The Prince That Was Promised (Old Version)

Chapter 5 : Flight of Dragons

Orys Targaryen/Jon Snow

Castle Black – Outside the Walls.

He held Shireen's hands as they walked across the courtyard. "Open the gate," he ordered, and the gates opened. "You ready?" he asked Shireen.

"Yes," Shireen replied. Both looked at the place as they walked out—the place that had forever changed his life.

"They're still there," he murmured as they walked out onto the fields beyond Castle Black. In the morning sun, the dragons looked even more massive, and now he could see that the black dragon was larger than Silverwing. The black dragon's name escaped him, so he questioned Shireen. "Tell me, do you know the name of the black dragon? I know the silver one is Silverwing, but the name of the black dragon escapes me."

"Mmm, I'm pretty sure the black dragon is the Cannibal. The dragon ate Ser Denys and his son after they tried to claim Sheepstealer, but they were all burned alive," Shireen answered. She will be a treasure. I had read quite a lot when I was younger, but it seems Shireen will be a true help with her knowledge, he thought.

"Ah, I remember. The Cannibal was infamous for eating other dragons and dragon eggs. Although I think it's time for a new name. I doubt he'll be eating other dragons again," he said with a smile.

As they came closer, the dragons began to rouse with a rumble. He silently lamented, never being able to learn the tongue of his true father's house. It was one of the lessons he never got when he was in Winterfell. "So, any words to use with them? I never had lessons in High Valyrian when I was young," he questioned Shireen, who smiled at him.

"Well, I know some High Valyrian commands. Like lykiri is calm, soves is fly, dohaeras is serve, and dracarys is dragonfire, I believe. But we'll work on your High Valyrian together. It won't do for a Targaryen to not speak the tongue of his ancestors," Shireen answered, smiling and squeezing his hand.

"We shall, and thank you," he said and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Well, let's see if we can call ourselves dragonriders after today," he said, stepping aside from Shireen and walking toward the Cannibal. "Lykiri," he said as he walked even closer. The dragon sniffed him loudly. "Dohaeras," he said again. The dragon roared at him, and it took all his willpower not to step away. No, I need a name for him, he thought. "Dohaeras Nightwing," he surprised himself when he said it.

The dragon roared again, but now the dragon lowered its head and looked at him with green eyes flecked with indigo. "Good, Nightwing, Dohaeras," he said. He laid his hand on the giant black snout, his hand a tiny speck on it. As he did, he felt something—something he'd felt before on the pyre—a bond with this companion. A similar sensation to what he'd felt with Ghost.

Then he looked toward Shireen, and it seemed his suspicions were right. Silverwing had lowered her head to kindhearted and wonderful Shireen Baratheon.

"Well done, Shireen," he called to her. As Shireen laid her hand on Sliverwings snout.

"You too. Do you feel that too? That connection with them?" Shireen responded.

"Yes," he replied as he looked back at the massive dragon. He suspected the dragon was around 140 meters long from head to tail. Then he looked back into the dragon's eyes, saw the purple in them, and thought back to the pyre and the strange connection he'd felt then when he'd looked into the dragon's eye. "Aegon, is part of you in there?" he asked, and Nightwing gave a slight grumble. 'Well, my father said, Aegon wanted to help him. Perhaps part of him would now.' He thought happily.