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The Dragon Empire

Arc: The Dragon

Chapter I: The Dragon's Dream

Essos. The continent was on fire. A flame that began from Pentos and slowly spread to the other Free Cities, unrestrained, but the fire seemed insatiable because after the daughters of Valyria, it headed for the khalasares, and then to the Slave Bay. Even after having burned so much, the fire seemed to only grow in intensity and spread further, to the point where it reached the east and met yitish and lengii, but even they could not contain the advancing flame until at last the flame consumed the whole world in an indomitable way and no one can oppose it until it took the form of a giant dragon and roared loudly shaking the world.

Armies swarmed on battlefields, thousands dying as wildfire raged among men. Enclosures were set up as men shouted as beasts cut through the air, cities burned and thousands died, but the battles were not just ramparts or fields. Men and women debated in councils, shouting and cursing in despair. Spies were stationed, assassins watching from the shadows, priests preached in the squares to hopeless populations, all had the purpose of personal gain. Fear gripped people's hearts, and the longing for change made tears of blood weep, but nowhere did their salvation come.

Suddenly the shadow of a great winged beast hung over all Essos, everyone could see the majestic and magnificent beast that sent the most different emotions to the hearts of men and women such as envy, hatred, desire, fear, greed. Many admired the beast, others wanted to kill her, others feared her, for her stature was striking on men. The beast seemed to notice nothing below it, as if it were above the existence of small, inferior beings, but at last something caught the beast's attention and with a roar that shook the structures of the world descended upon the earth at impressive and incomprehensible speeds to your size. Before it hit the ground its giant toothy mouth opened and then a wave of fire descended on everyone below, exactly where Pentos was.

Aegon Targaryen woke up sweating, his body burning like a fever, but the man felt good. She could not quite understand what had happened or what it was, he actually had some notion, but she could understand it as the sign she had asked of her ancestors and gods of her family. Not quite as he expected to receive a signal, especially for the reason that he was somewhat skeptical, but he would not complain of one when it was given that way. Just as his mind had turned to Westeros he was receiving that dream, it was something to reflect on, so he slowly got out of bed to put on trousers and a doublet, the next Blackfyre sword always ready to be worn.

Dragonstone was home to Targaryen House years before the Valyrian Doom, Aenar Targaryen warned by his daughter Daenys took everything he had and left. Many of the Valyrian lords took it as cowardice and that Aenar was giving up the constant dispute that was taking place between them. The truth came out years later when only the Targaryen family escaped the great catastrophe that struck Valyria and its inhabitants. At Westeros they became a sizable force dominating Blackwater Bay, the only living dragons in the world now in their possession, with their Balerion dragon being the largest, though Meraxes and Vhagar were also magnificent beasts. The younger dragons were their two wives, Rhaenys and Visenya, who were as different as day and night.

Visenya was a born warrior, since childhood she trained with the sword, and along with the other boys in the training yard. It was relentless and cold, feared among the soldiers, rumors said that it stirred alchemy and magic, the populace also talked about baby sacrifices. Though a stiff and cold woman, Visenya was more beautiful than any other woman in Westeros and Essos, only Rhaenys outnumbered her in beauty. Aegon had heard from many who married her out of duty and her younger sister Rhaenys out of love and desire, that was half true, though she had actually married Visenya for her family's duty, loved her sister, and even though she didn't like it or if he thought it wanted to protect her, he couldn't stand the notion of losing her. He was one of the people he trusted most alongside Orys and Rhaenys, though Baratheon was Aegon's best friend and so they were closer and more connected.

Rhaenys was beloved, a beautiful woman in every way. Lover of music and art, with a great sense of equality and justice, an adventurous woman who loved spending time on her dragon exploring and discovering new places. Some said she slept with singers and bards, but Aegon knew better, her sister just liked the flirting and teasing and also being fawned and spoiled by everyone around her. Of the three Targaryen she was surely the best dragon rider, for she spent more time with her beast, but Rhaenys's beauty and mount were not her only saving attributes, for she also knew how to manage a castle and land as well as she could inspire men around you with your kind words and your kind soul.

