~The song of fire and blood ||☆hotd fan fiction☆

1.☆Visenya

On the day of the funeral of the fake baby the Tagaryen baby was brought to an boat. It was a big old Valeryion  boat, which had blue flags with an silver sea horse on it. On the deck were many men and women, who fled to somewhere, because a rumor goes through the small folk, that there is a upcoming war.

Everywhere was murmuling as twelve red priests stormed on the boat with an bundle in one of their hands. The people on the boat were scared what was going to happen, because most of them didnt saw a red priest in their whole life. As all of the priests were on the boat some men in amor apperead and started to command that everyone on the boat should leave right now. While there was screaming and people running the red priests went to their seats and sat still. No one said a word.

The last one of the soldiers came on board and then their settled on sea. The leader of the group was a young looking lady with red hair and brown eyes that looked in the right light like red. She wore a balck and gold roupe with red details on the arms. There was a red saphir bracelett around her neck that looked like it was hundreds of years old. The woman went with a soldier and one of her maids to the captains cabin. The maid brought the baby with her. In the cabin there was a table in the middle of the room overcast with plates and cups. The man in the armor throw the plates and cups from the table with on single movement. He laid an blanket on the cold table and blew the candles out. The maiden laid the baby on the table. "Bring them in!" The priest commanded. As soon as the maid left the room other priests came in.

"Today, the lord will show us, if the Tagaryen dynasty is worthy enough to spread the lord words around the world. This baby is a Tagaryen pureblood. Old Valyrian blood runs through her veins. If she is worthy enough, the good lord will revive her. Lets speak the words together: Jorrāelagon āeksio, lo bisa riña iksis worthy enogh naejot spread aōha udir around se vys, revive zirȳla." Suddenly the candles burnt. "Iksis ziry se promised dārilaros hen lentor tagaryen? kessa ziry rescue se ābrītsos dārilaros se se byka idañe? kessa ziry save se vys hen se usurper aegon tagaryen se pirta dārys? iksis ziry se riña ao ivestretan īlva nūmāzma, ao promised īlva? open īlva minds! spread aōha udra."

There was thunder you could hear after these words. The sea was getting wilder with each second. A loud roar was heard from the background and then... nothing. Nobody said a word, nor took their eyes of the little thing in the centre of the room. "Maybe it was the wrong..." on of them said but she was interrupted by giggling from the table.

Nobody could believe their eyes. "The princess that was promised is under this roof. We must help to strengh her until she is strong enough to get her revenge." Everyone went out of the room to make space for the young Tagaryen. On the next days they arrived on dragonstone, where the red priests are home.

In the hills down the dragon path there is a whole other world nobody could see just yet. In one of the mountains there is an underground castle that nobody knows about. As they got to the entrance, a beutiful gate decorated with cristals, flowers and veins, some would say its a portal to another world, they said open in Valyrian and the gazes swunged open, to reveal an open area. You could see people in red ropes everywhere. On the walls of the big area there are rooms for like libaries, bedrooms or kitchens. Everyone of the rooms are specificly decorated for tutoring. In this capital the red priests are trained to help the humans at all costs. The Tagaryen Princess will learn there everything she can for living out there in kingslanding.

After 12 years...
In the past years Visenya, thats what they named her, havent seen the daylight. She often wanted to, but they didnt let her and often punished her if she tried. How? Some days without food, some days without anything and sometimes they cut her on her wrists or waist. Today was nothing else. As she did her studies with Lady Olendya, an old women with bad breath, but very smart, she couldnt pay attention.
"...a couple of years later the Baratheons were only... are you even listening to me, Visenya?"
She asked and pulled a branch out, that she used everytime she wanted to punish her. "Uhhh... yes of course Lady Olendya..." Suddenly a branch hit her wrist. But she didnt feel it anymore. It felt only like an inching or something. "Now listen to me or else..."