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The egg of Aegon, son of Viserys, hatched during the late summer.
Aegon’s dragon came into the world, a spright little thing with pearl scales streaked with blue and lovely turquoise eyes. The little beast was named Bluestreak and was said to have a similar exuberant personality as Vermax, the dragon of his Aunt Baela's lost love, Prince Jacaerys.
Baelor watched from a distance as his older cousin looked proudly upon the newborn dragon and felt his heart tighten.
He clenched his own egg against his chest and ran a hand softly over the vibrant purple scales.
“Come out now, little dragon,” Baelor whispered. “I can’t wait to meet you.”
Daeron had brought his Stormstar over to greet Bluestreak. The two dragons were getting along well enough, nipping at each other, tails wagging eagerly like dogs.
Daena was attempting to get ahold of her Gaelithox, who thrashed around in her arms, doing everything he could to avoid interaction with the other dragons. His personality brought to mind their grandfather's unruly Caraxes and the the unyielding Meleys, dragon of Lord Corly's late wife, more than the Black Dread at times.
Baelor let out a sigh and moved to sit by the window. The egg remained in his hands, feeling as warm as ever, and he wondered what it would take to hatch it.
He had already spent days at the feet of the Mother's statue in the Great Sept, praying for his egg to hatch with no answer or results to show for it.
Mayhaps the Seven desired a show of piety from him.
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Aegon had always suspected that the dragon eggs would bring more bad than good to his family. Although, Daenaera had tried many times to dissuade him from that mindset.
But Aegon’s experiences had taught him the ruin and despair the beasts could unleash upon the realm, just as they had shown him the honor and loyalty of dragons like his beloved Stormcloud or Lucerys' Arrax and Jace's Vermax.
For a moment, he allowed himself to consider the fact that he was being paranoid.
And then, one day, Aegon stumbled upon his second son at the Great Sept and found that the boy had been fasting. Or at least Baelor had made an attempt before the Septon stopped him.
“What were you thinking?” Aegon hissed.
Baelor’s eyes welled up with tears, and his bottom lip trembled.
“I’ve been waiting so long for my egg to hatch,” he said shakily. “I only wanted the gods to answer my prayers. That’s all, father. I swear it.”
Aegon sighed and pulled the boy into a tight embrace. He listened to Baelor’s muffled sobs and felt the tears staining his shirt.
He had been right to be so concerned after all.
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Baelor had initially planned to name his dragon in honor of the Seven.
But after his prayer continued to go unanswered even as the seasons changed, Baelor lost faith in the gods. He even stopped attending prayer sessions at the Great Sept.
It was a crisis of faith that no one had expected from him, and it took Daena by complete surprise. She constantly looked over at her older brother as if he was a stranger to her.
Baelor himself felt as if he were a stranger to his own body. He spent most of his days keeping his egg warm over the fires, as Daena had advised, and waited patiently for his dragon’s emergence.
He didn’t have to wait very long.
The dragon did not burst from her egg as quickly as her siblings. Instead, she gradually broke through, swiping at the shell and kicking out gently.
Baelor could only watch in awe as a small head of gleaming amethyst scales peered up at him with tired indigo eyes.
The dragon was much smaller and frailer than the others. She was as beautiful as Aunt Rhaena Morning and her beloved Lucery's Arrax was said to have been but more importantly, she was alive, and that’s all that mattered to him.
“Hello, my little Miracle,” Baelor said, reaching over to the dragon. “I feel as if I’ve waited an entire lifetime for you.”
Miracle pressed her head against his hand and let out a soft chirp.