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THE DRAGON

Mantarys. The primal surviving city of the Lands of the Long Summer. Although known by its foul reputation as the city of  "monsters", assassins, and poisoners, it was also the only overland waystop of any note for travelers and merchants, taking the land route between the Free Cities and The Bay of Dragons. Since the child who shared Dany‘s horse was awfully ill, the road for the former slaves of Yunkai ended here. If this city was well known for its poisons, who’s to say a potion or a cure could not be found? Dany wished to stay and ensure this child’s survival, but unlike here, she could actually be useful in saving her own. 
Now and again, the blood-red winged beast would fly above their heads as they advanced further west. Oftentimes, just as a black dot in the sky, other times, a shadow would swallow them whole, but not once did he take notice of them. If they lost sight of him in the sky, the burnt, half eaten bodies would show them the right path on the ground. Every following corpse warmer and fresher than the previous, soon they would catch him in the act, devouring his prey. He may have been fast up in the sky, but he sure took his time enjoying his tasty meals. 
In the hour of the sunset, the clouds colored the sky, dissolving the pastel bright red color to deep purple. It was an hour of peacefulness and silence in the endless Dothraki Sea. If there was a time of day when Drogon would withdraw from the sky to take his rest, this was it. And sure enough, they found him sleeping, surrounded by the black bones of his latest victims. A few months since she last saw him, yet Dany could have sworn he had grown. All that food coming from all sides of the world must have had its perks as well. His size, together with his hunters’ blood between his sharp black teeth, made for one terrifying, beastly sight. The Mother of Dragons felt her heart ache when she spotted the wounds across the scales and wings of her child. If she had forgotten how terrifying he was to everyone else, she had the faces of Daario and Jon there to remind her. And that woke an uneasy feeling in her, stronger with each breath she took. If she was being honest, standing there in front of him, feeling smaller than ever,  even she would agree, he was just a beast.
Not to wake him, the warriors and screamers stayed behind whilst their Queen, their Khal and the Captain of the Second Sons proceeded towards the beast with caution. If they had a plan, it could have helped ease the dismay, but taming a dragon was not something you could predict. So Dany did the only logical thing when she spotted the spear sticking out of his wing… went to take it out. 
Even under the hot sun, the heat radiating from him soothed her anxiousness as if it was something she had been missing for months. The steel head of the spear that had pierced the front thick part of his wing had melted inside, causing a deadly infection over a better part of his left wing. This is why they had caught up to him… “My poor sweet thing, flying hurts, doesn’t it?” Furious, Dany grabbed the burnt wooden shaft and pulled as her child’s life depended on it. Of course, the pain also meant waking the dragon. He roared, she pulled, ignoring him, neglecting all the anxiousness from before. Her determination must have roused Jon’s bravery. Dany wondered if he even noticed the tail coming for him before it knocked him back a few feet. At least it gave him the push he needed to take out the spear that was half inside the belly of the beast, right under his right wing, where it hurt the most. That’s when Drogon released his first hot jet of fire up in the air. He is angrier by the minute
The spear she was grasping finally gave out, causing her to stumble back on the ground and scattering Drogon’s black blood all over her. Before she could yell out his name, Daario was leaning down, standing next to her on his stallion, offering a hand to his Queen. All she could do was watch as her lover perished right in front of her eyes. Crumbs of ash twirled around her as the wind commanded, tickling her bare skin, whilst her knees immersed into the rest of it. Of him. Tears filled her eyes as she drowned her hands in his ash, gripping it tightly in her fists, unwilling to let go. But the wind took away even the tiniest specks that slipped through her fingers and yet, it left the smell of burnt flesh lingering around her. Sitting there on her knees dipped in ash, her bare skin covered in black blood that drew some of the flecks in, Dany began to look for the demonic silhouette, hoping it would come for her, take her and she would finally wake up from yet another one of her nightmares. She didn’t. 
Daario’s killer cried out in pain, snapping Dany out of her wishful thinking and into an even worse reality - scorpions aiming to take the last thing she has in this world. As he leaped up in the air, flopping his huge wings, trying to flee, the pain slowed him down, giving enough time for the deadly weapons to shoot for the kill. “Stop!” Jon raised Longclaw in the air, desperately trying to put an end to Dany’s misery, but it was too late. She felt the ground shake beneath her feet as three bolts crashed Drogon down. The moment his huge body hit the ground, Grey Worm directed his Unsullied towards the royal army of the King, towards war. As for Dany… she just stood there, still denying the reality of what was happening.
Daario and now her child. His molten magma eyes slowly shut when she placed her hand on his snout, as life was leaving his broken body. Wake up, she told herself. It’s enough, her last child falling from the sky, the only thing she had left in this world would no doubt, be enough to wake her up. So wake up! It was all too familiar, too similar to her dreams, why wouldn’t she doubt the truth of this? Wake up... 
Under her touch, Drogon’s skin was losing its heat, cooling off with every heartbeat. Why isn’t she waking up? She raised her head, watching as the sea of yellow turned to red, Jon forbidding his Dothraki to join the fight he desperately is trying to prevent, the wind gushing through the grass, stirring the weeds, her child dying in a black pool of his own blood. Each passing second added a little more reality until finally, Dany realized the chances of her waking up, were nonexistent. 
