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The first time I woke up in a twisted version of my world, I thought that I was having a very bad dream. Then, my wonderful luck decided to bestow upon me the most gruesome and terrific beast nature spits from its deepest pits. Couple this with an adventure through strange lands, meeting with even stranger men pushed me to my limit.
In conclusion, when I woke up in the yard of some noble or merchant or whatever from the vest, I had a breakdown. Aurum, at the time, I thought was a fragment of my broken imagination. As I would find out later, it wasn't. My most praised companion, even dearer to me than my family and so called friends, had apparently come and find. And he wasn't dead. And not even through some twisted miracle, like I was brought back to life. He just survived. Or some part of him did. My beloved was as broken outside as I was inside. His once gorgeous golden scales are now the colour of old copper, his teeth are sharper but fewer in number and his size is although much bigger somehow… defeated.
I didn't understand how he survived so much. I think that it may has something to do with our bond. As it was custom for the lux and their dragons, we made a blood bond. Theoretically this bond ties a man to his dragon and vice versa until one of them meets its final demise. This custom had large repercussions in the very nature of the dragon human relationship. So, a man can ride only the first dragon he ever mounted and the dragon no matter how many years passed and how many masters he changed, will forever yearn for its first master.
My only idea is that my unnatural prolonged life didn't allow Aurum to die. A human bonded to a dragon takes from his companion characteristics. He becomes immune to heat and in some cases even fire, he can't be affected by illness and it's generally more strong. And the most important to my situation, a bond with a dragon lengthens a human's life by some decades. Why? Because a dragon's lifespan is by far greater than a humans.
Old stories, whispered in the dark of night and dreamed by the most ambition, told about immortal dragons, born once with the first light and extinguished by only by their own will. They say that dragons, as creatures of light and fire, can live as long as their inner fire glows strongly. And my Aurum's flame was tied to my own. And I died so my flame was barely there for more than 300 years.
The first sunset the witch saw was barely visible through the thick iron bars. The dungeons were incredibly filthy and the windows few and small. She looked upon the violent rays of the new day with a mix of sadness and contempt. Her dragon had flown all night above the city, scaring the crowd and the guards alike with its mighty roars and flames.
She didn't understand why she was being held hostage. After her sudden appearance in the courtyard of the king, her dragon was attacked and she herself was taken to this horrid place. One thing was clear as the new day. The blond man with ice cold ice and golden lions sewed on his tunic will pay dearly. He took to shouting orders filled with hate, yells that haunted her nightmares for so long "Kill her!" "kill the monster!"
The echo of frighten and enraged men , who like beasts attacked her old dragon still rang in her head. Her companion roared and spit fire, but he only did it to protect her! The men, even the ones that stood wide eyed on the side were woken from their stupor by the dying screams of their comrades.
Forgotten in the middle of the chaos, an old man with shallow features and long unkempt hair took their side. He yelled at the soldiers to stop, even tried to put himself between the unforgivable blades and their intended purposes. But he was one and they were many.
He, the only one who had held happiness in his eyes when first rested on the incredible sight of a large beast and a fair headed maiden, he was taken away.
The rest was blur of blood and fire for the valyrian witch. The only things she remembered were rough hands on her skinny arms and foul breaths yelling curses and threats.
To lost in her day dream to observe anything, the witch missed the heavy steps of a man.
"Get up!" he said with a bark.
She started at the known voice and rested her violet eyes on the speaker. At once her heart swelled with hate and she threw herself at the bars.
"Your bastard!" she screamed " How dare you! How dare you hurt my dragon! How… dare …you… hurt ME?" she gritted through clenched teeth.
The last days had taken their toll on her. Unwanted tears filled her eyes and blurred her vision. Enraged and embarrassed by her weakness she snarled at him and turned her face at the small window.
"You have no idea who I am and what I can possibly do to you" whispered the witch with hate.
The man didn't move a muscle. His entire face was blank and the only sign that he was indeed a living breathing creature were his unforgivable eyes.
"You are threat to the people" he said in a quiet but strong voice. "Your beast killed our men! So, as required by common sense the law of men and gods, he shall be put to rest"
The witch clenched her fists and furrowed her brow. "You honestly think a dragon is so easy to kill". She turned with a sharp movement and drew closer. "You can kill a dragon, you fool! He will burn you and this entire rat infested hole to get me! He will BURN YOU ALL!" she hissed.
Her eyes alight with the idea of burning, screaming men, she smirked cruelly. Her beautiful face contorted in hate filled grimace. Her long, chopped nails suddenly aimed through the bars for the man clothes.
He took a step back and looked at the mad figure in front of him. Another mad threat, another mad fair headed pyromaniac. One with a golden crown upon his head and one with a monstrous beast on the lose. For a moment Twyin Lannister wished for their deaths. He wished that this hollering lunatics will perish in their own threats and they will born once an forever and let honest, innocent men to live.
Throwing a least glance at the smirking, hissing girl, who kept muttering threats laced with the promise of a demise among flames and blood, he said in his cold, unemotional drawl:
"It will be killed. Maybe his big and maybe he's stronger but we are far greater in numbers. And he can flew so long before his wings tire and are pierced by arrows, his stomach yearns for food and will be filled by our poisoned meats. And when he rests and will feel safe, we will ascend on him with spears and swords and all the blades ever invented by man. So, yes, you witch, he will die and when he will rot outside the gates of King's landing, your head will be separated by your body and the later will be thrown to disintegrate near your beasts'"
Upon hearing this, the girl looked at him with glassy eyed. For a moment she looked so young, like a lost little girl that was lost and frighten. She looked a little like his daughter with her fair skin and blonde hair. Her petite body was shaken by tremors and big tears poured form her so violet eyes.
"No… no please.. please.. NO" she kept her begging. Her hoarse voice broke and for a singular moment he felt pity. But soon his heart became strong as a rock and he took the way of stairs.
"You fool! You cannot kill him… you bastard.. . hahaha.. I will burn you burn.. burn you .. ALL!" she started half yelling, half crying.
The sight of a young girl, clad only in some revealing rags that threw herself like mad at the iron bars was gruesome. Her innocence was so tainted by her madness that was almost painful to watch.
The lion of Casterly Rock couldn't stop thinking about how this creatures were better dead. The mad one and the broken one, the king and the witch both threaten the very existence of the kingdom and he was going to eliminate them before their madness would engulf everything in a haze of fire.