Aegon was the middle brother of the two women, a strong and determined man. Who was born and raised to be a king and lord, skilled with the sword, though better commanding troops and administering people. He knew how to unite people and listened to each other, made no difference between small and large, believed that all people should receive the least respect and consideration, for he commanded not only lords but also soldiers who had families. He had no right to ask his men to follow and die to a man they didn't know, and a man who didn't treat them with respect or their equals.

The moment he pointed in the courtyard the men stopped their activities to look at their lord, with a nod from Aegon returned, as they seemed to try harder, for they were aware of the ever-attentive gaze directed at them. Orys Baratheon Aegon's bastard brother was standing there in the courtyard with his sword at his waist, taking care of the Dragonstone men with an iron fist. Approaching the bastard brother stopped beside him. They both had a unique understanding that even silence was a form of conversation between them.

- What ails you Aegon? – Orys's voice inquired, not looking away from the men who trained.

- A dream. Gather my counselors. Like Visenya and Rhaenys, we need to talk and make plans for the future. It's time. – His brother nodded briefly before retreating toward his brother's mission. Aegon kept a close eye on the soldiers they trained, were good warriors, and tested mainly in the war of Pentos and Tyrosh against Volantis, outside their first war and won. After the victory Tyrosh's men wanted him to stay and rule the Free Cities, but preferred to return and plan. He was intent on conquering Westeros and the quarrelsome Seven Kingdoms who seemed to need a strong hand to rule them, but in the face of that dream their plans would have to change, though he thought his men would be more afraid than the Westeros invasion they had planned for some time. time.

Aegon could understand the complexity of an invasion of either continent, not least because he had fewer troops and resources available than these, although he had one factor none had: dragons. It was easy to understand that any man with a shred of conscience would be afraid to face dragons in battle, for they had the power to change battles and difficult scenarios, as well as their fear of men and the fact that they had them by their side. useful in negotiations and other more complex issues.

The conquest factor in Essos would surely generate opposition mainly from Volantis and Braavos, the two most powerful free cities that in an undeclared way vied for control over the continent. Any hostile action taken against either of them would have to be decisive, as neither could become an example of resistance to any territory it came to dominate, but had to break both and show that opposition to the dragon would not be tolerated and that the payment would be given with fire and blood. He was not a cruel man or lover of violence, but his goal would be to shed a few gallons of blood from people he would not want to shed on other occasions.

Before any movement would have to win the support of their vassals and friends, for such a venture it was necessary to surround themselves with the most faithful friends and advisers, could obviously use different methods to convince them, but wanted people really engaged with their cause and who had willing to let go of the mediocrity of their lives and have a new challenge, Aegon would not settle for being a minor gentleman, especially with the resources at his disposal.

Their initial motivation had been Westeros, mainly because of their disunity and clashes that would make it impossible for them to unite against their invasion. He had weighed all the factors and his chances of victory were great, due to the fact that Harren Hoare and Argilac Durrandon were in each other's throats, as well as the Dornish raids. The Vale and North were the quest due to the Three Sisters again. These were all opportunities that could be used and seized to conquer these unopposed territories of these kings, but with the dream that had their plans had to take new directions. His father always said that he should listen carefully to what his dreams said, for they had warned Daenys about the Valyria Perdition. Aegon would not tread on the ancestral gift his family had or could have serious consequences for his future, for at one time or another, disobedience was charged and the price was sometimes too high and most of the time something was lost that he did not want.

Slowly he paced the courtyard, thinking of the options ahead, not easy decisions, and most of them were divided into numerous branches of choice, which were further divided by contemplating them. It was at this point in particular that he had to make a firm decision and hold her to the end regardless of the circumstances before him, not a moment of indecision or fear, his lords had to see him as an example of leadership, a bastion of strength in which they could stand and trust. At that moment he had to be the king he was born to be, and kings were not undecided or cowered by the fear of hesitation or failure that might lie before him, however much his mind would drift into dark and black thoughts, would not allow it, he had to sweep everything in front of him for that difficult moment.

