Immortal Dragon ON HOLD

Prologue

Prince Mikael Targaryen stood before the Red Priestess, the firelight from the brazier casting dancing shadows across the stone walls of the chamber.

The woman's crimson robes shimmered as she stared into the flames, her dark eyes reflecting the fire as though she could see something hidden deep within it.

Mikael crossed his arms over his chest, studying her carefully.

"What is this prophecy you claim to have seen?" he asked. "You sent word that it concerned me."

The priestess slowly turned her head toward him. For a moment, she said nothing, as if measuring the prince before her.

Then her gaze drifted back to the fire.

Her eyes glazed over. "I looked into the flames," she said softly, "and the Lord of Light showed me the path that will bring you to him... a path that will shape the fate of kingdoms."

Mikael frowned slightly. "Speak plainly."

The priestess lifted her chin as the words of the prophecy flowed from her lips. "The Father of the Immortal Conquerors will have many heirs. Fighters with strength unlike any other... conquerors of worlds. All born of a woman not of this world, a woman with powers of her own."

The fire crackled loudly as she continued. "One of the heirs of the Father of the Immortal Conquerors will become the Immortal Dragon, and that heir will one day sit upon the Iron Throne as the rightful ruler of the Seven Kingdoms."

Mikael remained silent, listening. "The Father of the Immortal Conquerors will travel farther than any dragon rider before him," the priestess continued. "He will journey to another world, where the heir destined to claim the throne will be born."

The room fell silent. Mikael stared at her for several long moments.

"My brother sits the Iron Throne," he said finally. "His sons will inherit it after him. How can my heir be the rightful ruler of Westeros?"

The priestess laughed softly. "I cannot reveal everything my Lord has shown me," she said. "But the prophecy will come to pass." Her voice grew quieter. "When the Seven Kingdoms need the heir most."

Then, as suddenly as she had come, the Red Priestess turned and disappeared into the darkness, leaving the prince alone with the prophecy that would haunt him for years to come.

In the weeks that followed, Mikael Targaryen became obsessed with the prophecy.

He searched ancient scrolls, questioned scholars, and spoke with priests and mystics, desperate to understand how such a fate could come to pass.

But he found no answers.

Then war came.

When Robert's Rebellion erupted three years later, Mikael set the prophecy aside and did what he had been trained to do his entire life.

He fought.

History would later claim that Prince Mikael Targaryen died during the bloody fall of the Targaryen dynasty, slain alongside his nephew, Prince Rhaegar.

Yet there was one strange detail that few ever noticed.

Mikael's body was never found among the dead.

As Mikael lay dying on the battlefield, the sounds of war fading around him, darkness began to creep into the edges of his vision.

Then he saw her.

The Red Priestess.

She stood before him once again, her eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. "The prophecy has not yet been fulfilled," she said. Her god had granted her power. Power enough to save the prince. The world around Mikael dissolved into darkness. "It is time," the priestess whispered. "When you awaken, you will find yourself in a new land. There you will meet the woman who will bear your heirs."