The New God of Dragons

(Third Person POV)

Everyone was silent, a bit taken aback by the sudden revelation. There were confused faces on the majority of the nobles present. Many were trying to process what was just said. The force behind their city's seizing claimed to be a man from history, the legendary figure known as Aerion Targaryen. To say that they would be hesitant to believe it at first is an understatement. 

However, only one person believed the words right when they were said; The Princess Shaena. 

She stumbled back, "N-No...." She said with wide eyes, "It can't be...can it be true....? Aerion Targaryen....." 

Myrcella and Cersei both looked at her, "A-Aunt...?" the Princess said, "Did he say what I think he said...?" 

"That person is the Aerion?" Cersei said, "The one from History? The Mighty?" 

There was confused murmuring all around the throne room. People had just processed what had just been said. They didn't know how to react to the man's words, and they didn't know how to react to the fact that a man who should have been long dead was standing right before them. 

But they knew one thing: He was of Targaryen lineage. With his white hair and purple eyes, it was quite obvious he had dragon blood. 

Tywin scoffed, "Aerion Targaryen?" He said, "Aerion Targaryen is dead. He has been dead for more than a century. He died at the hands of Aegon II, bathed in the flames of his dragon right after Rhaenyra Targaryen was killed. He died right in front of his son's eyes, the Broken King." 

Zaldrizes Jaes looked up, a hint of sorrow in his eye, "Aegon...." He said softly as he stood there, "My boy.....my precious boy..." 

Valerion and Vaelor both glanced at him, a serious look on both their faces. They knew that the mention of Aegon III would bring about an unpredictable reaction from their Father. Considering that he had not yet lashed out out of anger meant that they were in the clear. 

Myrcella noticed the emotion in Zaldrizes Jaes's eye, that of a Father. 

The Dragon God then looked at Tywin, his purple eye piercing him, "Sunfyre, you say?" He said, "I did not die by his flames. I killed him. I shoved my blade through his eye, felling the beast. But it's quite something, how Fate works. He did not die before bathing Rhaenyra in his flames." 

"Lies." Tywin said as his face hardened, "Aerion Targaryen died. That is all there is to it. You cannot be him. You are nothing more than.....an abomination." 

"Father, allow me to cut his tongue off.." Valerion scowled, "A Lion has no place in this world to speak against a Dragon. Much less a Dragon God.

The Dragon God sat down on the Iron Throne, grimacing slightly at the touch of the construct. He leaned Blackfyre down and looked around as if he was trying to find a comfortable position in the chair. 

"When I was a young boy....." He started, "I would often be summoned by the King....He would sit in this throne holding this sword in front of him....just like this. I never would have thought it would feel this uncomfortable." 

"Such is the Iron Throne." Tywin said with an arrogant smirk, "It is meant to be-" 

"Uncomfortable." He was cut off, "The Conqueror made it so. So the one who sits on it be constantly reminded of what it means to King. Viserys would often make sure to tell me. Not like I would ever be in line to sit on it. But make no mistake, stupid little child, I know plenty of being uncomfortable.....pain....sorrow.....to make the correct choice...tell me, Tywin Lannister, what do you know?" 

"I know that you're no-" Tywin started

"It was I who wrote the new scripts on dragonkeeping that Aerys II was given to by the scholars. After the Dragon's Rebirth, that is." Zaldrizes Jaes said, "It was I who taught them everything they knew about dragons. It was I who sent them to Westeros to guide the Dragonbringer in bringing the Targaryens as close to their original glory. Every single text that you have laid your eyes upon is written by my hand." 

Myrcella gasped, "I...." She said, "The letter....! The texts....!" 

Shaena looked at Zaldrizes Jaes and stepped forth, "It is you, isn't it? You're him...!" She said with a look of surprise, "I...I cannot believe this....! You're Aerion Targaryen....the Bronze Dragonlord....the Mighty....The Red Dragon....!" 

Aerion Targaryen tilted his head and looked at her, "That is correct." He said simply

Tywin looked at Shaena, "Shaena, you cannot believe something like that-" 

"Quiet." She told him, "There is only one way to confirm this....I saw it in a dream...Aerion...and Rhaenyra...." 

"That name....." Aerion said as he looked down, "I would appreciate it if nobody mentions it again." 

"I saw it in a dream..." Shaena said as she stood next to Tywin, "Aerion Targaryen walked in a beach next to a woman with white hair and purple eyes, who carried a little girl in her arms.....she was beautiful...I believed that woman was her....." 

Aerion looked at her, "That day....you saw it?" 

Shaena nodded, "Yes...." 

"That little girl was Visenya." Aerion said, "The eldest of my children. That day, her sons...our sons.....joined us on that beach and we watched the sunset together. As the Bronze and Golden Wings soared above us, the sound of their songs filled the air as the sight of the setting sun was in front of us. One of the purest moments I have ever experienced..." 

Shaena looked at him with a bit of awe, "It is....it really is you...." She whispered, "The Dragon God of The East....that was you the whole time....?" 

