Prince Hidden in the Sand
I should have mentioned this earlier but the current year is 295AC.
All the dragons in this story are true dragons, which means they will have 4 legs, and 2 wings. This chapter will be the last chapter Jon/Daemon will be called Jon in this story, he'll be Daemon from now on.
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Sothoryos
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Deep in the jungles of the continent called Sothoryos, a deep rumbling could be felt, and the source of it was a large forming void. What the void once was, was a ritual circle made of blood, and in it were large dragon-like bones and with it was a corpse of a firewyrm.
The one who started this ritual was a supposed dead woman with long silver hair, curves that fit the figure of someone in their prime and mismatched eyes. With her was a large beast with silver scales and eyes, and the dragon's eyes were staring into the void hoping to see something.
Shiera fell to her ass as she was hit with a shock wave of some sort. Bringing her hand up blocking the growing winds, the beauty couldn't help but smile as she said. "It worked!" Her words were followed by a roar that shook everything around them.
The center of the resounding noise was the void, and if it wasn't for Silverwing being behind Shiera the witch would have been thrown back into the trees. Opening her mismatched eyes the bastard woman watched as the void sunk into the ground as it grew to the size of the blood circle.
She couldn't help but allow the crazed smile to appear on her face. Years it took for her to finally find a way to bring the dead back to life, but as she remembered her smile faltered at what was soon to happen. There was a reason she needed to do this in the middle of a jungle, and what was coming proved it.
Shiera slowly climbed back onto Silverwing, the bellowing winds almost sending her flying. "Sōvegon!" The bastard yelled, and as she has done over the years, Silverwing flew but she didn't go far.
From where they were perched in the air, Shiera watched as the jungle slowly lost its green as everything slowly lost its life force. Shiera even watched as some poor creatures dropped dead from the demand this ritual cost for its use.
After minutes it was done, and what remained was a massive circle going to what the witch would say a few dozen miles of dead animals and nature, and at the center of it was the darkness of the void which has grown to the size that if Silverwing wanted to, she could fly right through it.
Shiera directed her bonded dragon to the ground, landing a few dozen feet away from the void. But as she went to get off, a bellowing roar stopped her. Looking to the source Shiera watched with wide mismatched beautiful eyes, as from the void a dragon slowly emerged from it.
A dragon with majestic bronze scales with great tan wings, and the size of the beast was that of her bonded dragon. The body of the beast was littered with scars from battles that happened long ago.
However, as Shiera examined the beast only one thing went through her mind as the void closed leaving only a crater where it once was. 'I did it… I brought the Bronze Fury back to life.'
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Norvos
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Daemon shot up from his sleep with sweat running down his brow and his nightwear stuck to his body, by a rapid knocking at his door. But his mind was somewhere else, and looking at his hands Jon said to himself. "What was that?"
"My Prince!" The voice of the person yelled, gaining his attention. Looking up he found Jonnel standing there with red skin, but the look on the sellsword's face said more with shock and surprise all over it. "You must hurry and come and see this."
The hidden prince gave a small nod as he got out. Before leaving Daemon grabbed a nightgown and threw over his sweat-drenched clothes, and grabbed Blackfyre. "What is happening?" He asked the man who was meant to be watching the eggs.
Jonnel said nothing as the bastard led the prince to the room. Upon reaching it Daemon found the door wide open with people standing outside of the room, naming a few Oberyn, Nymeria, Tyene, Arianne, her mother, and Ser Arthur. All of them held looks of shock and fear as they all looked into the room.
Daemon found out why they were shocked when they moved aside and allowed him to enter the room. Inside was Rhaenys and in her arms was a small brown and red dragon. His amethyst eyes then flew to where the other eggs were, and found them hatched in their place was a gray-scaled dragon, with blue wings and eyes, and beside the dragon was one with red scales and eyes and black wings with similar coloured horns around its head.
Stepping closer Jon finally gained the attention of the other Targaryen, whose dragon had brown scales and eyes with red wings. "How?" She asked with excitement in her voice, as Daemon reached out his hand to the gray dragon.
After a few seconds of the baby dragon sniffing his outstretched hand, it finally climbed onto it. "I… I do not know…." Daemon said he brought the dragon to his face, amethyst pools looking into blue ones. He watched as the baby dragon tilted its head, and as it closed its mouth.
Pulling his head back the prince dodged as the hatchling tried to hit his nose. Looking at his sister Daemon watched as she ran a hand over her dragon's back. He then looked to the third one who was roaming the table it was on.
It must have felt his eyes on it, for its neck snapped to Daemon and gave a small roar, which was returned by the one in his hand, which had coiled its small tail around one of his fingers. Reaching out his free hand, Jon watched as it copied its sibling and climbed onto his hand.
