Screams of innocent women and children echoed through the burning village as the flames spread, consuming everything in their path. The village bell tolled desperately, but the fires continued to grow, untamed. In the midst of the chaos, a terrifying roar split the sky—a black dragon, Balerion, descended from the heavens, its massive wings casting a shadow over the destruction below.
From the ground, chaos ruled as homes crumbled beneath the intense heat, swallowed by the inferno. Veronica sprinted through the chaos, her gaze fixed on the dragon above. Her voice rang out in desperation: "Balerion! Lēkia!" (Balerion! Calm!)
But the great dragon didn't hear her, or perhaps he didn't care. His fury was fixed on the bell tower. Veronica pushed her way through the fleeing crowd, dodging the flames and collapsing debris, her focus solely on Balerion, hoping to reach him before it was too late.
Suddenly, a massive spear flew through the air, aimed at the dragon. It pierced his wings, leaving a deep gash. Balerion roared in pain, shaking the ground with the sound. But the spear didn't stop there—it continued its deadly path, flying straight toward where Veronica was standing.
She barely had time to react before the spear struck the house beside her, collapsing it in a fiery heap. The world around her turned black as the wreckage crashed down, the sounds of screams fading away. The only thing left was a deafening ringing in her ears.
Moments later, she blinked her eyes open. Her vision was blurry, but she could make out the faint glow of flames nearby. She tried to move, but her hands were bound in chains. Looking down, she noticed something heavy placed on her chest. She was inside a cave—or perhaps a cell—trapped.
Everything went black again, her vision slipping away once more.
THE HOUSE OF DRAGON
THE FIRST AGE OF TARGARYEN
The moonlight barely touched the cold stone walls as Rhaevenya sat at the edge of the bath, her pale skin glowing in the dim light. Steam rose softly from the water, which reflected her silver-golden hair as it cascaded down her bare shoulders. She let her fingers dip into the warm water, ripples forming with each gentle movement.
The warmth embraced her like a quiet solace, and she closed her eyes, sinking deeper into the bath. Her body relaxed, allowing the weight of her doubts and burdens to melt away. It was the only time she could feel at peace, far from the watchful eyes of the court, the chaos of war, and the whispers of dragons. She let out a long, slow breath, sinking beneath the surface, the world becoming distant and muffled.
Suddenly, her serene moment shattered.
Fire. It burst before her eyes, as though she were standing in the center of an inferno. Flames roared from the earth, consuming everything in their path. Screams echoed in the distance, and above the fire, she could feel the presence of a dragon—its mighty roar reverberating in her bones.
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THE HOUSE OF DRAGON: THE FIRST AGE OF TARGARYEN
FanficIn a time before legends were forged and before the Targaryens claimed the Iron Throne, Veronica Targaryen, the first of her name, rises from the ashes of the past. Born of fire and blood, she wields the ancient power of dragons and navigates the tr...