The Living and The Dead

(Rhaegon's POV)

"Wait wait wait!!!" a dwarf cried out as Bronn pulled him out behind a crate, "Don't kill me!!" 

"Nobody's gonna kill you if you cooperate." Bronn said as he tossed him to the side, "Who are you and why do you wear the same colors as these cunts?" 

It was a couple of minutes after Morghul was affected by whatever spell was in that glass egg, he suddenly came to and sneezed several times. He then turned around and walked back outside, like he was unbothered by what had just happened. I can only deduce that whatever the egg had in it, it drew Morghul closer to it and when the spell ended, he was no longer interested. 

It was a terrifying thing, really. The Enemy had the power to draw dragons closer and somehow affect them. 

Now, there was this dwarf that was hiding amidst the chaos and he wore the same black garments as the men that attacked us, a single green eye as an insignia in the middle of his shirt's collar. He was pale and had brown hair and blue eyes. He had a large scar on his forehead like someone cut him with a claw or something similar. 

"I'm not a threat!" He said as he got to his knees and placed his hands together, "I swear it!" 

Tyrion walked past me, "Let him go, Bronn." He said seriously

"What?" Bronn looked at him, "You serious?" 

"Yes, I'm serious." Tyrion said, "I will not stand by and watch you manhandle another dwarf." 

Bronn sighed and backed away, "Alright." He said

"Tyrion." Sandor said, "It's not ideal. He wears the enemy's colors, he could be dangerous. Tying him up and questioning him is the only right move. Dwarf or not." 

I nodded, "I agree." 

He looked at us, "Yes, it would be easy for you lot to think like that." He said, "You two with your tall stature and amazing physicality." 

"It's not about discrimination, Tyrion, shut the fuck up." I scowled, "I never once underestimated you or treated you differently, have I? Get that shit out of your head and just tie him up if you won't let us do it." 

"Wait!" the dwarf said, "I swear it, I swear it! Y-You're Rheagon Baratheon, right? Right?!" 

He looked at me with a pleading expression. 

"Yea." I said, "What of it?" 

"Look, I saw your Uncle. Stannis!" He said

I walked over to him and pushed Tyrion out of the way. 

"Rhaegon..." He grumbled as he stepped away

I looked at the dwarf and drew my sword again, pointing it at him, "Oh yea?" I said, "Where is he? Do you know?" 

"Well, yes....and no..." He said as he pulled away, "I'm.....Look, I'm not with these maniacs! Not willingly!" 

"Explain." I said, "Where is Stannis? What the fuck just happened? What was that glass egg and what happened to my Dragon? You saw it all, didn't you?" 

"O-One question at a time, Ser." He said while breathing heavily, "Do I have your word you won't kill me after I answer them....?" 

I lowered my blade, "You do. But any indication that you might be a threat, and I'll have this one cut your throat." I said gesturing at Bronn

"Hey, Bronn is my sellsword." Tyrion said, "And he won't do anything that I won't tell him to-" 

"Shut up." I said, "I am your Prince, Tyrion." 

"Ah...." Tyrion said as he waved me away with both hands and walked away

"Uh...he's right, you-" Bronn started

"Two coinpurses." I cut him off, "Shut up." 

"Okay." He said as he drew his dagger and stepped back

"You." I said while sheathing Fury, "What's your name?" 

"Well....I don't have one..." the dwarf said, "But you can call me Beak." 

"Beak?" I said

"Well, you see this scar?" He asked, "An eagle did this to me with its beak when I was younger.....made me much uglier than I already was...." 

"Okay, Beak." I said, "First question." 

"Stannis...." He said slowly standing up, "Okay okay.....I don't know where he is right now, but I saw him when he first attacked Summerhall. He went to the Stepstones, injured and some remnants of his men. I believe it was Robert's men who nearly caught him. Right now? I have no clue but my only guess is the Golden Company might have him hidden considering he met with Vaemon Blackfyre." 

"Vaemon Blackfyre?" I said, "So the Blackfyre name still lives? Or is it just people adopting it...?" 

"You think we can trust whatever he says?" Sandor asked, "If anything, he could be a spy sent by this one. The enemy, the Pretender, has spies and agents all over the damned Realm." 

I looked at him, "We need whatever information we can get." I told him, "And do you remember what you said that one time at the brothel?" 

"Sellswords and whores speak the truth when before the Black Lord." 

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"Alright." I said as I sat in a stool, "This is a much better locale for an interrogation." 