This is when the anger piqued that same old pain she knew too well. A familiar feeling trapped her inside herself, that same one she felt standing on the walls of King’s Landing alone, staring at what represented every sleepless night, every nightmare, every loss, every sacrifice… All that, for what? To just resist the urge for revenge at the sound of some bells? No. The darkness around her was promising her vengeance, so tempting, simply irresistible. With every clink of the bells, her anger grew, eventually waking the dragon inside her. Everything that followed was as if she just withdrew inside herself, watching through her own eyes as another was working her own hands, letting them take control without a fight. That is how it happened then and that is how it was happening now, with one difference - the physical pain in her heart would not leave her this time.
An unimaginable, overwhelming pain… physical pain spread through her chest as if it were tearing up her heart. Digging her nails in her chest, bending forward, she dropped to her knees in front of her child. It felt as if the agony was traveling through her veins, slowly spreading all over her body, as if carrying fire instead of blood. Nothing around her mattered anymore, the pain erased the world from existence. A hand laid over her shoulder and someone mumbled some words but all she could hear was fire. The hand withdrew as soon as it felt the heat radiating from her body, untouchable heat. The anger burned her skin. 
Here, it was only her and her dragon. His scales were black as night, wet and slick with his own blood, taking his final breaths. She could feel her blood and tears boil and turn to steam, could feel her flesh sear and blacken and slough away. Her hands were shaking, but she was almost certain the faint heartbeat inside her chest, now was lost under her touch. She was fire, burning from within. This must be what fire means to other people.
A loud crack burst through the wound on her chest, opening it. Were her eyes deceiving her or was her heart really set afire? Whatever happened seemed to have stopped the fight, with every pair of eyes on her. Another crack and her skin parted on her arms, slowly spreading in all directions, instead of blood, liquid fire leaking from the cracks. Now this has got to be a dream. But how could she feel pain? Fire caused her no pain. But this was different. She was the source of fire, her pain, her anger. She was fire in human skin. 
A thin crack parted her brow in two, dripping tears of magma down her cheek. The pain became unbearable, she wished she would disperse in the air, her ashes fusing with Daario’s. The dragon-shaped ties that held her braids melted away, untangling her hair free, locks floating in the air as if carried by the heat radiating from her body. The world was muted… raising her head, she pleaded for help, for an escape. The reflection she saw in Jon’s eyes terrified her. “Kill me!” she yelled at the man who resembled a scared little boy in front of her. No reaction. “Kill me now!” As she yelled as loud as she could, the pain traveled to her head, to her eyes, slowly gradienting their usual purple to a blood red color. Her amethysts did a playful dance through the shades of magma. When no reaction came from the stone crafted statue that carried Jon’s face, she leapt towards him, grabbing the dagger off his belt and plunged it inside the wound that carried its shape, fitting perfectly. Only, the steel dissolved in her hands and over her chest as if it were made of ice. No escape. 
When she dropped to her knees, finally giving up and letting the pain have its way with her, she spotted Jon’s burned hand. Now, she had scarred him for life as well. They were nowhere near even, but suppose it was something. Then, something strange happened, the more she resisted fighting, the more the pain faded, normalizing her breathing, adjusting to the fire within, soothing her instead of hurting her. Suddenly, regaining her strength, she rose up feeling… strong and new and fierce. Lost in a haze, an honest smile finally broke on Dany’s face. She has surrendered to joy known only by the insane. 
Was it madness that seized her then, born of anger? Or some strange wisdom buried in her blood, the same one that told her to push her dragon eggs amongst the burning coals years ago? Dany could not say. She felt her body soar, took the lightest steps she had ever taken, as if levitating. The world ceased to exist, ignoring the stares of everyone around her. Never feeling more certain, Dany reached her hand and placed it over the snout of her dying child, closing her eyes as if she knew exactly what she was doing. 
As the heat transmitted from her body to his, the strength began leaving hers, draining her fire. This is madness, she told herself. A pool of molten magma opened next to her, matching the color of her eyes. Raising his head, Drogon roared a hot jet of fire in the air, burning brighter and hotter than ever. He lowered his large head next to Dany and sniffed her as if deciding her friend or foe. Seeing her reflection in his eyes terrified her no more, fire was her friend again, resisting it was a mistake. When the Dragon Queen placed her hand over the beast’s snout again, she knew she got her child back. The heat radiating from him was stronger than ever, his scales shone a bright red color, the air around them became unbearably hot, forcing the armed warriors to pull back. Was it fear or awe, Dany could not tell, but they all dropped to their knees as they did in front of the Gods. She, however, wasn’t a Goddess, her strength left her, her eyes retracted to their usual color, her cracks leaked blood whilst sealing away, her hair fell loose over her shoulders. All she managed to do before falling unconsciously to the ground, was feel the faint heartbeats inside her chest. When her eyes gazed upon the sky, a flock of ravens dispersed above her. Their distinctive, pure white eyes evident from miles away.

