Dragonborn.

I stood up, dusting my sleeves with a sword in my hand ready to strike, in front of me stood Lorel with his sword already drawn. 'Again' he said and lunged at me.

I ducked under his strike, while thrusting my sword toward him, he weaved out of my attack, and i was expecting that. I changed my grip and brought my sword backwards towards him, he smirked and parried it with the pommel of his sword, while i tried to bash him, but stopped as i felt the cold steel up my neck.

I sighed, i still could not beat him. He could predict my attacks easily. Seeing my expression, he laughed at me, 'you still have a long way to go to beat me'.

'Again' he said, and i lunged.

The earlier bouts had exhausted me. For nearly more than ten years, this had been my life, while i knew i was good, i also knew that i would be destroyed against elite warriors. All i could do was stall them, but that was good too, i lacked experience of a real life or death combat. While i had my fair share of fights, i was never in real danger. I was deemed to important, to risk my life like that. And it became obivious, when facing the elites.

No use thinking about it though, as i opened a book and started reading. Books on noteworthy battles, and on battle strategy were my focus. The book was a dull read, but i continued on, as there were many notable battle commanders, who were tried and tested in wars. Stannis Baratheon, Randyll Tarly Bryden Tully, and many others. Even Tyrion Lannister had proven himself at the battle of Blackwater bay. So i was reading, all available books to me on battles, and Jon Connington was tutoring me on battle tactics. Contrary to my belifs, there are various noteworthy battle strategies and formations. I was able to recall various war formations from watching movies, as they are implemented here too. I had thought that, they will be quite unaware of advanced military tactics, but it appears i was wrong. Another thing of intrest was that, Essos was more advanced than Westeros in warfare. I think it's because wars occur frequently here, and there is a stiff competiton between mercenary companies.

The door to my room opened, and Daenerys strode in. She was distressed, i could tell that.

"So what was it this time, Danny, did you dream of Illyrio this time."

She pouted, as she never liked me making fun of her. As a child, she was scared of Illyrio. She had asked why Illyrio was so large, when i had told her that he ate little children who made mischief, she used to run whenever he would come near us back then.

"It was not HIM, remember i was telling you about my dream, when the red comet appeared. I dreamt i was on a banks of a river, and there i saw statutes of dragons. They were so lifelike, that for one moment i mistook them for real ones. And when i wanted to move, i realized i was frozen. When i looked down, i saw that my legs had turned to stone. Slowly my whole body was being petrified, i tried to look towards the dragons, but they were gone. When a shadow fell over me, i raised my head and saw them circling each other in the air.

They then glided down in front of me, i tried to touch them, but my hand passed through them like they were a phantom.

It was then i realized, i was no longer petrified. They then once again took flight and vanished into the skies. I woke up, after that.

Since we had returned to Pentos, she had been having these dreams. Some times, it was a sea of fire, some times it was flying in the skies, she always heard a song, which she could not remember. But she never had a dream like this, and with the appearance of the Red Comet, i know what had to be done. It may be an instinct or whatever it was it only strengthened my belief in what i was going to do.

The camps had been removed, it was just few days earlier that this area was bustling with activity. We were prepared to leave for Chroyane today.

We had discussed with the leaders of the golden company for quite a long time, Jon Connington was accompanying us, along with some members of the golden company.

Our days were spent in this manner, as we travelled through essos. We travelled towards the Rhoyne river, towards Chroyane. Chroyane is a city, that lies on the banks of river Rhoyne. Chroyane was once a very rich and beautiful city. The two places of note in the city are the, palace of Love now called the palace of Sorrows, and the Bridge of Dream.

"Lord Connington, have you made the prepartions."

"I have, your grace, but i urge you to reconsider, our men are wary to be anywhere near the sorrows. They say it is a cursed place."

"I know, but it is necessary. And we have a long way to go. What about ships, can we get them at Volantis. I don't want to spend much of our time over there."

"Illyrio is on his way to Volantis, he will procure them for us. In fact he was glad, about it. Just what had you asked him earlier, that spooked him."

"Something we need, that is the reason we are going to Chroyane. Our journey is going to be a long one, but are we prepared for it."

"The journey may be perilious, but we will always find a way."

Daenerys

Something was diffrent this time, she could feel it. She had travelled through various cities in her life, but this time something was strange. Viserys was excited, it was a rare thing for him to lose his composure. She had never seen him display such emotion, as he always kept them in check. She could not remember much about her childhood, but Viserys remembered it. He only lost his composure, whenever he was dealing with something concerning Westeros. It was difficult to read, as her brother kept his stony facade on. But over the years she had come to learn how to grasp it. Whatever her brother was going to do, she was sure it was related to Westeros.