As his thoughts drifted, a guard approached to say that his advice awaited him, sighing Aegon began to walk to his personal manor where they were waiting. He was quite sure that everyone there would support him in the endeavor, some even shared his ambition, but despite all the support he received it was necessary to keep a cool head and be tactical in the decisions to make, for that had Orys and Visenya who had good minds for battle and war. In the political and diplomatic spheres, Rhaenys was the most apt, as it would not always be necessary to burn and destroy the enemies, sometimes unions and dialogue had more effect than a show of strength and terror, that meeting was only to inform of its decision and to see each one's reactions there after, when all the lords were assembled, detailed and thorough planning would be done with countless men so that they could succeed in various areas.

The Dragonstone corridors brought back memories of the lessons he received from his father Aerion. A wise and steadfast man given to temperate advice, Aegon followed his parent's example in several areas, except for his ambition. Aerion Targaryen had always been more focused on Essos than on Westeros, but above that, he never really planned big things or sought to create something so that his name would be marked in history, but rather sat down and rule his lands so that they prospered and his people had. A good life. He could understand his father's side and his thoughts, but they were the keepers of the last living dragons, they had the blood of Old Valyria, the divided Free Cities was almost a sign for them to move forward and take care of them, but even when Aegon insisted Aerion didn't care. moved from his thoughts. Slowly the thoughts of uniting Essos turned to Westeros to unify the quarrelsome Seven Kingdoms under one king and one family, had once planned that, but their plans seemed to be changed by the harsh fate that always liked to nail the unwary.

His conquest, however, needed something he still lacked: an heir. If he had a son, men would not fear that his offspring and dynasty would fade into a possible death; he urgently needed to place a son in Rhaenys or Visenya, someone of his own blood who could teach to reign in the future. A son he would raise to be a king worthy of his height, for he would not accept weak and unworthy children, needed great kings to form his kingdom and pursue what he wanted to build, he did not care if they were not born warriors. But they had to be strong, determined men, not afraid of the decisions they had to make.

In his personal manor were Orys, Maester Gyldayn, Visenya, and Rhaenys, the closest advisers he had, and those who shared ties. Gyldayn had been his tutor in his childhood and taught him far more than any he had ever had, in his head were already the first strands of white hair, but he still had the strength of youth and wisdom of years in the Citadel. Orys was his best friend, fellow-weapon in childhood, his strong right hand, more than any other man could ever be in his life, their friendship greater than anything, and Aegon would trust him with his life. Visenya and Rhaenys were his wives and sisters, he loved them, and they both came from the same womb, they were strong, determined women, more capable than most living, smart men.

Orys kept a straight face, knowing a little about the reason behind the meeting, Gyldayn had a smile in his eyes as if he already knew what was going to be dealt with there, which reinforced his confidence in the older man. Rhaenys seemed curious about what they would debate, while Visenya kept her usual neutral expression.

- You must be wondering why I called you here. The reason is that the time of conquest has arrived, although the place is not what we had discussed before, but nothing to fear. – The words seemed to have the same effect on everyone: surprise. Perhaps with the exception of Orys, the others seemed curious as to why the change of plans, but it was only Visenya who expressed doubt and curiosity.

- And where would this place be, my brother? – Aegon allowed himself a brief smile, knowing that he would be seen with some boldness and risk.

- Essos. – and as imagined the reactions were the most diverse, from amazement to fun, but it was that moment when he saw no disagreement of the members of the room. The most he got was a serious, thoughtful expression from Gyldayn, and a cryptic half-smile from Visenya that was a good support at the moment. Aegon could understand where everyone's thoughts were going, especially because Free Cities were powerful and rich, but that didn't make them unconquerable or unbeatable and would prove it to the whole world.

