When she was born, it was said that a storm never before seen plagued the skies all the way to Essos.
The sky seemed to wail with fury and madness and the seas churned along with it.
Ships were destroyed, small towns eradicated and mountains struck by unrelenting thunders.
Dragonstone itself seemed to shake under the elements that seemed to wage some form of war.
Against what… against whom… no one knew.
In Westeros, people believed it was a sign from the gods. Perhaps happiness that the stink of the Targaryens was washed away and the last dragons would follow along. Some believed they showed fury against meaningless deaths that happened during the rebellion, as well as the monstrous deaths of Princess Elia and her children, especially when the newly crowned king had laughed at their bodies.
The small folk believed the kingdom was being cursed.
In Essos, followers of different gods gave meaning to the storm that seemed to darken the skies and made day night.
The followers of the many faced god believed their god was delivering his gifts to people who deserved it, as well as showing his prowess. To the followers of Rhllor, they looked into the fire's unrelentlessly, regardless of the loud booms of thunder outside their temples and believed their god was passing a message across to them.
Some even believed that it was perhaps the rebirth of the Azor Ahai.
In Qohor, the followers of the black goat believed the god must be angry over something, and in order to protect their city, sacrificed 25 children at the altar.
Everywhere, people made stories up about the wrath of the gods… even screaming in fear and/or exhalations when a red comet traveled across the sky, as beautiful against the blackness of the skies.
Red and Black.
Red and Black.
Red and Black it would seem.
And so, to house Targaryen, Daenerys the Stormborn princess was born… in a siege.
"Dragon eggs, Daenerys. From the shadow lands beyond Asshai. The ages have turned them to stone, but they will always be beautiful."
Magister Illyrio Mopatis explains to the silver haired princess, or rather yet, Khaleesi, as she grabbed the green, almost emerald colored egg in her hand, a look of astonishment and awe shining in her eyes.
Perhaps today wasn't as completely sad as she'd thought.
But as she put down the egg, ignoring the Dothraki style celebration going on around her, her eyes went towards the black egg with red swirls on it.
It was the one that seemed to attract her much more than the others.
Perhaps, it was because of the similarity to her house colors. Or maybe because of how huge it was. Compared to the silver and emerald eggs that were as large as an ostrich's egg, this one… it was at least three times the size of the other two.
"Why is this one so big, Magister?"
She asked as she bent curiously over the box.
"No one knows. But it is said to be some sort of defect. Dragon eggs cannot grow or even be laid at this size. Even if dragons existed to this day, it is possible that this egg would never have hatched."
Daenerys didn't believe that of course. There was something… special, about this egg.
With a slender arm, she brushed her hand over the black egg, a gasp almost escaping her lips and her heartbeat quickening in her very chest.
The current that passed through from the egg to her fingers… or was it from her fingers to the egg?
It had been… electrifying… pulsing…
Almost like it was—
"Princess?"
She snapped out of it, looking towards the Magister who had a rather benign smile on his face.
He must be quite proud of himself.
And he should be. These eggs were very well the most important things she'd gotten today.
She gave him a respectable nod.
"Thank you, Magister. I will treasure them all my life."
The Magister bowed, before moving back to his seat, a jealous Viserys staring Daenerys down, but she fought not to look in his direction.
For if she did… one way or the other, she felt he would demand the eggs of her.
He already chose her a husband… sold her like a broodmare.
This one… this win… she would have, no matter the consequences.
With a look back down at the eggs, she gave a small wave to an handmaiden who closed them and moved them to the side.
She still felt the pulsating current in her hand… and she wouldn't stop thinking about it till dawn came.
"You will be my Khalasar."
Daenerys turned to the remaining Dothraki who had stayed behind after the death of Drogo.
"I see the faces of slaves… I free you. Take off your collars! Go if you wish, no one will stop you. But if you stay…"
She looked around.
"It will be as brothers and sisters. As husbands and wives!"
But even amongst those who had stayed to watch her, she saw people leave amongst the crowd and Daenerys felt her heart drop, but she would show no weakness outside.
Even as Ser Jorah watched her with a sad expression on his face.
On her knees, and tied up, Mirri Maz Duur chuckled, an almost mocking smile on her face as she stared down the child who watched her back.
Daenerys watched the woman for a second, a feeling settling down in her bones… of surety.
"Ser Jorah, bind this woman to the pyre."
Jorah looked at her for a second, knowing what her plan was, especially after the three dragon eggs were placed on Drogo's pyre.
Dragon eggs that Daenerys had cared for as much, if not more than her own life.
Daenerys turned to the hesitant knight.
"You swore to obey me."
With a little sigh, he walked over to the witch, yanking her violently to her feet and ignoring her pained grunt.
She ignores them as he moved her towards the pyre, and she addressed her little crowd once more.
"I am Daenerys Stormborn, of the house Targaryen! I am the blood of the dragon! I am the dragon's daughter, and I swear to you… that those who will harm you will die screaming!"
"You will not hear me scream!"
Maz Duur shouted towards her and Daenerys didn't bother turning towards her, a confident look on her face.
"I will. But it is not your screams I want. Only your life."
Jorah walked away from the witch as Daenerys was handed a burning wood, which she then used to light up the circles around Drogo's pyre.
