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the northern dragon- part 9.

PART 9: FIRE AND ICE.

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DESCRIPTION: the world thought that just 2 dragons survived, that house targaryen was missing its third head. but there was another– the youngest, the final child of the mad king and queen rhaella. of course, she was almost part of the near extermination of her house. but the honorable ned stark, unable to watch a babe be murdered for crimes she did not commit, rescued her from an awful fate. instead, she grew up amongst wolves within the walls of winterfell.

NOTES: i'm sorry for disappearing for a while, life got crazy but i’m happy to see how many of you are so supportive and still excited to see read this story! i apologize that this chapter is so short as i’m still easing back into writing this and want to make sure nothing sounds out of character for what i’ve established thus far. i’d also love to hear your feedback/suggestions because i want to hear what you all want to see!

WARNINGS: none! just a short chapter.

You stared at the eggs in disbelief, having to run your fingers against each one’s scales to prove to yourself it was real. How could this make any sense? As far as you knew, no one inhabited the island. The usurper’s brother had left. It was just you, Jaime and your crew. So where did they come from? Who left these candles? None of it made any sense.

And yet, that did not faze you. This is what the dreams meant, this is why I’m here, you thought. Across the sea your sister had acquired dragons and now so would you. Were you two to ever team up, you’d be unstoppable.. but you had to push the thought from your mind. You were already a queen and you had people back home that you needed to return to and fight for. But you wouldn’t leave these eggs here, no, they were your destiny. You weren’t sure how but you were absolutely going to watch them hatch and grow.. by any means necessary. Continuing to caress them, you tried your best to make out their appearances in the dim candlelight.

One appeared to be black as night with just hints of grey that streaked across. Another looked as if it was entirely a deep blood red color. The final egg was what looked to be silver with markings you swear looked purple-ish in hue. All you could do was marvel at their beauty seeing as you were completely clueless as to how they could be hatched. The stories of what happened with your sister only ever really said that it was a miracle with absolutely no details. Oh, how you wished you could speak to her, not just for this but to know that you weren’t alone. A Targaryen alone in the world is a terrible thing.

You stared at them until you became exhausted and curled up on the hard floor beside them, hugging your furs close to your body for warmth. That night there were more dreams, just as you expected-- you hoped they’d come and tell you how to hatch these. But this dream was just as cryptic if not more so than the others. A great, roaring flame seemed to burst and out they came, three small dragons who each looked just as the egg they’d come from had. Next thing you knew, each was clung to you. One hung on your shoulder, another perched on your head and the final one being held in your arms like a child. Each one of them was yours and yours alone, you could feel it, there was an instant bond that you knew was impossible in breaking. You couldn’t picture your life without them anymore, like they had always been there. The one that you held in your arms looked up at you, letting out a small yelp that tugged at your heart strings. Just as you were about to respond, you woke up.

Sitting straight up, you gasped for air and felt beads of sweat drip down from your forehead. The dream was telling you that you needed to get to them but you couldn’t figure out how. That’s when you heard footsteps descending down the stairs. No! You needed to be alone. “NO!” you shouted, certainly loud enough for who you assumed to be Jaime to hear you. “VISENYA--” he called out, but you immediately cut him off. “LEAVE ME, PLEASE! PLEASE, JAIME! I NEED TO BE ALONE!” you cried desperately. Then you heard the steps retreat back up. Breathing a sigh of relief, you looked at the eggs. They looked like stone but you knew a life was growing instead.. maybe they had been growing all this time just waiting for you to come home.

It was hard to decipher what your dream had meant but it became clear that fire had to play some part in hatching them. There was your words.. fire and blood, they said. Fire and Blood. It was the key to all of this, you decided. A great fire must roar, just like in your dream, but blood also needed to be shed. Your own, perhaps? It was something you’d gladly give. You’d give anything at this point. Sighing, you basked in the silence where the only noise to be heard was the soft crackling of the candle flame. Your eyes swung back and forth between them all, wondering if they would look just as they had in your dream and if they’d cling to you in the same way. Would they bond to you and only you?

After another day of being completely entranced, you drifted off to sleep again. Your body felt weak. You hadn’t had any water or food since you’d arrived but you couldn’t tear yourself away from them, as if even a moment spent away meant that they’d die and it’d be all your fault. There was another dream, as to be expected at this point. In it, the great fire roared again with your eggs visible in the middle of it all. Testing your theory, you sliced a deep wound in your hand with the blade you kept with you at all times and squeezed the blood into the flame. At this point, your hand was blatantly in the fire but it did not burn. In fact, it’s warmth felt good. But as you waited, nothing happened. No matter how much blood you shed, the eggs stayed as still as stone. So what was it? What was the secret to this all? As your frustration built, you were awakened once again.

Immediately, you looked to them. “What is it you want?” you asked. “I need you,” you added desperately. You hadn’t even known what you had come to Dragonstone for but now that you did, you couldn’t leave without them. Nothing and no one could get you to leave their side until you’d figured it out. So you were going to do everything you could possibly think of. But first, you needed to build the flame-- that much was clear. What would come next was unclear but the large fire that they would sit in was absolutely necessary. So, you pushed the candles together so that their flames would combine, but still that was not nearly enough. Then you came to your knees again, scanning the ground. Was there some way to make a large fire? There had to be, right?

