Zaldrizes Jaes

(Third Person POV)

[Essos]

"So it's time?" The High-Priestess said as she stood in the middle of the massive hall, "Everything is arranged as Valerion wished?" 

There were three other priestesses in front of heir, all draped in the same black veil, albeit much shorter than the High-Priestess's. 

"Yes." One of them said, "Everything is arranged as he had planned. The Ironborn will attack the North after the Dothraki fall upon Dorne. And our Black Army....they will follow after." 

The High-Priestess nodded, "At long last." She said softly, "Syras? Meleys?" 

"Syras will take Viserra and aid Daegon in his invasion. Vaemon will act as the Ironborn's backup as a deterrent for Princess Daenerys's dragon." the priestess told her, "His presence will most definitely attract King Rhaegar's attention. All will go smoothly, I have a good feeling about it. As for Meleys, she will be here shortly."

The High-Priestess smiled under her veil, "Good." She said softly, "We have waited long enough. It is time." 

Suddenly, they heard a loud rumbling above them. They looked up to see the massive black dragon that was leaned against the ceiling, it had moved its head and it caused some stones and rocks to crumble to the ground. 

It's large green eye opened and looked right at them, it's maw slightly opening as it released fumes. 

"It appears this one has been restless." The High-Priestess said, "The Embers. Bring them." 

The Priestesses all nodded as they turned around and walked to the edge of the room, where there were some chests. 

The High-Priestess looked up to the massive dragon that began to let out a low growl, "You...." She said softly, "You who had lived in this world for far too long.....your time will soon come." 

She then noticed that the priestess had walked back to her, holding the jars that were glowing bright green from inside. 

"It is prepared, High-Priestess." One of them said

"Let us commence." The High Priestess said, "Bring the eggs."

As she said this, the doors opened and more women draped in black walked in, slowly making their way towards the stairs that led up to the altar where the dragon's leg rested. The High-Priestess and the others began to walk up as the other women were holding what looked like dragon eggs, except these were covered in blood. 

The three priestesses behind the High Priestess were holding to the jars and the closer they got to the top, the brighter the glow got. 

"For more than a century...." The High Priestess started, "We have been waiting.....to return him to his peak....at long last.....the time has come." 

They reached the top, where the dragon's leg was, the Man fused to it. His head was hung and he looked unresponsive. 

The other women walked around the platform and began to place the bloodied eggs around the leg as they began to chant in a foreign language. They had pieces of a black stone that they used to draw circles and runes around the eggs and around the platform. 

The High Priestess stood right in front of the man, who was not moving, his low breathing was barely able to be heard. 

"For decades...." The High Priestess said as she reached for the man's face and gently patted his cheek, "These women have devoted their entire being to producing daughters for the Dark Order. The stillborns...were given a new purpose; to be turned into dragons to feed The Cannibal. The Old Order would've had you bed your own daughters, Zaldrizes Jaes, but no....we are not them....we are yours. Your property. Nobody lays a hand on us, not even you. But you....still wish for us to perform our duty. To you." 

The Man did not respond, his breathing got a bit louder, however. 

The women had finished writing runes and circles all around the platform, their chanting getting louder as they stood to the side, flinging strange gold dust into the air. The dragon began to move his entire neck, causing tremors in the walls and ceiling as he let out a deep growling. 

The women raised their hands in the air and began to chant in High Valyrian. 

"Zaldrizes Jaes.....born from the flesh of dragon....the Light of the Old God."

The High Priestess looked at the others, "Do it." 

They approached The Man and opened the jars, reaching inside and grabbing the Embers from within. As their hands began to slightly burn from coming in contact with the creatures, they began to chant in High-Valyrian as well. 

"Embers of Light, reach deep within Zaldrizes Jaes..." 

Each of them then placed the creatures close to the man's mouth and within a split second, they all entered his mouth and nose, embedding themselves inside his body in a quite disturbing way. The Man's body jerked slightly as a response to the sudden action but there was no other reaction to it. 

The priestesses backed away as they began to chant alongside the women. 

