'That guy looks familiar,' I thought with a frown as I laid in front of Mother, both Visenya and Rhaenys resting their heads on her laps while they along with the woman in question sat on the one bench of the courtyard.
The person I was talking about was the white-haired elderly man sitting opposite of us and softly rubbing his staff with a cloth dipped in oil while the rather big guy beside him was busy cleaning his blade.
Off to the side, Jorah and Rakharo were cleaning their sword and arakh respectively while Jhogo and Aggo were busy with making sure Aggo's arrows were ready for usage.
I don't know what it was, but just looking at the man in front of me, I had a few guesses on who he is and one guess that made the absolute most sense.
After all, what I can remember from the show was that there was only one old man that joined up with Mother in the show and while this White beard has a far longer beard than the person I was thinking of, there was still that connection between them that nagged at me.
'Barristan Selmy…It has to be him,' The thought rang through my mind and I was almost fairly certain it was him.
It was not only my knowledge of what I knew from the show and the books, but also the way the man carried himself with such dignity that I felt almost sure it was him.
The only issue is that I could feel Mother's distrust for both him and his friend Belwas from the moment that I had fully gotten out of that coma after I used a fucking Shout!
'Yeah, back to that because how the hell was that even possible?', The realization that I had actually used a full-on shout didn't hit until after we got into the manor.
Even then, it didn't fully settle until after I had a good night's sleep and spent the past two days keeping an eye out on our new guests when it finally hit me.
That led to me trying and failing to replicate as I could only use the Vezof (Fire) part of the Shout and even then, the flames that came out were only a bit stronger than the actual flames from my own body.
It was a bit of a disappointment that I could not replicate it, but the last thing that was bothering me was the voice that spoke up right before I passed out.
How the hell am I supposed to sleep peacefully when a deep voice likes to say Syz. Dinagon zadrizes, nuha tresy (Good. Awake the Dragon, my son) in my ears whenever they feel like it?
It hasn't been speaking to me at all since that one time, but considering that my mind was stuck on that part and the fact that it called me son…
'Akatosh is the Father of Dragons in the Elder Scrolls and as fire made flesh, I could be considered a child of the Lord of Light R'hllor, but which one spoke and which one didn't?'
"May I ask something, Belwas, was it?", Mother spoke up, my attention focusing on the man she spoke to as he looked up and sheathed his blade.
"I am to protect you. How can I protect you if you do not trust me? Ask and Belwas shall answer."
"How exactly did this Illyrio come to know of me?"
"Like I said before, I do not know. I was simply paid to come get you and then take you to meet him."
"And where exactly is this place where I should meet him?"
"Ah, that I can answer. It's Pentos."
'Pentos…that's that city that's closest to King's Landing if I'm remembering correctly, right?', I thought, glancing back at Mother who stared at the man with narrowed eyes before nodding.
"Very well. I suppose it is time we stopped making the people of Qarth worry about our presence. However, I do believe that Pentos is on the shore closest to Westeros, yes? How are we to travel that distance?"
"Ohoho~ I'm glad you asked."
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
'Holy shit, this is awesome~', I thought with an excited smile as I sat atop the angel figurehead of the largest ship out of Mother's three new ships, the woman standing behind me with a smile while Rhaenys and Visenya glared at me.
"If you want it, you'll have to fight me for it," I growled out, puffing my chest and turning around as Rhaenys let out a whine while Visenya rumbled under her breath.
Yeah, that's what I thought.
"Drogon, let your sisters have a chance at the front."
"…No."
"Drogon," She could not understand me, but my tone was all too familiar to her as she narrowed her eyes at me before I spun around.
After all, if I can't see her, I can't hear her.
"Huh, is it just me or is he a lot bigger than the others, Khaleesi?", I heard Jorah ask and to be honest, I'm pretty sure I've grown a lot faster than my two sisters in the week since we left Qarth behind.
I want to think that it was just my good genes that have made me bigger, but I'm starting to think that the blood magic that was used to birth my sisters and I into the world might have had some unforeseen circumstances.
On top of that, the fact that the vision I saw of me was as big as a castle, I'm starting to believe that I might just be as big as Balerion by the time we get to Westeros.
'Wouldn't that be fun? I'm hoping that I can get big enough to just destroy her enemies in the next five years. Then, we can head to Westeros and I can burn those Others down. Wait, no. That's a stupid plan,' Last I checked, wasn't it the Night King that physically chucked a spear at blistering speeds through the neck of Viserion?
Yeah, let's first focus on making sure I can withstand that before we go fight against the Night King and his millions of wights.
"He may be growing a bit faster, but most stories say that dragons grow alongside their riders. Perhaps, my dragons fear that they need to grow stronger in order to ensure that they can help me take the Seven Kingdoms," Mother answered and I was finally ready to hop off, ignoring Visenya and Rhaenys fighting like cats over who can be on the seat.
"…You did that on purpose, didn't you?", Mother spoke with a sigh as she looked at me, to which I just rubbed my head against her side while staring directly at a confused Jorah.
Yeah, I was still pissed at the bastard for kissing Mom.
