They say the dragons were the pride of Valyria - fire made flesh, the might of the Freehold. But not every story survived the Doom. Not every name was remembered. For when Valyria burned, not all that was powerful perished. East of the smoking seas, where the light falters and the shadows whisper, something else awakened. Older than dragons. Born not of flame, but of silence and shadow. It watched as empires fell. It waited as the blood of old Valyria scattered across the world. And in the ashes of fire and ruin, a child was born - one who carried both the light and the darkness within her. For not every flame burns bright. Some burn unseen. And some... never die.
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