Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos-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 burned alive disappeared five minutes after the flames consumed the funeral pyre. As everyone waited in silence, the fire began to change; the orange flames turned into fire dragons and flew around.

Aenar couldn't help but notice the same chaotic energy from the Pure Energy Dimension present at that moment. Then he understood how the inhabitants of that world used that energy.

That's what Blood Magic was - a sacrifice.

For that very reason, the people of that planet didn't go mad using the energy of that dimension. They made sacrifices and stayed away from corruption and madness. They paid a price and received something in return, just like all the magic on the planet.

Knowing this, Aenar couldn't help but think of the event known as the Doom of Valyria.

He theorized that something very wrong had occurred at the time of the sacrifice, causing a rift in time and space, linking the two worlds and culminating in the event that became known as the Doom.

Previously, he had tried to witness the Doom in person through his Prescience, but it hadn't worked. It was as if that part of time was confused and often erased from history.

Suddenly, small roars sounded loudly, and the fire grew abnormally, covering half the hall in an instant. The place seemed about to be consumed by flames, including everyone in the Great Temple of Volantis. But at that moment, Aenar stretched out her hand and, under everyone's surprised gazes, the flames receded and gradually extinguished, revealing a figure still standing.

Her naked body was covered in soot. She still had hair, but what really caught the eye were the three small winged reptiles that covered her nakedness. A black and red dragon emerged from one of her breasts and perched on her shoulder, roaring proudly to all who watched.

Although it tried to look majestic, its roar was more adorable than threatening, as if the little dragon believed it was impressing everyone.

Rhaella was breathless to see her daughter intact after that furious fire. Relief washed over her as she quickly picked up her ready-made dress and walked towards Daenerys with hurried steps.

"Mom, I made it." Without bothering to show off her nakedness to those present, Daenerys spoke with a big smile on her face. She proudly displayed the three dragons, her voice filled with happiness and relief. The weight she had been carrying on her shoulders for a year and a half disappeared as if it had never existed.

"Yes, you did it." Rhaella sighed deeply, relieved 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 little golden-yellow dragon, who stared back at her with an intense gaze. She felt a strange connection forming between her and the little dragon. Then, in an instant, it was as if she had been struck by thunder from the sky. The sensation went through her whole body, and she felt it.

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

Under the surprised gazes of Daenerys and Rhaella, the golden-yellow dragon left its mother's arms and flew towards Visenya, who held it as if she had received something extremely precious.

"Syrax." Visenya whispered the female's name in an instant. She had already thought of names, both male and female, long before the little dragon was born.

Daenerys wasn't unhappy about her draconic daughter choosing someone else; on the contrary, she felt genuinely happy. Perhaps because she was the mother of the three dragons, she had a special connection with them. That's why she could feel only happiness coming from the newly appointed Syrax.

"Congratulations, sister." As she dressed with her mother's help, Daenerys spoke, watching Visenya holding the little golden-yellow dragon.

Visenya smiled and stroked the little creature's scales. At her touch, she felt a subtle 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 work to do when he enters his teenage years."

Daenerys looked at the adorable puppy on her shoulder and couldn't believe that something so cute could be so much work.

If Aenar had known what she was thinking, she would have rolled her eyes. In adolescence, dragons hardly obeyed any orders. Although this phase only lasted a few months, it was the most complicated without a whip; the dragon became completely uncontrollable.

"Congratulations, princess. Your stories will be known by the people and will reach every corner of the world." Kinvara approached and spoke in a reverent tone, looking at Daenerys with much more respect than before. The princess's courage in bathing in the fire without hesitation had truly won her admiration.

Suddenly, Aenar looked up and smiled.

"Looks like she arrived at just the right moment," he muttered to himself.

"Who's here?" Rhaella looked away from the little bronze dragon and at Aenar curiously.

"Rhaenys is coming to Volantis riding her dragon." Aenar replied with a smile, his eyes seeming to cross infinite distances as he stared directly at the magnificent silver dragon rapidly approaching the city.

Rhaella widened her eyes, then 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, 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 a dull 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, but it wasn't very big and could be considered small compared to Caraxes.

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(Note: Moonfyre is 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 didn't greet anyone 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. "Grandmother!"

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