It was quiet for a moment, and then Maz Duur began singing in her tongue, as if fighting off the pain with distraction, but it was not enough, for as the flames licked her flesh, her screams began.
Screams that Daenerys welcomed and embraced… and with only one look at Jorah, she stepped into the pyre.
The rest of her small Khalasar watched in awe as she walked through the flames unbothered and unconcerned, even as the flames seemed to lick at her skin and her dress.
The skies began to rumble as Maz Duur's scream loudened and thunder struck across the skies.
The Dothraki began kneeling, knowing they were about to witness history.
Knowing, that perhaps, they had chosen right.
And Daenerys… she stared at the body of Drogo… of her sun and stars, the man who had given her Rhaego. The man who would have raised her stallion with her… only for both to be taken away from her in the blink of an eye.
As Maz Duur's scream died down, Daenerys laid on the ground, ignoring the ashes of her gown, and resting her head on her hands, the very air electric, as the thunder rumbled dangerously.
And above the pyre, on the Khal Drogo's pyre… the three dragon eggs wriggle just a little, and the biggest of the eggs glowed an almost crimson golden light.
Ser Jorah walks towards the ashes with rising smoke, a look of fear on his face as he wondered if perhaps, she was dead.
Behind him, the Khalasar began to wake, some following behind him as the morning skies seemed to brighten up the closer he walked towards the burnt pile.
But, as he got closer though, his heartbeat quickened as he saw the princess, huddled into herself, naked as the day she was burn with ashes and smoke all over her body.
But what brought him to a stop… what brought the others, to a stop, was what she cuddled in her arms.
A dragon… or rather yet, two dragons… silver and emerald in color, looking like gems in the morning light, as they suckled from her teat like newborns.
A startled gasp escaped his mouth, even as some of the Dothraki began to whisper amongst themselves.
But, Jorah could only see two dragons.
He thought there were t—
Then he saw it.
The last one.
The one whose egg had been three times bigger than the other two's.
It was black… a smooth black almost like darkness, with red swirls on its back like cracks you'd see in a volcano. The crimson was bright and seemed to pulse as it moved and croaked.
It's wings seemingly stronger looking than the other two and also… it was bigger than both.
At least three times the size of the silver one and the emerald one.
He was soon distracted by Daenerys standing to her feet, and he wasted no time getting to his knees.
"Blood of my blood."
He said reverently, and the Khalasar followed him to kneel at their Khaleesi.
For who wouldn't, when faced with the woman who has brought dragons back into the world again.
Who had mothered them ever since she was presented with them.
Who held them at her breasts and fed them like a mother would.
A mother of dragons.
The mother of dragons.
And the black dragon let out a powerful shriek on the small pile of burnt woods it stood on, the skies rumbling along with it's shrieks.
For Daenerys…
She looked down at the two dragons in her arms.
She already knew their names.
The silver one, Viserion… in homage to her brother who had lost himself.
The emerald one, Rhaegal… in homage to her brother and son. Both she never had the opportunity to meet.
And the third one… the one she felt the most connection with.
He turned to her, flapping his wings awkwardly and his eyes seemed to shine with an intelligence that seemed so different from Viserion and Rhaegal's.
She had been prepared to name him after Drogo… and yet, it felt like he already had a name.
A name that was powerful.
A name that befitted who he was and who he would be. What he would be capable of in the future.
Ancalagon.
Ancalagon The Black.
She had no idea why she gave him such a name… but from the hum that he seemed to let out… she knew he approved of it.
And as she turned to her little Khalasar… she knew it was time to go after those who had laughed at her and her family.
Those who had taken her family and her throne from her.
For she deserved to be queen.
She deserved to take back what was hers.
The Iron Throne.
And by the gods she will take it back.
With her children.
And with Fire and Blood.
I've had this one shot on my mind for quite some time now.
I just decided to write it up now.
I haven't seen a lot of Daenerys or even Aegon(son of Elia) centric stories anywhere! And I don't know why not!! Those two characters can definitely be expanded on a lot better.
And then i also had a lot of thoughts on Ancalagon from the LOTR series. No ASOIAF dragon can ever touch Ancalagon. He could swallow Balerion the black dread with just one gulp in his mouth. Everyone would basically tremble and hey! I wanted Daenerys to have some more luck with conquering Westeros and this time, she'll definitely have a lot more sense to deal with all her problems. The whole conquering the slave cities was one of the mistakes she made. She could have conquered one, worked on said city and built of the soldiers as well as letting her dragons grow and building up those she can trust. So this time, she'll be a wise but fearless queen.
And then there's young Griff. I've seen a lot of Aegon (Jon) stories and I want Elia Martell's son on the throne with Daenerys too! Elia deserved better. I could just imagine the anger Aegon feels over Lyanna naming his bastard brother his own legitimate name.
Also, In case you don't know Ancalagon, he's a great dragon from Middle Earth, LOTR world. And one of THE biggest dragons in the fantasy world. We all know Balerion is described as a being whose wings covers towns whenever he flies by, but Ancalagon can actually swallow Balerion with just one gulp into its mouth. That should tell you. And when he died, falling from the sky, he destroyed mountains like they were nothing.
I obviously won't make him grow to such enormous size in just a year or something as crazy. Dragons grow as they age so he might not reach such size for decades, but just know, he'll be a LARGE being and no one will get in Daenerys' way.
Anyways, I'll be turning this into a series.
