Conquest Of Fire And Blood

Chapter 8: Single Combat

A/N: Jon is a little...um brutal? In this chapter. (Warning)

-Aegon Targaryen- Pentos-

Jon's eyes focused on his surrounds, he was once again back at that castle on the island. The waves bellow crashing heavily into the sharp, strong rocks.

He braced himself, knowing Bran was going to appear from nowhere and attempt to make him jump out of his skin. He didn't dare turn around because of it.

Then Bran appeared next to him and Jon's heart skipped an entire beat, he managed to refrain from launching himself off the cliff face and focus on instead glaring at Bran.

"Why the fuck must you do that?!"

Bran looks over and studies Jon with his blank blue eyes.

"Today is the day Jon. When you wake from this vision head straight to Illyrio's house, you have no time to spare.  If you don't waste a single second you will intercept the Dothraki hoard as they are packing up their nights camp. Challenge the Khal to a single combat, make sure to say if he rejects the fight he will be seen as weak. Then defeat Drogo and claim the Khalasar as your own."

Jon rolls his eyes. "You make it sound easy."

Bran turns to Jon. "It will be anything but easy. When you wake I must warn you, prepare yourself for the unexpected."

Jon frowns. "What does that-"

Everything fades out in a flash of an eye and Jon finds himself opening his eyes in the bed he had fallen asleep in. He blinks a few times and sees the reflection of the rising morning sun through his window.

How did he even get into bed? Last thing he remembered he was rescuing the egg from falling off the logs...

'I must have been so tired....' he thinks to himself.

He takes a deep breath knowing this day is going to be long and hard, plus the fact he may even die. He yanks off his furs and twists his body out of bed, landing his feet down onto the cold wooden planks.

As he goes to push himself up off the bed, a sound, almost like a growl freezes his entire body.

He flinches and closes his eyes but doesn't dare move from his position when he feels claws dig into his back like small blades, the claws make their way up his back until they are on his shoulder.

He dares to open his eyes, only to be met with a little scaled face and small purple beady eyes staring at him.

Jon jumps up out of bed faster then he had ever done before, instantly regretting it because the creature digs its claws in much tighter to stay on his shoulder.

The creature hisses in his ear and spreads its...wings. It spreads its wings. Because it has wings.

Jon almost faints in shock when the Dragon jumps down onto the table in front of him, spreading its wings completely out.

Jon nods a few times. Not really processing what is happening.

"Your a dragon." Jon whispers. The Dragon shrieks loudly.

Jon looks over to the fire place he had stuck his hand into last night and wonders if he is still dreaming.

The egg's remains are joined with the crisp burnt logs. Jon swallows heavily and turns back to the dragon who is watching Jon, tilting its head side to side.

"Your my Dragon." Jon whispers. The Dragon shrieks.

"You came from that egg, born from flames." Jon says pointing to the hearth. The dragon once again shrieks in response.