Dothrakis are, and I tell him where you are," she then peeked behind Jon, "And it seems that he may have the answer."
Jon turned back to the vulture immediately, anger feeling his whole body, "You better speak right now, Varys. Or I swear to the old gods and new, I will gut you right now, and feed your bodies to the hyenas of this dunes. Tell me, did you know about this?"
"I did not give you away, my Lord," Varys recovered and slowly got up, touching his neck to ease the pain that Jon gave him, "I am still at your side."
"Then how did the Dothrakis know about us?" Ser Barristan finally asked.
"Because King Joffrey have hired several assassins already," he finally said, making the others look at him in disbelief, including Jon, "Your mate killed the Lion's pride the day she burned them in Winterfell, and Joffrey wants her dead for doing so. With Lord Alpha Stark dead, her protection is lifted. I was one of the people they asked me to send their assassins to, but I did not do it, I swear."
"But how did they come into contact with the Dothrakis?" Jon asked.
"They did not, but they have spies to find and kill her or bring the Dothrakis back, for they are excellent trackers. Essos is in chaos, you have no idea what people will do for coins, and they took the job to hunt down Daenerys," he told them, "I saw them. I tried to warn Illyrio, but he never wrote back. I feared the worst, and when I head back to his mansion, it was too late."
Jon's nose flared. This time, they had gone too far. The Dothrakis must know whose side they are supposed to be on, "I think it's time for me to finish my uncle's job."
"Slow down, Jon!" The old mentor shouted at the top of his lungs.
Ser Barristan felt as if he had made the biggest mistake in his life. He had ridden horses and stallions to their limit.
But to fly on a dragon?
"However you trained the boy, I'm impressed," Ser Jorah Mormont shouted at him. "He's got that fire in him, but I'm telling ya. I'm getting too old for this!"
"Can't you blame him?" Ser Barristan shouted back at him, "His cubs are days away from him!"
Jon Snow's fury knows no end. Ever since the disappearance of Daenerys, he had been desperate to get her back, and he can't blame him for doing so. After all, his cubs will be born soon.
And his fury reflects the way he flies.
The vulture is right in front of them. Varys looked as if he was being chased by the Black Dragon rather than following him, for the creature's speed could match the wind.
The mentor had seen him glide from one end to another, and he had done a splendid job doing so. Whether he was hiding his true potential or not noticing it, he can't be too sure. For his flight now is as desperate as ever.
His wings are a hurricane, he can hear the beat of the flap, and the grunt of his roar. The heat of the sun did not bother him at all, rather it was giving him the strength to fly further and faster. Jorah and Greyworm did their best to hold onto Jon's spine, whilst the old mentor had the advantage sit between two larger spines to help his sitting adjustment. Everything the dragon is doing shouts 'Fire and Blood'.
And the fact that he is carrying three people on his back shows how strong his dragon form is. Mayhaps he will have a chance to defeat this leader of the Dothraki tribe, and mayhaps he had underestimated his training.
But whatever the case is, he could only pray that he will defeat this Khal Drogo and save Daenerys.
For Rhaegar Targaryen. For Lyanna Stark. For Ned Stark. And for himself.
If it were any other day, Jon would enjoy flying.
But with Dany's life on the line, he couldn't enjoy the such a thing. His heart kept sinking every minute he was away from her.
The Black Dragon beats his wings with all his might, the wind maneuvered his balance and speed. The dunes are empty save for several specks of living creatures scurrying left and right at the sight of his shadows. He could've sworn the sand of the dunes flew at the beat of his wings.
You best pick up the speed, Varys, the Black Dragon growled.
"I'm flying as fast as I can, My Prince, The pathetic vulture screeched and doubled his speed again.
I'm coming, Dany, Jon said in his heart as he beats his wings again.
Dany suddenly felt something inside her heart.
She felt it as she was greeting a Khalazar, as if a fire was ignited in her heart. A feeling of fury and determination. Where did it come from? Her breath hitched each minute she was breathing.
"My lady?" Missandei held her arm, "Are you alright?"
She tried to speak but the beating of her heart halted her from even saying something. The cubs in her belly began to stir faster as if sensing their mother's distress. They vigorously moved inside her, kicking the walls of her belly as if it's hatching.
The constant kicks were sharp that Dany couldn't take any more blows. Her knees gave away from the exhaustion and she eventually collapsed.
"Khaleesi!" Doreah shouted.
Dany whined in pain, her twins were never like this. Could this be it? She can't be too sure, but one thing is for sure, she needs a place to rest, "I….I need help."