"There's three of them," Rhaenys said from beside him, and Daemon looked at her and found her purple eyes looking into his. Jon then looked at the dragon that she was holding and found it on her shoulder. "Aegon… he must be alive then."
Looking at the red-scaled dragon, the prince spoke. "That could be the case. But our Aunt and Uncle are alive… it could be for one of them." He finished looking towards his sister who was looking at the one he was just looking at.
She nodded. "That could also be the case but let's pray it's not Viserys." Rhaenys looked at him, and he nodded in agreement. "But let's hope Aegon is still out there."
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Hours have gone by since the dragons hatched and both Targaryens haven't removed their attention off the hatchlings, Rhaenys having claimed the brown and red one, who was named Elixia, and Daemon taking care of the other 2 dragons, the gray and blue one he named Veraxes, and the other not being named yet for her brother didn't feel like it was his right.
Rhaenys smiled as Elixia snapped at the cooked meat she was offering. Dropping the piece of chicken, the princess leaned down placing her head on her arm as she watched the hatchling devour it.
"Elixia." She called out trying to gain the dragon's attention but failed as the little thing finished its small meal. When it was finished Rhaenys watched as its red eyes flew to her. "Oh you want more, do ya?" She asked with a chuckle as the hatchling tried to walk over to her, Rhaenys having already grabbed another piece of cooked meat.
The sound of the door opening brought the princess away from the dragon and to the person who entered. Rhaenys found her youngest brother making his way towards them, with both Veraxes and the other dragon on his shoulders.
"Busy morning?" She asked as he individually placed the 2 hatchlings on the railing, both of them making their way over to Elixia, probably to steal her food. "Oh no you two don't, you have your own," Rhaenys said as she tossed each of them a slice of meat.
"Aye," Daemon said as he removed his sword belt, and placed it so it was leaning against the chair beside her. "They won't leave me alone about the throne." He said plainly as brought his legs up on the railing and crossed them.
Rhaenys nodded, understanding what he meant, but in all honesty, she agreed with them. Her brother was stubborn, his mother's side being the cause, and even when she and Arianne tried to talk him into actually considering it, Daemon still refused to accept that he should take the throne.
The Princess looked at the dragons and watched as they played with each other. Seeing this made her smile, imagining how things could have been if Robert's Rebellion failed. That could have been them in that future, but it wasn't and she accepted that but she could still imagine.
"Can I ask you something, Daemon?" She asked, looking at him, his amethyst eyes always taking her breath away. "Why don't you take the throne? It's your right and if Aegon is dead you should have it."
She watched as his eyes looked into her own purple eyes, making her inhale sharply at the sight of them. Daemon opened his mouth to answer, but he was stopped as he looked to the reason.
Rhaenys followed his eyes and found Veraxes climbing up his boot, making its intention very clear as to where it wanted to go and be. She chuckled as it fell back onto the railing, his claws haven't grown enough to allow the hatchling to grab anything yet.
"To believe that millions feared these things." He finally as he reached out, offering his dragon something to climb onto. Veraxes accepted it and once he was on the hand, Rhaenys and Daemon watched in surprise as he bites one of the latter's fingers. "Son of a bitch!" He yelled, making the hatchling look to him with a triumphant look which was followed by a quiet roar and immediately Veraxes started climbing up his arm.
Rhaenys laughed, watching as her brother sucked his finger, easing the pain a bit. Once the dragon found a resting spot, Daemon placed his legs back onto the railing. As seconds went by the Princess watched the two other dragons play fighting with each other, while Veraxes and his master rested, Rhaenys waited for an answer, but found that he probably didn't want to. So she did what a big sister does best, grabbing Blackfyre by her grip Rhaenys got up, unsheathed the Valyrian Steel sword and pointed it toward her brother.
What she expected to happen, never came as he opened one of his eyes. "You do know that I've been living with a bunch of snakes for most of my life right?" He said, and unknown to the two of them Doran, Oberyn, Elleria, Obara, Nymeria, Tyene and Dyanna all sneezed at once. "So seeing this is like second nature to me."
The two Targaryen had a staring contest, one amethyst eye and both purple eyes staring at each other. But as usual, Rhaenys released a sigh and sheathed it and went to sit back down, Daemon smiling smugly watching her. "I should have known."
Both former royals went back to silence as one rested his eyes while petting Veraxes and the other watched as Elixia and the other dragon curled up and settled down. Leaning forward Rhaenys began petting the dragon named after her mother.
"I don't want it because it's cursed." Daemon finally said after minutes of silence, making her look at him. "Anyone who sits on the Iron Throne goes mad, starts a war, is power hungry, the list goes on." Rhaenys then watched as her brother slowly got to his feet, placing the awakened dragon onto his shoulder. "The other reason is that no Daemon should sit on the throne. Daemon Targaryen hungered for power in a high seat. Daemon Blackfyre, hungered for a throne because his unworthy father gave him a sword that made kings."
