Chapter 10
The Dark Truth of the Doom
111AC
Ruins of Valyria
The Valyrian Freehold
Aegon landed Arrax in an open space between various ruined buildings; he didn't know what this would have been like in the Glory Days, but from what he could see, there was a large empty space with a raised platform at one end.
"This was the forum, one of the 4 main districts of the capital where the Dragon Lords would watch the legions of the Empire form up before being deployed to conquer whatever lands they decided to conquer, or merely to impress visitors to their capital." Came numerous voices at the same time.
Aegon had to admit he was impressed this was a large open space, you could fit thousands of soldiers or a few Dragons, "millions of people called the freehold home wether they wanted to or not as the Dragonlords had many slaves." The voices told him as he walked on Arrax following behind him.
Walking across the ruins Aegon couldn't help but feel he was being watched, which was a heavy possibility as the main inhabitants of the ruins were the Stonemen, as he continued to follow the pull on his magic until he stood before a large building like the majority of the city was a ruin but this received the majority of the dooms wraith.
That wasn't the most impressive. What was impressive was the skeletal remains of thousands of people and a large Dragon even greater than Balerion thought. He seemed to have some skin or scales on his body.
"This is what remains of the army of Aurion the self-proclaimed Emperor of the Freehold, the man himself sits within the ruins of the palace on a throne of the Lord Chancellor." The voices told him which confused him slightly until the voices told him the 40 Dragonlord families elected the Lord Chancellor to serve as a leader of the Empire for a period of 2 years, 4 if there were in wartime.
Deciding to make his way inside, he told Arrax to be careful drawing Blackfyre from its sheath. He slowly made his way inside the palace ruins, unaware that his mother was screaming at him to get out of there.
Palace of the Dragonlords
Council Chamber of Dragonlords
Civic Centre District
The Council Chamber was in someone stable-looking condition. The inhabitants of the palace were long dead if the skeletal remains were anything to go by he walked into the large chamber to see a large, broken stone circular table with damaged Thrones made of marble.
But sitting there in a full set of Valyrian steel armour, his blade resting on his lap lay the body of Emperor Aurion, turning away he didn't see the "dead" monarchs hand grip his blade tightly.
"Qilōni issi ao? Nyke sense aōha ānogar, issaros; ao dare enter issa empire!" (Who are you? I sense your blood, stranger; you dare enter my Empire!) A Dark inhuman sounding voice spoke behind him, causing Aegon to turn his sword ready, his eyes widen in fear as Aurion stood from his throne.
"Skoros isse se brōzi hen fourteen iksos bisa magic". (what in the name of the 14 is this magic) Aegon swore in Valyrian gaining the attention of the Monarch.
"Ahh, ao ȳzaldrīzes īlva udrir, nyke kostagon sense aōha zaldrīzes outside; skoros iksos aōha brōzi? Skoros lentor issi ao hen" (Ahh, you speak our language, I can sense your dragon outside; what is your name? what house are you from) Aurion asked him in what sounded like a pleased tone.
"Nyke aegon hen lentor targārien kipagīros hen arrax" (I am Aegon of the House Targaryen Rider of Arrax) Aegon told him not mentioning his title until he knew the intention of the being before him, Aurion seemed to be angered at his answer as his blade stabled into the ground before looking up at him.
"Lentor targārien, se tolie 39 lenton laughed. Rȳ aōha ancestor skori ziry liortan zȳhon assets se dīnagontan zȳhon lentor naejot zaldrīzesdōron, gīda issa own kepa sīr nyke geptot mere weeks gō se vējes." (House Targaryen, the other 39 houses laughed. At your ancestor when he sold his assets and moved his family to Dragonstone, even my own father so I left mere weeks before the doom.)
Aerion removed his helm laying it on the table before him, what Aegon saw was revolting as half of Aerion's face was covered in grey scale the other was badly scared seeing Aegon's face Aerion laughed.
"Skoros's se matter ao didn't pendagon nyke'd glaesagon bisa bōsa mijegon mirri ānogar magic, these bodies around issa istan se survivors hen issa host whom nyke sacrificed naejot umbagon alive nyke istan bē able naejot henujagon these qrimbrōstan tegor rūsīr se dōron vali rȳ issa arlī skori dōna byka aerea targārien māzigon kesīr" (what's the matter you didn't think I'd live this long without some blood magic, these bodies around me were the survivors of my host whom I sacrificed to stay alive I was almost able to leave these cursed lands with the stone men at my back when sweet little Aerea Targaryen came here")
he told a shocked Aegon his eyes narrowed in anger he had read the story of Princess Aerea Targaryen she died a horrible death his grip of Blackfyre tightened ready he sneered at Aurion.
"Ao harmed nykeā member hen issa lentor; aōha continued survival iksos nykeā ánghowa naejot se jaes balerion. Prepare naejot rhaenagon zȳhon justice." (You harmed a member of my House; your continued survival is an insult to the God Balerion. prepare to meet his justice.)
"Ao dare challenge issa! Nyke aurion valkorion, emproer hen valriya nyke emagon cheated morghon itself nyke nykeā jaes, nyke qringōntan naejot drain aerea nyke jāhor drain ao hen aōha power se maghagon ry hen vesteros gō issa udrāzma."