Even without her saying those words, she can feel hands lifting her up, trying to get her to stand and lead her another way. The scar on her arm left by the Lion Tywin ebbed, even though the pain is not coming from there, her twins are restless, and her heart beats so fast she feels as if it was going to explode. What is wrong with her?
"Khaleesi, come this way," Doreah tugged her gently to a tent she presumed that it's hers. Her eyes are blurry as she half squeezed them, and her hands held onto each of her helper's arms tightly.
"Is it the baby?" Missandei asked as she helped her to a bed.
"It could be," Doreah said, what? "We must prepare for its coming, help me."
"No wait," Dany protested, another sharp kick hits her walls, making her groan in pain. Why are they like this? Did they feel her distress for being away from their father too? Or they couldn't feel their father's presence? "It's too early!" My sweetlings, please. Wait for your father.
"Early or not, the baby might be coming," said the bed slave, she left Dany's side to take several sheets, "Now, we must hurry."
No, no! Jon is supposed to be here. He's supposed to be here to do it with her! She can't do this herself, "Jon…," she sobbed through her pain, they promised that they'll do this together! That they'll be together when they arrive, to greet their children, "I want Jon!"
"My lady, you must be strong," Missandei cried for her as she held her hand tightly.
"No….I can't do this…" she cried.
"You must," Missandei said desperately, her face looking just as worried as she is, "You must do it for the children."
Jon, her heart cried out, longing for her mate to be with her. They have always done things together in nearly everything, the idea of being apart broke her. Her heart beats another wave of intense feeling again, something she had never felt before. It was of determination, rage, hate, fear, and …. Love.
This feeling, she knows that it didn't come from her, and it's impossible that it's coming from the twins.
Could it be from Jon? And the twins could feel it too?
Before she could ponder more of these guesses, she felt another sharp pain in her belly, making her scream in pain. "JON," she screamed, unable to hold on any longer. The anguish of being apart was the same as when she thought she lost her mate, it was painful in physically and emotionally. She's not sure how she could handle it.
Out of her screams of pain and frantic to help her, Dany heard the sound of a mighty and savagery roar. Something she have not heard that it's coming from the Behemoths of the Dothrakis, and something she in her heart whom it's coming from.
I'm here, Dany. I'm here.
It was nearing dusk when the Black Dragon saw the tribe camping in the mountain of dunes.
At first, he thought they were the usual herd of creatures roaming around the desert for food. It's common to find dessert shifters around the area, and he had never seen those shifters in his life before, for they are not in Westeros. Camels, Hyenas, Dessert Dogs, and many more that he could never find in the frosty lands of Winterfell.
However, when he saw bigger creatures almost his size, that's when he got thinking. During their time in Essos, he had never seen a Behemoth. Let alone even seeing one passing by.
But these Behemoth looked monstrous, and they were also creatures he had never encountered before except in pages of his books.
"There they are," Ser Barristan shouted behind his back, "We can land nearby to form a plan."
The Black Dragon nodded and flapped his wings forward, searching for a better place to land.
But it seems that his form isn't something anyone has ever seen before, for the Behemoths roaming around the area began looking up at him as his shadows loomed in their camps. Their forms were just as terrifying as his, large jaws and lips that could not fully close their long and sharp fangs, muscular and huge anatomies and tails, horns longer than bulls, and talons perhaps sharper than his. The Behemoth clans are monstrous.
When they saw the Black Dragon passing by, he was greeted with terrifying roars. The Black Dragon was tempted to spew fire at them and lit them all ablaze, but Dany could be hurt in doing so.
But the Behemoths do not fear him, nor did he fear them. Instead, he roared back in response. Not backing out from a fight. And because of that, the creatures began following him when he was landing nearby.
"Great," Ser Jorah growled sarcastically, "You have just won their attention."
Good, the Black Dragon is here for just that. He dove down and glided gracefully on the dunes, the soft sands giving away his weight. The Vulture stayed up ahead, circling them all. The Dragon snorted, Stay up there, you damn Spider.
Jon could feel the scavenger bird's fearful response and did as he was told, circling around them but still keeping an eye on the situation while staying away.
He lowered himself to the ground for the rest to climb down his back. On any other day, he would have sniggered at their nauseous state after the flight as they are trying to regain back their composures. However, the situation he's in isn't helping him to.
And just then, a rumbling sound of stampede came towards them, menace clouds began gathering up in the air.