It had happened on the second morning after we left and after Mother had…let her handmaidens join her in bed for the night since it's been so long since Jorah.
I was curious on whether or not I still felt attracted to humans and I am glad to say that I do not. Even with their supple bodies naked to my eyes and the scent of lust that I smelled from them, I felt nothing but curiosity and amusement as I watched Mom dominate the two women like the dragon she was.
I-Wait, no! Still mad at Jorah.
Like I was saying, it was the second morning after we had left Qarth, Mother standing at the front of the ship before Jorah came and spoke to her. I had faked my sleep as he spoke, hearing his plans of wanting her to go to Astapor instead of Pentos to get her the Unsullied army.
Afterwards, I had opened my eyes just in time to see them kiss and while Mother did look shocked at he start, I was surprised when she leaned into it for a brief moment before stopping herself.
She then told him to never speak of it before they went to their rooms, but to be honest, I'm not even sure why I was mad about it. I think it's just the fact that someone tried to kiss Mother that's making me feel pissed off for the same reason that the kid of a single mom would feel pissed at someone for flirting and kissing their mother.
Now, I was keeping a closer eye on him, making sure that he didn't try anything else.
'Huh, look at me looking out for her. I am a good son, aren't I?', I thought, turning away from Jorah after giving him a long unblinking stare that made the man flinch.
Satisfied with myself, a puff of smoke escaped my nostrils as Mother ran her fingers down my snout, her touch sending a warmth through my body before I looked past them to see Rakharo approaching.
"Khaleesi, the ship's master says the wind favour us. We should reach Astapor by daybreak tomorrow."
"Good, Ser Jorah, tell everyone to gather in the captain's quarters after supper. I wish to discuss what we shall do from there."
"As you wish, khaleesi," Jorah spoke with a bow, both him and Rakharo leaving with a low rumble.
"Drogon," Mother's voice drew my attention to her, the woman smiling as she saw me looking at her before she spoke.
"Sometimes, I wonder whether or not you know more than you let on."
"Wouldn't you like to know?", I growled as I tapped her side, a soft giggle escaping her lips before I watched as she turned and began making her way back to her quarters.
"It's my turn!"
"I'm the second-oldest!"
"Hey, give me my seat back!", I growled as I crawled forward, blinking as both Visenya and Rhaenys slapped me in the face with their tails.
Oh, now it's on.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
The stars shone as I climbed to the highest mast, the wind whipping around me. The sky was clear and the moon was full, bathing the surrounding area in a silver light that shimmered.
As I reached the top of it, I flared my wings out to the side, taking a deep breath while bathing in the radiant life.
That's when I tensed, feeling my inner flame responding like dry kindling being set ablaze as a voice rumbled in my head.
Syz. Dinagon zadrizes, nuha tresy (Good. Awake the Dragon, my son.)
"Who are you?", I growled into the wind, feeling a bit nervous as I wondered whether or not the voice would respond.
Dovah. Joruun. Zok los hi…maar do Rok, di aak. (Dragon. Son. You are…vision of Fire, my echo.)
The world around me shifted as I caught glimpses of…something?
A sky bathed in flames, the colour of them black, gold and emerald. Three pairs of wings, each matching their respective colour, splitting the heavens.
A wall of ice shattered by flames, millions of otherworldly spirits flying through with shrieks and hisses that were unnatural.
The shadow of an unearthly being with sapphire eyes, a cold voice and a crown of thorns. In front of them stood a monstrous beast, snarling with flames dancing around it as a crown of flames sat on its head.
A visage of a black dragon, sailing over a wall of ice that spanned miles before breathing out a sea of black flames.
'Was that…me?', I thought, blinking right as the vision faded and the voice spoke.
Qahnaarin. Vanus zeymah. (Vanquisher. My lost brother.)
"Brother? Wait, the Night King is your Brother?!", A surprised growl erupted from my lips as the dots connected, hearing a soft grumbling before they continued.
Kruziik zeymah, maar los ni do yol. Hi los yol do jul, aak do morah. Rok los hin fahdon…naal vuth. (Ancient brother, yet not of fire. You are fire of man, echo of wisdom. He is your kin of darkness.)
The more the voice spoke, the deeper it got, soon sounding like thunder that was echoing everywhere. Yet, I could also detect hints of sorrow and regret, standing frozen atop the mask while trying to figure out what was happening.
"The Night King…he has many forms of magic. Is he still the guy that was made by the Children of the Forest or not?", I asked, wanting to hear the answer and figure out just where exactly I am.
Fahdon voth vuth, ni voth yol. Meyz wuth do kriid, do mid, do gein. Rok los ni dovah…rok los dovahr (Friend of darkness, not of fire. Born twisted of war, of snow, of snow. He is no dragon…he is devourer.)
"Like Alduin? You're comparing a dragon that can devour reality itself to a lich king with some ice magic and good spear-throwing skills?", I asked, having forgotten of my slight hesitation to fight the Night King at the audacity of the voice.
"You are," the voice answered in perfect Valyrian, my eyes widening as the world in front of me shifted to reveal the dark crimson red eye of a gigantic golden dragon staring directly at me.