Yes. There was a liquid that coated the ground around the candles and eggs that you somehow hadn’t noticed before. Once again, you weren’t sure where it all came from but it didn’t matter to you. This was how you’d do it, something in your gut told you so. Hesitantly, you took one handle and lightly dipped its flame down into the mysterious liquid and it immediately ignited. You scrambled back as it quickly became out of control. The flames began to lick at your feet and while it melted the bottoms of your shoes, you felt no pain. Seems the whole “blood of the dragon” thing was real after all. What else could explain the fact that fire did absolutely nothing to you?

So, the fire grew larger and large until it engulfed the eggs and the surrounding area. You could see them sitting there just like it had been in your dream. But you knew that spilling your blood over them would not help you. So what else was there to do? What blood must you give and how? You stuck your fingertips into the fire, head tilted with curiosity. Then it was your whole and arm with absolutely no feeling besides an honestly comforting warmth. It was calling to you, just like before. So you did what felt right and walked into the flames more and more until you were at the center with the flames raging all around you. You gathered the eggs in your arms and held them close to your body.

THIRD PERSON POV.

Jaime had been anxiously sitting at the large table that seemingly once served as a room meant for plotting war moves. The house markers left behind were proof of such. That’s when he heard a large explosion come from the dungeons beneath him. His heart began to race and he took off, fearing the absolute worst. What had she gotten herself into down there? He knew that he should’ve just come down regardless. She was being reckless in keeping him away and he just let her.

He raced down the stairs hoping that it wasn’t as serious as he thought. But he was wrong. When he reached the bottom, he could see a completely out of control fire and no Visenya in sight. “VISENYA!” he screamed out as he came running closer. He could see the figure of someone standing at the fire’s center but that made no sense. Even if someone were to be burning alive in front of him, he would hear their screams of agony or watch them collapse. No one could stand there silently while skin melted from bone. Then, the fire exploded into an even larger flame and he, of course, jumped back. But then it completely died out.

As his eyes adjusted, it appeared as if the figure were still standing in the same spot. But how was that possible? Was this some strange nightmare? It must’ve been because this made no sense. The figure came closer and as it did, it looked as if it were some grotesque, amalgamated humanoid. When he finally saw, though, it was even more shocking. Dim light cascading down from the stairwell just barely lit what stood before him. There stood Visenya, soot covering her skin but seemingly no wounds, with dragons. One had perched itself on her head, another on her shoulder and one she held cradled in her hands. “Wh..” He was at a loss for words.

“I told you I needed to be here for a reason. The reason was them. They needed me,” she said. “I..” He still couldn’t figure out what to say and instead began to hurriedly take off his furs to cover her exposed body. But as he nearly her, the small creature let out what would’ve been a growl had it not been so little. It startled him yet she never flinched. Instead, she turned to look at the one who had made its place on her shoulder. “It’s okay,” she said softly. Nudging the creature down her arm and cradling it the way she had the other, she nodded to Jaime. He cautiously placed the cloth around her shoulders and she adjusted to wrap them around herself before holding the dragons close to her again. Without a word, she started back up the stairs and Jaime followed closely behind.

BACK TO READER’S POV.

They were here. You stepped into the flames, offering yourself to its mercy and when they died down, so did the old you. You had been reborn in that moment with your very own dragons as proof of it. Y/N would always be your name but you felt a whole new connection to Visenya. The woman you had been named after was a dragonrider and you would be one too. You wanted to embrace the dragon while still loving the wolf. And you would. When you returned to the North, you vowed to proudly present your dragons and make sure that no harm came to them. You vowed to yourself not to fear what the people might say. But you had also made a vow to the people to stand at their side and fight with them. Who could turn down a little extra help, right?

When you reached the room you’d been staying in, you let each of them onto your bed while you found something to wear. After dressing, you sat on the bed with them, gently caressing each one. You had decided that silver dragon with accents of purple would be named Vhagar in hopes that she would grow as big and strong as the one who came before her. The one who was entirely red would be called Raela for the mother you never knew. And finally, the black one with streaks of grey would be Nederys for the man who had saved your life. It felt right.

You nearly pinched yourself as you watched them coo at one another, finding it so hard to believe that this was reality. The world had thought that the dragons were gone but you and your sister had proven that not to be true. With any luck, this was only the beginning.

There was a light knocking on your door followed by a quiet voice, “Visenya?” Jaime inquired. Tearing your gaze away from the creatures, you opened the door and tilted your head slightly. “Yes?” you questioned. “Are you.. are you okay?” he asked, seemingly at a loss for words. “And why wouldn’t I be?” You had never felt better, in fact. You had spent most of your life hiding who you were and now you were embracing it.. thriving, even, as you embraced your Valyrian roots. He looked utterly shocked and the sight made you grin. You had completely bursted out of your shell-- no longer the “lowborn” girl who hid away back in Winterfell. You were a Stark, a Targaryen, a Queen and now a mother to your own dragons. “Well, you did step out of roaring flames..” he replied with a dry chuckle.

Yes, you did. Yet you had remained unscathed, save for the clothes that had been burned away and the soot that had covered your skin. “It was what they needed,” you said simply, looking over at the dragons on your bed and each of them tilted their heads curiously. You couldn’t help but to smile. “I suppose it is..” he replied, sighing. “Have you finished what your mission here? Are we returning to your husband now?” he asked, one brow quirked. “Which, if I may, I don’t see the northmen being too thrilled about their queen returning with, well-- weapons. Fire and ice don’t mix well.” He wasn’t wrong, you knew that.. but it didn’t change the frustration that his statements caused you.

“No,” you replied sternly. For someone who had been pushed the side most of her life, you wore confidence quite well. “There is still much to be done.”

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