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The Stormborn and the Stormbringer
SkilledWarriorKiwi
Chapter 5: Dragon Dream
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(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
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Daenerys awoke within a dream.
She blinked, abruptly finding herself standing on a balcony made of steel. She was clad only in her nightgown, feet and arms bare but felt no chill on the metal floor. As she looked around she saw more metal; metal beams bracing the ice walls, metal stairs, metal tables, metal chairs, and lanterns of metal scattered around the room. The main wall filling the entirety of the great hall before her was of ice, far taller then the pyramid of Astapor and of cold shimmering blues with a chilling mist slowly emanating from it.
Daenerys stared at the massive wall of ice before her, hands gripping the metal railing. She could see Ghidorah's gigantic silhouette housed within the massive ice structure, not her current Ghidorah but rather a vast creature that filled the entirety of the ice in such colossal size she would have been nothing more than a speck before it.
After some staring at the great shadow within the ice Daenerys turned away to inspect the odd balcony she was on; metal boxes were stacked around her but there was also several curious metal lanterns pointed towards the far ice wall. Inspecting one revealed a single opening covered in glass but despite that she saw no flame within, just a strong beam of light unlike any torch or lantern she'd seen before. Waving a hand across the beam of light offered no heat and it was only when she touched the edge of the glass did she feel a faint burn.
For the last few days Daenerys and her army had been on the march, making their way towards the Yellow City of Yunkai while following the river road. It would take nearly two more weeks of travel to reach Yunkai, as Daenerys hadn't wanted to exhaust her troops before confronting the slaver city. Her energy had been wrung at the end of each day, dealing with the sudden burden of trying to organize and provision an army of thousands which her council were a welcomed help. For the last few days her sleep had been troubled yet dreamless, Daenerys falling to sleep with numbers and food dancing through her thoughts only to wake shortly with the dawn to continue the steady march.
However this dream felt much like as when she'd been in the House of the Undying and she knew that it was no normal dream she was within. It was something for her to watch and be wary of.
Unsure of what was waiting for her within the heart of the cold glacier, Daenerys walked into the strange metal box connected to balcony. It was small and she was unsure of its purpose. On the wall next to the entry was a row of strange circles, almost like buttons embedded within the metal. The top one was glowing faintly like a candle and after some hesitation Daenerys pressed it.
The doors to the box shut down through no means Daenerys could detect, making her jump back. A odd whirling noise filled the air and Daenerys clung to the wall when she felt the box move. It wasn't falling, instead seeming to rise as if it was cargo being risen from a docked ship. But there was no titling or listing, the box just going up and up in a completely unnatural speed and precision.
Daenerys was too panicked to notice the numbers flashing on the glass above the doors, only snapping out of her fright when a high noise like a bird call sounded and the doors slid open, again with any outside influence. Daenerys all but ran out of the box, finding herself in a dimly lit corridor.
She looked back at the strange box, but it did nothing. Even the strange doors didn't roll back down. Still, she wasn't going near that thing again so after some wary staring she tentatively began to make her way down the hallway. It was of more metal and she could find no flame for the light emanating from the ceiling. She guessed it was much like the rotted heart in the House of the Undying, something strange and unnatural.
In the far distance she could see the exit of the hallway, seemingly another snowy plain like the vision she'd had before.
As she walked down the hall all the furniture she passed was foreign to her, not just all the metal but the odd things upon the tables. Some things looked as if they were boxes with glass openings but when she touched one it felt dense and was heavy like a small boulder. Most oddities littered the desks, quills with no feathers, rectangles of more smooth glass, strange small toys of bright colour and a material she couldn't name.
When she reached the mouth of the fort a snowy tundra awaited her. However her eye caught on a small office by the giant metal doorway, a great glass window and metal door to shield it from the brisk wind. When she entered there was another of the odd desks, and the metal boxes but this one also had countless notes strewn across it.
