Chapter 65 - Aenar Targaryen, First of His Name (IV)

“In the end, only Blood and Fire really matter. Nothing more and nothing less, that's how we started and that's how we'll end.” Visenya I Targaryen, The Warrior Queen.

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The screams of agony of the men being burnt alive disappeared five minutes after the flames burned down the funeral pyre. When everyone was waiting in silence, the fire began to change, the orange flames turning into fire dragons and flying around.

Aenar couldn't help but notice the same chaotic energy was present at the moment, so he understood how the inhabitants of this world used that energy.

That's what Blood Magic was - a sacrifice.

For the same reason that the people of this planet didn't go mad using the energy of that dimension, they used sacrifices and kept themselves away from corruption and madness. Knowing this, Aenar couldn't help but think of the event that was called the Doom of Valyria.

Aenar theorized that something went very wrong at the time of the sacrifice, which caused a rift in time and space, linking the two worlds, leading to the event that was known as the Doom.

Previously he had tried to see the Doom in person through his Prescience, but it hadn't worked as that part of time was confused and often blacked out.

Suddenly, small roars sounded loudly and the fire grew abnormally, covering half the hall in an instant. The place looked as if it would be consumed by fire, including the entire Great Temple of Volantis, but at that moment, Aenar stretched out her hand and under everyone's surprised eyes, the flames receded and were gradually extinguished, revealing a figure still standing.

Her naked body was covered in soot, she still had hair, but what really caught the eye was the three small winged reptiles covering her nakedness. A black and red dragon emerged from one of her breasts and perched on her shoulder, roaring proudly at everyone who looked at it.

Although rather majestic, his roar sounded rather adorable than threatening, as the little dragon thought he was doing.

Rhaella was breathless seeing her daughter intact in the face of that raging fire. Relief washed over her as she quickly picked up the ready-made dress and walked towards Daenerys with quick steps.

“Mom, I made it.” Not bothering to show her nakedness to everyone present, Daenerys spoke with a big smile on her face. She proudly displayed the three dragons with a very happy and joyful tone. The weight that had been on her shoulders for a year and a half disappeared as if it had never existed in the first place.

“Yes, you did it.” Rhaella said, letting out a big sigh carrying her worries and relief that her daughter was okay. She looked at the three little dragons and smiled gently at them. They would be the weapons that would make House Targaryen rise from the ashes and be reborn again.

Visenya approached, her eyes fixed on the small golden-yellow dragon, who stared back at her. She felt a strange connection forming between her and the little dragon. Then, in an instant, she felt as if she had been struck by thunder from the sky, the feeling coursed through her body and she felt it.

She felt that her mind was connected to another and she could feel what the little dragon was feeling at that moment. It wasn't fear or any other feeling, but an almost supernatural affection that the little creature felt for her.

Under the surprised eyes of Daenerys and Rhaella, the golden-yellow dragon left her mother's arms and flew towards Visenya, who simply held the little creature as if she were holding something extremely precious.

“Syrax.” Visenya whispered the female dragon's name in an instant, she had already thought of the male and female name long before the little dragon was born.

Daenerys was not unhappy to have her daughter taken away from her, but very happy. Perhaps because she was the mother of three dragons, she had a special connection with her adorable dragons. Therefore, she felt only happiness coming from the newly named Syrax.

“Congratulations sister.” While getting dressed with her mother's help, Daenerys spoke looking at her sister holding the little golden-yellow dragon.

Visenya smiled and stroked the little dragon's scales; through her touch, she felt a little warmth, as if she were running her hand quickly over the flame of a candle.

“Thank you, Dany.” She spoke in a genuinely grateful tone for the effort Daenerys had made.

Aenar looked at the small black and red dragon on Daenerys' shoulder and couldn't help but let out a laugh. “You'll have a hard time looking after him when he enters his teenage years.”

Daenerys looked at the adorable dragon cub on his shoulder and couldn't believe that such a cute thing could give her some work.

If Aenar had known her thoughts, he would have rolled his eyes. In the adolescent phase, dragons practically don't obey any orders, although this phase only lasts a few months, it's the most complicated because without the whip, the dragon becomes completely findable.

