The Black Dread.

For days you planned, you, your sisters and your lords planned to carve an eternal legacy in Westeros. A kingdom to rival the Valyrian freehold of old. A kingdom forged from Fire and Blood.

Tactics were discussed, strength of armies were evaluated, defenses were studied. The soldiers prepared for the invasion. Sharpening their blades, counting their arrows, gathering their rations. The island was more alive than its ever been.

You watch all of this from the walls of your ancestral home. Standing next to you is your friend Orys Baratheon. The sounds of the men preparing for the voyage fill the air.

“How does it feel Aegon to be making history?” Orys comments.

“I won’t know the feeling until we win and set it in stone.” You Answer.

“You’ve planned this moment for to long to fail, You will not fail, I will make sure you don’t.” Orys says.

“Thank you Orys. You have always been my most loyal friend. I want you to be in overall command of the army.” You tell him.

Orys bends the knee and lowers his head. “I will accept any task from my king.”

“Lord Aegon!” A solder yell approaching you.

“What is it.” You ask slightly annoyed from the interruption.

“Most of the ravens returned. We have received no responses from Westeros.”

This is no surprise to you. The kings of Westeros would have been wise to have bent to you. They do not comprehend the weapon you have at your disposal.

“They have chosen poorly than.” Orys comments.

“What’s the status of the fleet?”

“Lord Daemon has most of his ships ready.”

“I want it all ready by nightfall. We sail in the cover of darkness.” You order.

The solder complies and heads for the beach.

“Shall you accompany me to the volcano Orys?”

“Waking the dragons never gets old my lord.”

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You and Orys approach the large ash covered mountain alone, none of your solders dared to make camp near this place. Heat and smoke rise from its top. You approach a cave larger than most caves. Darkness echoed its walls and a huge breathing sound can be herd. Without fear, you walk towards the huge cave. At the top lies two dragons watching you like guardians. On the left is Vhaegar, Visenya’s dragon. To the right is Meraxes, Rhaeny’s dragon. You stand at the edge of the cave silent as you wait to meet your mount.

A stomping noise echoes the cave and shadows of the cave start to move. A humongous dragons snout emerges. Wings that tower castles spring from the sides. The black dread Belarion, stands above you. A monster larger than most dragons. It’s shadow swallows entire towns in its wingspan. It’s fire burned the hottest and the brightest than the others. And you were it’s rider.

“Wake up my friend, it’s time to go to war.”

The creature knelt it’s head in silence. You climbed it’s scales and placed yourself on its large saddle, Belarion’s roar was large enough to wake the continent in fear. The lords of Westeros will hear it soon enough.

.........

Beyond your sight, stands a figure watching you with A cloak of crimson red that veils their face. They smile at the events from a distance and watch it all with a burning gaze.

“I have found him, at long last.”