Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

The young king stood by the campfire, the flames still scorching the black dragon egg, and asked in confusion.

"magic!"

Mili, however, spoke with a firm tone.

"The extinction of dragons was not solely due to limitations in their habitat."

Some scholars in the Citadel once believed that the last Targaryen dragon went extinct because the dragon's lair was too cramped, preventing the dragon from growing.

However, the last Targaryen dragon actually died young, before it even reached the space where its growth was restricted by the dragon's lair.

"Mortals need to eat food, breathe air, and drink water from land to live."

The Miri, as Azarin people, shared some similarities with the Dothraki in their customs, also believing that seawater was poisonous.

"And dragons need the blood of true dragons to awaken, they need to devour cattle and sheep to grow, and they need enormous magical power to sustain their lives."

"The true dragon blood within you contains magical power that can awaken dragons. This is only a preliminary condition, and it is not enough."

This time, Viserys seemed to understand Miri's words somewhat.

"You mean... magic hasn't returned yet, and there's no environment for dragons to grow, so it's difficult to hatch them."

However, this time Mili's expression became somewhat serious, her round, chubby, ugly face filled with solemnity.

"No...that's not all, Your Majesty."

“I have already sensed it… perhaps the Bluelipps, the Shadowbinders, the Witches, the priests of the Temple of the Moonsingers, Dr. Marwyn of the Citadel, and so on, all in the far east… have sensed that the power of magic seems to be returning, and it is getting closer and closer.”

"what?"

Viserys was slightly shocked by the priestess's sudden words, and at the same time felt a chill run down his spine. However, sparks suddenly burst from the campfire next to him.

puff--

Flames streaked through the air, spewing out black smoke.

And that black dragon egg, enveloped in flames, seemed to have a faint golden edge, whether it was Viserys's imagination or not.

A cloud of black mist gradually spread from around Viserys.

Then, wisps of black mist gathered into a stream that enveloped the entire dragon egg, seeping into it through the barely perceptible cracks in the eggshell.

Viserys Targaryen

Strength (Sun): 12

Body type (Earth element): 10

Agility (Water-based): 13

Spirit (Lunar): 22

Viserys saw from the flames that the black mist had condensed into characters in High Valyrian, completely revealing his current attribute list.

But the next second.

The scene before him changed once again, and the world around him turned into complete darkness.

Only one giant dragon, its entire body covered in scales with lava-like fluid flowing through its gaps, lingered in the thick black mist.

A pair of enormous, scarlet eyes pierced through the darkness, looking down at him.

Chapter 102 Golden Patterns

"Dragon Dream?"

Viserys, shrouded in darkness, appeared as small as a grain of sand before this colossal creature.

However, even though he could firmly believe that what he was facing now was just a 'dragon dream' that his ancestors had encountered many times, he still felt a strong sense of fear rushing towards him when it actually stood in front of him.

This creature, which transcends conventional understanding, is enough to shatter Viserys's long-held worldview.

"This is too big."

The silver-haired boy stood before this colossal creature, whose body was comparable to mountains and rivers, and felt as if even his breath had stopped.

This terrifying dragon was covered in thick, dark scales, with lava flowing from the gaps between each scale, radiating intense light and heat, before dripping into this dark world.

Call ~

The heavy breathing sounded like thunder, and black mist swirled around the entire dragon, obscuring its enormous size. Yet, the silver-haired boy was no bigger than a single scale in its presence.

Although Viserys had never seen what the Black Death Balerion looked like, he felt that this dragon must be far larger than the 150-meter-tall Black Death.

The giant dragon, shrouded in black mist, looked down at the little devil standing before him as if he were an ant, raising its ferocious yet handsome head high, its long neck gracefully stretched out.

Without uttering a single roar, the dragon opened its deep maw, and terrifying crimson dragon flames surged forth, instantly engulfing Viserys completely.

In an instant, the handsome silver-haired youth turned to ashes, his blood was evaporated by the flames, and his body and hair vanished into thin air, disappearing from this dream world as if he had evaporated into thin air.

...

But outside the home...

Viserys stared blankly at the campfire before him. Miri was still rambling on about her theories when she realized that the young king wasn't listening at all and seemed a little distracted.