"Here they come," Greyworm murmured in Valyrian, "You must show your challenge, my friend."
The Black Dragon nodded, he did not plan to return to his form anyway. For he may need this form to show them all who he truly is.
From the mountain of sands appeared the prideful horns of the beasts, the stampede of Behemoths coming his way, all roaring and snarling at him savagely. If the Black Dragon had to admit, he was somewhat terrified of their shape and sizes, for they are huge. As they got closer, he can see the Behemoths are far bigger than any Wolf or Lion shifters.
There was one Behemoth that stands out amongst the rest.
While all of them have a dark brown color, this Behemoth has a dark purple color. He has reptilian yellow eyes and broader muscles than the rest. This one must be the Alpha of their tribe, Khal Drogo.
"That one," Ser Jorah murmured beside him, gesturing at Khal Drogo, but Jon didn't stray his eyes away from the Alpha, "That's Khal Drogo, the leader of their tribe. I heard that he has a reputation on never losing a fight," he then turned to him, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
What choice do I have, he thought. He needs to win this, for him, and for Dany. No more running away. The Black Dragon snorted, hot steam puffing from his nostrils, there's a fire burning inside him, I will take him, he growled.
Ser Jorah sighed, "Very well, I shall begin negotiating with him about your challenge."
The Dragon nodded, See to it done.
The elderly man nodded and walked ahead of them all, awaiting the Dothraki tribes to arrive at them. And when they did, Ser Jorah lifted his arms and spoke their tongue.
"You sure you still want to do this, Jon?" Ser Barristan asked.
The Black Dragon nodded, Aye, there is still some fear in him, but he must overcome it. For Dany, for the cubs, and for his family.
No more running.
Dany is trying to maintain her breathing while her belly is still contracting, although nothing much has happened yet.
Doreah and Missandei left her in her tent while they went to fetch some water and towels. She is left under the protection of the Khal's guards.
Even though Doreah said that they are coming, she said her water have not broken yet. But the contraction, the panic in her belly, they were all too painful to handle. They come and go at times, and she had little time to adjust to the kicks.
They must've sensed their father's presence as she did. She knows that her mate is out there somewhere, he must be here to fight for her.
No, Jon, she cried. Khal Drogo is twice bigger as him, he'll kill him! Although she has never seen the Khal's form, she could feel his power radiating in him when he was around. Jon, please. I can't lose you too, she grunted.
Her vision suddenly blurred into white, she can still feel that she's in the tent, but her sight is taking her elsewhere. Is this what mothers must experience during birth?
When her vision cleared, she finds herself…..somewhere. As she looked around, her surroundings became clearer.
A huge, abandoned hall, filled with ashes. The pillars were ruined, broken, battered, and the roofs were no longer intact to be whole. It's as if…. Someone attacked this hall.
She walked further to fulfill her curiosity, the ashes crunching beneath her feet, making the slightest noise. As she walked further, her eye caught something at the far end of the corner, something important is placed in the middle of it.
The Iron Throne.
Her eyes widened as she realized that this isn't just a hallway.
It's a throne room.
She suddenly heard something scuttling in the shadows of the broken pillars, making her gasp. And out of the shadows, a grey direwolf looms out of the shadows. Its yellow eyes pierced straight at her as it padded towards the Iron Throne. The presence of the wolf made the hair at the back of her neck stand.
Another scuttling sound appeared from another corner, and this time a Lion and a Stag appeared. It all gave her the same soul-piercing stare before they joined the direwolf standing at the side of the Iron Throne.
"What are they doing?" she asked in her mind.
She heard another sound behind her, making her turn around. This time, even more creatures appeared before her. Brown bears, Moose, Lizard Lions, and all the animals she used to see in Winterfell.
But just as she thought that these are all the animals of Winterfell, creatures of Essos appeared too. Centaurs, cheetahs, jaguars, leopards, hyenas, and even Minotaurs.
Even the eagles, hawks, vultures, and ravens glided gracefully from the doors and landed on the Iron Throne.
She saw one raven was particularly different from the rest of the birds, for it has an opened eye in its forehead. She gasped at the realization, feeling somewhat fearful suddenly. Is she being watched by someone else?
She suddenly heard something slithering as well on the floor. What now?
The Young Princess looked down to see roots growing….or moving? They slitter their roots quietly to the pillars, curling their roots towards the pillars and entangling themselves there, as if they are keeping them intact. Once they tangled tightly, roses began blooming around them.
What is the meaning of all this?
