Of Magic, Fire, Blood and Ice

15

Dragon dreams they called it; apparently all true Targaryens had them.

In his dream he was flying, high up in the clouds at heart racing speed. He could feel his hair fly in the wind, the cold wind cutting his cheeks but nothing could dim the joy he felt on the Dragon's back. It was like he was meant to fly on a Dragon's back. In front of him was Dragonstone, the ancestral seat of the Targaryens and the Royal Prince. He was near the castle when his attention was diverted by three other dragons, they were quite smaller than his but no less ferocious, one of them was Rayegal and the others were Rhaenerys and another golden Dragon. On top of the three dragons sat the three heads of the Targaryen Dragon, Jon, Visenya and Daenerys.

Rhaegar could feel the warmth his dragon was emitting as its scales felt warm under his hands. It was then he paid attention at his own dragon, it was black as dark as the night with red veins crisscrossing around its body, its scales were the true representation of the Targaryen colors.

The dragon let out a loud roar which was followed by the other three dragons. With a loud thud the dragon landed on the cliff near the Dragonstone castle and so did the other three dragons, Rhaegar quickly climbed down. He moved forward to see his dragon's face, he was shocked.

His Dragon was easily three times as large as the Rayegal, his face was huge with giant teeth and spike all around it which face the impression it was wearing a crown. The realization hit Rhaegar like a brick. He had been riding Balerion!

With a gasp Rhaegar woke up in his bed.

He recalled the dream, the black dread Balerion was alive and he was riding it?

As the fog of the dream disappeared he realized that it was just a dream. Felling a little disappointed Rhaegar climbed down the bed and got ready to have breakfast with Elia and Daenerys.

He spent the rest of the day in a daze trying to make sense of his dream when suddenly in front of him appeared Rayne with her elf Mipsy and in her hands Rayne held two things.

Recognizing the two artifacts made Rhaegar's heart stop; it was Aegon the Conqueror's ruby and Valyrian steel crown and his Valyrian steel sword Blackfyre.

He stared open mouthed at her trying to find the words but nothing came out. His gaze never wandered from the crown and sword.

Rayne moved forward and handed the two things to him. He stared at his hands for a long time till Rayne calls his name out.

'How... when... where?' he asked incoherent questions completely shocked to see two of the most famous Targaryen artifacts in his hands and the ones who had been lost centuries ago.

Clearing his throat he gathers himself so he could finally ask smarter questions.

'How did you get these Rayne? They have been lost well before the dance of dragons. The lost sword Blackfyre and Aegon's crown! Tell me please how did you get these things?'

Rayne took a moment to gather her and then she told him everything and started to tell him everything from the beginning except for the possible resurrection of Balerion, the Black Dread.

'So there was back in the dungeon room after meeting the Aegon, the conqueror. In front of me lay the gigantic head of Balerion, the Dragonbinder horn and the sword Blackfyre but that was no the shocking thing, what shocked the most was that in my hands was the crown Aegon was wearing when I saw him. I didn't know what to do so I took the sword and the crown and came to see you. You know the most about Targaryens and I thought you might be the best person to talk to. Do you believe Aegon that your ancestors had magic?'