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Dragons were meant to tear each other from the sky.
The blood of Old Valyria was meant to drown itself in fire and grief.
And the realm itself was meant to burn beneath their war.
And yet... it never came to pass.
On the night at Driftmark, Vaelira Targaryen-the twin sister of Lucerys Velaryon-changed the fate of House Targaryen forever when she took Prince Aemond Targaryen's eye defending her brothers.
Unrepentant for what she had done and feared for the fire that burned within her, Vaelira was condemned to a fate crueler than death: torn away from her family, promised to the prince she had scarred, and exiled to the Vale of Arryn while the realm quietly waited for war.
But far from Dragonstone, Vaelira begins to dream.
Dreams of dragons falling from the sky.
Dreams of her family drowning in blood and flame.
Dreams of a war so devastating that even history would remember it as tragedy.
The Dance of the Dragons.
And when the gods of the Fourteen Flames offer her the chance to prevent that future, Vaelira makes a choice no child should ever have to make:
she gives up her life for the people who once cast her aside.
Her death shakes the realm.
Her prophecies begin to come true.
And slowly, impossibly, the future itself begins to change.
The Dance never comes.
The dragons survive.
Only then is the truth finally revealed before both Blacks and Greens alike:
Vaelira Targaryen did not die out of despair.
She died as a sacrifice.
But death was never the end of her story.
For while Westeros mourned the daughter it had lost, another world welcomed a girl with emerald eyes and a lightning-shaped scar-
a child whose fate would once again be touched by prophecy.
Now, the family that once cast Vaelira aside must witness the life she lived after death-her joys, her grief, her battles, her sacrifices-and confront the terrible truth they realized far too late:
that the girl they pushed away had loved them enough to save them all.