She shuffled through one of the pieces of vellum, noting how it was snowy white and strangely frail and thin. The text she couldn't read, despite being fluent in a multiple of languages. Even the leather-backed books were much the same, some of the same language as the vellum sheet but others also unknown to her. Others were notebooks which had scribbles and short sentences but it all remained infuriating unreadable to her.
However pinned to the wall next to the desk was a great portrait- or a painting, she wasn't sure as when she ran her fingers over the parchment she felt nothing like texture of paint or charcoal -and it was of Ghidorah, the backdrop golden with Ghidorah drawn in black sharp lines and edges to take up the majority of the parchment. He was breathing lightning down upon a herd of horsemen attempting to flee from him to no avail.
A single sentence was etched along the lower right, also an unknown language. However as she brushed her fingertips across the lines they seemed to wiggle and squirm like a line of beetles before forming a short length of words in Old Valyrian.
DEATH SONG OF THREE STORMS.
Daenerys felt a shiver run up her spine, her unbound hair sliding over her shoulders as she studied the sentence intently. When she took her fingers away the words became intelligible again. Her fingertips burned and cold sweat dotted her nape.
Giving the portrait a last lingering look Daenerys left, stepping out of the metal hall onto the tundra. The snow was soft beneath her feet, more of it tangling in her hair within the wind but she felt none of the chill.
She looked behind her, half expecting to see the great Wall looming over her again but there was just a low snowy cliff as a bracket before the light was stolen by the darkness of the storm clouds above. The entry to the hall was bright with the flameless lights, almost like the maw of some metal beast ready to swallow her whole.
Seeing no other path Daenerys continued to walk through the snow, her shift clinging to her body as she walked. There were several lights, much like the ones in the metal but in the shape akin to mushrooms stumped deep into the snow. She walked past several giant metal crates and strange metal structures but paid them no mind. She needed to find and understand the reason for her strange dream, thinking of that portrait and the great Ghidorah within the ice. There must be a reason.
Then the ground trembled and shook and she stumbled, nearly falling over as the ice shattered around her. Behind her the metal entry collapsed and most of the area around it in a massive sink hole, stopping only several yards from her feet. Snow and wind swept past her to be swallowed down in the huge gullet within the earth, Daenerys crouching for balance as the hem of her nightgown whipped against her bare thighs. She backed up, away from the lip of the massive hole which had abruptly opened.
Deep within the sinkhole she could see a golden light ignite, almost like a pit of fire had erupted within the snowy cavern.
Then a massive barbed tail rose into the air, ice cracking and falling away as the curved spines flexed. More flashes, the clouds above getting blacker as lightning began to crack and rumble. The wind tore at her hair and shift, Daenerys squinting through the flurry of snow as the tail was followed by one head, then two, and then three, each shaking off clinging ice chucks larger than her whole body.
It was Ghidorah, not as the youngling he currently was and barely reaching the size of her zorse but as a colossal beast that absolutely towered over her. He would even be bigger than the tallest pyramid of Astapor, one of the smaller scales dotted along his lips bigger than a round shield and a single horn longer than a fully grown oak. It was difficult for her to comprehend his sheer size against the black night and flurry of snow, even as lightning danced around his golden bulk and his call was eerie and rattling.
She had to move when Ghidorah shook himself off, the motion making the ice shelf in front of her collapse as he seemed oblivious to her tiny presence below his immense form. He tugged a gigantic wing free of the snow, the limb alone longer than all three of her ships aligned bow to stern, with lightning dancing across the golden membrane. The noise of ice shattering mingled with the thunder.
Daenerys' hair whipped around her as she avoided several great chunks of ice from crushing her, Ghidorah's shrieks sounding like the undulation of some unnatural bird screech. The storm above intensified in bright flashes as Ghidorah pulled his other wing free, making the earth tremble as he settled down the joints of both limbs to pull himself out of the sinkhole. His great tails whipped from side to side, striking more ice off the cliff behind him.
She skidded to a halt at a safe distance, feeling the ground shake against as Ghidorah's weight settled upon the ground even as the motion nearly knocked her down.