- How daring Aegon, why such a change now? – Until yesterday you seemed determined to unify the Seven Kingdoms and be king over each of them, but today has everything changed happened? Rhaenys was the person who knew her best in the world, even in the smallest expressions she seemed to decipher and understand him, since children seemed to share that connection and mutual understanding, and it was what had romantically involved them as adults.

- Yes. Tonight I had a dream. A very real dream about a dragon that dominated Essos. I know that might mean nothing, but Daenys, the Dreamer had a dream about the Valyrian Doom, Aenar paid attention and with that the Targaryens survived while the other Valyrian families were destroyed. There is a gift in the blood of our family, and I will not despise this probable warning, and I will not condemn our house to destruction for not listening to a warning. – Understanding ran through everyone's eyes, though Gyldayn raised in the Citadel had Valyrian blood and understood Aegon well, and if the man's eyes said anything, he would like to study about the event.

- Conquering Essos will be harder than the Seven Kingdoms, we will need to be faster and more objective if we want to succeed, you are aware of this Aegon. – Visenya had chosen that moment to manifest and as always brought a cooler and slightly pessimistic vision. Aegon understood the difficulties ahead, but he would not back down, however, a quick move was needed to gain time.

- Gyldayn. Summon the vassals, call Massey too, he wants to distance himself from Storm's End, let's use this to our advantage. Visenya you will prepare the forces, resources and whatever it takes, we need to be ready for a quick and effective attack. Rhaenys you will take care of the reception of the lords and their companions, I want them well entertained and the will, bards and singers must walk among men putting longing and desire for glory, our morals cannot go down or we will be lost. These are the orders, after the arrival of the lords we will talk in more detail about each point. Orys want you to stay, we need to talk. – With those last words the others withdrew, although Visenya looked annoyed, but said nothing. Rhaenys walked toward her, kissing her lips, gluing the two bodies together before pulling away with a smile that promised a date later. Leaving the carnal desire aside, he approached Orys who was inquiring with his eyes wondering what would be said.

- Follow me my brother. – Many whispered that Orys was Aerion Targaryen's bastard to any woman, and that was a complete lie, for Orys's mother was Meaghan Baratheon a valyrian noblewoman who had married Aerion in secret and that was one of the moments. who made his mother Valaena leave and retire to Driftmark. Aegon had never resented his wife and Orys, for his brother was a man above all else, skilled in command and government, a man who Aegon would entrust any secrets and life to his brother and knew that he thought the same about himself and himself. I imagined the same things.

- I know we are still a little far from our goal, but you will command my military forces and actions by my side. You will be second after me, and apart from Visenya and Rhaenys, you will command everyone if you say the forces will march they will. When our achievement is accomplished I want you to rule by my side and I will reward you greatly for your loyalty and fidelity to me, you are my brother and companion in arms, I trust you with my life and I know you will always help me to follow the best path and will always be loyal. – Aegon wasn't allowed to show much emotion, but with some people he allowed himself to release that more severe and cold expression, and Orys was one of those people who had the privilege of seeing her more willingly and loosely from the shackles of formality and discretion.

- I see brother. You know I'll do anything you ask me, and I don't need to advise you prudently, because you have plenty of decisions to make, but we need to be careful about that conquest and strike hard and hard to make that conquest successful. First we need the lords united under their banner and all available forces, and first of all we need to establish a safe point. My advice is that we attack Pentos first, it is weaker due to the end of the Blood Century, as well as the vast majority of Free Cities, however, with its arrival to conquer the continent we must beware of a coalition of these cities against us, we need to be faster than they can react for us to capitalize on our strength. – His brother's words were wise, as much as he knew of each of them, yet it was always good to see that Orys's thoughts ran in the direction his own. That connection between them was forged by years and years of training together and sharing experiences such as war two years earlier and the moments of tension that they lived mainly in battles in which their lives were in danger.

