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Chapter Six(Fire and Blood)

Location: Unknown Region, Essos. Time: One Year Later.

—Haeron Targaryen POV—

Haeron takes a deep breath, the heat from the sun almost unbearable, even inside of the carriage. Rhaenys and Daenerys both sit in the carriage with him, though all three keep a few feet between themselves to keep cooler.

Over the past few weeks, Haeron would freely admit that he missed the weather in his old world. He would even prefer being freezing cold over the miserable heat he was subjected to.

Besides him, Rhaenys sighs, sweat rushing down her forehead. "Hae, isn't there some sort of magic you can use to cool us down?"

Haeron mentally facepalms. "Actually, yes. What was I thinking? I could have remembered that weeks ago and none of us would have been so miserable."

Rhaneys chuckles, "It's okay, Hae. You are still only seven. Mistakes happen."

Haeron sighs but calls out, "Ser Arthur, See Jamie, stop both carriages."

A moment later, the carriage around them comes to a stop. Jamie opens the door. "Yes, Your Grace?"

Haeron rises from his spot in the carriage and climbs out of the carriage. He walks over to the other carriage and opens the door. "Hello mother, grandmother. I am so sorry I didn't think of this sooner."

Before either of them can ask, Haeron closes his eyes and focuses. Under his breath, he mutters, "Glacius Nedum."

Both his mother and grandmother gasp, looking at him in shock. Rhaella leans forward, "Thank you so much, Haeron. My old body couldn't take much more of this heat."

Haeron smiles, though he feels his body sway from the use of his power. "Ser Arthur, call over the Lord Commander and Ser Oswell Whent."

Once all four members of the King's Guard are present, Haeron repeats the incantation. His body wavers as the four men gasp in surprise at the difference. "Thank you, Your Grace. Are you all right?" The Lord Commander asks.

Haeron nods, leaning on Arthur for support. "I am alright, Lord Commander. I just need rest after using my magic. Take me back to my carriage."

Arthur helps Haeron back over to his carriage, aiding the young king as he climbs inside. Haeron closes the door, collapsing to the soft cushion of the carriage. He slowly sits up, feeling the concern from Dany and Rhaenys. "I am alright. I really need to begin using magic more. My magical core is weak and even using a small spell has left me exhausted."

Haeron shakes his head, focusing on his magic once more, focusing on him, Rhaneys, and Daenerys. "Glacius Nedum."

Both Rhaenys and Daenerys sigh in relief as their bodies cool down. Their eyes fill with concern as Haeron collapses back once more, eyes rolling back in his head.

Location: Targaryen Manse, Meereen. Time: One Week Later.

—Haeron Targaryen POV—

Haeron slowly blinks his eyes open, wincing at the ache he feels in his muscles. "Oh, thank the gods." He hears.

As his vision clears, he sees his mother hovering over him, concern written all over his face. "Don't ever do that again, Hae." She scolds him, pulling him into her arms.

Haeron frowns, "What happened?"

Rhaenys places a hand on his arm, "You collapsed after using that spell. You've been out for a week."

Haeron sighs, slowly sitting up. He looks around himself, frowning in confusion at what he sees. "Where are we?"

Daenerys appears at his side, "We arrived at this manse yesterday. We were worried about you so we pushed the horses harder."

Haeron's eyes widen, placing a hand on the side of the bed he lies in to sit up. His eyes dart around the room, taking in his surroundings. The room is rather simple but elegant at the same time. A beautifully embroidered tapestry adorns one wall, depicting a silver-haired man riding a massive dragon.

Haeron's eyes fall upon an unknown face and he frowns. The man has a beard and bright blue eyes. His skin is somewhat wrinkled from old age but he still possesses a powerful presence about him. The man steps forward, lowering himself to a knee. "I am honored to meet you, Your Grace. You look so much like your father."

Haeron slowly stands up. "I assume you are Jon Connington?"

The man nods, smiling softly. "You assume correctly, Your Grace. I live to serve you as I once served your father."

Haeron nods, "Rise, Lord Connington. If my father trusted you, I will trust his judgment."

The man nods, rising to his feet and taking a step back. Haeron turns back to his mother. "I am sorry for worrying you, mother. I overexerted myself."

Lyanna's face softens, "It is alright, Haeron. In the future, a little warning might be nice before you collapse."

