VALYRIA

I

114 AC
Kings Landing

The wind blew across the rogue prince's features as he rode his dragon, Caraxes across the calm night of Kings landing.

He was visiting home after the end of his three year war in the Stepstones, now baring the title King of the Narrow sea.

Those years teached him alot, even though he would never admit.

Now he seemed more — mature, in a way.

During that time in the Stepstones, he felt a new pull, even a connection east, to the land of Essos. Particularly, to an old city that had died a long time ago.

Valyria.

Everyone knew the place, no one ever dared to go there.

You see, after it's fall, the ruins of Old Valyria changed. Magic run deep in it's grounds, allowing dragons to rule over the city for thousands of years, but after the eruption of the volcanoes, the magic changed. It started to make the land vile, creating otherworldly creatures, chaos and darkness.

Those who have been stupid enough to go, have never returned.

Daemon knew all of this; the danger, the death.

But somehow, he found himself flying over Dragonstone, through the Stepstones, and across Essos, to the old city once called Valyria.

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