- Yes, I'm aware of that, I'll give you some details on what I plan. – Then slowly Aegon began to explain his plans to Orys, going through every detail and point that had been highlighted in his mind. Brother would sometimes say something or suggest a change, thoughts would interconnect and unconsciously their minds would rush together and think of similar things, although he considered his plan very good, with the suggestions and points highlighted by Orys, the plan seemed perfected and even better than the original sketch Aegon had put together in his mind. By that time they were already out of Dragonstone, time had passed quickly as they talked and debated, though that moment was good between them, Orys had duties to deal with and couldn't escape them even if he was with his lord, so the They parted with a greeting and a mutual smile of friendship.

Aegon could feel the sun bathing his skin, the warmth of warmth brought him good memories of the time when he was just a little boy with no responsibility in the world, and that changed on the day the Black Dread came, Balerion, the oldest dragon in Dragonstone. The black winged beast had come from Valyria beside Aenar Targaryen, the dragon was terrible and ruthless in battle, his will was iron, his black skin was like the harbinger of death to any enemy of his. The flames of Balerion were so hot that they easily melted armor and weapons, and if they kept fire they could melt iron and stone, the dragon was sovereign in the heavens, had the stature of a king, and his presence inspired fear and fear, no one had The courage to get close to him, most of the inhabitants were far from his lair and it was at age eight that one night Aegon fled his room and went around the island looking for the dragon. His father had placed every available man in Dragonstone behind the heir, and when hopes were running low, Balerion soared into the roaring skies so hard that the island seemed to tremble, and to everyone's surprise, Aegon rode the great dragon, her mother had been desperate, Rhaenys stared in wonder, while Visenya looked a little jealous. His father had not said a word, but from that day on his training and classes tripled and whenever he asked his father why he said he was forging a man, but Aegon could understand that day that his father was teaching him to be king and how to rule a kingdom not just an island. Aerion had instilled his mind, instigated his thirst for knowledge, talking about the problems of both Essos and Westeros, saying that a strong man should unify or impose his will on those troubles, and that was a radical vision for a man who always avoided conflict but he could understand that his father was training him to do what he never had the courage to do. If he could find at that moment his father would thank him for all he had done and how much he had pushed to get as much as he could, it forged Aegon into what he was today and was ready to do what he was born destined to obtain: conquer and forge a dynasty.

Unconsciously she had gone to Balerion's lair that was now near Dragonstone, a huge volcanic cave so dark that not even squinting could be seen inside or see any living soul, but Aegon knew the dragon was there for the night. bond they shared. Stopping at the entrance to the cave, Blackfyre pulled the gun high above his head, and it was at that moment that two bright eyes appeared in the sea of darkness that bathed the cave, and from within Balerion emerged imposing, languidly stretching, but despite the apparent disinterest and laziness, the beast demanded respect only for its presence.

Approaching the beast touched its black scales feeling the heat beneath them, it was like sunlight, so intense that if you leaned against them knew that not even the coldest night would bother him, was admirable and still amazed sometimes that Beasts like these had subjected themselves to being ridden by small men, however much he descended from those men, he knew that if one day Balerion wanted to devour him, he could do nothing but accept his fate, but he could not think of it, for fear could not be feared. taming a dragon or riding one, her conviction and will had to be strong or the dragon's will would overpower her, so she never let hesitation or fear overtake her for a moment.

- You feel not my friend? It's almost time for us to fight together again. We'll show the world the rage of the Dragon and the Black Dread, so I promise I'll let you rest and eat as much as you big slacker. – Balerion with those words seemed to snort contemptuously, before stretching his great wings and straightening, Aegon knew he wanted to fly with his tamer and quickly climbed him. Some would never ride the dragon without the equipment to attach them to the animal, but Aegon had still been trained in the ways of the older Valyrians and was not afraid of falling, let alone from great heights and when engulfed by the breath of air that came when Balerion He jumped into the air and allowed himself a big smile.

Many people said that the first death, the first time with a woman, was a great and unforgettable moment, but Aegon could tell that none of those sensations compared to being on the back of a dragon flying across the sky without any restrictions. At that moment he felt without any responsibility in the world, he was like a simple and trouble-free man, an ordinary person, but his mind never let him forget who he was and what he was born to in that world. The closest sensation she felt was omnipotence, Aegon felt capable of anything, no man, god, or force could stop her on Balerion, it was a sense of delight and at the same time terrifying, for she could sense a dark side within her himself awakening at the time, but knew it was due to power and power corrupted even the best men, so he never let the power go to his head, even if it was very difficult because of the amount of power at his disposal, he let that is just a side detail of your focus on life.

