Prologue
A group of teens walked through a dark tunnel with flashlights and lanterns. Most of the kids looked nervous and worried except the girl with silver blonde hair. As she walked ahead of the group, she pulled a piece of paper from her pocket. She squinted her eyes to read the words properly before she began singing out loud.
Drakari pykiros
Tikummo jemiros
Yn Lantyz bartossa
Saelot vaedis
Most of the teens looked to her nervously. They had never been this far in the caves; without their dragons I might add. But the girl had convinced them that it was necessary to do so.
Hen nuha eleni
Perzyssy vestretis
Se gelyn irudaks
Anogrose
When they reached a large cavern, she raised her voice a little before she knelt down as if bowing before royalty. She gestured for the others to do the same as she placed her flashlight down on the ground and they reluctantly followed suit. Growling was heard from the shadows in the cavern. She saw movement of something large in the darkness but didn't flinch in fear like her friends and continued singing.
Perzyro udryssi
Ezimptos laehossi
Harossa letagon
Aot Vaedan
With a squeal like roar, the dragon revealed itself to the human youths by shooting a blast of fire toward the cave's ceiling. Red scales covered the dragon's head and scales. While everyone else flinched, she stood tall. The dragon moved closer, growling in a melodist tone as if singing along with her.
Hae merot gieruli
Se haros bartossi
Prum sa sovili
Gevi daeri
Both human and dragon were now inches from one another, staring into the eye of the other. The girl then raised her hand and reached toward the dragon's snot with her head turned away. After a moment, she felt rough scales touch the palm of her hand and heard the dragon grumble. "I have not heard that song in so long. Nor anyone speak in High Valerian."
Looking up to the dragon, the girl smiled. "I am Daenerys Targaryen," she declared in High Valerian. "High Valerian is my mother tongue. Who are you, great dragon?"
The dragon tilted his head. This girl was a Targaryen? His rider's bloodline still existed. His lips curled up in joy at the thought. "I have been called the Blood Worm. But my name, given by my rider, is Caraxes."