Haeron nods. His eyes find Rhaenys' black orbs, her worry still clear. Haeron's eyes soften. He looks at his mother, "Can you give Daenerys, Rhaenys, and I some time?"

Lyanna smiles softly, nodding. She walks out of the room with Rhaella close behind her. Jon Connington follows their lead, leaving the room. Before Ser Arthur exits, Haeron calls out. "Ser Arthur, bring the wooden chest here."

The man nods, "Yes, Your Grace."

He exits the room, closing the white, wooden door behind him. Haeron turns to face the two girls, a soft smile on his face. He goes to say something but before he can, he is engulfed in a hug from Rhaenys. The girl hugs him tightly, pulling his face against her chest. "Don't ever scare me like that again, Hae," Rhaenys whispers softly.

Haeron smiles, "I can't promise that I won't be in trouble more. I will try my best though."

Rhaenys pulls back slowly, her face mere inches from Haeron's. Daenerys steps closer, pulling both of the older children towards the bed. The three curl up together, just enjoying each other's company.

A few minutes later, Ser Arthur enters the room, placing the wooden chest next to the bed. The three Targaryen children climb off the bed and walk over to the chest, anticipation rushing through them. Haeron leans down and opens the lid, grinning at the sight of the eggs.

Haeron gently rubs his palm down the golden egg, enjoying the comfortable heat the egg exudes. He stands up, looking around the room. He walks over to one corner of the room, Dany and Rhae right behind him. He closes his eyes, preparing to set up barrier spells when Rhaenys lightly slaps him on the back.

"Haeron! You just woke up from a week-long nap after using magic and now you want to use it again?!"
Haeron sighs, turning to face Rhaenys. "You are right. I am sorry. I just want us to hatch our eggs."

Rhaenys' expression softens, "I know, Hae. Dany and I want the same thing but you knocking yourself out again won't help us."

Haeron nods, eyes widening as an idea dawns upon him. "Rhaenys, Daenerys, come here."

The two girls do, standing right in front of him. "What is it, Hae?"

Haeron grins, "I may not be able to cast all of the necessary spells right now by myself but I don't need to."

Dany frowns, "What do you mean you don't need to?"

Haeron grins, "It is time that we try and unlock the magic within both of you."

The two girls look shocked for a moment before they both break out into wide smiles. Daenerys bounces on her feet, "What do we need to do?"

Haeron sighs, "I have no idea. This isn't something I dealt with in my past life."
The room around them darkens suddenly, a cold breeze flowing through the room. The shadows are drawn together in the center of the room to form a familiar figure.

Haeron smiles, "Fate."

Daenerys and Rhaenys both gasp as they realize who the being in front of them is. Fate chuckles at the amazed looks on the faces of Dany and Rhae. "I heard what you said and thought you could use a little help." Fate says, voice ringing around the room.

Haeron looks at the door, worried someone might hear the mythical being. The being chuckles, "Oh, don't worry. They can't hear what is going on in this room and they will not enter."

Haeron turns back to the being, nodding. "Thank you, Lady Fate. Can you tell us what we need to do?"

Fate nods her head, "Yes, and I will. But first, I have another warning for you. The usurper King Robert just destroyed an Iron Born rebellion and the people of Westeros respect him even more. Your task of taking the throne from him is getting harder."

Haeron sighs, "Is there any news about my uncle?"

Fate nods, "Your uncle fought at Robert Baratheon's side. The Iron Born were forced to surrender and Eddard Stark took Balon Greyjoy's son as a ward. Also, Catelyn Stark just gave birth to another son. Brandon Stark was born during the rebellion. He also had a daughter before the rebellion. A young girl named Arya Stark."

Haeron smiles softly at the news, glad to know he has more family in the world. "Thank you, Lady Fate."

The mythical figure inclines her head, "Now, back to why I am here." She turns to face Daenerys and Rhaenys. "Haeron is correct in saying that you two possess magic. It is just buried deep within you. I can do nothing to help it emerge, however. That is up to the two of you."

Rhaenys steps forward, legs shaking slightly. "Umm…Lady Fate? How do we…unlock this power?"
Fate smiles softly, "My dear child, the power is not locked away, merely buried. The power within the blood of Targaryens has been buried for centuries. In order for you to release it once more, your bond to Haeron must be completed. The raw magic combined with the dragon's blood the three of you share will jumpstart your power."

Daenerys speaks, "And how do we bond completely?"

