The Black and Red Dragon

Chapter 51: How to tame a dragon part 1

I had more work than usual today which kept me away from Daenerys. Therefore, I am sitting at my desk going through some reports. It was mostly your usual news: thieves, fights on the streets, and sometimes murder. When I receive those I almost immediately send some Unsullied to look into it. It usually takes care of the problem. When it does not, I sent Ser Barristan. He usually makes quick work of it. The surrounding areas of Meereen, which also fall under our control, are taken care of by other people. I barely receive news about the small-time disturbances, only when it is about bandits or something else of large importance. Those reports a very rare though.

As I read through a report about the patrols in the western parts of Meereen, I heard a knocking sound on the door. I sigh. I was almost done and was getting ready to go to Daenerys. "Come in," I called out. "My lady," an Unsullied says and holds out a scroll. I'm already hating that report. I take the scroll and thanked the soldier. I put the report I was reading aside. It did not really contain anything important and I really want to finish.

I open the scroll and start reading. As I am reading it, I begin to cry a little. The news is not good. I quickly grab my sword and attach it to my belt. I open the door and almost start running instead of walking towards Daenerys. Daenerys will be devastated at the news.

When I reach the throne room I quietly make my way inside. It seems Daenerys is speaking to an older person. I stay to the side and wait till she is done speaking to him. For now, I am standing some ways away from her which granted me a view on the next supplicant. I frown. The man looks exactly like how the report described the father.

It seems the old man finished speaking to Daenerys. She looks a bit agitated. The older man however is quite satisfied. I walk to Daenerys. "Visenya, what is wrong? You look troubled," Daenerys says. "Daenerys... it is about your dragons," I reluctantly say. She frowns. "What about them?" She asks. I sigh and turn to the Unsullied soldier that stands near the entrance. "Let the next one in. The rest of the people that come after will have to come back another time," I say to the Unsullied soldier. He does as I say. "Visenya? What is the news? I am getting worried," Daenerys asks again.

"Drogon, your dragon... killed a child, Daenerys. The father is next in line," I say. She is shocked beyond description. She sways slightly from the shock. "No..." she whispers in disbelieve. I can already see the tears coming from her face. "Steal yourself, Daenerys. The father will soon be here," I say in a calm voice. Ser Barristan that stands next to her is also shocked and is slightly worried. The same goes for Missandei.

I stand directly next to Daenerys when the father walks in. He looks frail and broken. "Friend, I have heard what transpired. You have my greatest sympathies. Could... could you tell me what happened?" Daenerys says in Valyrian.

The man speaks in Low Valyrian the most common language in Meereen and the surrounding area. Missandei translates as the man speaks. "He came from the sky. The black one. The winged shadow. He came from the sky and..." the man begins to sob. He lays the bundle down on the floor. I place a hand on Daenerys' shoulder and squeeze for support.

The man unfolds the bundle and it reveals the charred remains of a child. I feel the tears starting to flow, but with great effort, I hold them in. The man kneels and touches the remains of his child while he sobs. "My girl... my little girl," the father sobs. "I... I am truly sorry for your loss. Anything you require you will have it. Something will be done... about my dragons," Daenerys says to the man with Missandei translating. The man nods and picks up his daughter. He exits not soon after.

Daenerys calls me, Grey Worm, and Missandei to our room for a meeting. "What was her name?" Daenerys asks. "Zala, Your Grace," Missandei says. "How... how old was she?" Daenerys asks. "Three," Missandei says. "Three..." Daenerys repeats in a small whisper full of sadness.

"And still no word of Drogon?" She asks me. "The last report said that he was spotted at the black cliffs three days ago. Some sailors saw him flying. I haven't heard anything else," I say. She turns to Grey Worm. "Meet me in the catacombs." He nods and leaves. Missandei follows him soon after.

Daenerys turns back to me. She completely breaks down. Tears flow freely and she begins to lightly sob. "I don't know how much more my heart can take, love..." she sobs. I wrap my arms around her and plant a warm and affectionate kiss on her forehead. "I must lock my only children away..."

I stroke the back of Daenerys with reassuring circles. "I am sorry, dear, but they have gotten out of control. We need to do something," I say with a warm and comforting voice. At least I try to. "Will you come with me? I don't think I can do this alone," she whispers. "I will always be by your side, Daenerys." She weakly nods and we make our way to the catacombs.

We lure both Viserion and Rhaegal into the catacombs with some goats. Daenerys puts a chain around the neck of Viserion while I do it around Rhaegal. Before putting it on, I stoke the scales of Rhaegal and mutter how sorry I am to the dragon. I really feel a connection to him and it saddens me to do this. When both of them are chained we slowly leave the dragons behind. The dragons slowly start to notice what is happening.

They turn around to face us and start screeching and whimpering loudly. Daenerys looks ready to cry again at the sound. I do my best to give her comfort, but how can you? Her children are being locked away and that pains a mother greatly. I will fix this. This hurt me too. Every time I hear Rhaegal it pains me. He is my favorite among the three and I want him free. I don't know how I will do it, but I will fix it.

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It has been a week and I have taken several days off to find a solution. I am not making any progress. The library in the pyramid barely contains any information about the dragons. Every time before I go to sleep I plead to Rhaella to show me any dreams about the Dragonriders. Rhaella does not show me anything. The lack of progress is frustrating.

There is only one thing I haven't tried, but I need Daenerys for that. And she won't do it. She can maybe will a vision about the dragons to the surface. The reason I have not done that is because of how taxing it is on my body. The last times she had done that was with recent visions and not that far in the past. Now, she would try to force me to have a vision that is new and far from the past. I have to go back hundreds of years. The furthest I have been was during Daemon's rebellion. And that vision was very short and even that caused me to lose my mind. That is why she refuses to do it because the pressure could become too much. Which will cause me to either sleep for days or I will die.

I sigh and look over the city. I was standing on the balcony of our room and I decided to do it. We need the dragons and I want Rhaegal to be free. I'll have to force a vision on myself somehow. I did read about some meditation rituals that people use. It could help me with concentrating and make things easier. I am willing to try at least.

I pick up my sword and went to the market. I bought several herbs that can be burned and some candles that release a calming scent. Not sure what they will do, but why not. If it helps then that is all I need to know. After I bought everything I went back to our room and set everything up.

The candles and herbs were burning and giving off a calming and pleasant scent. I sit down on a cushion and inhaled deeply and start to concentrate. I stayed in the position for minutes and was about to give up. That is when the most powerful vision I ever had hit me. It shook me to my core and I felt the pressure already building up inside me.

I felt the vision being sporadic and wild. As if the tethers that connect me to the vision were unstable. It caused the scenes to be blurry and silent. I try to force a better connection to the vision, but that results only in more pressure and even pain. I feel myself slipping and pain starting to engulf me. Daenerys needs to help me or I might really die.