And that confused her, from what she knew the were going near Chroyane. It was a ruin, which everyone feared to enter. Which raised the question, why would her brother plan to go near it.

But he had remained tight lipped about it, no one knew exactly what was going on. Her brother, normally would tell her about his plans, but this time he had not even told her. It made her feel uneasy, and the uneasiness only increased as the time went by. They were getting closer and closer, to Chroyane. And it was not only her, but the rest of their company too felt that way. But they carried on, and soon they could see the Rhoyne river. As they reached near the river, she felt that it was a familiar sight, and then she recalled that it was familiar, because she had seen it in her dreams.

We had finally reached near Chroyane, it was a long journey. But i was in a hurry, because the red comet had finally arrived.

Even now, i could see it blazing in the sky. It was getting bigger and brighter day by day, and i cannot lose this window of oppurtunity.

We set up a camp near the river bank, i could see the ruins of the city from here.

The soldiers were setting a perimeter, around our camp. I could see them running about and shouting orders, but there was a discipline, that they followed.

A sense of order could be seen to a trained eye, in their frantic movements.

I am feeling quite anxious too, wondering wether the deviations caused by me, won't affect us that much.

The hatching of dragons is paramount to my plans, and also my survival. For the first time since arriving in Westeros, i will be putting my life in jeopardy. And death by burning is not a good way to go.

Winterfell

The royal party had arrived a few days earlier, and it was not as he expected it to be. The demon of the trident was a fat drunkard, the queen was beautiful but not pleased to be here, and the crown prince was a prick. He had not seen much of the other royal children. The kingslayer was arrogant, but he felt more like a king then the king himself. The imp confused him, he insulted and then advised him, so he was unsure about him.

Robb was going to be the acting lord of winterfell now, Sansa was never close to him, Bran his heart clenched when he thought of him, he had fallen from the broken tower and was unconcious and no one knew when he would wake up. Arya was well Arya, as wild as ever. She had loved needle though, he had known she would have liked it. Rickon was a little guy, always in tow with Lady Catelyn, he avoided thinking about her. Father was going to be the hand of the king now, he knew father would do it. There was nothing, that father couldn't do. He always felt himself small in front of his father, he was like the wall to him. Always protecting him, and he had lived in his father's shadow for his entire life. A part of him was scared while the other excited, he was going to become his own man now. While he doubted he could ever surpass his father, but he wished he could make him proud.

Uncle Benjen had told him, that in the night's watch everything must be earned, and being a bastard or a trueborn changed nothing there. This was his chance, to prove himself to show everyone, that he was not just a bastard, but someone worthy and that the blood of the Starks flowed through him too.

The preparations were done now, we had captured three of them. It was difficult but we managed to do it, they could really not be redeemed though. Nothing more than mindless beasts, it made me curious though. How did such a curse came into existence, there was a legend about Prince Garin. That he was the one who was the progeny of the curse, but it was not a concrete evidence though. According to the legend, Price Garin led two hundred and fifty thousand men to their deaths against the Valyrians, in order to stop them. He was named Garin the Great for giving the Valyrians pause,

the men of Valyria hung Garin in a golden cage and brought him to Chruyane, so he could witness the city's destruction. Garin allegedly called upon Mother Rhoyne to destroy them. The Valyrians mocked him, however that very night, the waters rose from the river Rhoyne and drowned the invaders of Chroyane. From that day, the spirits of the fallen conquerors have said to have remained beneath the waters, it is believed that their cold breath is still said to rise from the murk, to make the fogs that surround the ruined city of Chroyane, in the sorrows. They who were once the lords of fire, were turned to stone in their flesh as their stony hearts.

Whatever it was, tonight the ritual was going to be conducted. I looked into the skies, and saw the red streak of the comet as it continued to fly in the sky.

A pyre was arranged in the shape of the three headed dragon, stakes were planted near the 'heads' of the formation.

It was a full moon day today, and the pale moonlight was surrounded by a inky blackness, but the red comet was like a rising sun on the horizon. It clashed against the moonlight for dominance in the night.

We arrived near the pyre, where three cages were kept. They kept shaking constantly, and screeching noises were heard from them once in a while.

"The time has come, open the cages and tie them to the stakes."

Men hurried forwards, and opened the cages. And three stonemen rushed out, clawing out in an attempt to reach us.

It reminded me, of the captured wight that was brought to Kings Landing.

The men pulled on the chains attached to the stonemen, and dragged them towards the stake, where they were tied.

There was not a hint of sanity left in their eyes, the greyscale must have reached their brain by now.

