Chapter 1
Energy was filling him. Solthys was adding her strength to his own and Aeron felt energised, he felt like he could run the entire outskirts of King's Landing and not break a sweat. He was ready. Raising his hand Aeron couldn't help the excitement that filled.
"Lumos." Aeron spoke. Only to be filled with disappointment when nothing happened. He could also feel Solthys' confusion about what was happening or more accurately the lack of anything happening.
"Lumos." He spoke again. "Lumos. Lumos." Aeron kept on repeating but producing no results from his attempts.
Aeron couldn't help the disappointment that filled him, causing Solthys to reach out through their bond in an attempt as comfort. He'd really thought that it would work, especially with Solthys providing him with her own strength, after all dragons were magic and should therefore assist him in being able to conjure magic.
Pushing himself out of bed Aeron walked towards the window, glancing at the capital of the Seven Kingdoms. He had one of the better rooms of the Red Keep with a view of the entire capital. He could see the Dragonpit in the distance where not only Solthys, but Syrax, Vhagar, Sunfyre, Tessarion, and Caraxes were but a few of many dragons currently chained within the pit.
Truthfully Aeron disagreed greatly with the Dragonpit, he saw it as a symbol of weak and foolish kings. Aenys Targaryen had made plans for the Dragonbit because the Faith was complaining about the dragons and the weak fool that he was started making plans for the construction of a place that would ensure that all the dragons would stay in one place, and therefore in less position to combat the Faith Militant. And Maegor the paranoid brute that he was later put those plans into action and started the construction of the Dragonpit in order to keep all dragons and their riders close to him.
Not to mention dragons were not mindless beasts that roamed the lands burning farmlands and devouring livestock and families. They were intelligent creatures, more so then humans some maesters debated, and they knew not to cause senseless damage. Or at least most of them knew not to. Cannibal and to a lesser extent Sheepsteealer were less intelligent and indeed wilder and far more beast like then their brethren. They deserved to be locked up in the Dragonpit, especially Cannibal who was to dangerous to honestly let roam on Dragonstone, the rest of the dragons however didn't.
Aeron didn't know how long he kept staring at the capital but he did so, watching the rising sun over the capital and his nose twitching as the smell from the capital wafted into his room. The rate that the capital had grown in the last century was honestly exceptional, but the smell of it left much to be desired
Aeron walked over to his desk where Blackfyre was placed. Valyrian steel fascinated him, watching the dark ripples along the blade. Aeron carefully trailed his finger along the flat of the blade, following along the dark ripples.
Stronger then any steel and capable of piercing armour like it was silk, there was no weapon more desired then a Valyrian steel blade, and his family had more in their possession then any other family in Westeros. Two Valyrian steel swords; Blackfyre and Dark Sister, three Valyrian steel daggers, one in his mother's possession, another in Helaena's while the last was located in the vaults of the Red Keep, and the Valyrian steel crown of Aegon the Conqueror.
In fact the average Valyrian steel sword was considered to cost approximately half as million gold dragons, or at least that was what Jason Lannister had offered his uncle Daemon for Dark Sister several years back.
Aeron found it very amusing that for all their near limitless wealth the Lannisters were unable to buy a Valyrian steel sword from anyone, no matter the price that they offered, or who they offered it to. It was indeed proof that you can't buy everything with gold, even if you are sitting on a mountain of it.
Picking up Blackfyre Aeron headed for the training grounds. He needed to get used to fighting with Blackfyre. Aeron was used to fighting with a bastard sword but he wasn't used to fighting with a Valyrian steel sword and he needed the practice.
Aeron reached the training grounds where it was near empty because of how early it was. Drawing Balckfyre from its scabbard he headed towards a training dummy and started taking practise swings at it. He needed to get used wielding Blackfyre before he could try using it against someone.
Aeron spent near a good hour simply doing that, swinging Blackfyre at the dummy before a slow clapping sound drew his attention.
"Pretty sure you mastered those moves years ago." Daemon Targaryen spoke as he walked towards him.
