The Black Dragon

Hey all! So, this is a fanfic that I've been working on for a while, now. I borrowed several elements from Game of Thrones: Ascent (which I HIGHLY recommend you all play). This is my first fanfic on this site, so constructive criticism is welcome. Enjoy!

The maester entered the darkened chamber, closing the wooden door behind him. The chain he wore around his neck rattled slightly as he walked over to a desk at the room's far end that was lit by several candles. He carried a large, leather-bound book in his arms, and, after sitting down, he placed it on the table. The cover was crimson, with a black, three-headed Dragon in the centre.

Opening it, the maester flipped through its pages, seeing several masterful drawings and a brief series of genealogical and biographical information for several names. He then came to a blank page, and noted that less than half of the book's pages were filled. His purpose here was to rectify that. Taking a quill in hand, he dipped the end into an inkwell before writing at the end of the previous entry.

Drakon Blackfyre, the first of his name, born to Maelys I Blackfyre and unnamed prostitute in Essos in the 258th year after Aegon's Landing. Black of hair with silver streak, amber of eyes. Strong of body and cunning of mind. Wed to Jocelyn Flowers at Ashford in the Reach.

Pausing to dip his quill into the inkpot once more, the maester continued writing.

It is commonly believed that the house of Blackfyre, an offshoot of house Targaryen, died out with the death of its last male member, Maelys I, commonly known as 'Maelys the Monstrous', twenty three years before the death of Aerys II. As maester of the hold Dragon's Rest, I, Lucas, will chronicle the life of my lord, Drakon, the current head of House Blackfyre.

The life of Drakon Blackfyre begins in Essos, where his father, Maelys, the latest and, ultimately, the last of the Blackfyre Pretenders to the Iron Throne, had marshalled his forces along with eight other co-conspirators. While on campaign, Maelys fathered a son with one of the countless prostitutes that followed his army's camp. He allowed the prostitute to foster the boy, wanting to continue the Blackfyre name.

Maelys was slain in battle by Barristan Selmy, one of the greatest knights in the Seven Kingdoms, forty years ago on the Stepstones, a series of islands that lay between Dorne and Essos, and his rebellion was smashed only a few years later. The events of that battle are where my lord Drakon's story truly begins.

Forty years ago; the Stepstones…

Barristan Selmy watched as Maelys Blackfyre, commonly known as 'Maelys the Monstrous', collapsed onto the ground, gurgling as blood began to seep from his mouth. Selmy withdrew his blade from the pretender's throat, and only a few moments later, the last of the Blackfyres perished. All around him, the battle continued to rage, but the remaining men of the Golden Company slowly began to surrender once they realized that their commander was dead.

Ser Barristan looked down once more at the corpse of Maelys, at the shrunken, disfigured second head that sprouted from his neck. Called 'the Monstrous', Maelys was accused of having devoured his own twin while still in his mother's womb, making him a kinslayer even before his birth. No matter his origins, the last Blackfyre had taken arms against the true king of Westeros, but it looked as if his rebellion had ended.

"Ser Barristan!" a voice called to him from nearby. The knight turned to seek out the voice's owner, and was met by the sight of two young men approaching. The one had a head of golden hair and a serious gaze with a suit of armour covered in blood, while the other had a head of silver hair and violet eyes with lesser armour. "Ser Barristan, the day is ours!" the silver-headed youth said with obvious excitement.

"That is it, prince Aerys" Barristan replied. Turning to the golden-haired man, he said "Well fought, Tywin".

"You as well" Tywin Lannister replied. "Come, let us go to the enemies' encampment. There are certainly spoils to be taken".

Ser Barristan then accompanied his friends through the battlefield, seeing what remained of the Golden Company surrendering to the royal army. Eventually, the trio found their way to the enemies' camp, where countless soldiers and knights were already taking the liberty of plundering the tents of valuables and whatever women were present. None stood in the way of the Targaryen prince and the two knights as they entered the largest tent in the camp, the one having previously belonged to the now-late Maelys Blackfyre.

They were surprised at what they found, to say the least.

The tent had the standard trappings for one who would aspire to become king of Westeros. The Blackfyre banners and various furs and treasures gave it a distinctively royal feeling. However, it was what sat in the centre of the tent that caught the three young men's eyes: a raven-haired woman in simple clothes kneeling in front of a small child that stood in front of her and laughed as she played with him. The woman noticed that people had come into the tent, and immediately stood up as she held the child close.

"You won't get him!" she cried, brandishing a knife. "I swear, if any one of ya tries to take him, I'll slice off your cock and stuff it into the other's throat!"

Despite the woman's threat, and the knife she wielded, she presented no real threat to neither Ser Barristan nor his friends. After a moment of silence, Tywin Lannister approached the woman, who waved her knife at him threateningly. The golden-haired man seemed to ignore her threat as he drew his own knife and stabbed her in the throat as he pushed her onto the floor.

The child then began to wail in fear as Tywin began to turn his attention towards him. "Wait!" Aerys cried out, stopping his friend. Kneeling in front of the child, the Targaryen prince ran a hand through his head of black hair, eventually finding a small patch of silver. Ser Barristan looked at the child, at the small bit of silver hair, and said "It cannot be".

Aerys turned to look at him. "It is, Ser Barristan. Though this boy does not possess the full blood of the Dragon, he appears to be the son of Maelys Blackfyre".

"And the woman?" Barristan asked, glancing at her bloodied corpse.

"Probably some whore that the pretender brought to his bed" Tywin said contemptuously as he wiped the blood off of his dagger.

"We should bring him with us when we return to King's Landing" Aerys said.

Both Barristan and Tywin were completely shocked. "My prince", Ser Barristan began, "surely your father would not consent to allowing a traitor's bastard to live amongst your family?"

"He is my family" the prince replied. "The Blackfyres are Targaryen descendants, if you recall. Even if he is a bastard, he is still of my blood, and I will not allow him to die because of his father's choices".

Barristan exchanged a glance with Tywin as the young prince stood up, the child in his arms. "Ser Barristan, I am placing the boy in your charge" he said as he passed the boy over to the knight. The knight held the child in his arms, and he looked into his amber eyes. As the three had been talking, the child continued to wail and moan in fear, but as he looked at Ser Barristan, he calmed, clearly taking some comfort in the knight's presence.

"We must ensure that his existence is kept between us and my family" Aerys said. "If the Seven Kingdoms knew that a Blackfyre remained alive, they would call for his death. The world must believe that the Blackfyre line has ended here, on this day, by your hand, Ser Barristan".