As the golden flames began to consume everything around her, Daenerys didn't feel anything particularly special. She looked at the fire surrounding her and, curiously, touched it with her hands. Aside from a comfortable warmth, she felt nothing else.
The sensation reminded her of soaking in a bath—it was cozy and relaxing. Then, Daenerys began to feel something more. Her heart pulsed in her chest with ferocity. It was beating so hard she thought it might leap right out of her chest.
In the next moment, Daenerys felt a wave of heat course through her body, and a sweet, comfortable moan escaped her lips. She quickly covered her mouth with both hands, feeling a deep sense of shame for making such an embarrassing sound. She only hoped no one had heard it, or she truly would have preferred to burn on the funeral pyre.
However, Daenerys paid close attention to the heat flowing through her. Remembering Cadmus's words, she knew it was her magical energy awakening. This filled her with joy, and she quickly pulled the four dragon eggs from the chest.
Daenerys sat amidst the flames and placed the four dragon eggs around her, positioning each one as comfortably as possible.
"ARGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
"Kill me!!!"
"KILL ME!!!"
Daenerys frowned as she heard the man's screams of pain and agony. She looked at him with dissatisfaction, as if complaining that he was shouting too loudly.
Ignoring the man being burned alive, she closed her eyes and began to perform the blood magic. Unlike other forms of magic, Blood Magic required two things: sacrifice, and will combined with resolve. The sacrifice was currently being burned alive beside her. She only needed to impose her will and remain determined.
"Daenerys, remember, you are a queen and magic obeys you; command this energy as if it were a subject." Daenerys whispered Cadmus's words and did exactly what he had asked of her.
"I am calling you, my baby dragons," Daenerys murmured, a smile appearing on her lips while she kept her eyes closed.
At her whisper, the surrounding flames began to be influenced, swirling around her like fiery whirlpools. Suddenly, Daenerys felt her environment change drastically.
Opening her eyes, Daenerys found herself in a field of snow.
Looking around, she saw nothing but snow. Everywhere she turned, her eyes met only the immaculate white of the drifts. She looked up at the sky and saw only darkness.
Not the dimness of twilight, but an absolute blackness—the total absence of all light. The sun, which should have been resplendent against the blue backdrop of the sky, was missing, leaving behind a dark, cold void devoid of any hope.
Daenerys tried to take a step forward but tripped over something and fell, her hands hitting the ground. With her hands buried in the snow, she looked down, her eyes widening in horror at what she had tripped over.
A stiff, blue-tinged arm was emerging from the snow; she could see sharp nails that glinted like the edge of a blade.
To her pure horror and fear, there wasn't just one arm, but thousands—tens, even millions of arms emerging from the desert of ice and snow, as if a sea of corpses lay beneath the pristine white.
Looking ahead, she saw beings clad in armor and wielding swords of ice. They were strange, beautiful, a different kind of life... inhuman, elegant, yet terrifyingly dangerous. They were tall and gaunt, with skin as pale as milk and cold blue eyes that could be described as burning like ice or as spectacular as blue stars.
Suddenly, Daenerys noticed the buried arms began to move, all reaching for her, climbing her body and pulling her down. No matter how hard she tried to escape, to scream and cry for help, the arms persisted without sign of stopping, relentlessly dragging her into the frozen abyss beneath the snow.
Then, Daenerys heard a voice—icy and chilling like the cold winds of a storm in the far north—whispering in her ear. It was a raspy, cold voice, like a harsh winter reaping lives.
"I will kill you, Daughter of Fire."
Before being fully pulled into the sea of snow, she saw a being riding a decomposing horse; he held a spear and wore a crown that seemed made of ice and snow atop his brittle, grey hair. For some reason, Daenerys felt an overwhelming urge to kill that being.
Daenerys opened her eyes and gasped, feeling a terrible chill despite being surrounded by fire. She didn't know what had just happened, but she could still feel her body trembling; the scene was still fresh in her mind. That cold feeling carried the scent of death, decay, and ruin.
Suddenly, Daenerys noticed something crawling in her lap. Looking down, she gasped in complete shock as she saw a small black dragon looking up at her with an expression that could only be described as adorable.
Soon, she noticed three other dragons climbing over her body as if it were a playground for the hatchlings. Daenerys let out a lovely laugh, and though the dragons were scratching her skin, she had never felt so happy in her life.
"My beautiful babies heard their mother and actually hatched," Daenerys murmured with a proud look, gazing at the small dragons as if they were her own children.
Unbeknownst to her, a red comet tore across the sky, leaving a long, glowing trail behind. Every mage in the world raised their head at that moment, looking at the comet streaking through the sky with horror and fear.
Kinvara, who was on a ship heading toward King's Landing, looked up and smiled. She knelt and began to pray. She wasn't the only one; at that moment, no matter how small the Temple of the Red God was, everyone knelt and prayed.
It was the Red God's blessing upon this rotten world, stagnant in time.
Unaware of the chaos she had unleashed upon the continent of Essos, Daenerys noticed the flames beginning to die down. Curiously, she felt she could reignite the fire with just a thought, but she didn't, letting the flames go out.
Daenerys remembered Cadmus's words, calling her the Mother of All Flames, and feeling the power within her, she understood perfectly what he meant.
Rising from the funeral pyre, her dress still intact and perfectly pristine, she looked to the side. A charred corpse made her frown; the smell of burning human flesh was quite unpleasant.
Suddenly, Daenerys noticed that everything around her was silent. She looked curiously to the sides and saw that everyone was strangely quiet. Shocked, incredulous eyes soon turned into pure reverence and adoration.
As the four dragon hatchlings scurried over her body, two of them perched on her shoulders and roared at the crowd. It was a high-pitched, infant roar, yet it already carried a majestic and threatening tone.
Rhaegar was breathing heavily; he had even forgotten the Archbishop's final words before he died. His vision was entirely consumed by the four dragon hatchlings moving over his sister's body. To say he was in ecstasy would be an understatement of what he was feeling at that moment.
The dream of every Targaryen king—aside from Aegon III—was right before him, and he had to admit, they were the most beautiful creatures he had ever seen. He hadn't even felt this way when he held his daughter and son for the first time.
Rhaella's eyes also widened. As a survivor of Summerhall, she had personally seen her entire family die on that tragic day. Tears filled her eyes; she felt that, at last, the souls of her family were at peace.
Dragons had returned to the world, and they belonged once more to House Targaryen.
Under the shocked gazes of Rhaegar and Rhaella, the smallfolk finally reacted. But instead of the shouts they expected, there was only silence, and then, everyone knelt. It wasn't just one or two people; all eighty thousand people knelt before Daenerys.
There was a fanatical glint in the people's eyes; they looked at the small figure who had emerged unscathed from the funeral pyre with reverence and adoration.
Cadmus looked at Daenerys and the four dragon hatchlings, feeling unprecedented satisfaction. Witnessing the birth of the Mother of Dragons was simply epic.
Cadmus didn't notice that one of the dragon hatchlings looked at him with a gaze of dependence and arrogance, reminiscent of a certain Dark Phoenix.
Note: I rewrote this chapter a few times, which is why it took a while to post, but I feel I did a good job. I hope you like it, as it was a lot of work.
And yes, Cadmus will have a dragon. It will be a bit comical, but he will have a dragon.
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