"Not with Balckfyre." Aeron answered his stepfather as he turned to face him, quickly noticing the way that Dark Sister was in Daemon's hand as he walked towards him.
"True not with Balckfyre." Then Daemon swung Dark Sister as fast as he could at him, which Aeron was able to block, expecting such a move by Daemon who had made many similar surprise attacks during his training.
The clanging created from two Valyrian steel swords was very unique. It didn't even make an actual clang but more like a ringing sound. "Strange isn't it."
Aeron didn't reply he simply slashed at his uncle who blocked the attack with minimal effort. After Daemon blocked four blows with minimal ease and showed no sign of going on the offence Aeron pulled back and waited for Daemon to make a move.
When it came to swordplay Daemon was a snake, letting his opponent attack and then striking when and where they least expected it. Aeron knew from experience that if he stayed on the offensive then it would be a matter of time before Daemon bested him, so he resolved to wait for Daemon to attack first.
With a speed one wouldn't expect from a man well past his fortieth name day Daemon was remarkably fast in his strikes. Aeron managed to successfully block three strikes before taking a hit, a gash on his left shoulder.
"Come on Aeron, don't tell me you about to be taken down by an old man." Daemon mocked as Aeron backed away from him.
Aeron observed his uncle for a few moments before he acted on his next move. Swinging Blackfyre he knocked Dark Sister out of the way and then punched Daemon in the face.
Daemon moved out of the way before Aeron's fist connected, but that allowed him to bring Blackfyre against Daemon's leg, cutting a gash into it. "You're improving." Daemon complimented, not even wincing at the large gash on his leg or how blood poured from it, he had suffered far worse wounds.
Then in the blink of an eye Daemon charged at him, swinging Dark Sister with a speed and precision that left Aeron struggling to keep up and within minutes Blackfyre was knocked out of his hand and Dark Sister was held to his throat. "But you still have much to learn." Daemon smirked.
Aeron picked up Blackfyre when Daemon stepped away from him. "How long till we return to Dragonstone?" He asked. He doubted that they'd stay in the capital much longer, the tension between the Blacks and the Greens was worse then ever and staying in the capital was probably not the smartest move.
"Another day or two. Will you be taking a ship or will you be going on Solthys?"
"Hmm, I'll be going on Solthys, much faster then travelling by ship." He answered.
"Well she is always been built for speed." Daemon added.
"That she is." Aeron spoke fondly. "I'm going to the Dragonpit." He told his uncle who nodded at him.
The journey from the Red Keep to the Dragonpit was in no way a short one. It was a long ride from Aegon's hill to Rhaenys hill. When Visenya Targaryen had built the capital, it was with the intention of it becoming the largest city in all of Westeros, and it was. Construction started during King Aegon's reign, and completed during the final years of King Jaehaerys' reign King's Landing had indeed become the largest city in all of Westeros.
But in no way the most populated. Large portions of the capital were uninhabited, with the exception of Flee Bottom which was completely filled with the poor of the capital, the large manses of the capital that was intended for wealthy merchants and knights was simply too expensive for the majority of the population of the capital. In fact despite being merely a fraction of the overall size of the capital, nearly a third of it's population was inhabited in the area of Flee Bottom.
Aeron continued the ride through the capital till he reached the Dragonpit. Despite his reservations about the Dragonpit Aeron couldn't deny that it was impressive. A massive dome like structure atop Rhaenys Hill. Larger then even the Red Keep, the Dragonpit was a picture of intimidation and fear with massive bronze doors so large that even Vhagar the largest of their dragons was capable of simply walking through it.
There weren't any gold cloaks near the Dragonpit, and only a few dozen Targaryen guards whose main purpose was simply to bring the dragons food. After all what kind of fool would dare attack the place where dragons slept. Even chained you'd need an army in the thousands to take it.
Aeron walked through the massive bronze doors, heading straight to where Solthys was chained. Solthys was cleaning her scales, a large tongue licking over the membranes of her wing. If there was such a thing as a vain dragon it was Solthys. Nearly every day she spent hours simply cleaning her scales and talons.
