Aaliyah Sepher is the youngest queen the people of the sky have ever known. For the Sepher an heir is not chosen by the king but chosen by a greater power. The ruler would be born with pure silver hair and the mark of a dragon on her back one for ea...
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Rhaenyra and I watched as the bastards made their way into the castle. "Is Jace okay?", I asked her. "I do not know. He feels betrayed. I want to help him. But if I help him I risk going into a war I will lose.", Rhaenyra whispered. "He will forgive you, my love.", I told her leaning my head on her shoulder.
As we walked down the stairs the dragon keepers stood at the bottom. "This is an abomination.", the elder said. "What do you speak of?", Rhaenyra questioned. "You sent an Andal before a dragon.", he answered. "Seasmoke chose Addam.", I replied.
"Now she sends for more?", the elder asked. "Ser Steffon Darklyn was the blood of the dragon.", Rhaenyra answered. "It was blasphemy. He was no dragon lord. Neither are these.", he responded.
"And yet the gods have set them before us.", I replied. "She has set them before herself.", he said. "The she is your Queen.", I stated. "The dragons are sacred; they are the last magic of Old Valyria in this sad world. They are not the playthings for the games of men. Our order will take no part in this.", he spoke with anger in his voice. The dragon keepers walked out the room.
Rhaenyra and I walked towards the group of people. "I used to think I knew what it was to claim a dragon, but I understand now that what I thought I knew is ash in wind.", Rhaenyra said. She continued walking forward me following. We both turn back looking at the guard who followed us.
"Perhaps it is blood. Or worth. Or perhaps it's something else....something greater.", I stated. "Each of you has left behind a life to answer this call. A life to which you might never return to.", Rhaenyra said. "Which most of you won't return to.", I added. "If you survive you will be transformed. No man or woman can face a dragon and be otherwise.", Rhaenyra spoke.
"Some of you may welcome the prospect of change, even death, given the alternatives: privation, starvation, war. This is our purpose to end those hardships and yours if you succeed.", I said. "We shall do it for you, for your kin, for all the realm. With these two dragons added to our number, the enemy will have no choice but to give way. And peace will be restored.", Rhaenyra stated.
"Suffering will ended and without bloodshed gods willing.", I said. "The dragon named Vermithor he is the 3rd largest in the world after Sylvia and Vhagar. And perhaps the most fierce. Hes called the Bronze Fury. We shall go to him now. And may the gods bless you.", Rhaenyra told them.
Walking into the dragon pit. Rhaenyra stood in front of us all walking towards the edge of the dragon mounting area. "Come forward, Vermithor.", Rhaenyra spoke. As she turned towards the darkness it was quickly replaced with a large dragon.
Vermithor had come. "Be calm, Vermithor. Be calm." The dragon let out a cry. "Serve!", Rhaenyra stated. The dragon lowered its head as she slowly brought her hand to its face. Vermithor leaned into her hand as she looked up at him. She turned to us standing in front of him.
"Who among you will be first?", I asked turning around. The people slowly moved and man with an mis formed face walked forward. "We have nothing more to tell you. It must be the dragon who speaks.", Rhaenyra said.
We turned around walking back into the entrance of the dragon pit. Walking up the stairs we looked out. Standing on the balcony we watch as Vermithor looks curiously out the bastards standing before him.
The first to step up walks forward towards Vermithor. But as the dragon moved closer to him and the others they stepped back letting out a scared scream. Vermithor looked at the man holding his hand out to him before covering him in fire.
"Seven hells.", I whispered. "Your Graces, we must away!", the guard said. "No.", Rhaenyra stated. The dragon continued to set more on fire. Grabbing one in his mouth killing him with ease. Knocking a few off the platform.
Another one stood before him holding his hand onto. Only for it to be swiftly bitten off in an instant. My eyes dart over to an older man with dark silver hair along with a girl next to him. They hid behind a rock.
As they go to move but Vermithor turns to them. He goes to bit down but both of them move in separate directions. Vermithor turns to the girl ready to kill her. "Here! Here I am!", the man shouted at the dragon. "Rhaenyra look.", I whispered.
Vermithor lets out a large roar to the man. We couldn't hear what he said. Until he yelled. "Come on!", the man yelled. Instead of burning him alive Vermithor lowered his head down. And we watched as the bastard Targaryen placed his hand on the dragon claiming him.
Walking out of the dragon pit after hearing Silverwing had been claimed by one of the bastards Rhaenyra and I walked out. The dragons Syrax, Dārys, Sylvia, and Vermithor behind us. Looking out on the distance we saw Vhagar flying towards us as Silverwing landed on the castle behind us.
Our sons killed looked towards us before turning his dragon around. The war was know anybody's to win. They had men but we have dragons.
