55 Chapter 55

As the celestial display continued to unfold in the sky, a thunderous roar echoed from the direction of Dragonmont, reaching the ears of Aegon and those gathered on Dragonstone. Aegon, caught in the thrall of curiosity, turned his gaze toward the source of the defining roar. His heart quickened, and an unspoken connection tugged at his senses. "Is that Pop?". The resonating roar seemed both familiar and alien, a paradox that piqued his curiosity. He couldn't shake the feeling that this was not Bahamut but something more powerful, something beyond the scope of his understanding.

Driven by the need to satisfy his curiosity, Aegon hurriedly made his way toward Dragonmont, accompanied by his men. Unbeknownst to him, a silent observer, Arya Stark, the ever-curious troublemaker of House Stark, clandestinely trailed behind. Arya, with her sharp eyes and a relentless thirst for knowledge, sensed that Aegon might hold the key to understanding the celestial event.

Amidst Aegon and his companions approaching Dragonmont, an unexpected guest lurked in the shadows. As Bahamut emerged from Dragonmont, a keen sense alerted him to a watchful presence, and he turned to find a raven, its gaze fixed upon him from a distance.

In a voice that resonated with power, Bahamut addressed the winged observer. "You have disappointed me, Bloodraven," he declared, the intensity of his gaze revealing his disapproval. Suddenly, Bahamut's eyes glowed, and with a forceful command, he drew Bloodraven's consciousness into his own.

Within the depths of darkness, Bloodraven found himself engulfed, unable to discern his surroundings. A dim light emerged, and golden eyes pierced through the obscurity. Before he could fathom the situation, a powerful voice echoed, "I hope we meet again, three-eyed Raven."

Bloodraven struggled to catch his breath as he returned to the reality of his physical form, perched on a tree branch. His abrupt return caught the attention of the Children of the Forest, who sensed the disturbance. Meanwhile, Bahamut, with a flicker of flame, burned away the raven that Bloodraven had employed for his spying endeavors. As the raven turned to ash, the echoes of ancient magic lingered in Bahamut's mind, whispering secrets and mysteries that had long been buried.

For now Bahamut's attention shifted from the whispers of ancient magic to the approaching figures. Aegon, among them, drew Bahamut's focus as he walked purposefully, leaving the other dragons in submissive acknowledgment of Bahamut's elevated bloodline.

With a powerful presence that demanded recognition, Bahamut ascended into the sky. The newfound wingspan and altered proportions initially posed a challenge to his flight, but the majestic dragon swiftly adapted. As Bahamut soared through the heavens, he sensed a surge in speed, a newfound swiftness unaided by external magic.

As Aegon and his men approached Dragonmont, a sudden sense of unease gripped him as he detected a shadowy figure in the distance. Aegon, mistaking Bahamut's transformed appearance, instinctively shouted for everyone to run, his fear overpowering rational thought.

Unfazed by Aegon's reaction, Bahamut continued his descent, landing with a resounding thud that echoed through the air. Aegon, halting his retreat, stared wide-eyed at the majestic creature before him, unable to reconcile the changed form with the familiar dragon he knew. With a voice that resonated with power, Bahamut called out to Aegon, acknowledging his presence.

Aegon cautiously approached Bahamut, his eyes scrutinizing the dragon's altered form. Doubt clouded his mind as he questioned the reality before him. Bahamut, understanding Aegon's confusion, simply replied, "I am." The revelation of Bahamut's transformation left Aegon astounded, struggling to comprehend the magnitude of the change.

As Aegon gathered the courage to voice his queries, Bahamut, in his newfound form, explained, "This is how a true dragon looks like." Aegon, grappling with the surreal sight before him, found himself lost in a whirlwind of disbelief. His questions about Bahamut's altered appearance lingered, prompting the ancient dragon to provide an answer.

Before Aegon could delve further into his inquiries, Bahamut's attention shifted, sensing another presence nearby. In a calm yet authoritative tone, he addressed the hidden Stark pup, Arya. "Why are you hiding, Stark pup?". Bahamut's words echoed towards a large stone, and after a moment of silence, Arya Stark emerged, her eyes revealing a mix of fear and astonishment at the sight of Bahamut in his new form.

Bahamut approached Arya Stark, who instinctively took a step back, only to find herself unable to move. Sweat dripped down her face as the dragon's immense head loomed closer. "Stark didn't disappoint me," Bahamut declared, his voice resonating with an otherworldly power.

Turning his attention to Aegon and his men, Bahamut instructed, "Take her back to the castle. And don't be mad with her." With those words, Bahamut ascended into the sky, leaving Arya on the ground, staring in the direction of the departing dragon.

Aegon, bewildered and forgetting his initial questions, nodded to his men, signaling to take Arya back to the castle. As they departed, Arya's gaze remained fixed on the sky, where the silhouette of Bahamut disappeared. 

Bahamut, after his transformation, felt a surge of hunger that couldn't wait. Ignoring the need for conversation, he set off to hunt, his destination where Aegon had arranged cattle for him. Without hesitation, he unleashed his fiery breath upon the restrained beasts, turning them to smoldering snacks.

Sated, Bahamut returned to Dragonmont, his massive form reclining in exhaustion. The magic he'd unleashed earlier had drained him completely. As morning approached, Aegon sought answers, but Bahamut's responses were vague, frustrating Aegon. Unwilling to press further, Aegon shifted the conversation to the affairs of the Lords of Westeros.

[ Attention, everyone! The pace of the story will slow down as we delve into more intricate details in the upcoming chapters. By the next 10-12 chapters, get ready to witness Bahamut unleashing havoc on his new formidable adversary, not the Night King. Additionally, a new enemy will be unveiled—one who is not only aware of Bahamut's presence but also extends beyond the Wall, surpassing Night King.

As mentioned before, on Webnovel, each chapter is released on Fridays and Mondays, while on Patreon, it drops on Sundays. However, for this week, I'll be releasing three chapters alongside Webnovel, and the remaining two chapters will be available on Sunday. ]