The Lannister Wolf Series

Chapter Thirteen

'Be calm. Determined. Emotional'. The dragon patiently told Evelyn.

The girl sat cross-legged at the entrance of the Temple of Fire. Lady and Zinzi sound asleep behind her while Calum taught himself to crawl with Ace watching him like a hawk behind them.

"I'm trying," Evelyn replied, groaning when no fire came from the empty bowl that sat before her on the floor. "But nothing is coming out."

Brisingr sighed. 'You do not want it to come out because it is a part of you. You cannot let it out... btu rather let it show... speak... feel. The elements are built upon something vital in our being. Water is controlled by our souls... our good and our bad. Our natural common sense that comes on its own without trying. Earth is controlled by our physical bodies... our motions, actions, caresses or punches. The pain of a wound or the joy of a comforting hug. The wind comes from our minds... our thoughts and the things thought shape the strength. Like a memory of a little bird brings forth a gentle breeze while a painful memory brings a gale. For fire, it is your heart. When you feel pain, the fire rages and when you are happy, it is soothing.'

Evelyn frowned, "But I am not angry or happy right now. I'm bored if anything."

Brisingr shrugged his wings. 'I doubt you would be if I caught something on fire. You know, wolf hair is very good at burning... like kindling.'

Evelyn's eyes widened and Brisingr could hear her heart beat increase.

'And you know.' The dragon said. 'Because of the heat, your clothes have gotten so dry that they could catch fire from just a spark.... Like the child's shirt.'

"No!" velyn yelled, throwing her hands down and flame erupted from the ground all around her like an explosion. Both girl and dragon stood in awe as the flame slowly lessened till only a small lick of flame glowed in the bowl on the floor.

Evelyn's eyes were glued on the remaining flame and like a person in a trance, she slowly extended one hand to the flame. When the fire made contact with her bare skin, she felt nothing but peace wash over her. Brisingr watched the girl until he became aware of the tattoo upon the girl's wrist and he smiled.

'You bare the mark of the Royal Dragons'. He cooed.

Evelyn looked at the mark, then at him confused, "What do you mean?"

The dragon sat back on his haunches. 'The mark upon your arm. Only a member of the royal Dragon family bears that mark. There is one person... a certain Daenerys Targaryen who believes herself to be the Mother of Dragons. But that is not so. Dragons do not kill and destroy but protect those they love and that is not what Daenerys is doing. She may be impervious to the flame of man and was present when the Royal Dragons hatched but only a dragon can withstand the flame of a dragon and actually give life to a dragon. You, Lady Evelyn, daughter of Stark and wife of Lannister, are the true mother. The Mother of Dragons and Queen of the Royals.'

"But," Evelyn retorted. "I didn't birth any dragon... only Calum..."

Brisingr nodded. 'The night you gave birth to Lord Calum Lannister was the day the Royal Dragons: Drogon, Rhaegal and Viserion hatched from their eggs. The day your body recognized the fire within you and gave flame to the dragons. Evelyn, you are a dragon and the true mother.'

"But what does that have to do with the mark Drogon gave me?" the girl inquired.

'That is the sigil of the house of Dragons. It allows you to connect with your children, feel what they feel, sense what they sense. Royals can sense tragedy and joys all over the world.'