dragons, wildfyre, and magic oh my (2)

AN:this is my take on wildfyre and the process to be made. I know there's a scientific way to get green flame and blah blah blah. We're in a world with ice zombies and little green tree nymphs. Reality is a game.

Valyria, 4BD

JAENYX

After only an hour or two, Arthur can use enough focus to dodge one of my strikes. The kid is marvelous. No surprise his training in the yard is going so well. With this under his belt there will be few who can surround and attack him.

Though the blood he spits onto the dirt lessens my excitement. I continued to the deepest secret of our family. Even more than the dragons. Wilfyre.

A mixture of runes, Valhalla blood, dragonglass, and dragonfire.

The runes where to keep such a volition mixture stable. For the size of the explosion should a large amount of it be Released would be equal to that of one of the 14 flames erupting.

Any who need to see the truth of this need only to look to the ghiscari empire. One of Valyria's biggest rivals. And ones we put to the flame. Completely. Wiped them out. There are whispers of a new ghis. But such things are folly.

For we dropped a wildfyre bomb into the city of Ghis. My ancestor Aelon Valhalla gave his life dropping it. For being anywhere near such a thing when it goes off is certain death.

I break from my history of wildfyre to see Arthur stand and follow as I bid.

In the deepest part of our keep lay barrels of wood outlined in barely visible shining white runes.

They roughly translated to, calm, contain

This helped keep it stable until flame was introduced.

I look at my grandson beside me and speak

(My child. The Valhallas strength may have stemmed from the dragons. But with so many families gaining the ability to ride them, we had to come up with a way to remain on top.

This is how we have done so. Wildfyre. The most volitile mixture in he known world.)

—————————-

RHAENA

A Sennight. That's how long I've stayed abed with my dragon knight. My only constant company the wolf frost and the Shadows.

My family would come sit with us at various intervals though out the wait. But the longer that passed without Arthur making a move other than breathing have weighed on my mind.

I'm so close to having my dreams become reality. Only for the gods to strip it away from me the second I believe it to be real. 'How cruel must such beings be?'

I think as I run my left hand through frosts fur while my right hand plays with the now unbound snow white hair of my betrothed.

Oh how I wish to see those ethereal orbs look at me in surprise again. The shock and embarrassment he'd undoubtedly feel at my being abed with him making my chest ache. For no such thing is happening.

We will arrive in driftmark in another sennight. And my father said the triarch has let loose it's sails. Things are turning for the worst and Arthurs dragon sleep as my father calls it is beginning to eat away at my belief. No one can survive that long without sustenance. Yet Arthur has lost no muscle tone.

I would know. For most of my time not eating or using the privy have been spent beside him.

(Come back to me my dragon knight) I beg in a whisper. And touch my forehead to his.

For the first time since he fell abed his forehead is not aflame. It feels like it always does, cool like ice.

After a few minutes of sitting there praying to the gods to bring Arthur back as I've done everyday, I feel him begin to stir.

—————————-

DAEMON

To think...…my soon to be Goodson lived in Valyria. Saw the height of the 40 families. Valyrian steel be smelted and forged. Dragons the size of two black dread.

He saw it.

After the near duel between the boys guards I'd all but raced from the chamber. Needing to clear my thoughts.

It wasn't until Corlys found me that I managed to do so.

That was until he started speaking nonsense.

Flashback

How big a fool do you take me for Corlys? The boy? Survived the doom? I know you and I have drank our fair share of whiskey since this chat began. But surely you're mad or drunk. Mayhaps a little of both?)

But my godfathers eyes were clear. Composed. Like they always are. He handed me the journal Arthur had in his hand when I'd found my daughter in despair fretting over her betrothed.

————

Reading the journal was an eye opening experience. It's really no wonder the boy impressed me as he did. If lord Jaenyx was even half as terrible to have been in the journal, young Arthur is more ready than any of us for this war. And all others to come.

———————-

I make my way back to the Valhalla chambers. Outside are the two shadows.

They and I haven't spoke since the day my daughter treated us like squabbling siblings. But from the look in their eye, they want to fight me as much as I wish to fight them.

We all take a step forward. Ready to let loose when my daughter exclaims in what i can only describe as a joyful tone. One so much different than a sennight ago.

(ARTHUR!)

——————————-

ARTHUR

Slowly but surely coming too, I notice a few of things. One? I remember Valyria. Two? I remember most of the magic my family had acquired over the years and can call upon it easily. Three? I now know how to make a medieval version of the A-bomb.

Next thing I notice is I'm on a bed. Not where inremember going to sleep at. Maybe the shadows moved me.

One thing the shadows would never do however is run their fingers through my hair. Nor would they wear lilac scented soaps and oils.

That means there's only one person this could be. But why is she in my bed? Does she not value my life? If her father sees such a thing I'm a deadman. No matter how formidable morgoth is.

I try to speak. But my voice is weak and my throat drier than I've ever thought possible.

I open my eyes to see rhaenas tear stained face above me.

Getting over the initial shock of seeing me awake she screams my name. (ARTHUR!)

I wince at how loud she is to my ears.

I'm not able to voice my dissatisfaction as she locks her lips with mine own. The smell of lilac and taste of honey that comes from her is all the proof I need this world is magic made real.

Only for it all to come crashing down as Daemon bursts through the door. The look on his face one of rage.

(I'll kill you suneater!)

AN: probably the last chapter for the night. Next we arrive in driftmark as Arthur meets the man who's going to smuggle his A-bomb.

Let me know how you feel about the abilities I showed so far. (Focus. One of my favorites ac abilities. True assassin shit imo)

Love you all ❤️