"Rise again, Zaldrizes Jaes, spread your black wings across the world and set ablaze your enemies." 

The High Priestess then drew a dagger from within her robes and cut her left palm, "Aegon I, Maegor, Aera, Viserys I." She said softly, "The Blood of The Chosen shall bring forth the Dragon God. And now....the Blood of The Unlikely is what wakes him from his slumber....." 

As she bled, she raised her palm towards the Man's mouth and pressed it against his lips. 

"Wake...." The High Priestess said, "Wake, my beloved Dragon God." 

Suddenly, the blood began to be sucked from her palm and into his mouth and within a few seconds, most of it was ingested by The Man. 

His entire body jerked back as he let out a loud grunt. 

"Ugh...." He managed with his raspy voice, his right arm twitching as his left eye opened, "Ahhh....." 

"It begins." The High Priestess said with a smile

"Flesh of The Dragon God, Scales of The Dragon God, your cinders will converge with Zaldrizes Jaes." 

Suddenly, the eggs that were placed around the platform burst into green flames, the circles and runes drawn on the floor glowing brightly. 

The Dragon began to open his maw, letting out a vicious rumble as the green flames erupted into long and thin pillars. 

Suddenly, the Man's body began to glow brightly as he opened his mouth, "AGHHHH!!!!" He shouted as his mouth erupted with green flames, "GAHHHH!!!!!!" 

"Zaldrizes Jaes, O Zaldrizes Jaes, Show Mercy to Our Poor Souls." 

The High Priestess extended her cut hand outwards and closed it, squeezing it tightly as blood poured onto the floor in front of the man. The blood immediately boiled and burst into flames as she began to chant. 

"New God of Old Valyria, Come Forth."

The green flames then swirled into the Man as he kept yelling, they were sucked into his entire body, seeping through his skin as his entire body shook violently. The Dragon let out a pained howl as he began to trash his entire body around, causing tremors all around the Hall. 

"Arise." 

The yelling then came to an abrupt stop and the man's head violently jerked forwards and hung down. 

The Women stopped their chanting and the High Priestess looked at the Man. 

"A-Ah...." He said with a much deeper and clearer voice

The High Priestess noticed his grey hair then changed colors, going to white momentarily and then turning pitch black. She saw that his entire body also shifted, going from shriveled and pale to muscular and fuller in color, a slight beige. 

The Man raised his head, his face looking much more youthful as his green dragon eye pierced the woman. 

"Oh....." The High Priestess said as she raised her arms slightly, "After all this time....it's different....different than your other times.....the other times were just you having brief breaks from your stasis, My Lord....My Liege....Your Holiness...ahhh....." 

The Man then pulled himself free from the dragon's leg, a disturbing sound being heard as his entire body came into full view. His left arm was covered in nothing but black scales, his fingers had sharp claws that were obsidian. His entire body had nothing but scars that were bleeding, something that would've worried anyone else but the Man seemed rather unfazed. He wore white and tattered pants which hid his lower body. 

There was an intense aura being released by the man as the dragon's leg behind him began to steam violently as if it was healing itself, the massive hole to which the man was fused. 

The woman got down in a prostrating position, chanting in High Valyrian as the High Priestess got on both her knees, offering her hands to the Man. 

"Great Dragon God...." She said with a shaky voice, "H-How do you feel? Are you no longer in pain....? Decades of constant rituals....for the final push....to bring you back.....did.....I succeed?" 

The Man looked at her, his dragon eye piercing through her as the Dragon began to roar loudly. 

He then raised his left arm and placed his finger in front of his lips in a quiet gesture, "Shhhh....." He said 

The Dragon then immediately calmed down and rest his entire body against the wall and ceiling as usual. 

He then reached his right arm to the High Priestess, which seemed normal, as normal as it could be. 

He lifted her veil and reached inside, patting her cheek as he looked at her with a serious expression, "You did well." he said, his voice deep and healthy, "I feel fine." 

"I...." The High Priestess said softly, "I am glad." 

"Where is Meleys?" The Man said as he pulled his hand away, 

"Where is my daughter?"