The princess's eyes never left Daemon's form as he placed the mentioned sword on his belt. She watched as he stretched a bit, Veraxes hanging on for dear life with his tail loosely wrapped around his neck. Rhaenys thought over what he said, and indeed what Daemon said about the throne being cursed was accurate… however there was one flaw in it.
"The Old King. The Good King." She said, gaining his attention. "Both Targaryen Kings who ruled peacefully with King Daeron having to suffer the consequences his father gave him." Rhaenys followed her brother by getting to her feet. "But you and I both know that Westeros will not accept a female ruler. So if our brother is truly gone, you have to accept the Iron Thorne. You might not want it, but Westeros will."
The princess finished by standing before him, his figure towering over hers, and to believe that he was 13 name days, was astonishing to Rhaenys for she would have believed him to be 18 or 19. Purple eyes looked into amethyst eyes, fighting a conflict with each other.
Not feeling like she was getting anywhere, Rhaenys released a sigh and said. "Fine, if you don't want it then I'll hold the power for you." She paused and brought her hand to cup his chin, feeling the stubble of a growing beard. "But some of the greatest kings are made from people who don't want to be king." Rhaenys finished, running her thumb along his cheek.
The two Targaryen siblings stayed like this for a while, enjoying one another's company. Yes, Daemon had sibling-like figures growing up, with one of them being close to his heart, but Rhaenys only had one sibling but that was all thrown away when King's Landing was sake.
Daemon finally stepped back, offering a hand for the unnamed red-scaled dragon, who climbed up on it. "I… I will remember your words, Sister, but don't expect me to have a sudden change of mind." He said as he went to leave.
Rhaenys nodded as he watched him leave, and once he was gone from the room, the princess released another sigh and sat down in her chair. "Oh, brother." She said out loud, as she ran a hand over her face. "Why can't you just accept it?"
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Myr
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When Jon Cossington entered the tent his ward resided in, the Griff expected it to be a normal day. Planning, sparring and a few friendly games of cyvasse. However, when he entered the tent he wasn't expecting what came.
Sitting in his chair was Prince Aegon Targaryen, more commonly known as Young Griff, with a sword leaning against the chair he was on. But what got Jon's attention was what was in the prince's lap.
Laying in his lap was a small dragon with pale white scales, and black eyes, which were currently on the former hand. Seeing this amazed and scared the man. 'How could this be?'
"Lord Connington." The voice of his prince brought his attention back to Aegon. "I thank you for answering my summons."
Jon bowed and when he spoke he couldn't help but let the stutter come with it. "Do… don't mention it." Looking back at his prince he took a few seconds to look at the beast in his lap. "Can I assume that it is time?"m
The former lord watched as a smile appeared on his ward's face. "I do think so, Lord." Aegon placed his hand on the small dragon. "Send the raven, and prepare the fleet. It's time for Westeros to meet the dragon."
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Pentos
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In another one of the Daughter Cities of Valyria, another pair of Targaryen siblings could be found. However, these 2 had more of the valyrian features. Pale skin, silver-blonde hair, pale lilac eyes and the other had purple. These were Viserys and Daenerys Targaryen, children of the Mad King and Rhaella Targaryen.
Both of them could be found sleeping this night, but who wasn't asleep was their host, Illyrio Mopatis. Who had just ordered a few of his guards dead. Why he did this was simple. The first was for awakening him in the middle of the night, and the other was for allowing the 3 dragon eggs to get stolen.
However the last one was a lie, the actual reason was for when he was shown the eggs, Illyrio found that the eggs had hatched, and the dragons inside of them were dead. When the eggs hatched, the man didn't know but from the looks on the side of the chest, the hatchlings spent a bit of time scratching away.
Now the magister either had to find new eggs, but that would be close to impossible and if he did find some, they would have cost him most of his vaults. Releasing a frustrated groan the cheesemonger left for his office, needing to let his friend Varys know about this certain update.
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TBC
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Now that the chapter is over, it's time to answer some questions. I might be getting for what has happened in this chapter.
The first is why did Shiera bring back Vermithor and no more dragons of old? I did this out of a promise to a friend who asked me to give Jon/Daemon the Bronze Fury. The other reason is that it is overpowered as fuck. They already have Silverwing who is the same size as Vermithor when he died, and now they have Vermithor and 3 new baby dragons and I'm saying that they will be growing much faster.
Why did I kill Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viersion? Because to many dragons and I'm not making Daenerys a main focus of this story. So I don't see the point of bringing more dragons into the story when they will barely be shown.
