Valaerion Stories

This is an era wherein Royalty married amongst kin in belief that it kept the line pure. Where common folk would rather pray to unseen Gods than to trust medications to cleanse them of ill. Where knights believed themselves noble when they behead a peasant for simply tarnishing a merchant's silk. And yet, when he claimed himself a Dragon in human skin, they dare dub him delusional. Incorrigible, the lot of them! Or- When one world loses its dragons and another is at the brink of having the same fate befall it at the same time, Death opens its gates a tiny bit in pity, just enough for one soul to quietly slip through into another world. One world may have no need for dragons, but another one is definitely desperate for them. And Glaurung would be a fool to not grasp this opportunity for his whole race.

Night had nearly fallen, yet the servants of Summerhall could not find the second prince. It was as if he had vanished into thin air. Prince Maekar was currently shouting at the guards to find his son. ~~ Aerion travels back in time before the series of misfortunes fell upon the House Targaryen. Will he be able to change his fate and that of the others around him?