Fate smiles, "By combining a drop of blood from each of you in a flame, you will burn what is burying your power. The flame will purify you. Also, this will help you too, Haeron. It will bind your power to your dragon's blood. This will replace the usual necessity for a focus. There are other side effects to combining your dragon's blood in fire but that will be for you three to discover."

The three children share a look before Haeron walks over to a metal brazier by the door, Daenerys and Rhaenys close behind him. He summons a small piece of paper from a desk at one end of the room and places it in the center. The brazier is empty and looks nearly unused. "I guess there is no need for a fire in this heat." Haeron thinks.

Haeron points at the brazier and says, "Incendio."

A flame flares to life, quickly catching fire to the paper. "Quickly. I cannot hold this power for long."

A knife appears in Haeron's hand, causing him to turn to face Fate. The figure shrugs innocently but Haeron can see the ghost of a smile on her face.

Haeron places the knife in his palm and slices the tip of his thumb. He hands the knife to Rhaenys, carefully keeping the welling blood on his finger. Rhaenys slices her own thumb, handing the knife to Dany.

Once all three of them have the blood on their fingers, Haeron says, "On three. One…two…three."

All three children allow their blood to drop into the flames. At first, nothing happens. The three children turn in a circle, curiosity causing them to look back at the flames. As the flames sputter out, the three see their blood combining, the liquid not affected by the heat of the flames.

As the last ember of fire dies, the blood rises out of the brazier, floating in the air between the three children. After hovering for a few moments, the blood vanishes in a bright flash of light.

A feeling as though liquid fire is being poured down his body causes Haeron to shiver. His body feels energized, more power than he has ever felt flooding through his senses.

Haeron turns to look at Dany and Rhae, smiling when he sees them. The two sit on the floor, smiles on their faces as they look around themselves. Rhaenys is the first to stand, turning towards Haeron. "This is amazing! I have never felt anything like this before!"

Haeron chuckles softly, "I haven't either. I guess having the blood of dragons is a great way to possess incredible power."
Dany stands a moment later, pale skin awash in a new glow. Her purple eyes appear a little brighter than they were before the blood.

Fate behind them says, "It is done. You have your magic. Good luck, Haeron. The road ahead of you is long and complicated."

Fate vanishes, the light and temperature of the room returning to normal. Haeron feels the cut on his finger burn, watching in shock as it closes up, not even leaving a scar.

He looks at Daenerys and Rhaenys, smiling when he sees them looking at their own hands in awe. Haeron says, "With this brazier and our newfound power, I believe we can hatch our dragons without any protective enchantments."

Rhaenys and Daenerys nod eagerly. Rhaenys says, "Yes, you are right. Although I do not believe that the eggs will fit into this small brazier."

Haeron chuckles, "Rhae, come now. You just unlocked magic."

Rhaenys sighs, nodding her head. Haeron places his right hand on the edge of the brazier, closing his eyes. "Go get the wooden chest, Dany, Rhae. I will handle the size of this thing."

The two girls nod and walk towards the wooden chest. "Engorgio," Haeron says softly.

The brazier grows a few feet taller and wider, coming nearly to Haeron's chest. Behind him, Daenerys and Rhaenys arrive with the chest.

Haeron turns to face them, a wide grin on his face as he looks at them. Daenerys opens the chest, her eyes alight with need.

Haeron walks over to the desk, picking up many sheets of paper. He places them all in the brazier and mutters, "Incendio."

The flames catch fire nearly instantaneously, sending sparks up into the air. The three children each pick up their own egg, gently caressing the scales.

Rhaenys goes first, gently placing her purple egg into the flames. The orange fire gently caresses her skin, causing her to laugh softly.

Haeron goes next, placing his golden egg into the flames to the right of Rhaenys'. The surface of the golden egg shines brightly, reflecting the light from the flames.

Daenerys goes last, gently cradling her black egg. The red swirls on the egg, pulse softly in the light of the flame. She places it into the fire to the right of Haeron's egg.

Haeron palms the knife fate gave them before grimacing and slicing his palm open. The two girls gasp at the act but quickly do the same. The three children begin to walk in circles around the brazier, allowing their blood to blend together on the steep edge of the brazier as it drips towards the eggs. The blood drips slowly down the bronze metal, staining the surface red. All three children watch unblinkingly as the blood drips closer and closer to the fire and the eggs at the center.