"His Majesty?"

The priestess was slightly puzzled.

Viserys had never before drifted off into thought while talking, and following Viserys's gaze, she saw...

A ball of fire?

"His Majesty?"

Miri sensed that something was wrong with Viserys, and then waved her hand in front of him once again.

Then Viserys suddenly shivered, his whole body trembling as if he had just recovered from a serious illness. Cold sweat instantly streamed down his forehead, his chest heaved, and he gasped for breath, one hand supporting himself on the side.

"His Majesty!"

When Miri saw Viserys's face was as pale as paper and cold sweat was pouring down his forehead like it was free, she panicked for a moment and then took out the medicine bottle she always carried with her from her sleeve.

The priestess had studied herbal medicine with Dothraki women and was also taught by Dr. Marwyn, the 'magician' of the Citadel, so she also possessed some medical skills.

However, Viserys seemed to have recovered somewhat by then, and waved his hand to stop the woman from treating him.

"I am fine."

He had just encountered a dragon dream, and in that dream, he encountered a dragon once again.

This wasn't the first time Viserys had encountered it.

After fainting following his coronation, Viserys felt as if he had countless dreams, including the Valyrian catastrophe and a black dragon breathing fire at him. This time, he dreamt of the same scene again.

"why?"

What exactly happened?

Viserys was baffled.

He didn't understand why he kept having these dragon dreams, and what their repeated appearances meant.

However, Viserys sensed that it meant him no harm. It seemed to be singing to him, and although the dragon flames it spewed completely engulfed him, they also seemed to be cleansing and training him.

After a good sweat, Viserys felt much lighter and more relaxed, even his breathing became easier, as if he had been reborn.

And at this time.

Milie's son, Little Hutt, seemed to have noticed something and then tugged at his mother's hand.

"Mom, look, the flames have gone out."

Call ~

A gentle breeze blew by.

The extinguished campfire left only black ash and fragments, while the dragon egg still lay quietly on the grill.

"Ok?"

Viserys was slightly taken aback. Neither he nor Miri had noticed how the campfire had gone out. The fire, which had been fueled by plenty of firewood, could have burned for much longer.

However, before he could think any further, he did.

Viserys's gaze was drawn to the dragon egg lying quietly on the grill.

The black dragon egg remained as deep as ever, like the dark depths of the sea, but in this darkness from which not a single ray of light could be seen, a strange golden pattern appeared, as if it had always been on the dragon egg, reflecting a dazzling light under the sunlight.

However, Viserys was certain that the dragon egg did not have this golden pattern not long ago, and beneath this golden pattern was a barely perceptible crack, which seemed to be where the black mist had just entered.

"Your Majesty, perhaps you should be more patient."

The priestess standing next to the young king stared blankly at Viserys holding his dragon egg, and then offered her advice.

"The winds of revival have already blown, and the dragon sleeping in the stone will eventually awaken. If we are too hasty or force it to hatch, it may backfire."

There are far too many tragedies in the history of House Targaryen caused by the forced incubation of dragon eggs.

Viserys, holding his still-hard black dragon egg, was slightly lost in thought before nodding.

And at this time.

"His Majesty."

Maester Gunther, still wearing his simple grey academic robes, walked over hurriedly with a letter in his hand.

He saw Viserys holding his dragon egg, lost in thought. He didn't know what had happened, but he was worried that the young king had lost his mind because he wanted to hatch the dragon egg.

At the same time, he glanced warily at the priestess standing next to Viserys.

The other party claimed that he had studied with Dr. Marwin, and that Maester Gunther's own teacher had a good relationship with Dr. Marwin.

He had written to his teacher to verify the woman's identity, but his teacher replied that Dr. Marvin had been traveling the world for a long time and had not returned to the Citadel. He would personally verify the woman's identity when he returned.

"A major event has occurred."

Maester Gunther glanced at the other man, then whispered something in Viserys' ear.

Viserys was awakened by the maester's voice.

"event?"

Viserys paused for a moment, then Maester Gunther whispered a few words in Viserys' ear, and the little king's expression changed clearly before he nodded.