Then the left head noticed her, twisting down with serpentine grace to loom above her with a sharp squawk. Always observant, always watchful. With a slow, deliberate movement he lowered his great nose down further to sniff at her. Even with his snout pressed against the ground to inspect her she couldn't reach his upper lip at her full height.
It may be a dream but Daenerys didn't care, instead reaching out for her child and feeling the leathery skin underneath her hands. He was so immense her hand couldn't even span a single scale of his lip. She rested her forehead against his chin, closing her eyes as she tried to reach out to him, much like she'd done in Astapor.
Instead of the murky, childish mind she was used to it felt as if she was touching an ocean; not the blue waves near the beaches and land, or the sparkling length of water stretched to the horizon while they sailed on ships, but the black unknown depths several days from the nearest body of land. Something ancient and alien, something monstrous and merciless and so terribly hungry.
She knew of the deeds her ancestors wrought, knew dragons were spectacular and beautiful but ferocious and unyielding. Of Balerion who's shadow cast whole villages under blackness and breath which scorched thousands into ash. They held no kindness for any naught but their kith and kin and perhaps not even then so, as the Dance aptly displayed. But this was her child and she had born him from the bones of her dead husband and fed him at her breast like any mother would before his fangs grew in.
I am the blood of the dragon, she thought, If he is a monster then so am I. Fire and blood.
When Daenerys pulled away all three heads were fixated upon her, six sets of great crimson eyes staring unblinkingly at her. His exhales washed over her, the air hot enough it melted the snowflakes tangled within her hair. A single tooth was longer than a any of the Unsullied spears.
Then his middle head jerked up, hissing angrily and the other two followed suit. He started searching, long necks twisting around as he started to scan the surrounding area. Daenerys was confused before she noticed a light pulsating towards them over her shoulder.
A great blue glow had emanated just below the ice half a league away, like a lamp within a fog. The light was vivid among the white and dark of the snowy tundra and the dark storm and Ghidorah growled, a low rumbling noise.
Then the ice cracked and some great reptilian thing heaved itself out of the ground, the thick spikes scales of its spine glowing with the bright blue energy which steadily faded back into darkness. Its bipedal body was bulky and covered in thick black scales like the hide of a crocodile, huge and towering like Ghidorah. Its tail swept through the snow as it took several steps towards Ghidorah, its massive muzzle wrinkled in a ferocious snarl. The ice groaned under its weight but didn't break as it stalked forward.
Ghidorah hissed at the new creature, rising back on his hind legs to flare out his great wings in a buffet of air and snow. Lightning thrummed through the clouds around them, as both creatures stared at one another even as Daenerys hurriedly backed away.
Then the black scaled beast let out a scream that seemed to rattle her bones before charging forth, Ghidorah shrieking right back before leaping forward with a sweep of his wings. The two collided so hard it blew away the blizzard in a burst of air, Daenerys also stumbling from the air buffet only to fall over as her bare foot slipped on a rock buried in the snow.
She fell on her side as the giant Ghidorah and the black scaled beast attacked each other, biting and snapping at one other with feral abandon while screeching so loud she felt her eardrums would burst.
Daenerys rolled over, about to push herself up onto her feet when she froze; for looking up at her, partially buried in the snow and bracketed by her hands, was a half rotted skeleton. Not a rock.
She had seen dead before and was discomforted by touching them but what really made her tense was the eye staring at her from the flesh-peeled skull. An eye with a pale blue iris, wet and watching her. Daenerys recoiled, stumbling back to her feet only to nearly slip over another partially buried body until she realized that underneath the top layer of snow the ground was now coated in corpses. Some near skeletons with bones exposed but others fresh as if they'd just been slain. All staring at her from the snow with the same strange blue eyes.
The fight between the giant Ghidorah and the black-scaled beast faded in the background, even the noise of their screams becoming dull as if underwater.
Instead her gaze snapped up to be caught upon a strange figure in the distance, nearly swallowed by the dark night and blizzard. A strange figure who did nothing but stare at her in turn. Despite that it was as if he was cast entirely within shadow, Daenerys only able to see the edges of armour and what looked like the points of a crown jutting from his skull. Otherwise it was as if she was looking at a silhouette.
