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Path of the Last Dragon

Summary:

Drogon’s point of view and thoughts immediately after the murder of his mother, Daenerys Targaryen.

Chapter 1

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His rage had slowly cooled into unyielding determination. He was fast - the fastest of his brothers - but, he knew his task would require a quickness he had never been pushed to perform. Although time was fleeting, he still had one task that could not be avoided. A task that was just as important as the small, limp figure he cradled in one group of enormous, deadly talons. He could barely feel her weight at all, though that was not new to him. He rarely ever felt her, tiny as she was, but he always could sense her. Sense her presence, sense her strength, sense her anger, her pride, and her love. It was all empty now. The emptiness would be too much to bare if he did not have such a task to undertake.

He pushed himself harder, harder than ever before. His giant wings cutting through the air, through the clouds and through the mists. He almost hesitated, but he knew they were the other piece of the puzzle. Somehow he knew they would play a part in what was to come. She needed them and they needed her.

Down he flew suddenly. Down past mountains of rock with sharp edges. This was a place only seen by those with wings. He dove between two massive towers of uneven boulders. There was barely enough room to land, but he did not have time to land anyway. He flapped his bright red wings and hovered over a pile of smaller stones. But these stones weren’t jagged like all the others. These stones were smooth, they were textured, and they were round. He hovered only long enough to grasp the two eggs in his other claw and he was off again.

Speeding toward the East.

Speeding to save them all.

Chapter 2: Volantis

Summary:

Drogon travels East to Volantis, a city where slaves outnumber free people 5/1 and worship the Lord of Light. What do the priests and priestesses of the Great Red Temple have planned?

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Drogon flew East until he reached the great city of Volantis, clutching everything that matters to him in his giant black claws. Thousands of Volantine slaves see the great dragon move across the sky on giant black and red wings. The slaves wonder if the Queen of Dragons has finally returned, but the Drogon is flying too high for them to see if the she is riding him or not. They are also shocked to see a bright red light following the path of the great dragon. It is the same red light that was seen when the comet appeared in the sky years ago – the red comet that signified the return of the Dragons. Taking this as a sign from the Lord of Light, the worshippers of R’hllor begin their way to the Great Red Temple of Volantis.

Quaithe had known this would happen all along and she had traveled from Qarthe to Volantis, only arriving the day before. The Red Priestess Kinvara had been waiting for her at the Temple. She had seen Quaithe’s arrival in the flames. Her visions were becoming clearer and more frequently. Though she had been alive much longer than most would believe, she had been taught things in Asshai almost no one would believe - and she had never felt this powerful before.

Thousands of slaves made their way to the Great Temple. The top of the Temple is open in the center so that the worshippers can see the stars at night, as all light is sacred. Also in the very center is an altar made of stone. Each night the priests and priestesses pray to R’hllor for the return of the dawn, but tonight their prayer is for much more than the dawn. Tonight they are praying for the return of the Mother of Dragons – for dragons are fire made flesh.

As the worshippers chant, a strong wind begins to whip the flames about. Their red robes flow with the wind and the sound of giant wings descends upon the center of the Temple. Drogon lands and releases Daenerys carefully onto the alter. He gently places the two dragon eggs at her feet. The Great Dragon then moves back, knowingly, and the Great Priestess begins her work. Quaithe steps forward and Kinvara looks upon her, “Are you ready?” she asks as Quaithe gives a slight nod.

Quaith kneels at the bottom of the altar, facing Daenerys’ lifeless body, and places one hand over each dragon egg. The Preistess begins to chant and as she chants, the small fires around the altar begin to reach higher. She chants louder and the other worshipers of R’hllor join their voices to the rhythm. The flames grow larger, eventually enveloping the bottom of the altar, the eggs and Quaithe. The chorus of voices become more frantic and the flames reach even higher until they completely envelope Quaithe. Even as she is burned alive, the shadow binder makes not a sound.

The heat from the fire continues to increase and when the flames finally reach Daenerys Drogon screams.

Red Priests and Priestesses surround the flames continuing their chant. There are thousands of voices. These are the most powerful followers of the Lord of Light in all of Volantis; made even more powerful with the return of dragons and the return of magic in the world.

The flames burn for hours until the followers of the Lord of Light can chant no longer. The sun has begun to rise and the sky is tinted red. All the grass surrounding the altar has been burned away and the only thing recognizable at the altar’s bottom is Quaithe’s mask of hexagonal patterns – somehow untouched by fire though was made of wood. On either side of the red lacquered mask are two newborn dragons.

Daenerys also remains on the altar untouched by fire. She is still, unmoving, beautiful. Drogon moves for the first time in hours. He steps slowly forward to his mother. He makes a noise deep from within his throat. He gently nudges her with the very tip of his nose.

She has no movement. He cannot sense her. Drogon takes a giant step back and roars with all his might out of pain and anger. He flaps his wings and roars again so loud the ground beneath the Temple shakes. The newborn dragons begin to cry in fear. Once the shaking subsides, he seems to hang his head in defeat. It is as if he cannot bare to be there a moment longer. Was he not fast enough? Strong enough? Would this emptiness inside never go away? Drogon looks one last time at his mother before flying away with one final, loud, guttural scream of pure rage and pain – and Daenerys Targaryen opens her deep purple eyes.