"Yea, tell me about it." Bronn said as he stood behind Beak

Morghul lay behind me, I could feel his breath on my back as he stared at the dwarf in front of me, who looked at him with a bit of nervousness. 

"Whatever I think is a lie..." I told Beak, "You know what will happen, right?" 

He nodded, "T-Trust me, I know.....I know how Targaryens roll...." He said with a gulp

"Is this really necessary?" Tyrion asked as Sandor stood next to him

"Yes." I said

Beak gulped again, "What do you want to know?" 

"Well, what's your deal?" I asked, "Why are you wearing those colors and why were you with them?" 

"O-Okay..." He said as Morghul let out a rumble, "First of all, a question....do you know who those guys were?" 

"Stannis's goons." I said

"Yes and no." Beak said, "Some were in fact zealots for Stannis, gathered by the Red Cult, followers of The Lord of Light....but the others, the ones who wear these colors....they're from the Dark Order..." 

"The Dark Order..." I said, "Those zealot witches?" 

"You know of them? Good, that saves me the trouble." He sighed, "There are soldiers gathered by them in order to act as military power. They have a joint-relationship with the Red Cult, it's some sort of alliance, some sort of religious understanding with the Lord of Light, granting them that fire magic." 

"Okay...." I said, "So they've infiltrated the Realm? These Dark Order soldiers?" 

"The Black Army....that's what they're called..." Beak said, "And no. They haven't....all these guys so far, they're just a couple of agents sent for specific reasons. For this one, it's to test the connection....that thing they did to your dragon..." 

I frowned, "What?" 

"It's magic." He said, "It's a sort of magic that can connect to a Dragon, the enemy's dragon. If it connected successfully, that means it can work....whatever they're planning..." 

"And what's that?" I asked

"I...that I don't know..." He said, "L-Look, I'm just a dwarf who was recruited for entertainment purposes by the Black Army. I've seen the Dark Order Priestesses a couple of times and they're the ones that created that spell, whatever its purpose is." 

"And that voice. You heard it, right?" I said, "Was that who I think it was?" 

His face went pale, paler than usual and he looked down, sweat beads running down his face, "Y-Yea...." He said, "Zaldrizes Jaes....the Dragon God....." 

I narrowed my eyes, "What is he? Do you know?" 

"To understand what he is....." He said softly, "You must understand what everything else is.....The Lord of Light, the barrier between the living and the dead, and what the Dark Order has done...." 

"And how would a Dwarf know all of this? Sounds like exclusive information reserved for the top dogs on your side." Bronn said

"I am small, so I can fit into small spaces." He said, "I occasionally escape the clutches of the Black Army and try to hide into their ships to leave but I eventually end up in the quarters with the Black Priestesses....listen....whatever they are, they're not human either! They speak to him, the Dragon God, through flames as well!" 

"Okay...." I said, "Explain it to me, then." 

"From what I understand...." Beak continued, "The Gods are real...at least a few of them. I don't know about the Seven....but the Old Gods...they're real...The Lord of Light, his power is real....the Lord of Dark, The Drowned God.....all of them....they're real!" 

"What?" I said

"And how can you prove any of that?" Sandor asked, "Bunch of religious shite." 

"I saw it! Their power! The Dark Order has tested it out themselves!" He exclaimed, "I've seen the experiments! Fire Wights, Ice Wights, and Water Wights!" 

"Wights?" I asked, "Wait...what?" 

"T-the North!" He said, "The Night's Watch, right? They have the Wall, right? What do you think they fight to keep Westeros safe from? The Walkers! The White Demons! I've seen them!" 

"You've been north of the wall?" I asked

"N-No..." He said, "I can't explain it...but there were some in the East.....I...have no clue how...but I saw them!" 

I frowned, "How?" 

"I don't know!" He exclaimed, "But these White Demons, they raise Ice Wights through the power granted by the Lord of Dark or whatever name this cold god has! The Lord of Light grants his power to his priestesses and those brought back through said power are known as Fire Wights....or that's what the Black Priestesses say!" 

"I see...." I said, "And I assume that the Drowned God.....can raise Water Wights...?" 

"Y-Yes...." Beak said

"And what does this have to do with the Dragon God?" I asked

"H-He's....well, I...." He started, "He's different. In a way....he's a Fire Wight....but....no.....he's not....he's just different...I don't know....I do know this.....and I heard this from the Priestesses themselves which sounded serious....Zaldrizes Jaes.....He stands in the barrier between the living and the dead....he's the being created for the sole purpose of defying the Old Gods....." 

"He's a New God...."