"Alduin was but one echo. Every world sings its song. Some scream and some fall silent. Tiid krent. Su'um kos (Time breaks. The Voice remains)," the dragon spoke and the world listened as I felt its words settle into my very bones.
"Then, what am I? Am I not the soul of a man reborn of a Dragon? Or a man who dreamed he was a dragon?…Am I Alduin?", I wanted to make sure as it was no longer funny, watching as the golden eye narrowed at me.
"You are su'um do yol. The Voice of Flame. You are fire that remembers, fire that rebels and is born again to devour the devourer," It was as the dragon said those words that I felt them resonated, the world around me fading as I felt the fire burning.
"You are son of R'hllor. You are son of Akatosh. You are fire reborn," With every word, my body felt hotter and hotter until it was burning, whispers echoing in my ears that got louder and louder with every passing second.
"You are the Dovah of this world. You are Dovahkiin! Now, let them hear your Thu'um!", The dragon eye vanished in a blaze of light and with it, the stars above was swallowed whole.
I found myself in darkness, staring at nothing with my mind blank.
It started as a whisper in my soul. It sounded like a beat or a rhythm, not one made by wings or heart or drum, but one that resonated through my soul.
I am Dovah, the Song of the Thu'um.
It rose like a fire that was being fed eagerly, burning away fear, doubt and thought.
I am Dovah. I am Dragon, born of Flame and Voice.
I understand it now. I was not just Drogon, the eldest of Daenerys' children. Nor was I just a man in the body of a dragon.
I…I was Su'um do Yol, the Voice of Flame and there was only one thing I knew about fire, one thing that resonated with my soul above all else as the beat went silent.
Flame does not ask for permission.
"YOL…TOOR SHUL!"
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
In the far north, beyond anything that was north of the Wall and even farther into the Lands of Always, Winter, a figure looked up from his throne.
A mane of snow-white hair hung from his head and his skin was a pale blue, a pair of radiant sapphire-blue eyes staring in the distance as the blizzard around it began to intensify.
In front of him, millions of undead froze mid-step, their heads all turning to the east along with that of his hundreds of Lichs.
For the first time in centuries, the Night King listened…and the Night King smiled.
The clouds overhead spun in jagged spirals of snow and black lightning, the otherworldly being holding up his hand to stop his lichs as they knelt.
"LAAS…YOL VULUN!", he rasped and the ground cracked underneath him, a spiderweb of frost racing out in every direction for miles.
In unison, his army knelt, all of then shuddering as he raised his hand and spoke.
"Zu'u ni meyz fah Rii. Zu'u meyz fah sil! (I was not made for mercy. I was made for silence," he spoke, his entire army collapsing in unison before they rose once again, even tighter bound to his will than before.
Staring at the visage of a black dragon floating above, the Night King snapped his fingers and his army began to march once more.
"Hi los su'um do yol. Aak do yol. Zu'u los su'um do vuth. Aak do dinok. Meyz tiid. Meyz Krif. Meyz aan morah do fin tiid-fahdon. (You are the Voice of Flame. Echo of Fire. I am the Voice of Darkness. Echo of Death. Let time come. Let battle come. Let the reckoning of the Time-Brothers begin.)"
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
My body jerked as I woke, a chill creeping up my spine as I heard him speak.
"So, you can speak too? Well, isn't that lovely?", And here I thought I was special.
Shaking my head as I began to make down, I ignored the awed yet terrified looks from the crew while plopping down next to Mother, who just looked exasperated at my antics.
"Are we to expect another one just like that?"
"For tonight? No," I just grumbled as I laid my head down, Visenya and Rhaenys immediately lying down on top of me as I made myself comfortable.
After all, tomorrow would be a big day for me.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
"I swear, I will rip that 'master's' throat out and shove it up his arse!", I just stayed silent and let Mother vent, both Rhaenys and Visenya looking just as intrigued at her words while Jorah sat with a frown.
I knew that we could not go along with her since we are dragons and all, but to hear her anger at the guy made me realize just how much of a dick he really is.
However, I was surprised just at how angry she was as the woman fired off High Valyrian almost faster than I could keep up.
"He dared to speak to me like I'm some common whore and then smiled as if I was too stupid to understand the Common Tongue!", While she sounded angry, her tone was low, cold, calculating and above all else, enraged.
I did not blame her as Kraznys was everything that was wrong with this world wrapped in silk and gold. The man was what one would call a monster in human form and no one would miss him if he was gone.
"Now that I think about it, should I eat him?"
"No, Drogon, you are not going to eat him and neither are you two," Mother muttered with a pointed stare aimed at us three, to which I rolled my eyes as the two girls huffed.
"Not yet, anyways. We still need to talk to him. As for the Unsullied, they are slaves to their masters. Soldiers said to have no divided loyalty, no bannermen waiting to turn cloak and no oaths sworn under threat. Quite honestly, they deserve better than this city."
'And that's why we're going to burn it down,' I thought, watching the fire dance in her eye as I smirked.
Astapor, looks like you're burning tomorrow.
A/N: Next chapter( when it's posted): Thu'um.
As always, read, enjoy, review and until the next one…
Ba-Bye~!