Legacy of the White Dragon: A Dance of Dragons

Chapter 2: Bonds and Beginnings

The First Four Moons

In the early days of his life, the first four moons were both a blessing and a challenge. As an infant, he could only laugh or murmur as those around him spoke. His brother Viserys and cousin Aemma were cherished companions, as were his grandparents, King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne.

His uncle Daemon, the rogue prince, was less comforting and remained troublesome. Despite this, the young prince found solace in the love of his parents. His father, Prince Baelon, though not as renowned as Ned Stark or Rhaegar Targaryen, was a good man who deeply cherished his family. There was a constant hope that Baelon would not suffer the same tragic fate recorded in history—dying of a burst belly, an event that left the succession in doubt and prompted a great council.

The greatest blessing was his mother. Her presence was a boon he had wished for all his life. Knowing she was his mother from the same timeline made their bond even more special. Aemon looked forward to the day he could speak with her and get answers to the questions he had always harbored.

Notable too in these early days was the birth of Laena Velaryon, the firstborn of Corlys Velaryon and Rhaenys Targaryen, four moons after his own birth.

Page out of the Journal of Aemon Targaryen the White Dragon.

Jon Snow/Aemon Targaryen

Kingslanding

The fifth moon after his birth – a dragon flight. In time, Pov.

He woke up and looked at his father, smiling at him. "Well, little dragon, are you up for a flight? All dragons need to fly one day." His father said as he picked him up. 'Was his father really taking him on a dragon? A five moon old babe?' he thought in wonder as he opened and closed his mouth.

Not much later, he was proven right, as his father took him to the dragonpit. Then he looked on as his father held him, and they brought out Vhagar. He hadn't yet seen any of the dragons. He had heard them. 'But not seen them, Vhagar was maybe two times as large as Drogon was. Perhaps larger, but he wasn't sure. Vhagar, the great bronze with greenish blue she-dragon of the conquest, looked magnificent. How would she look in the sky?' He thought in wonderment.

"Vhagar, my girl, meet Aemon," His father said as the colossal dragon came close to him and his father to investigate. The dragon snifted and gave a rumble of approval as he and his father were allowed to mount her.
Then his father gave the command, and the great she-dragon took the sky. Flying with his father was wonderful, and he truly felt like a Targaryen for the first time. But the sight of Balerion himself taking to the air was even more breathtaking—the black dread had flown up after them. "It seems someone wants to join us, little Aemon. I hope you don't get any ideas, little one. Flying with you has frightened your mother," His father said. As he said it, he could feel the bond with Balerion. The black dread himself dwarfed even Vhagar, the she-dragon of 120 meters was around half the size of Balerion. The large golden orbs stared at him, and he roared in recognition.

"Aemon, how long have I awaited the touch of a soul like yours? Aegon was the last to share my dreams, to soar upon my back and converse with me in the language of our kind. I have been unable to forge such a connection since then. I empathize with your loss; the ache of it resonates within me still. I, too, lost my sister in the distant past and witnessed the fall of countless kin during the cataclysm of the Doom," rumbled Balerion, his voice echoing with the weight of ages. A shock ran through him. 'he was conversing with Balerion himself! How was that possible?' He thought as he looked at the black behemoth beside them.