Chroyane and Valyria were the largest dumping grounds, for those who were affected by greyscale. Mercy galleys are often sent with food, however they bring more stonemen than food though.

The mists continued to rise in our surroundings, as the trail of comet and moonlight clashed in the night sky.

Daenerys

She was apprehensive, on whatever her brother was planning. It felt unnatural,(no, a voice whispered in her head).

Those stonemen, and the appearance of the sky tonight. She was scared of it,(no. accept it whispered the voice again).

And then her brother beckoned her, to come near the pyre.

I beckoned Daenerys, to come near the pyre. The stonemen were tied to the pyre now, i looked at them and then took out the dragon eggs from the chest.

Daenerys

Her breath got caught in her throat, as she saw the dragon eggs. Is he going to.., my thoughts were a jumbled mess. The dragons were not seen since more than a century, any attempt to hatch them had failed. Her great-grandfather had died in an attempt to hatch dragons, along with her grandfather, grandmother and many others at Summerhall. But she still, went towards him.

"Daenerys, i think you know by now what i am going to do."

"Y es, but ..brother are you ...sure." Her voice was shaky, and she was scared.

"Yes, i am sure. Take one dragonegg and place it on the stake where the stonemen are tied."

"But brother,.."

"Trust me, Dany."

"Ok."

Daenerys

She didn't knew why she said yes, but she took the dragon egg and moved towards the stake. When she touched the dragon egg it felt warm in her hands, more so than it normally felt. It was a beautiful egg with silver scales, and she remembered the silver dragon from her dreams, flying in the air. With each step she took her heart thundered in her chest, but the dream of that silver dragon, moved her forwards.From the corner of her eyes, she saw her brother doing the same with the other dragon eggs.

The dragon eggs were warm, more so than usual. Or it may be due the surrounding chilly atmosphere, i continued walking and soon reached near the stake. I placed the red dragon egg on the rightmost stake, and the black one on the middle stake. Daenerys, placed her silver dragon egg on the leftmost stake. I saw her flinch, when she looked at the stoneman. I can't fault her on that, i was also quite disturbed when i saw them for the first time.

We walked back, after placing the dragon eggs. We soon arrived at the 'tails' of the formation, there i took two torches and handed one to Daenerys.

Daenerys

She took the torch, her hand was constantly shaking though. Her thoughts once again drifted back to the dream she had, and a question constantly arose in her thoughts, will dragons return once again. Would they be just like the one's she had seen her dreams. Shaking her head of those thoughts, she watched as her brother began to walk towards the pyre, seeing him she too started following him.

I took the torch and walked towards the pyre, Danny also followed me. When we reached the pyre, i looked at Danny and nodded. We both lowered our torches, and watched as the pyre was lit. And soon enough, the entire formation was roaring with an inferno.

With a deep breath, i steeled my nerves and walked into the pyre.

Daenerys

She watched as her brother entered the pyre, she was scared and in her heart wanted the whole thing to end. But she remembered the words, her brother had said to her;'Trust me'. So she trusted him, and followed him into the pyre. She felt the flames licking at her feet, and burning way her dress, but oddly they did not harm her. She felt as if the sky and the earth itself were guiding her, and soon she reached the stake were she had kept the silver dragon egg. The stoneman was screeching and wailing continously now. Looking around, she saw that her brother had also reached the stake besides her, where a black dragon egg was kept. He looked towards her and nodded.

The flames burnt my clothes and shoes, but they were not affecting me in the slightest. It felt weird, seeing physics getting thrown out of the window, but who cares anyway. I reached the stake where the black dragon egg was kept.

The stoneman kept screeching and clawing at it's binds but he was aflame now. I looked, towards my sister, and saw her looking at me, and so i nodded in her direction.

Chroyane

Everyone was anxious, the whole camp was abuzz with activity as the first ray of sunlight reached them. The pyre was ablaze from night till dawn. It had burned fiercely for the entire night, the screaming and screeching of the stonemen and the fires, had prevented anybody from approaching the pyre. Not that anyone wanted to enter it, they had tried to stop the prince. Persuasion, thoughts and threats everything they could have done, but he was adamant, and nothing worked on him. In the end, they had to accept his decision, as he was their king. But he knew he had failed, once again. But this time with the siblings of his silver prince.

As the dust settled, they began to clear out the pyre, when he was rendered both speechless and thoughtless. For he was seeing something that had not been seen since nearly two centuries, and he was not the only one. Nearly everyone were begining to gather, and their reactions the same. They all bowed, because in front of them stood the siblings, naked as the day the were born.

Astonishingly, they had somehow survived, without being burned alive in the fire. However, that had not been the cause of everyone's attention.

It was the three dragons that were perched on their shoulders, that did so.