While flying under Balerion a great altar caught his eye, it had been erected by Gaemon the Glorious and his sons to celebrate an unspecified conquest. He remembered visiting with his father when he was twelve days after his name, it was a trip to honor the Valyrian ancestral gods and their predecessors. Two great totem poles surrounded the great altar, dedicated to Balerion and Syrax, ancient Valyrian gods who had once been worshiped. It was a hidden structure that went unnoticed by anyone on earth, and could only be seen from the heavens, so only Aegon and his sisters knew about it.

When he reached the altar he could see that no one had come here in many, for the necklace he had brought as an offering to the gods was still there, though weathered, he could still glimpse the totem tied to a silver cord that he had. been given by your mother in childhood. His father had ordered him to bring an offering that was important to him and had an emotional attachment, at the time all he had was that necklace and then offered it to the gods, asking for strength and wisdom to be a great man, it seemed to have been answered. by the ancestral gods. Taking the necklace in his hand, he remembered that his mother had given him when he celebrated the sixth day of his name, the totem attached to him was a sculpted three-headed dragon, at the time he had caught his eye as he began to imagine a three-headed dragon. making even dreams and nightmares a good memory, and even more with her mother who had gone into exile at Driftmark, she wished she were by his side for what lay ahead, but she couldn't regret that in that one. Right now, I needed focus.

Slowly he took the totem in his hand and said a new prayer to the gods represented there, asking for strength and luck in the coming battles that might bring the Valyrians back to the height of the world, while praying a strong wind blew just as the sun seemed to heat up. For a few moments until everything stopped, he didn't know if that was a positive or negative answer, but knowing that he wouldn't receive that answer, he turned to mount Balerion and retire from the sanctuary without looking back, even if he felt himself being watched by something. .

The rest of the day went normal with many crows flying and men starting preparations to receive guests and the troops marching and rehearsing Orys-led battle formations, the islanders had received the news with some caution but no riots or protests, some young people had even come to enlist, as well as some fishermen. All help was welcome to prepare the island for the guests who would soon be there with retinues, Aegon had trained alongside the soldiers passing even some tips, but always letting Orys command the exercises, wanted to analyze how much his brother was respected among the men, and was not surprised to see that he was very well liked.

As night fell, she bathed and ate a frugal meal, and she had to keep her physique healthy and strong for the war, but the surprise was when she returned to her quarters to see Rhaenys in all her naked glory waiting for him among the blankets of skin. A warm invitation of pleasure and passion, Aegon did not deny that welcome invitation. Their bodies had danced in a slow, sensual rhythm, sweat dripping on their skins, lips together and tongues fierce, dueling, while man and woman came together vigorously over and over, making their loins almost hurt with the need for release. . Aegon drank from his sister's body as much as he could, tasting each curve, caressing every inch of pale skin, as much as he knew Rhaenys's body as he knew the Dragonstone map still pleased her to feel the soft skin molding beneath her. his palm and longing for his touch with sighs and hoarse inviting moans.

Night fell outside the castle, moonlight poured softly through the half-open window, Aegon felt a slight ache in his hips and groin as well as a slight sting of how resilient and hungry Rhaenys was when they were together. Speaking of her sister, she was nestled in her body sleeping peacefully against her bare chest, feeling the soft curves against her made her feel terribly arrogant to have such beauty in his arms and to know that no other man could have her. Despite all the good things, he hoped that tonight he had put a child inside Rhae, it would be a personal joy, but also very useful for his conquest and future plans, he would never use his future children as objects or bargains, however. having children would make men accept the dynasty, especially if the son was strong and a worthy heir. Leaving those thoughts out of his mind, he allowed himself to close his eyes and wait for the sweetness of sleep, for the next morning many things would be done.