"Hello girl." He said to Solthys who was in the middle of licking the claws at the end of her arm-wing limb. Solthys raised her head, large golden eyes staring intently at him before she huffed and went back to cleaning herself.
Aeron couldn't help but chuckle at Solthys' actions. 'Yep I have the most vain dragon in my family's possession,' he thought to himself as he stated at Solthys fondly before he headed into the cage where she was locked in.
Aeron knew that some members of his family thought that he shouldn't get so close to his dragon, but he knew that Solthys would never harm him, especially when she was in such a calm state.
Aeron sat against Solthys' belly as she continued licking claws, not at all bothered by the presence of her rider.
While he sat against his dragon he saw a small pebble on the floor Aeron got an idea. "Swish and flick." He muttered to himself.
"Wingardium leviosa." He spoke firmly swishing his hand, willing the stone to move, and to his shock it did. Wobbling as it did so the pebble rose three feet in the air, before falling to the ground, and Aeron let out a gasp of exhaustion, but with a large triumphant smile on his face.
Magic was real, and he had it.
- Line break-
Aeron stood in his chambers on Dragonstone, his family had returned to their fortress merely a week beforehand but he was feeling restless. He felt almost suffocated for a lack of better word. It almost seemed like he was unable to rest on Dragonstone.
Seven days since he had returned to Dragonstone, and thirteen he had discovered that he possessed magic. Aeron had been having more dreams and with it more knowledge of magic. He had taken to practicing at every opportunity but with limited success. Some spells he could do, while others left him gasping for breath and needing to draw upon Solthys through their bond to make sure that he didn't collapse from exhaustion, and for some spells nothing at all happened. It was frustrating to say the least.
Aeron needed answers, answers that he knew he wouldn't get on Dragonstone. Hell he had no clue where, or even if he could get the answers that he seeked.
"So how long before you leave?" A voice called out to him, catching him by surprise. Turning he saw his mother Rhaenyra standing in the doorway to his chambers on Dragonstone.
"Pardon mother?" Aeron asked with a mask of confusion on her face, causing her to role her eyes.
"How long before you leave?" Rhaenyra repeated with a slowness, as if speaking to a young child. "I know your feeling restless, and I know that you are planning on leaving, I just want to know when you will be and how long you plan to be."
"I don't know mother. I don't know how long I'll be gone, or even where I plan on going." Aeron answered honestly.
"Well I hope you enjoy." Rhaenyra spoke causing her son to look at her in surprise. "What?" She asked.
"You're letting me go?" Aeron couldn't help but answer a little dumbly. He had thought that his mother would put up the biggest argument against his plan to leave Dragonstone not to encourage him.
Rhaenyra rolled her eyes at her son's words. "You're as stubborn as an ox Aeron. If I tried to stop you from leaving then you will find some other way to leave." And her husband would be of no help whatsoever, Daemon would find the whole thing amusing and would be more likely to help Aeron leave then help her to keep him on Dragonstone. It would save her the headache and frustration to simply let him leave, however much she wished he would stay on Dragonstone.
"So where are planning on visiting?" Rhaenyra asked curiously. As a girl she had dreamed about travelling the world only such a thing never happened.
"Well I was planning on starting off in Pentos, then heading towards Volantis. After that, well I'll just see where I end." He wasn't lying, he was going to those two cities, but not in that order and he knew exactly where he would be going. Though he doubted his mother would let him leave if he told her that he was planning on going to the Doom of Valyria.
End of chapter 1, please review.
Sorry for the delay but I really struggled with this chapter, I just couldn't think of what to put in it, it was so frustrating, and I know it's short but I just didn't have the inspiration to make it longer, but I promise the next chapter will be much longer.
Also I'm planning three arcs for this story, the first arc will be Aeron travelling Essos and beyond, the second arc will be the dance of dragons and the events leading up to it, and the third arc will be the aftermath.
As for pairings I'm undecided but I am leaning towards Baela Targaryen because I'm a huge fan of the story the Dance is not over by Antony444. If you haven't read it I do recommend it.