𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐀 ── house of the dragon

vi | to live again

ACT I — CHAPTER VI
Tᴏ Lɪᴠᴇ Aɢᴀɪɴ

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Historians have debated what happened on that mountaintop for centuries.

Some have argued that Myra went up into those mountains with the intention of claiming the Cannibal, that she had sought it out. Others have argued that she stumbled across the Cannibal on accident, caught it while it was sleeping, and took advantage of the opportunity.

None of them guessed that it was the Cannibal who had sought the young girl out.

Why the dragon didn't kill her immediately is unknown. After all, the Cannibal was a wild dragon. Many had tried to claim the dragon before, all either failing or coming to meet a gruesome end.

And yet, a girl who had not even seen ten name days was able to claim him.

No matter how much historians research and discuss this topic, none of them have been able to come up with a reasonable explanation as to why Myra was able to do the impossible. The only thing they have been able to do is come up with another question.

Did Myra choose the Cannibal, or did the Cannibal choose her?

The logistics of how this event occurred never mattered to Myra. The only thing that she ever thought was that she was glad she went to all of those lessons in the dragonpit.

While Myra knew that the dragon before her was wild and did not understand Valyrian, the commands she did know gave her something to work with.

"Lykirī," she muttered, so faintly she barely heard it herself, "Lykirī."

The Cannibal growled. Myra slowly raised her hand out in front of her, hoping that her actions would help the dragon understand what she was saying. Be calm.

It seemed to work. The Cannibal's menacing glare turned into a slightly less menacing one, which had to count for something.

"Lykirī," she muttered again, slowly rising to her feet, still keeping her hand out.

The dragon tilted its head. As he seemed to be somewhat calm, Myra weighed her options. There was no way she could go around the dragon, not without risking falling off the side of the mountain. She could go under him, as the Cannibal was big enough that she could fit under him, but there was no saying how he would react.

The only choice Myra had was to continue to make her way up the mountain and then make her way back down. She would have to walk backwards, but it was the safest option she had.

Myra took one step back. The Cannibal seemed to stiffen, its teeth baring.

"Lykirī," she said, louder than she had before, but still in a comforting tone. The dragon immediately relaxed.

Myra took another step back. The Cannibal reacted the same as it had before.

"Lykirī," she said. The dragon immediately relaxed.

Myra quickly realized that this was not a sustainable solution. How long until her unintelligible words no longer had an effect on the dragon? How long until he decided to attack?

She had very little time to think of a new way out of this before the Cannibal started advancing toward her. However, it wasn't a fast approach, it was slow. Eerily slow.