The moment the blood makes contact with the eggs, the fire glows brighter. The light from the fire causes the three children to look away. The fire in the brazier crackles, the heat from it scorching Haeron's skin.

Finally, the heat dies down and Haeron looks towards the brazier. His eyes widen in amazement. In the center of the brazier curled together are three beautiful creatures.

Haeron gently guides Rhaenys and Daenerys to look, enjoying their cries of amazement. Daenerys instantly walks up to the brazier, reaching out a hand towards a black dragon with red scales scattered across its underbelly. The dragon lets out a low purring sound as it crawls up her arm, tail swishing back and forth against her skin.

Haeron smiles, watching as Rhaenys does the same as Dany. A black dragon with deep purple underbelly scales crawls onto her arm, leaving only one dragon in the brazier.

Haeron slowly walks towards the creature, eyes not leaving it. The creature turns to look at him, golden-brown eyes locking with purple. Haeron feels a presence pushing against his mind but ignores it, too focused on the dragon to care. He slowly holds out his arm, trying to keep it from trembling. The dragon cocks it's head at him for a moment before placing one clawed paw on his arm. The contact lights a fire within Haeron, sending an electric charge through his body. The claws dig gently into his skin, not hard enough to draw blood.

Haeron watches as the small creature spreads its wings, gasping at the underside of the leathery wings. They are black with golden scales scattered throughout, reminding Haeron of a midnight sky. The dragon crawls further up his arm, each step sending another jolt through him.

Soon, the dragon comes to a stop on Haeron's shoulder, eyes still not leaving his. A low purr leaves the magnificent creature's mouth as it gently presses its maw against Haeron's cheek.

What feels like minutes later, the door to the room slowly opens. Rhaella and Lyanna walk in, intending to tuck the children into bed. Instead, they freeze, jaws dropping in disbelief.

Haeron smiles at his mother, "Hello, mother."

Lyanna stutters, "Wha…how?"

Haeron smiles softly, "Fire and Blood mother, Fire and Blood."

Rhaella steps forward, a lone tear sliding down her cheek. "May I?"

Haeron nods slowly, "Yes, but be careful. I do not know how he will react."

Rhaella nods, edging her way towards him. The dragon perched on Haeron's shoulder turns to look at the woman, intelligent golden eyes following her path towards him.

The dragon spreads its wings, beating them briefly before settling down once more. Rhaella reaches out with a trembling hand, slowly turning away as her hand nears.

The dragon watches the hand near it but doesn't try to avoid it. Eventually, the dragon brushes it's maw against Rhaella's palm briefly before pulling back.

His grandmother sobs quietly, "Rhaegar would have loved to see this."

Haeron nods sadly, wishing his father were here to see this triumphant moment.

"What will you name him, Hae?" His mother asks.

Haeron looks at the dragon on his shoulder, coming to a conclusion. "Saegar to honor my father." He says, gently rubbing a finger under the dragon's chin. In his mind, he thinks, "And to honor Sirius. I may never see him again but he will never be far from my side."

Rhaella nods, "A good name." She turns to the two girls. "What about you two?"

Rhaenys says, "I am going to name mine Rhaegon. To honor my father and my baby brother who was never given a chance."
Rhaella nods, turning towards her daughter. "What about you, Dany?"

The silver-haired girl smiles at the dragon on her shoulder. "Baleria."

A laugh leaves Rhaella's mouth, "After the Black Dread? A powerful name."

Daenerys nods, "And after my brother's first wife."

Rhaella nods softly, smiling at her daughter.

Haeron laughs, "Saegar, Rhaegon, and Baleria. The world won't know what hits them."

The other Targaryens in the room laugh. The three dragons let out a roar at the same time, the sounds bouncing off the walls of the manse. All four members of the King's Guard run into the room, Jon Connington with them.

When they see the dragons, all four bow. "Blood of my blood," Connington says.

Haeron laughs. "Rise. We have a lot to do."

Location: Winterfell, Westeros. Time: Continuation.

—Eddard Stark POV—

Eddard walks through the halls of Winterfell, his legs carrying him towards his wife's chambers. "I am so sorry, Cat. I missed the birth of our second son."

Ser Rodrik walks just behind him, a tired expression on his face. A young boy walks with Ser Rodrik, casting nervous glances around him.