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  1. I'm not entire sure what has happened in this chapter.

    From what I understand Drogon was badly injured but Dany seems to have used the life force to heal him and rstore him to strength.

    I'm assuming that Bran tried to warg into Drogon to open him up for the attack, but with Dany having healed him Drogon is back to full strength I hope.
    If that is do, I hope that Drogon will take revenge on Bran and put an end to the three-eyed raven forever.

    I like that everyone knelt to Dany again, its like watching a god being reborn in fire.

    I'm guessing this is the moment Kinarva was telling Jon about. That Dany will need him to be there.

    Would it be too much to hope that you can post the next chapter in a few hours?

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  2. Bran didn't try to control Drogon but at the end of the chapter we find out he watched everything that happened (Dany finally understanding why fire never hurt her, there is something more inside her, something that is of great power but great ... let's-call-it insanity too, the same thing that drove her to burn down King's Landing, and she cannot control it when she is under overwhelming pain as she was now again), so now Bran knows Dany is alive.

    Yes, Drogon was deadly injured but Dany saved him. And yes, this is the moment Kinvara was telling Jon about. As Daario is dead now, Jon has to do something with Dany who is unconsciously laying on the ground.

    Next chapter comes out tomorrow.

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    1. Also, in the first book Dany has a dream about Rhaego (her kiddo) going through what happens to her in this chapter. I took her dream and made it a reality... but it happens to her instead of Rhaego. So it's kinda a follow up from the books as well as the show.

