Aegon walked quickly, time was running out. He looked up at the sky, and saw the darkness growing. Soon the monsters would emerge. He needed to get this done now. He moved and walked, his heart racing. The heat got more pronounced the closer he got, until he was standing right on the edge. He looked down, it was a bottomless pit.
"Your Grace!" A voice called. Aegon turned and saw Connington standing a few feet away.
"Stand back." Aegon commanded, his voice deep.
"What are you doing, Your Grace?" Connington asked.
"What needs to be done." Aegon said. He took the eggs out of the bag, and held onto them. He looked back at Connington. "See you soon." With that he jumped into the mountains and the fire.
He heard Connington's yell, but there was nothing he could do about that now. He fell and the air carried him down. The fire touched him but not burn him. Instead it allowed him to straighten. The eggs were in his hands, but they were searing hot. He blinked. He had no idea what to do next.
Who are you?
The voice that spoke those words belonged to something impressive. Aegon winced.
He looked around but could not see a being anywhere.
"I am Aegon, of House Targaryen, King of Westeros, Dragon Of the Freehold and the Fireborn." He said, the last title came to him, he had never heard it before.
I have been waiting for you, for many years, Aegon Targaryen.
"You have?" Aegon asked, impressed that his voice remained even. He wondered if his knees would buckle if he saw what that voice belonged to.
Yes. Your birth was predicted millennia ago. And now you have come. Place the eggs in the fire.
Aegon did as he was instructed. The eggs went willingly into the fire. He held onto them though, even though the heat made him want to pull back. Something stopped him.
Your time has come. The Age of Ice is over. The Age of Fire has come. And you shall lead it.
"What Age of Fire?!" Aegon demanded. Quaithe had mentioned this as well. "I just want to retake Westeros and lead it back from the darkness."
That is part of what you must do. But for the rest, well, you shall see.
The fire submerged him then, it licked at his body and at his very being. He wanted to scream, but somehow stopped himself from doing so. He held firm, fast. Never breaking from staring at the eggs that were still in his hands, until they weren't.
You are pure of heart and mind. Good.
"Where are the eggs?" Aegon demanded.
The voice did not answer, instead the whole thing shook. Aegon felt it in his body, then when he looked up he saw that everything was blocked. Where there had once been mountain there was only blackness.
The thing, or rather creature that was before him, was one he had only read about.
"Balerion." Aegon whispered.
The Black Dread, the biggest dragon to have ever existed. Named after the chief Valyrian God.
Aegon Targaryen, I welcome you to the Bloodline of Fire. You are to take what your ancestors started. You are to welcome the Age of Fire. No more will this world slumber in darkness, ignorant of what is to come.
Do you accept?
"I do." Aegon replied, staring at the dragon, unable to believe that this was actually happening.
Balerion did not answer with words, instead, the beast opened its mouth and unleashed a torrent of fire that hit Aegon hard. He grunted. When the fire jet stopped, Balerion roared. Aegon closed his eyes.
When he opened them, he was on solid ground, and everyone who had come with him was kneeling.
He blinked and heard a cry, he turned and saw two dragons on his shoulders.
"All Hail His Majesty King Aegon Targaryen, the Fireborn, and Saviour of Westeros!" came the cry.
It was taken up by everyone who was kneeling. Aegon blinked and then smiled.