"What is this?" she finally asked, turning around to see if they are just mere animals or shifters.
"Fascinating isn't it," a deep but feminine voice echoed beyond the doors, making her turn around.
As she tried to find the source, her view is blocked by the gathering creatures. But one by one, they made way for someone approaching her.
And finally, the source is revealed to be Melisandre. Her red dress gleam under the little light it is given due to the gathering dust flying in the air. But her red eyes glow menacingly bright.
"Melisandre," Dany finally uttered her name.
"Daenerys Targaryen," the Seer bowed respectfully to her, calmly looking at her like the snake she is, "It has been a long time."
Dany didn't let her intimidating stare back her down, she straightened her back as much as her stomach allowed her, though she feels no pain. "What is the meaning of this? Of all this?"
"They are all depending on you," she said, "Even if you do not see it yet, the time of the Dragons has come again."
"I do not know what you mean," she tried to deflect her meaning, wanting all this…whatever dream this is to end.
"You know what I speak of, Daenerys Targaryen," she walked slowly towards her, Dany slowly backed away too, "The Song of Ice and Fire must be complete. Only the chosen champion can unite Westeros and Essos together to a new dawn, only then, the dawn will shine on us all."
"I didn't ask for any of this," Dany complained.
"But you are chosen nonetheless, the both of you," the Seer countered, "I have broken the seal of the dragons to all your lineage because the Lord gave me the power to do so, and in turn, the wills of the Lords see it fit that you and King Jon will keep the power of Westeros and Essos balance to repel any other creatures out there."
"Creatures? What creatures?" She asked.
Melisandre lowered her head but did not take her eyes off her as she circled around her, "Tywin Lannister and his Pride of Lions are the least of your worries," she hissed like a phyton, "The Long Night….is something why the whole Westeros have been watching you, Dragon cub," her eyes dropped to her grown belly, "Or perhaps no longer a cub."
But she wasn't listening after she called her the dragon cub, "The Long Night?" she has heard of this tale, but it was subtle. For the recount was short.
"The bond between Dragons is sacred and powerful, if you listen to their voices, the deep magic will awaken once more. And you will gain the strength you require to unite the clans and tribes together."
Melisandre's eyes began to glow, and her body grew slimmer as she turned into the python that saved her all those seasons ago, "Dāez se zaldrīzes," she hissed.
And when she hissed, the rest of the creatures followed her. They roared, hissed, howled, neighed, and screeched in unison, all their songs piercing her ears so that she had to close her eyes and ears. But most of all, she could hear the sharp roar of a beastly creature.
The roar of a dragon.
When she opened her eyes, the fire began to fill the throne room and engulfed everyone in flame. She began to panic, as the blaze blocked any means of escape.
But the creatures did not flinch one bit, merely still singing their songs.
Save for the Seer Python, who towered over her with her long slender length. "Zaldrīzes buzdari iksos daor (A Dragon is not a slave)," she hissed," Iksā iā zaldrīzes, sagon iā zaldrīzes (You are a Dragon, be a Dragon)."
And at that, the fire began to spread wider, and it engulfed them all like the mouth of a dragon.
Dany gasped in fear and shock. Her eyes are as wide as an owl.
The dream was so real, it made her heartbeat. Long ago, she would have just dismissed it as a dream. But after several encounters with her dreams….or visions, where it all came true….
She can't take these dreams lightly any longer.
A savage roar suddenly broke her train of thought, making her turn towards the flap of the tent. Another roar came, but it was deeper than before. She slowly got up and walked outside the tent, and her heart sank at the sight before her.
A young Black Dragon fighting a huge Behemoth, trying to tear each other apart.
"Jon," she gaped warily, she knows the strength of the Khal. If she doesn't do something, he's going to kill Jon.
"The bond between Dragons is sacred and powerful, if you listen to their voices, the deep magic will awaken once more. And you will gain the strength you require to unite the clans and tribes together."
Melisandre's words rang in her ears, loud and clear.
So then, it really isn't a dream.
She turned to the fire burning lightly in the center of the tent, it was as if it was calling to her.
Listen closely.
Dany walked slowly towards the fire, extending her hand to her, wondering if she can communicate with fire.
And it did.
The flickering flames whisper to her, and she can see the flames begin to dance even when there isn't any wind. She can see it flaring up and down, left and right. And suddenly, the flame began to form into a shape of a dragon before it flickered and vanished. The Princess reached for the flames, letting them lick her fingertips.
And that's when she can hear their songs.
