𝐖𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 | 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐬 𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧

𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚

132 AC

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Astraea "Lily" Targaryen

I glanced at her grave, the woman who became my parental figure. It had been two years since she passed. I am now ten and seven.

Gloria was her name, she was an old lady who found me in the abandoned structure-like castle.

My memories before reaching that place weren't so clear. I don't even know who my birth parents are or what life was like before becoming Lily.

Even more surprising was that I woke up with a bag slung over my body, and a dragon egg was inside.

Gloria didn't like the idea of me owning a dragon at such a young age, but I somehow managed to convince her, although I almost burnt our house once.

"I miss your sweet recipes, stories you'd tell me before I sleep, and whenever you get grumpy because I keep well–it was an accident burning your plants. Right, Virescentia?" I looked over my dragon with a smile on my face.

She tilts her head and growls softly in response.

"As much as I'd like to say here.
Maybe it's time for me to find out who my birth parents are. I have no clue how, but look after me from above." I placed a kiss on top of her grave before walking towards my dragon.

The sound of thunder echoed around the sky as droplets of rain began to pour. Quickly, I hop on my saddle, "Soves." (Fly)

Virescentia slowly expanded her large black wings with a hint of silver surrounding her scales and lifted us to the grey skies.

A gust of cold wind surrounded our flight back home. Heavier droplets of rain can be felt as we travel through the clouds.

"Lykiri. (Be Calm) We'll be home soon. You're doing great, Virescentia." I placed my palm on her head to help ease her feelings. She was never fond of the rain, and so was I.

A screeching, almost a growl, was heard from above us, and a shadow of a dragon a little bigger than mine flew swiftly above us.

"Ao enkagon nykeā gēlȳn, Taooba!" (You owe a debt, boy!)

I recognize the language the boy used, which is high valyrian. The same language I speak for my dragon.

Gloria, who happens to be a bookkeeper, has a variety of books ranging from historical to specific languages, one of them being highly valyrian. It took almost a year for me to communicate properly with Virescentia.

An anxious feeling crept throughout my body, sensing something wasn't right. Out of nowhere, my dragon turned back and flew higher. I almost lost my balance, but I quickly regained my stance.

"Virescentia, no!" I screamed as loudly as I could. She followed the dragon above us with the speed I'd never seen before.

I held on to the handles of my saddle tightly as she followed the dragon that was once above us, now below. Verescentia never turns around for someone.