"Wake up Son, wake up."
The young prince Baelon Targaryen awoke to his father, prince Rhaegar Targaryen standing beside him.
"Father? What are you doing here,"
"Todays the day isn't it, the day you mount your dragon for the first time."
The young prince stared out the window.
"But it's still dark outside."
"Exactly there's something we want to show you."
"We?" the young price stared at his father confused.
"Get dressed, we're going to the Dragon Pit."
As his father left the room, his young prince pulled back the covers and dressed in the leathers he had been presented not even two weeks ago and rushed to meet his father.
Rhaegar stood just outside his son's room dressed in near identical leathers, with a few minor differences. The sword strapped to his side and the crests embroidered on his chest, as one of the many traditions started by his grandfather any dragon rider would have their armour and leathers embroidered or mark with both the crest of house Targaryen and the crest of their other parents' house. The leathers of Rhaegar were marked with the white dragon of house Targaryen and the silver sea horse of house Velaryon.
Baelon pushed open the doors to his chambers and rushed out of the room ready to ride his dragon.
"Let's go father, Let's go."
The two rode their horses through the empty streets of Kings landing rushing towards the Dragon pit.
Standing at the top of the hill of Rhaenys the dragon pit was the greatest and largest structure in all of Westeros, twice the height it had once been during the original Dance of Dragons it stood a monument to house Targaryen and its ability to rise greater than before. Large spikes of ice could be seen bursting from the sides of the building reaching ever further into the sky beyond the reach of the stone dome.
As the two princes arrived and dismounted their horses Baelon could only marvel at the statue of his great grandfather that stood before the dome.
"Come on son, they're waiting."
Prince Baelon rushed after his father. Walking through the gates of the pit he could only stare at the great hole in the roof where any dragon under Targaryen control could enter and exit the pit as they pleased.
"Welcome Grandson," Standing across from him dressed in a rider's leathers was the King. Beside him stood his heir the crown prince Daemon Targaryen with his son, Aemond Targaryen a boy of 6 and 10 name days. The kings' daughters and nephew were also beside him dressed in similar leathers ready to fly.
"Why are you all?" Baelon said
Jaehaerys spoke, "A tradition started by my father with my sister and myself one that I continued with my children and hers."
Baelon listened closely.
"On my twelfth name day my father brought me here and it was on that day that I first mounted Oberon and saw a sight that my father wished to share with me. On my sisters twelfth name day he did the same with her and she mounted her dragon, Sōnar for the first time and flew beside us."
Around the pit Several dragons began to crawl from where they had been resting.
"Every year from that day, whenever a Targaryen would take their first flight we would do so together and take in the sight that my father first showed to us."
From the caverns below the dragon pit, the dragon of Baelon Targaryen emerged, its scales a blinding snow white, its eyes a cold deep blue with a visible cloud emerging from his mouth. The leather saddle already in place for Baelon.
Baelon approached Borrax running his hands along the translucent spikes that that graced his spine. Slowly he pulled himself upwards into the saddle and made himself comfortable. Around them his family mounted their own dragons. Jaehaerys on Oberon the largest of the tamed dragons, Daemon on Aegar brother of Oberon, Aemond on Tyrax Aegars son, Alysanne and Helaena on their mounts, Wavedancer and Winddancer, his father Rhaegar on Phantom and finally his father's cousin Daeron mounted his mother's dragon Sōnar.
Every member of his family commanded their dragons to take to the sky. As they left through the hole in the ceiling of the Dragon pit and rose into the sky Baelon whisped to Borrax, "Soves,"
Borrax's wings began to beat and very quickly the two left the ground and flew through the hole chasing after their family.
As the dragons reunited in the sky all that could be heard was laughter. Laughs of joy from the riders as for the first time in weeks or even ever they flew simply for the joy of it.
They went higher and higher into the sky until the ground was a mere speck below them and they had flown so high all they could see was clouds below them and the dawn sky above. Baelon sat back in his saddle and laid on his dragon as they continued to fly.
"There boy there."
Baelon looked to where his grandfather was pointing and saw a beautiful sight, the sun breaking through the clouds creating a myriad of colours giving the clouds their own glow.
"Incredible."
"This is what my father showed me, a sight no one else will ever get to see."
Suddenly the dragons dived.
They dived down through the clouds, through the air and towards the water.
The pulled up quickly and landed on an iceberg.
They began to growl.
As Baelon looked around he saw ships shattered and floating there in the water, stone and ice pillars surrounding them.
"Father,"
Baelon noticed that his uncle was calling to the king.
"This is where it happened."
"Where what happened Grandfather." Baelon called out.
"Look in the ice son."Rhaegar shouted
As Baelon stared into the ice pillar he had landed on he noticed that at its core it was green and gold. The colours shaped like a dragon in flight.
"This is where it ended, the second Dance of Dragons. Where my father your great grandfather, King Daeron Targaryen died."
As Oberon took flight leading his brethren back to Kings Landing Borrax and his rider lingered staring at the frozen dragon.
"Who were you," he paused before saying," Soves,"
The two followed their family flying towards Kings Landing.