Dāez se zaldrīzes (Free the Dragon).
She felt something inside her leaping out, and her heart thumped loudly, acting as a bell. It wasn't coming from her cubs, but something hid deep inside her. Something more powerful than she could ever feel since she found her first form.
It has awakened.
She then felt her bond with Jon, this connection with him…..it is even stronger now. She can feel his determination to win and reunite with her, which she equally shared with her.
The fire in the tent became larger, and so is her will to fight for her family.
And as the flame roared, so did her dragon.
Jon, come back to me. Come back to us.
And then, her consciousness faded.
The Black Dragon roared in pain as the Behemoth raked his claws on the scales of his arm.
Ser Jorah is right; Khal Drogo is powerful. His muscles are so thick that his flames could not burn them as much as he wanted to, his fangs so sharp that his scales are broken, and his strength is more powerful compared to him.
At this rate, he could lose if he's not fast.
The Black Dragon's talons could only do much as break his skin and draw blood. But not enough to tear his muscles.
Khal Drogo is a formidable foe.
From the corner of his eyes, he can see how Ser Barristan is agitated as he watched him. He clenched his hands and jaws so much, his concern is palpable. And now, he can see why.
But what choice did he have? He must bring Dany back; he can't keep running away. He's tired of it.
He must fight, even if that means he must be a leader of some strange tribe.
The Black Dragon breathes out another jet of flames on the Behemoth's head, trying to keep him away from him. It did repel the Behemoth, but not enough to give him more damage.
The Behemoth thumped closer to him, growling in anger. His strength radiates so much in him, it's as if his attacks are useless. The Dragon's strength is already slipping, even stretching his arms to fly is becoming difficult. His shoulders hurt, and his leg stung, it was hard to move. At this rate, Khal Drogo will win, and he will lose Dany. Forgive me, my love.
"Come on, Jon," He heard Ser Barristan shouts, "Get up!"
His reptilian eyes turned to the old man, who is looking at him with a different expression now. Something of confidence, "You are a Dragon," he continued, "I did not train you to come this far to die. You must get up! GET UP!"
His encouragement gave him enough strength to convince his mind to fight the pain. Flashes of memories appeared before his eyes, the memories of his brothers and sisters, of meeting Dany for the first time, the time he shared with her, and the love he shared with her. But most of all, the cubs grew inside her.
It was enough to push his pain and rise up again. He puffed a stream of smoke from his nostril and roared aggressively again.
The Behemoth took it as another challenge, he raked his claws on the ground and prepared to charge at him.
The Dragon was ready to dodge with a flight…. Until he heard a voice in his head.
Dāez se zaldrīzes (Free the Dragon).
And that sparked something inside him. Something awakened in him after decades of slumber, and it is unleashed.
The fire inside him is rising, and the flame in his stomach is reaching into his mouth, flickering out through his dagger-like teeth. The Dragon hasn't even thought about breathing fire, and yet the fire inside him grew hotter than ever. His flames began turning blue as the skies, glowing the sand with cyan colors.
And when the Behemoth sprang at him, the Black Dragon has enough strength to leap into the air and breath out an incredible amount of blue fire. But this time, he managed to breathe out a lot more fire than usual, and the dust flew higher from the steam of blue flames.
Never forgive, never forgive.
His stock of fire is not done yet. The Dragon inhales again and released another ball of flame, causing an explosion in the arena. He can hear the Behemoth scream in pain, and the fire grew into a mushroom of flame and smoke. This time, he can feel his fire hotter than ever.
The Behemoth roared in pain, crying out to the heavens for mercy. This time, the Dragon can see that the fire is eating his flesh, incinerating his muscles and the scent of burns were everywhere.
But he's not going to give him any chance at all to recover. The Black Dragon released another explosion of blue fire and made sure their entire battleground is engulfed with his flame.
When he could not hear any more roars from the explosion, he stopped, flapping his wings to inspect the view in front of him. And when the flames began to subsidise, that's when he found the Behemoth.
Or….what was once a Behemoth.
As the flames began to part, he saw nothing in it but bones and ashes. The blackened corpse burned to death with extreme heat.
He heard gasps and roars of loss around him, but he did not hear any sound of mourning or challenges.
The Black Dragon landed back on the ground and observed his surroundings. None dared to raise their voices or challenge him. His own allies merely looked at him with awe.
A behemoth walked in front of him, baring his teeth at him as if he wanted to challenge.
