The Dragon's Legacy

Chapter Eighty-One

The morning sun bathed Dragonstone in a soft, golden light as Valarr and Visenya Targaryen, a mere four years old, tiptoed through the corridors of the ancient fortress. Their silver-gold hair glinted in the light, but it was only Visenya's deep violet eyes that sparkled with excitement and determination. The allure of the Dragonpit, with its promise of seeing the mighty dragons up close, was too strong to resist.

"Muña says we shouldn't..." Valarr said slowly as he softly squeezed Visenya's hand, as his pale-lilac eyes were washed with worry. "What if–"

Visenya turned around and put her finger on his lip, shushing him. "If continue speaking, then we will be caught just as you worry, baby brother." She said solemnly as ever.

"But Visenya... Dragons killed Aerea... What if it happens to us?" Valarr asked with a heavy chest as his heart raced. "Muña would say-"

"Kepa would say we can, baby brother." Visenya insisted as she pulled her twin brother's arm. "Please. Come with me. For me."

Valarr looked upon the face of his elder twin, as his pale lilac eyes drowned in her deep violet eyes. He grabbed Visenya's hand and squeezed it softly. "The bigger hatchling, Caraxes, is mine."

He said as he began to run ahead of her.

Visenya gasped and began to follow her twin as they toward the Smallest parts of the Dragonpit, where they held the youngest of all dragons, no bigger than the size of a bat.

The young Dragonkeeper had fallen asleep, standing by the door, leaning his head to his walking stick, as his robes touched the dust and ashes beneath his feet, and the smell of wetness of the cave and burnt meat came from behind the door.

Visenya hissed at her brother and the two slowly snuck to the door, and gently and slowly pushed it open as they walked inside the small dragonpit.

A small hatchling, Caraxes, no bigger than a bat, was crawling around his pit, not bothering to even spread his wings to fly, but only to crawl.

"No wonder you want him. He is just as helpless as you." Visenya whispered to her brother as she softly kissed his cheek.

Valarr's face reddened but he feigned infected by Visenya's gesture and only looked the other way as he struggled to sound annoyed rather than embarrassed. "And who do you wish to claim? Meleys?"

"Later. It is you who is claiming one right now, baby brother." Visenya said as she gently pushed Valarr forward.

Valarr took a small breath in and looked at the blood-coloured Wyrm as he offered the Wyrm his hand to show he was not hostile.

"Dohaerās, Caraxes." Valarr said in his mother tongue of High Valyrian. "Lykirī-" But his words never reached their end. For as Caraxes started slowly approaching Valarr, warming up to him, a gasp echoed through the dragonpit and the familiar voice of the twin's mother.

"Valarr?! Visenya?!" Rhaena said distressed and sharply as if a monster was about to steal her children away.

Her voice shook the dragonkeepr as he woke up, confused as if he had forgotten what he was or where he was.

"You fucking idot!" Rhaena screamed at the young dragonkeeper in High Valyrian. "I will have you whipped for this! Had anything befall my children I will have you skinned alive! Get lost!"

The dragonkeeper quickly pulled himself together and quickly walked away, trying to spare himself from the wrath of Lady of Dragonstone.

"Muña..." Visenya muttered as did Valarr as he pulled his hand back.