Valerion cleared his throat, "That is correct." He said, "What more do you want him to prove that he is who he says he is? Not like it truly matters, he is Zaldrizes Jaes above everything." 

"Valerion is right." Aerion said as he looked at the rest, "Right now...what matters is the position you are in. You-" 

"You're not Aerion Targaryen." Jaime Lannister spoke up

Vaelor and Valerion scowled as they looked at the Golden Lion. 

"What did you say?" Valerion said with an annoyed tone

"Mind your tongue, Lannister." Vaelor warned, "Do not speak unless spoken to." 

"Aerion Targaryen was famed for his strength." Jaime said, "Every aspiring Knight knows of him. They know his tale as well as they do Aemon Targaryen, the Dragonknight. They say that every time a challenge is issued, Aerion Targaryen steps up and fights. And that is exactly what I have done and yet you don't seem one bit interested!" 

Valerion smirked slightly, "You fool. It was Zaldrizes Jaes that heard you say that." He said, "Aerion Targaryen is right before you now.....well, if that makes sense." 

Aerion blinked, "Jaime Lannister. The Golden Lion. A Lannister twerp who was born with a gift nearly as great as Arthur Dayne and Barristan Selmy." He said, "Make no mistake, I know all about you and your Father. The only Lannisters that have intrigued me. The only reason you two are still alive is because of a debt I owe your distant ancestor, Tyland. But keep speaking and I will simply forget that." 

Jaime scoffed, "Like any of that matters." He said, "You-" 

"Quiet." Valerion warned, "I'm only going to say this once. You do not speak again. The next time a word comes out of your mouth, your head comes clean off." 

The armored soldiers drew their swords, causing everyone to take a step back in alarm. 

Shaena looked at Jaime, "Silence, Ser Jaime!" She said, "Do you not understand what kind of situation we are in? This is not something you can ruin with your warrior's pride." 

Tywin looked at Aerion, "Let us say you are right." He said, "What do you want? Salvation or Doom? What does that mean?" 

"It means that I am here to do one thing; bring an end to the Long Night." Aerion said he leaned back on the Throne, "That is all." 

"The Long Night?" Tywin said, "That silly superstition?" 

"Call it what you want." Aerion said, "That mentality is exactly why I am here. If I had left Westeros as is, all of you would not survive it. Within a few years, the Realm would be a frozen Wasteland with very few survivors. Who knows? Maybe the Dragons would put up a good fight but in the end, your incompetence would mean the end of Westeros. I am here to fix that. I, The Dragon God....." 

"You are no god." Tywin said, "You are what I called you; an abomination." 

"That's it." Valerion drew his sword, "Off with your head now." 

"No." Aerion said seriously

Valerion glanced at him, "Father?" 

Aerion then stood up, the movement releasing a slight black aura that exuded from below his feet. He slowly walked down the steps and made his way past Valerion and the High Priestess, who was silent the entire time, and towards Tywin. 

Shaena took a step back, a bit overwhelmed by the sight of Aerion before him. 

Aerion stared Tywin down who stood tall, yet was towered by him. 

In a swift motion, Aerion plunged Blackfyre through Tywin's chest, an action that shocked everyone in the room. 

Tywin widened his eyes, "W-What..." He coughed up blood

Jaime lunged himself at him, "NO!!" 

He was stopped by the armored men and held back as was Tyrion. The rest of the soldiers stepped in front of the rest, forming a defensive barrier to keep them from going forwards. They all watched as blood dripped from the blade that came out of Tywin. 

Aerion looked at him coldly, "An abomination?" He said seriously, "Hm...." 

He pulled out the blade and before Tywin could collapse, he clutched his wound with his left hand. Suddenly, a bright green glow appeared, smoke emanating from Aerion's claws. 

Everyone watched as there was a bit of green flames bursting from Tywin's wound, closing it completely. 

Shaena widened her eye, "That magic....." 

Aerion then pulled his hand away and stepped back, watching as Tywin collapsed to his knees. 

"An abomination, no." Aerion said as Tywin clutched his chest, which was completely healed, "I am what I say I am; a God." 

The High Priestess stepped forth, "I said it, didn't I?" She said, "You are being graced by the Great One; Zaldrizes Jaes. Whatever man he was before, The Mighty.....the Bronze Dragonlord.....it matters not....Aerion Targaryen as you currently see him is the Dragon God....the one chosen to stave off the End. It is he who will bring about the new era. The Black Wings who bring forth the Dynasty's Glory.....it is his. Zaldrizes Jaes, the one who stands between Life and Death."

Tywin was panting heavily, shocked at what had just happened. He was sure that a wound like that would mean certain death but in the span of a few seconds, he had been healed. His wound was completely healed as if nothing had happened. 

Aerion then glanced at Jaime, looking at him with his right purple eye, "So....." He said seriously, "You wanted a fight?" 

"Well, I'll be kind enough to humor you."