Chapter 68

Returning to Dragonstone under the cover of night, Bahamut had a specific experiment in mind—one that involved the dragon eggs he had obtained from Moon. In his absence, he left the role of Hand of the King to the old general, trusting him to manage affairs in King's Landing.

Upon reaching Dragonstone, Bahamut found himself in the company of Sapphire and Diaval, two of his dragons. Despite their imposing size, these dragons attracted many curious onlookers attempting to catch a glimpse of living dragon. Sapphire, known for her more peaceful demeanor, didn't pose a threat to those who approached unless they have pose threat to her. However, Diaval, Bahamut's more territorial dragon, had a different approach.

Diaval didn't tolerate intruders and had a penchant for making them into unexpected snacks. His aggressive behavior had become known even to the people of Naath. Any unfortunate soul attempting to approach Dragonmont with less than noble intentions ended up as a meal for Diaval.

Bahamut strolled toward the cave of Dragonmont, a single black dragon egg cradled in his possession in his human form, Bahamut was greeted by the watchful eyes of Diaval, who had stationed himself outside. Before long, Sapphire, the other dragon, emerged to welcome Bahamut. Though their movements were more lethargic now, a sign of the extended stay without their master, they hadn't forgotten the joy of Bahamut's presence.

The dragons, with their massive heads, approached Bahamut, nudging him affectionately as a form of greeting. Responding to their touch, Bahamut began to rub their scales. However, Sapphire's curiosity was piqued. She sensed something different—the dragon egg Bahamut held.

Intrigued, Sapphire decided to follow Bahamut deeper into the cave, leaving Diaval to stand guard at the entrance.

When Bahamut reached the vast cavity within the cavern, he decided to employ the same magic that had aided his transformation into a new species of dragon, albeit with slight modifications and less input, given that it was merely an egg. Although Moon had laid the egg a while ago, it hadn't hatched, primarily because Bahamut had chosen to deny it. Consequently, the egg had begun the slow process of turning into stone, displaying a lack of the essence and potential inherent in a true dragon.

As Bahamut contemplated the transformation process, he prepared to infuse the egg with the magical energy needed to elevate it to the status of a genuine true dragon egg. Sapphire, the watchful dragon, observed with curiosity as Bahamut commenced the intricate procedure. Delving into the profound realms of magical theory, Bahamut envisioned the elemental forces defining the nature of dragons.

Placing the dragon egg in the center, Bahamut envisioned the ethereal link between dragons and magic, woven into the fabric of their existence. His magic theory focused on the convergence of elemental energies—fire, air, earth, and water—forces deeply attuned to dragons. He pictured the black egg absorbing these elemental essences, setting it apart from other creatures.

With a subtle gesture, Bahamut initiated the transfer of magical energies, envisioning a harmonious fusion—a dance of elements converging within the egg. Fire granted the fierce spirit of dragons, air the gift of flight, earth provided strength, and water bestowed vitality. The cavern resonated with a mystical hum as the magical energies permeated the black egg.

Bahamut's concentration remained unbroken, his mastery over magic guiding the transformation. Once a mere fire-breathing creature, the egg now pulsed with the potential to hatch a true dragon. As the magical infusion reached its zenith, Bahamut sealed the enchantment with an ancient incantation, its echoes reverberating through the cavern.

The air shimmered, and the wyvern egg, now transformed, bore the unmistakable aura of a true dragon egg. Sensing the profound change, Sapphire approached the newly transformed egg with a mix of curiosity and acknowledgment. The dragon egg was no longer bound by Valyrian magic, requiring life to hatch and a connection to Valyrian blood; unmistakably, it had become a new species of dragon, just like Bahamut.

Slowly, the egg started cracking, signaling that it was about to hatch. Nervously, Bahamut approached the dragon, unsure if his efforts had paid off. Soon, a small paw emerged from the egg, and through the cracks, Bahamut saw luminous gold eyes looking at him, confirming that his hard work had indeed paid off.