But the Black Dragon isn't backing out either. He too bared his razor-sharp teeth and readied a roiling inferno within his mouth, letting the fire breathe out the fire if it were to attack. His eyes zeroed in on him.
Seeing his threat, the behemoth backed away a little and closed his mouth. It knew better than to challenge the one who defeats Khal Drogo.
The behemoth stopped his battle stance and lowered his front body, bowing to him. The Dragon blinked at the scene before him, and soon enough, the rest followed, bowing before him. All of them. Even Ser Barristan and his other friends did the same.
It's when the Black Dragon realized what they were all doing.
They are welcoming a new Alpha.
Feeling a sense of pride, the Black Dragon roared in triumph to the heavens above. Announcing to the world that the Dragons have returned to the world.
"Khaleesi," Doreah called her, "Are you alright?"
Daenerys stirred awake, feeling extremely exhausted and wasted. A blanket kept her warm. What happened to me? When she looked around, she finds that she was not in the same tent that Missandei and Doreah brought her.
She tried to sit up before she felt pain in her stomach and gasped. Dany ran her hand through her stomach, wanting to calm her cubs as usual.
But she found that her belly is flat.
Dany's heart sank and she opened her blanket to inspect her stomach, hoping that it was not true.
But it is, her cubs in her belly are gone.
Her breathing hitched at the sight, feeling more fear and anxiety for her cubs. "Where…my cubs…" Did she miscarry?
"Dany?" the familiar voice that she longed to hear called her. She turned to see her blanket moving at the side.
The blanket opened to be Jon at her side! He has been sleeping at her beside this whole time! She did not even realize that he was with her. Her husband and mate are back to her. He came back to her at long last!
But her mind is occupied elsewhere, "Oh gods, Jon," she desperately holds onto him, flinging herself into his arms and sobbing, "Our babes…"
"Are safe," he calmly said to her and gave her a warm smile. Now that she was near him, she caught the small scars on his face and how exhausted he looks. Yet, he still tries to reassure her of her safety. Doreah helped her sit up and adjusted the pillows at her back before leaving the couple alone.
Jon got up from where he sat and walked to another makeshift bed. When he came back, it was with two bundles of blankets, and the sound of whimpering children.
Their children.
Her heart was relieved, tears threatening to spill, and it quickly turned to love and care for her cubs. She must've gone into labor when she was unconscious. Well, that's alright. She was bracing herself that childbirth will be painful, but she managed to dodge that incident, which is good.
Now, her babes are in this world.
Jon sat on the bed with their two baby cubs, "A healthy boy and a girl," he said, "Loud and strong."
Dany couldn't hold her tears any longer, feeling so much joy at the sight of her cubs, "Hey," she cried, extending her arms to welcome her cubs. Jon obliged and gave her one of her twins, she couldn't tell yet if it was a boy or a girl. She loves them both all the same, "Hello," she cried as she was finally able to hold her babe in her arms, "I'm your mother."
The baby cooed and whimpered, his mouth gawking on her chest for something. With her new maternal instinct, she knew what her babe wants. Her free hand pulled the laces of her shift to expose her breast, but the exhaustion from her labor is taking over and she fumbled as she worked.
Seeing what she was trying to do, Jon's hand took over and helped her undo the strings, pushing the material aside, and allowing Dany to feed their babe. She directed her nipple into its mouth and it suckled quite.
The new mother sighed in contentment, feeling her babe in her arms. It feels new yet she knows what to do for her cubs, "This is…" she was about to ask.
"Rhaegar," Jon answered as he holds onto their daughter, "And this is Lyanna," he turned to the babe in his arms and just stared in awe, a look of pride on his face as he stared at her in awe.
Dany smiled weakly as she hugged Rhaegar closer to her chest as she nourish him. The swelling feeling of love for her husband, her healthy cubs, and her whole family, blooms brightly inside her. Years ago, the idea of having a loving mate and cubs sounds farfetched to her. It was just a dream.
But now, that dream is a reality. The miracle she made with her husband is real.
"You did it, Dany," Jon said to her lovingly, her mate sat closer to her until he can kiss her forehead, "You brought them into this world safely."
She shook her head, disagreeing with that statement. Her lips searched for his, it has been far too long. "We did it," she said.
Jon did not have the heart to protest to his exhausted wife, and simply nodded, "Aye," he said before returning the kiss, "We are a family now."
After one or two more chapters, I'm planning to do a time jump. Otherwise, I'll only be repeating the events of GOT, which everyone knows by now.
I hope you understand!
Anyways, I hope you like it!
-Claire