The Rise of Dragons | Aemond Targaryen

Chapter 1

A/N: For those who don't know, this story is being edited and will post chapter by chapter.

I woke up with the biggest migraine I have ever had. Opening my eyes was a struggle and all I wanted was to turn over in my bed and go back to sleep. Well it would have been possible if I was on a bed. My eyes opened frantically and I ignored the pain when I sat up. It looked as if I was in an open field and the sky was gloomy.  Now was the time to freak out. I didn't recognize where I was. At all. I lived in a city with houses surrounding me, here there's nothing but land. Did I accidentally get drunk and fly to a different country? I mentally scoffed at myself. Like I would ever do such an idiotic thing.

I got to my feet and looked down at what I was wearing. I was dressed in weird pants with a top that hugged my waist. I couldn't help but feel self consciousness when the outfit hugged my curves. I never wore clothing that hugged my stomach. Another thing I noticed was my eyesight. I no longer needed glasses. My hair was longer and it was black. Okay this is definitely a dream of some sort. Not only do I think I look different, but I'm pretty sure I'm not in the USA anymore. But why would my hair be different? Why would I dream that? 

A piercing roar shook the ground and I covered my ears. I looked up and stumbled several feet backwards. It was a dragon. It was insanely large and its scales were completely black. I couldn't stop the tears from falling down my face. I was drowning in fear and was deafened by the beating of my heart. "Balerion," I whispered. I don't even know how I knew that. But something in the back of my mind whispered that. 

Am I in Game of Thrones? Did the Valyrian Gods put me here? It sounded unbelievable but I grew up believing in the supernatural. Besides, it's hard to convince myself I'm crazy when there is a dragon the size of a house in front of me. "What time period am I in?"

'The Dance of the Dragons', the wind whispered. Now I really wanted to sob, My eyes closed automatically when images began flashing through them. I saw everything that happened as if I was there.  Wasn't I watching House of the Dragon before I slept? Was I put here to change things?

I let out a shaky breath and stood straight. Oh my god-gods. There is a real dragon in front of me right now. I'm literally in House of the dragon. Should I feel excited? Scared? I know that I definitely feel both. With confidence that shouldn't be there, I stepped forward towards the towering dragon. The closer I got, the more the fear went away. It was like I had a connection to this dragon and I had to wonder if that is what the Targaryen's felt. Were they able to feel their dragon this clearly? Feel their emotions?

The dragon lowered its head and nudged me enough that I stepped a few paces back. I let out a soft laugh and knew that I was safe. Balerion lowered even further and I climbed on his back. Oh dear gods, this is worse than climbing the stairs at Red Rocks. Did my asthma come with me to this time? It doesn't seem like it but I'm still huffing by the time I reach the top. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves and said, "sōvēs! To Dragonstone, Balerion."

I was afraid he wouldn't understand me, but when he flew into the air I knew he understood. I had no idea where I was going and could trust Balerion to get me there.

The feeling of flying was euphoric. It was at this moment I understood why people said the Targaryen's were closer to Gods than men. The power I feel is coursing through my veins and it made me feel happiness that I had become unaccustomed to. I wanted to soak up this feeling before I was thrust into war. I had always felt bad for the Blacks and I know that things will end differently. I was sent here for a reason and I will not let it go to waste.

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It felt like hours had passed. The land here is so beautiful and It's so tempting to turn around and explore. Would I even be able to go back to my world? Probably not. I had to shove down the sadness when seeing Dragonstone up ahead. There aren't enough words to describe it, but the simplest was 'dark'. It seemed like a very morose place and I hope I arrived before Rhaenys did. The Queen Who Never Was did a disservice in not killing the Hightower's when she was able to.