Aegon The Free

The Escape

        In the days that had passed, Aegon had reopened The Fighting Pits as requested by the former slaves, in spite of Daenerys' disapproval, assassins of whom referred to themselves as The Sons of The Harpy had begun to murder Aegon's people in cold blood, Barristen Selmy included and the dragons had grown significantly. As a result of their growth, the dragons had also begun to feed upon the livestock of Aegon's people, forcing Aegon and Daenerys to have to compensate them with gold, daily. Daenerys began to grow concerned even though Aegon saw no problem with their children's destructive, new behavior. Drogon had even almost attacked Daenerys whilst she was attempting to break up a fight over meat amongst the dragon brothers. Aegon merely brushed off the attack as their dragons just being wild animals. The final straw for Daenerys was when a man had entered The Great Pyramid in tears.

        "He came from the sky...It was The Winged Emerald..." Missendai translated for the sobbing man, describing Rhaegal. Brokenly, the man then proceeded to present Aegon and Daenerys with the bones of a small child.

        "Aunty! What do you think you're doing?!" Aegon furiously demanded as Daenerys used the carcass of a goat to lure Viserion and Drogon around to the back of The Great Pyramid.

        "They have gone too far this time, nephew! One of our dragons has killed a child!" Daenerys argued as she tossed the carcass inside of The Pyramid. Viserion and Drogon immediately chased after the carcass before greedily beginning to fight over it.

        "We are The Breakers of Chains and here you are putting our children in chains!" Aegon pointed out as Daenerys placed Valyrian-Steel chains around the necks of Drogon and Viserion whilst they were distracted by their meal.

        "They are not our children! They are wild animals! You said it, yourself!" Daenerys finally snapped under the daily pressures of life.

        "How can you say that?!" Aegon demanded, in a state of shock as Daenerys began to exit The Pyramid. Aegon felt his heart break when Drogon and Viserion began to cry out to them, begging to be released.

        "Because it's the truth..." Daenerys retorted before closing the door behind her without a single care for her crying children. Once she had stormed off Aegon struggled to reopen the door only to fail miserably since Daenerys had taken the key with her. By nightfall, Aegon was in tears after trying and failing to break down the stone door. With a soft sob, Aegon looked up once the flapping of wings had gained his attention.

        "Rhaegal..." Aegon grinned upon seeing his green dragon perched upon top of The Great Pyramid. Daenerys had yet to have chained him up but if Aegon did not get him out of here, fast, she would not hesitate to do so. Aegon climbed up to where Rhaegal was perched and with great difficulty had hoisted himself up onto the emerald dragon's back with a small grunt.

        "Soves! Rhaegal! Soves!" Aegon commanded Rhaegal to fly in High Valyrian and with a mighty roar, Rhaegal did as he was instructed, using his massive wings to propel himself into the night sky, the ground quaking beneath him as he did so. Daenerys rushed outside once the noise had awoken her only to find her nephew on the back of the dragon that was now circling The Great Pyramid.

        "Aegon! Aegon!" Daenerys shouted after her nephew of whom merely proceeded to ignore her in favor of escaping on the back of his favorite child. Daenerys tearfully watched as her nephew, the only family she had left, had disappeared into the night sky upon dragon-back as she could not help but mentally question if she had made a mistake. The next morning, Aegon would awaken beneath Rhaegal's wing. The night before, they had flown far away from Mereen until they had ended up in a large, grass field, far from any signs of civilization.

        They were finally free. Aegon's red and gold, silk garments were filthy. His garments had since been ripped into near rags. However, he could not bring himself to care since he had always, secretly hated those clothes, finding them to be scratchy. When Rhaegal had taken flight in search of food to hunt for, Aegon soon found himself surrounded by a Dothraki Tribe that had long since been an enemy to his own. Having another sinister plan cooked up, Aegon allowed himself to be captured without a fight, allowing the enemy tribe to escort him back to their campgrounds.

        On the way to the camp, Aegon had been whipped by one of the Khals, a slight that Khal would later pay dearly for.

        "State your name!" One of The Khals demanded in the Dothraki language upon arrival at their camp.

        "I am Khal Aegon Targaryen, Khal of The Great Grass Sea..." Aegon responded in perfect Dothraki before being escorted into The Khals' main tent.

        "You are no Khal! You have no voice here unless we say that you do!" One of The Khals retorted.

        "And what exactly is it that you great Khals discuss? Which city you're going to raid next? How many girls you'll get to defile? How many horses you are going to demand?" Aegon began with a great, Targaryen bravery to mock The Khals, only serving to anger them further.

        "You are small men...None of you are fit to lead The Dothraki but I am...So I will..." Aegon then smirked since The Khals had played right into his devious plan all along.

        "You crazy, white Devil! Do you really think we would ever serve you?!" The Head Khal sneered as the other Khals all began to laugh at Aegon.

        "You are not going to serve...You are going to die..." Aegon corrected before grabbing ahold of the edge of one of the large torches that had been illuminating the tent. The Khals watched with minor confusion when Aegon did not retract his hand in pain even as the flames licked his fingers. Confusion soon turned to horror when Aegon had toppled over the torch, lighting the entire tent ablaze. The last thing The Great Khals would see before they died, was Aegon's sinister grin as the flames resisted him.

        The Dothraki people watched in horror as their leaders were burned alive within their own tent. Many of them sobbed, helplessly as the screams of the only leaders they had ever known echoed throughout the tribe. The people would weep until they saw Aegon Targaryen emerge from the flames, completely naked but unharmed. The Dothraki people would all kneel before Aegon at the miracle he had just accomplished as Rhaegal's roar could be heard approaching in the distance.