(You Dare challenge me! I am Aurion Valkorion, Emproer of Valriya i have cheated death itself I am a God, i failed to drain Aerea i will drain you of your power and bring all of Westeros under my rule.)
With that the two Dragon Lords crossed blades the sound of Valyrian Steel Blades echoed across the freehold, Aurion had strength and centuries of possible practice against Aegon, but his grey scaled limbs made him slow, while Aegon had speed and magic powering his attacks.
The Red Keep
The Court watched in silence as they watched the crown prince battled a centuries-old Dragonlord for the next 10 mins, his strikes blocked by sword or the Armour Aurion was wearing; Aemma was being held by a pale Viserys as he prayed to the 14 to keep his son safe, Daemon stood firm bhut had his very upset daughter in his arms.
However, the gods work in mysterious ways while the Armour Aurion was wearing was Valyrian steel its straps were not, Aegon got one lucky hit on the shoulder snapping the leather straps, causing the chest plate to fall allowing Aegon to spin backwards avoiding a wild strike by Aurion leaving him open for Aegon's blade to find its mark in Aurion's chest.
Stumbling back Aurion fell to his knees looking up at his killer, giving him a nod he whispered "Nykeā sȳz ossēnagon ao emagon issa kirimvose, nyke jiōragon issa sole naejot balerion's mercy"
(A Good kill you have my thanks, I offer my sole to Balerion's mercy) with that he fell down dead.
Back to Aegon
"You did well young Prince Aurion had grown corrupt over the centuries you freed him he will be judged fairly, have your dragon burn his body, but be careful the Stone men have felt his death and will rush this area You must make your way to the Anogrion the home of the Fire mages the stone men won cross the old boundary lines you and your dragon will be safe." The Voices told him turning towards the fallen he grabbed the fallen body by its arm dragging him outside with his helm and sword in his other arm.
Giving his Dragon the command Arrax burned the body of Aurion unknowing to him the Dragon Flames would purge any trace of grey scale until the voices told him the armour and weapons were his.
Quickly taking the armour and weapon and placing them into one of the packs on Arrax's body before both human and dragon made their way to the Anogrion just as the Stone men made their way into the Civic Centre District.
They saw the two outsiders and charged only to smash into the boundary Lines wards, how they were active Aegon didn't know he didn't care he made his way into the temple of the Fire Mages.
The Anogrion
Main chamber
In the centre of the room stood a podium with 14 lines pointing out to 14 basins, walking to the centre he froze as the 14 basins caught fire the sheer power, he could feel made him fall to his knees.
"Welcome Aegon Targaryen, we are the fourteen gods of Valyria, we are glad that the most loyal Dragonlord House has such impressive heirs you do your race proud."
"Most loyal? Forgive me divine ones but why was House Targaryen spared? Why did the Doom happen" Aegon asked his head remaining down despite his powers he was not foolish enough to believe he could challenge 14 gods in the heart of their power.
A wave of magic erupted from the flames changing the room, it was all in one piece and glorious the room was filled with men and women in Red Hooded Cloaks, theses were the Fire mages.
"For over five thousand years, the Freehold was the most powerful empire in the known world. They worshipped us, and in return, we gave them dragons and powers of magic."
"Then in in final centuries of the Empire, a man from the west had met with one of the Dragon Lords a member of house Belaerys if we remember correctly when he was visiting the pleasure city of Lys, he returned and began to corrupt his fellow Dragonlords making them believe that they were gods and had no need of us."
Aegon watched the events of centuries flash before him as the Dragonlords grew wealthier and corrupt all except for House Targaryen as its leaders were more religious at the cost of there political standing in court.
"Had we been more involved in the affairs of mortals we could have ended the problem, but by the time we noticed it was too late so we sent our warning to Lady Daenys Targaryen, or as she is known as Daenys the Dreamer, her father Aenar Targaryen tried to warn the others but was laughed out of court. Twelve years later the Dragonlords were beyond redemption as they had corrupted a large portion of the peninsula, they then stormed the Anogrion and killed the mages, so we punished them"
Aegon watched as the last mage was killed the twelve flames erupted with anger and unleashed their power by setting off the volcanoes causing the doom, the room went back to its ruined self just as the pedestal in the middle sank into the ground leaving a slit in the ground.
"Wet your blade with your blood and insert it into the slit and be rewarded by the fourteen with the secrets of Valyrian magic." The fourteen-spoke awaiting Aegon's decision, they didn't have to wait long as he drew Blackfyre slicing his palm open allowing his blood to drip down the blade.
If he could hear the reaction in the Red Keep, he would be blushing or cowering in fear at the language his mother was yelling at what he was doing even Daemon was slightly worried.
Aegon slid Blackfyre into the slot gasping and the sheer energy that entered him both in terms of Magic and lost knowledge and History of his family's homeland, when it was over, he looked up sensing the viewing charm Melisandre had opened and smiled.
He now had a choice to make, allow the nobility to know he had magic or wipe the memories of those that were not his family and true Targaryen loyalists with a small gesture of his left hand he protected the minds of those he trusted with his right he summoned the elder wand.
Author's Note: There we go; the chapter is done. Will Aegon cast the spell or allow the nobility of Westeros to live with the knowledge that he could wield magic?
I have a poll up. vote on what happens in the next story
Until next time
Revan Shan 2077.