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    2. Ah I see.

      Well it looks like Bran will have a front row seat to seeing Jon save both Dany and Drogon.

      I wonder what will be required to save Dany.

      I finf it hard to believe Drogon was injured, but he is young, only 7-8 years old. I guess he needs a few more years before his scales harden to the point that is invulnerable, like the Targaryen dragon of lore.

      Looking forward to the next chapter.

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    3. Yeah but scorpions can shot down even Balerion, remember they were testing them on his skull in the show. It's just back then they didn't have the scorpions. So the dragons were unbeatable.

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    4. They did have shields scorpions back then. Meraxes died because she took one in the eye. The hide is the strongest part of a full grown dragon. They weren't dying to them because they couldn't pierce the hide.

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    5. Oh right, Meraxas was indeed taken down by one, you are right, I stand corrected. But Drogon is still just a baby compared to Balerion and the scorpions have upgraded in the last 300 years by far, so I'd guess they would pierce even the strongest of the full-grown dragons now, hide or otherwise. Kinda makes sense.

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    6. I do not think the scorpion would be able to pierce the hide of a full grown dragon.

      Remember one we saw the one Qyburn use was only on Balerion's naked skull. We have no idea how well it would have worked on him with his scales in tact.

      So I doubt it would work on a full grown dragon. Westeros weapon has nor advanced much.

      During the Dance of The Dragon 150 years before GOT, scorpion were used against dragons enmass and it still did not work. Meraxes died due to an extremely luck shot through the eye.

      Still Drogon is much younger than those dragons by at least a decade, so his scales and hides is probably not strong enough yet for full invulnerability.

      Balerion was so large he could eact an elephant in in one go. I doubt a scorpion hit would even register to him as more than an attempted poke.

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    7. In the show a normal spear went through Drogon's hide, but because, spears are too small, they don't do much damage, however Rhaegal fell quite easily with 3 bolts of the scorpions, so I guess they would crash Drogon down now with the new ones. But yeah in time, I guess you are right, maybe they wouldn't do shit against Drogon, which I have to say, I like that :)

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  3. Woah, this is cool asf, great idea. You have a lot of great ideas in your story and I also love the way you write them, and the way you take stuff from the books and the show and fuse them together, it's very clever. You elaborate scenes from the show in a way that it makes me see them in a totally different way and realize I have missed them while watching. Keep it up. I am sad to see you have only few chapters left, I don't want this story to end. :D

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    1. Hah well thank you very much. Yeah, the story could have been a lot longer as there is a lot of going on, but I started it off as a concept of what could happen and not a book of course. So I didn't dive into too many details. I'd rather leave it to writers to write books :D

      I appreciate it though :)

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  4. lol i guess dany is a marysue now with magical prowess she's never displayed in either medium. maybe do more research next time the older a dragon becomes their scales harden with the only thing felling a dragon was a bolt through the eye what happened to drogon's evasive skills he displayed in kingslanding he didn't get hit by entire armada but was hit in essos that sounds plausible essos is more magical so if you wanted hurt go the warlock route something essos actually has.

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    1. It's called a fanfic for a reason. Yes, I also thought Dany going through this may be waaay out there, but it is the only way I could explain what she did in King's Landing, if you have a better explanation and idea, I would suggest writing your own fic. As already said, she had a dream in the book of her son Rhaego going through what she goes through in this chapter, all I did was make it a reality and made her be the one to go through it.
      And the reality of Drogon not getting hit in King's Landing I would say was a total crap. He would have been hit then and he would have been hit here too considering Rhaegal was hit 3 times in a row lol. And as already said, if Rhaegal can get shot down by scorpions that are basically behind a whole freaking mountain and miles away, I am pretty sure dropping Drogon from the sky would be easy considering he is hurt and can barely even fly away. So he is slow asf and is literally only a few feet away from the scorpions... At least it seems logical to me that they would drop him.

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