7 Bone Mountains And Prophetic Dreams (Pre-Season)
~~~(POV: Raenon Targaryen)~~~
~~~(Current Age: 13 Years)~~~
~~~(Location: Nearing The Bone Mountains, Essos)~~~
~~~(Date: 297 AC)~~~
Rhaenys and I have been traveling on and off for the past 2 months from Asshai. There hasn't been a rush to get anywhere, so we've been taking our time. When we fly for long periods, I ensure Rhaenys gets rest greater than the time spent flying.
We've slept and eaten in various places in the wild. Resting both close to the coast of The Summer Sea, and inland when the weather isn't good.
Getting food and staying fed hasn't been hard between the two of us. But Rhaenys has been eating more than she usually does to compensate for the time she's flying with me on her back.
After all, Rhaenys is big for her age.
Being bigger than a carriage, but that doesn't me she's inexhaustible. And we've eaten many different animals. Bears, sheep, deer, you name it, we've had it. We're both eating a lot, and my hunting skills with hers make it easy to provide.
But right now, we're flying. Rhaenys goes at a comfortable speed so as to not wear herself out. It's a calm flight, and I find my most relaxed moments are when I'm on Rhaenys.
"Are you feeling okay, Rhaenys?"
We've been flying for the past 4 hours straight, and I limit the amount of time to 8 hours a day. It's just my way of making sure she doesn't get exhausted. Right around the 8-hour mark. She starts slowing down.
And that's a good time to stop.
"Raaaa!!"
From the sounds of it, she's perfectly fine. After a couple of minutes, the cloud cover below us breaks apart, and the largest and tallest mountain range I've ever seen is fast approaching.
These have to be The Bone Mountains of Essos. It's what separates western Essos from Eastern Essos. Even from here, the fortress cities of Samyriana and Bayasabhad are visible.
That means The Red Waste, Vaes Dothrak, and Qarth are on the other side. The first place I really want to visit is Valyria. But I know from what Mazzi has said to me that it's best to admire the ruins of the once-great freehold from afar.
During the Doom, all of Valyria and its dragons were destroyed. The great volcanoes that once fueled the wealth and political power of Valyria erupted one day, and the results were the annihilation of an entire people.
Rhaenys tucks in her wings and dives slightly to pick up some extra speed and momentum. I tuck my body in closer to hers, so I'm not blown off by accident. She levels out again, and we're flying faster than before.
"Next time, warn me before you do something like that."
She snorts in response, and I crack a grin. Rhaenys and I are great partners together, and I'm still learning how to fly with her the proper way. Dragons can sense their riders will and desires, to an extent.
This helps with flying, and we're working on making it better. And we've made great progress. Our first few rides together were rough, but we got through them.
Even from up here, the world still seems like a giant place...
But one of the things bothering me is the dreams I've been having. They're still going on, but they change from time to time. It's like the girl in my dreams is someone that I know, or should know.
I don't know.
There are times when I hear her weeping and others when she's trying to reach me. But can't. When she speaks, it's mumbled. I can't make out that great of facial features the brief moments I see her. It always happens too fast.
One thing is for certain. She's in trouble. I don't know what I'm supposed to do about it. I don't even know if they're just regular dreams or something greater. I talked to Mazzi about them a few times, and she only told me one thing.
Dreams are warnings.
It was cryptic, to say the least. And even now, I'm still having a hard time figuring out what she meant. That's what's really been on my mind. Maybe I'm seeing the future, but I can't be for sure.
~~~(POV: Daenerys Targaryen)~~~
~~~(Current Age: 13 Years)~~~
~~~(Location: In Bed, The Free City of Pentos, Essos)~~~
~~~(Date: 297 AC)~~~
We've been in Pentos for around a year now, and Viserys has been talking with people all over. He's yet to make any progress toward finding a benefactor for the army he needs.
He comes home angrier every day, and I hide in my room most of the time. But I've started to grow angry and bitter with my brother. There is a part of me that still loves him, but most of me wish him dead so I can be free of his will.
There have been many nights when I thought about ending his life, or my own. Just to stop the suffering.
But the one thing I've been focusing on as of late is my dreams. Since I'm of Targaryen blood, there have been times when members of our family have dreams. Prophetic visions that can aid us. And I'm certain that's what's going on with me.
And because of this, I'm growing to think my twin brother is actually alive. They're about the both of us. They change from time to time, and each has a varying effect on me.
I've made sure not to tell Viserys any of this. I've learned that it's best to stay out of my brother's sight, and, more so, not to give him reasons to resent me further.
"Raenon... If you're out there... I hope there might be one day when we can meet..."
We've been living in a run-down house. My Begger King brother has been going around to the wealthiest men in Pentos. From what I hear, everyone he's met has laughed at him so far.
We barely have enough for food as it is. But Viserys always makes sure I'm fed, and at first, I thought he was doing it to make sure his little sister was taken care of. But I've come to learn that he's going to start offering my hand in marriage if he can't get help.
You can't sell a starving, weak girl, and this is one of the reasons I don't speak to Viserys anymore. I can hardly look at him, let alone talk to him.
The worst part is he's taken notice that I'm avoiding him, and he grows resentful and sometimes hits me.
Always screaming out I've angered the dragon and that I shouldn't have poked the dragon. All he does anymore is obsess over finding support for his claim and making sure people know who he is. But I'm the one that gets the worst of him.
And every passing day.
I hope a little more a day someone will kill him comes. A small part of me, one that I try to suppress. But I can't. Viserys is my torturer and the person who controls my life. Everything I do or will become is dictated by him.
Hopefully, things get better for me before they get worse.
~~~(POV: Viserys Targaryen)~~~
~~~(Current Age: 23 Years)~~~
~~~(Location: Home, Free City of Pentos, Essos)~~~
~~~(Date: 297 AC)~~~
I'm down to my last resort. I'll have to find someone with what I need and offer them Dany in exchange. This isn't what I want. It'd never be what I want. Dany is my sister, and if I could. I wouldn't sell her. But this is the last option I have.
I'm to meet Illyrio Mopatis a month from now. He's the last person that I can even speak to in Pentos that might have what I seek. I heard that he has connections with the Dothraki, and if I can get an army of Dothraki, then I will.
But from the way things have been going here in Pentos. I doubt the meeting will go smoothly.
"Now, all there is to do is wait for my meeting..."
Dany has been giving me many issues lately. She's starting to grow rebellious and defiant toward me. And she doesn't look at me anymore, let alone speak. She's been ignoring the dragon, and I need to ensure she understands she can't do that.
But I must not leave bruises. Since I'm to sell her off to someone, they won't want any damaged goods. I've put a lot of work into securing Dany's Maidenhead. No man has laid their hands on her. And she's yet to have her Flowering.
That does halt my plans, but there is still time before I sell her off to someone. While I'm searching for who I need, that'll give her time.
Dany is my way back to The Iron Throne, and there is no other way now.
Mother would scream and try to claw my eyes out if she knew what I was planning, and Father wouldn't even care. Rhaegar would probably beat me senselessly, or even kill me. But they're all dead, and I'm The Last Dragon of House Targaryen.