When he reaches his wife's chambers, he places Ice in Ser Rodrik's hands. He turns to the little boy, "Welcome to Winterfell, Theon. Ser Rodrik, take him to meet Robb." The man nods his head and walks away, Theon close behind him.

Ned enters the room, his eyes are unable to see anything in the darkened chamber. He walks over to a candle and lights it, glancing around once more. His eyes fall upon a small figure pressed against his wife's side.

He walks over to the bed, gently running a hand down his wife's back. Catelyn Stark slowly blinks her eyes open, a smile appearing when she sees him. "Welcome back, Ned."

Ned smiles back, "May I?" He asks, pointing at the small boy pressed against her side.

Catelyn nods, "Of course. Lord Stark, meet Brandon Stark."

Ned smiles, holding out his arms. Catelyn gently places the small child in his arms. "Why is he not in the nursery?" He asks.

Catelyn smiles sadly, "Bran has nightmares. No one knows what they are as he can't tell us but whatever they are, they terrify him."

Ned frowns, looking down at the small boy in his arms. "When did the nightmares begin?"

"On his first birthday. That was the night he was placed in the nursery with Arya for the first time. Instead, I wake up to the sound of screaming. Poor Arya was terrified too. I ask that you allow him to stay with me."

Ned sighs, "Of course. I need to go talk to Maester Luwin." He leans down and presses a gentle kiss to his wife's forehead, handing the child back to her.

He takes a deep breath as he exits the room, wishing more than anything that he could stay with his wife.

He walks to Maester Luwin's quarters and knocks on the door. A few moments later, the man opens the door, bowing his head when he sees Ned. "Welcome back, Lord Stark."

Ned nods, "May I come in?"

Luwin nods, "Of course, Lord Stark."

The man opens the door wider, allowing Ned to enter. Ned walks in, confusion crossing his face when he sees the window open and a large metal object pointing out of it.

Ned walks over to it. "What is this, Maester?"

The man smiles, "That, my lord, is a telescope. It allows me to see stuff far away. Go ahead, look through it."

Ned leans down, pressing his eye to the small end of the device. His eyes take a minute to adjust to the device, but when they do he gasps. "Is…is that what I think it is?" Ned asks.

Maester Luwin nods, "I believe so, Lord Stark."

Ned looks back through it, his mind racing at the bright red object glowing in the sky. "Could it be? Could Haeron have brought dragons back into this world?"

Ned turns to the Maester, "Do not tell anyone what that is."

The Maester looks confused but nods, "Alright, Lord Stark. I will do as you bid me. May I ask why you do not want anyone to know what it symbolizes?"

Ned sighs, "The king…is not well. Anything that reminds him of the Targaryens scares him. I am sure the Lord Baelish has spies here. If Robert thinks that there might be dragons in the world once more, he might try and send his army to Essos to search for ghosts."

Luwin nods his head in understanding. "I understand, Lord Stark."

Ned nods, "Good. Now that isn't why I was here. I just visited my wife and my son. What is wrong with Brandon?"

Luwin shakes his head, "I am afraid I do not know, Lord Stark. The evening of his first birthday he awoke half of Winterfell with his screams of terror. As I am sure Lady Catelyn told you, we probably won't know what he sees until he can tell us."

Ned sighs, nodding. "Alright. Thank you, Maester Luwin."

Ned walks to the door, closing it behind him. To his surprise, Ser Rodrik stands with a letter in his hand. "A letter for you, Lord Stark."

Ned takes the letter into his hand, unraveling it. His eyes widen as he reads it before he sighs, "Ready a horse for me, Ser Rodrik."

The man nods and walks away. Ned rereads the message:

Dear Lord Stark,

I request that Lord Stark travel north. I have news that he will find interesting. Winter is coming, Lord Stark. I await your arrival at Castle Black eagerly.

Maester Aemon of the Night's Watch.

Ned sighs, slight annoyance causing him to hesitate. "I just got back. My son is over a year old and I have only held him once. My youngest daughter is two and I have yet to be a father to her. Robb is seven and I have been to busy to train him in anything."

He sighs again, his sense of duty forcing him to walk towards his wife's chambers once more.

After explaining to his wife what he has to do, he walks to the gates of Winterfell once more. Ser Rodrik hands him the reins of his horse before climbing on another horse.

The two men set out for Castle Black, Ned looking at his home forlornly as he rides away from it.