“Congratulations, Princess. Your stories will be known by the people and have reached every corner of the known world.” Kinvara approached and spoke with a reverent tone, her eyes looking at Daenerys with a much more respectful gaze than before. Daenerys' actions in bathing in the fire without hesitation really won her admiration.

Suddenly, Aenar looked up and smiled. “Looks like she arrived at just the right moment.” He muttered to himself. “Who's arrived?” Rhaella took her eyes off the little bronze dragon and looked at Aenar with a curious look.

“Rhaenys is arriving in Volantis by air.” Aenar replied with a smile, his eyes seeming to cross infinite distances and looking directly at the beautiful silver dragon rapidly approaching Volantis.

Rhaella's eyes widened, then she smiled with a very happy expression. How long had it been since she had seen her lovely granddaughter?

Outside the Great Temple of Volantis - Caraxes, who had been sleeping on the training field, opened his eyes and lifted his huge body off the ground. He raised his head and let out a loud and powerful roar that was heard throughout the city of Volantis.

Surprisingly, a smaller, less powerful roar sounded in response. Caraxes took a few steps forward and soared into the sky in a mere instant.

Oberyn, Arianne, Ellaria and all of Oberyn's daughters looked up at the gigantic crimson dragon soaring through the sky with shocked expressions. There absolutely wasn't a person on the planet who couldn't be impressed by a being of that size.

“Is that really something humans can control?” Arianne muttered to herself. She began to admire her ancestors even more at that moment. Facing Aegon the Conqueror and Balerion the Black Dread definitely must have been something capable of frightening even the bravest Princes and Princesses of Dorne.

“At least we don't have to worry about Sunspear burning down like Harrenhal.” Nymeria joked with an amused smile on her lips. Tyene and Obara rolled their eyes at such an annoying joke at that moment.

Oberyn couldn't help but complain about his daughter's terrible sense of humor.

Not far from Volantis, a silver shadow tore across the sky with surprising speed. If you looked closely, the silver shadow was a dragon. It wasn't very big, and could be considered small compared to Caraxes.

(Note: Moonfyre is about the size of Arrax from House of the Dragon).

Sitting on Moonfyre's neck, Rhaenys, who had traveled for days with Moonfyre, was enjoying the feeling of flying since meeting her dragon in the North.

She greeted no one from House Stark and went straight to the place her brother had told her about. There, she met her dragon for the first time in the flesh.

In the end, even though she knew her brother didn't want her to fly straight to Essos, she had done so and was fast on her way to Volantis. Moonfyre was an extremely fast and agile dragon, her small size enabling her to perform maneuvers in the air that were simply impossible for Caraxes.

Suddenly, when Rhaenys saw Volantis with its great towers, she noticed something gigantic above her. Raising her head, the princess swallowed. Although she knew of Caraxes' existence, she had never seen him and Aenar had said that Caraxes was only slightly large...

If the monster above her was only slightly too big for Aenar, she knew that Moonfyre would be considered a flea in Aenar's eyes.

The gigantic crimson dragon flew past causing strong, violent winds, almost knocking her over for a moment. If it hadn't been for Moonfyre moving away from the dragon, she would probably have experienced something quite desperate.

The people of Volantis were surprised to discover that the gigantic crimson dragon was not alone in the sky, there was a smaller but equally impressive shadow, the silver scales with purple stripes glistening in the sunlight causing many to exclaim aloud.

Rhaenys didn't know where her brother and family were, but she had a way of finding out, she just followed Caraxes and seeing him land on a training ground, she followed in his footsteps.

Jumping off the dragon, Rhaenys couldn't help thinking that it was great to be on dry land, even if flying was simply liberating.

Suddenly, Rhaenys' lilac eyes focused on the group of people approaching.

Rhaenys felt her body tremble, but spoke with a smile. “Grandma!”

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Note: It took me four to five hours to write this chapter on my cell phone, sorry for any frequent mistakes, it's just awful writing on a tiny screen. As for why I'm using my cell phone to write.

Some idiot driving a car got drunk and decided to hit a power pole not far from my house. I've been without power for almost ten hours and with only 4G to check the internet.

I hope the power comes back on soon, being without power is just too weird, the silence is deafening.

I know the chapter wasn't that attractive, but I promise that tomorrow there will be some action and the mc acting like a real king.