A GAME OF FIRE AND GOLD

Chapter 2

-thoughts-

Daemon's eyes widen as Illyrio places the egg in his hands. The egg's surface is smooth and cool to the touch, and its color is deep and rich, a shade of black unlike any he's ever seen before. Veins of obsidian runing through it like molten dragon glass, and he can feel its power pulsing beneath his fingertips.

"Wh-where did you get this egg from?" he stammers.

Illyrio meets his gaze, his expression unreadable. "Many men have died to bring it here from Valyria itself," he says, his voice grave. "This egg is your birthright. Use it well, just as you've used that sword you carry around."

-oh of course the gold embroidered pig is now being cryptic- but Daemon's heart still races as he examines the egg more closely. It's heavier than he expected, and he can feel its weight in his hands. He's read many books on hatching dragon eggs, but he never thought he would have the opportunity to try it himself.

Illyrio leaves him alone with his thoughts, and Daemon can feel the weight of responsibility settling heavily on his shoulders. He knows the key to hatching the egg lies in his family's words: "Fire and Blood." But he's hesitant to attempt it in Pentos, a city full of thieves and crooks, and not a suitable place for a baby dragon.

He quickly closes the chest, leaving the egg there for the time being, and runs back to his room. His mind is racing with possibilities, and he's unsure of what his next move might be. But one thing is certain: this egg is a precious thing, and he will do everything in his power to protect it.

Daemon's heart raced with excitement, he hurriedly made his way to his chamber, his mind consumed with thoughts of the mysterious dragon egg. After reaching his room, he immediately set to work, meticulously gathering everything he would need for his upcoming adventure. He carefully selected his books on dragons, ensuring that he had the most comprehensive and informative ones available. Next, he grabbed a large satchel to carry his supplies, a pouch filled with gold dragons to finance his journey, and an extra set of clothes in case of unexpected circumstances. Lastly, he grabbed a whetstone to sharpen his sword, knowing full well that he might need it in the perilous journey ahead. With everything in place, he took a deep breath and stepped out of the room that had been his safe place for over a year.

In a flurry of movement, Daemon hastily made his way back to the catacombs where he had stashed the Dragon egg. The damp and musty air weighed heavily on his chest as he descended the winding staircase leading to the crypt. He could feel the sweat on his forehead and the thumping of his heart in his ears. Finally, he arrived at the chest that contained the precious object. He fumbled with the lock, his fingers trembling with anticipation. As the creaking of the lid filled the crypt, he caught a glimpse of the egg inside, shimmering in the dim light. The sight of it filled him with a sense of relief and wonder. He reached out to retrieve the giant egg, and as he held it in his grasp, he could feel a strange and powerful pulse of magic emanating from it. It was as if the egg was alive, pulsing with an energy that he couldn't comprehend. He couldn't help but wonder what secrets and mysteries were contained within the egg.

As he holds the Dragon egg, Daemon feels a strange and powerful connection to it. It is almost as if the egg is calling out to him, drawing him towards it. However, he pushes these thoughts aside for the moment, knowing that he needs to focus on getting out of Pentos as quickly and safely as possible. He carefully places the egg in his satchel, ensuring that it is secure and protected from any potential harm. Once it is safely stored away, he breaks into a quick jog toward the stables, eager to make his escape before anyone realizes what he has done.

On the day of his last name day, Daemon's sister gifted him a magnificent stallion with a jet-black coat and demon-red eyes. She had warned him that the horse was supposedly untameable, but the stallion seemed to take to Daemon immediately to his surprise. He spent hours bonding with the horse, talking softly and feeding him sweet apples. After a while, the stallion nuzzled him affectionately, and Daemon knew that he had found a loyal companion.

He decided to name the stallion Demon, for its jet-black coat and fiery red eyes. Daemon knew that he and Demon were destined for great things, and he vowed to train him to be the best horse in all of Westeros and the Free Cities

Daemon's mind was consumed with thoughts of his family's birthright, a matter of great importance to him. He couldn't shake off the feeling that his family had been deeply wronged, and this realization weighed heavily on his conscience. It was up to him to set things right, and he knew that the road ahead would be long and arduous.

Despite the possibility of never seeing his beloved sister Daenerys again, Daemon was resolute in his determination to reclaim what was rightfully theirs. He knew that it would take all of his strength and perseverance to succeed, but he was willing to do whatever it took. The thought of his family's past suffering only fueled his desire to see justice served.

Daemon took extra care to secure the precious dragon egg in his saddlebag, wrapping it in a soft cloth and making sure it was nestled snugly inside. Once he was satisfied that the egg was safe, he mounted Demon. As he settled into the saddle, he felt the powerful muscles of the stallion rippling beneath him, ready for whatever challenges lay ahead.

With a gentle nudge of his heels, he urged Demon into a gallop, and they charged through the crowded streets of Pentos. The sound of their hooves echoed off the buildings as they weaved their way through the throngs of people. Daemon's heart pounded with excitement as they dodged carts and pedestrians, the wind whipping through his hair.

Emerging from the bustling city, They set off across the vast expanse of dusty grasslands. The sun beat down upon them, casting a warm glow over the landscape. Daemon could feel the heat radiating on his porcelain-like skin, but he was determined to push on. He leaned forward, whispering words of encouragement to Demon, who eagerly responded by picking up speed.

As they galloped across the plains and through the tall grasses, Daemon's senses were heightened by the sights and sounds of the flatlands. The wind rushed through his hair, and he could hear the rhythmic pounding of Demon's hooves on the dusty ground. Despite the harsh conditions, Daemon felt a sense of freedom and adventure that he had never experienced before.

As they rode on, Daemon felt a growing confidence within himself. He knew that he was ready to face any obstacles that lay ahead, and he was grateful for the loyal companion by his side. The journey ahead was uncertain, but Daemon was determined to see it through to the end.