Sleep did not take long to come, but not as imagined. Hundreds of dragons flew eastward, and as much as he tried to turn back, he was driven to move along in that direction, so he stood in the way, much astonished at how many dragons and their varieties, was like a rainbow of dragons. Some dragons were small enough for a child to ride, but others he saw were even larger than Balerion, and a few that flew higher were gigantic, almost wing-like islands, terrifying, but Aegon couldn't look away or do anything. nothing but going on seeing that magnificent scene. He had walked so long that he had lost all sense of space and distance, but curiously he felt no tiredness or pain in his feet and legs, although he could see that the dragons were stopping near a large cliff and even more surprising was to see a man with platinum hair. sitting on the edge as if the dragons around him were nothing.

The closer he came to the picture he had the feeling that he knew the person, but his mind could not fit the pieces to decipher that picture, something was missing there and began to open his mouth to question the man sitting, but he seemed to realize that, because if She turned with a gentle smile on her lips and the calm look that was always natural to her, as if in those two oceans of violet nothing could disturb her calm. Aegon was shocked unable to form coherent words, feeling all kinds of emotions coursing through his body, but again the figure anticipated any action he might have taken.

- You grew up my son, I'm very proud of you, come sit with me, or soon you will swallow a dragon with that mouth open. – The amusing and playful tone made Aegon awaken from the shock and a little stumbling approaching his father, it was completely crazy all that, had no logical explanation for it, so found himself staring at the older man as he sat on the edge of the cliff .

- For some things the logic does not apply Aegon. I've been watching you since my death, I must say that you have accomplished more than I already have, I must say that you had the courage to take two wives, the gods know that one is too complicated, two more, treat your sisters well or when you die we will have a more serious conversation. – Aegon had not yet understood how she was meeting her father, but soon her mind began to function more normally and she left that detail behind so that she would eventually look over him.

- I imagine this is not a gift of the Valyrian gods, but a dragon's dream for some purpose. – For a moment he saw pride shine in his father's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by the natural calm that man had always had in life.

- Exactly. I have two warnings and one advice. Beware of the steel-fanged East Serpent, it can be a great stone in your path that if you are not careful enough it will devour you. The advice is that you must now attack the Free Cities, if you wait any longer you will not succeed in that plan. – It all seemed very vague and as if important parts were missing that could not fit or be said, but he memorized the warning and advice, still staring at his father without knowing how to proceed, until a realization came to him.

- And the second warning? – A sad smile broke out on Aerion Targaryen's lips, making Aegon's skin crawl.

- Look down. – As soon as he did, it was as if he could see the whole known world and had two visions. In the first of them a dynasty reigned in peace and stability, people were happy, wars had not been seen for centuries and centuries, kind and righteous kings followed one after another, and all the land was blessed and prospered, but soon the vision faded dissipated. In the second vision the land was consumed by death, plague, famine, and war, mothers disintegrated over their young children so thin they could see their ribs, men would leave their homes to hang themselves and not see their family dying, girls in at an early age they prostituted themselves, all gnashed their teeth cursing the dynasty that had brought such calamity upon the world, until at last the whole world was consumed in fire and destruction with nothing left to be saved. When he came out of the vision, he was sweating profusely, his breath was short and quick as if he had just come from the sea. Aegon could not yet fully understand the vision, but his father's voice came sharply and with a steel rarely seen.

- You are destined to establish a dynasty that will last for centuries, perhaps millennia, but this dynasty is doomed two ways: prosperity or destruction. – It is up to you my son to make the right decisions so that the path of destruction will not be realized or we will all be lost. Aerion looked skyward sadly as if talking to someone until he turned to Aegon who was still totally lost.

- It was good to see you my son, tell your mother and sisters that I love them. Give me many grandchildren and be a great king. Bye Aegon. – Before he could speak his father pushed him off the cliff causing him to fall towards the mainland, and when he was about to hit the earth he woke up screaming.

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