Awakening

Aurion Targaryen

Age: 8

(290 AC)

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"Kekekeke...the informant was right. It was smart of us to wait here. The fool even brought his sister along." 

"That's right! The heads of the two boys will fetch us a huge price. And the girl looks like fun, kehehehehe~"

I reflexively put Daenerys behind me as I listened to their words with horror. 

"Who are you?! What are you doing here?!" Viserys shouted at them. "I am Viserys Targaryen and I have claimed this land as my own! Leave at once!" 

That idiot! Does he not realize that he's about to die?

"Heyyy! Boss! I found this one hiding behind some rocks!" 

I heard a weary voice behind me and turned my head. I saw a brute similar to the one who kicked Viserys now holding a black-haired girl in his grip.

No!

Visenya! Lyanna's daughter! 

Why is she here? Did she follow us? Shit!

"Visenya!" Daenerys screamed.

"Daenerys! Aurion!" I could see the fear in her eyes.

The 'boss' of these...pirates looked at her in disgust. "She doesn't have Valyrian hair, she's probably just a friend. Throw her into the sea." 

"But, but, we can have her join in the fun for a while, can't we?"

"Of course, we can."

I grit my teeth and looked at the entire situation with frustration. 

A hand swatted me away and I fell, unable to handle the sharp pain. 

That same hand was now holding onto my twin sister. 

The pirates were laughing at my expense, at how easily I fell. 

I should've paid more attention during Ser Barristan's lessons...no, it wouldn't have mattered either way. I can't do anything against so many adults.

I...can't do anything but watch as Dany and Visenya are about to be defiled, and we're about to be sold to someone in Westeros.

My body was about to go limp with acceptance, when I heard a pathetic scream.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!" Viserys charged at the one who had kicked him to the ground. 

Honestly, it went better than anyone expected. My brother managed to snatch the oppressor's sword and looked like he was going to be the victor for a second.

Then a punch hit him from the side, and he collapsed. The sword was let go and went flying, too far away from him to make a comeback.

"What the- I was worried for a second, but he's extremely weak! Phahahaha!"

Every single pirate joined in on the laughter. Viserys had already passed out.

Meanwhile, I was staring near my feet. 

The sword that Viserys had snatched was now lying less than a foot away from me.

Even if I grab it, what can I do?

I'm just an 8 year old kid. I like books, I can't fight.

'Pick...it...up...'

There's that voice again. It is indeed a voice. 

Why is it talking to me? No, first of all, who even is that? And where are they?

So...many...questions. 

Not enough time. 

I lost control of my body. 

I was on my feet, picking up the sword. 

It was a rusty old thing, and yet it was heavy. Too heavy for me to lift. 

There was another round of laughter all around me, but I tuned it out. 

When I put both hands on the hilt, the sword suddenly became lighter. It was as light as a book.

I didn't have time to think. I looked up, expecting see an attack ready to decapacitate me. 

But instead, I saw frozen figures. 

They weren't frozen from shock or fear. They were frozen in time. 

Their mouths were still moving, laughing, but their movements were slower than an ant. 

My body moved, propelled itself to the enemy holding onto Daenerys. 

My arms swung hard, cutting off the hands keeping my sister in place. 

Then came his head, and his life. 

It felt like it wasn't me who did that, so I didn't dwell on it, didn't think on it. 

There was no guarantee that time will stay paused, so I moved as fast as I could. 

The enemy holding Visenya was dead in the next instant. 

One by one, I cut off all heads that had threatened us today. 

I took their lives like it was nothing. 

When it was all over, my body was bathed in blood. The people with the name Targaryen had survived, while the others were dead. 

My tired hands let go of the sword, and I collapsed from exhaustion. My weapon broke down into pieces, finally succumbing to its old age.

I think I heard my sisters scream, but I couldn't tell.

I was already asleep.

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