Except for his eyes. A horrible, awful blue that seemed to bore right through into her brain to twist in deep like harpoons in whale flesh. Unlike the dead still staring at her from the ground his were a brilliant blue that filled his whole eyes.
Daenerys was caught in a staring contest she couldn't break, feeling the hairs along her arms and nape stand on end as the shadowy figure continued to watch her even as in the distance Ghidorah and the black scaled beast continued to fight. Behind the man a tree began to bloom, with an ash-white trunk and leaves trapped within great drips of ice. A spiral of stones slowly rose around them and Daenerys found herself looking down at her feet, now seeing herself clad in strange armour with a glowing green flask in one hand and a sword in the other. Off in the distance she heard the screech of a murder of crows.
Then skeletal hands wrapped around her ankles and Daenerys didn't even have time to scream before she was sucked down into darkness, the tundra vanishing as she was pulled away.
She landed on her back, hard enough the air was knocked from her lungs.
For a long moment she didn't move, despairing almost as she felt cold stone beneath her rather than the furs of her bed. When she opened her eyes she could see a ceiling of a dull grey rock.
Will this horrible dream not end? Daenerys thought. She'd had strange dreams before, dreaming of a great black dragon and fire after learning of her being sold as a bride. The dream came to her each night before her wedding night then ceased into nothing. But this one with the scaled beast and gigantic vision of Ghidorah, of that terrible man and his terrible eyes, was unlike any she'd felt before.
And when she got to her feet, now wearing the blue dress of Qarth and back within the House of the Undying, she didn't know what to think. She still felt frightened by that blue-eyed man and the countless silent dead who'd watched her, half buried in the snow. Even being in the House of the Undying, in the room where Ghidorah had been chained even if the plinth remained bare, did little to sooth her unease. She still felt that if she'd turn he would be there, watching her.
Instead when Daenerys turned there was someone else watching her from the alcove, someone tall and strange.
The figure was lean, cloaked in a hooded black robe with a dark red lacquer wooden mask in place of a face. A necklace of golden rested upon the stranger's breast, more golden bands around their pale wrists and dripping down in tiny raindrops along the hem of their hood. Daenerys was unsure about their intention, sidling around until the plinth was between her and the stranger.
"I am Quaithe of the Shadow," the person said, voice barely above a whisper and making Daenerys tense, "And I mean you no harm, Daenerys Stormborn."
"Did you see what I just saw?" Daenerys questioned, her own voice just as soft. The man with the blue eyes still burned at her mind.
"Dragon dreams belong to the Targaryens alone," the woman replied, "None else may see them but you should heed them. But your mind is stronger after this and thus my means of reaching to you once said dream stopped."
"What do you want of me? I am not fond of maegi," Daenerys said, "How do I know you are not here to trick me?"
"You have suffered loss but how many had died at the hands of steel?" Quaithe questioned, "Sorcery is seen as a great sin or natural by many but you are of Old Valyria, tied to the dragons and magic runs thick in your veins. You cannot deny that part of yourself, nor should you. For your enemies are many and you need all the protection you can garner. Yet if you feel I am to lead you astray you may ask your knight, Ser Jorah. I told him of where your enemy was within Quarth, of the House of the Undying and how to find it so you may reunite with your dragon."
"Pyat Pree did not think the same, he stole my child from me," Daenerys said. The woman was strange but she kept her distance from Daenerys, as if sensing her unease. And if what she said was true about Jorah then she had aided them in finding Ghidorah so swiftly in Qarth. Now the dream also began to feel different from before, or even her vision within the House of the Undying. Blurring at the edges as if she were about to fall back into a true sleep.
"Pyat Pree was a fool," Quaithe said, "Dragons never prosper chained in the dark. His greed consumed whatever wits he had and you aptly punished him for his crime."
Daenerys hesitated, looking from Quaithe's red mask to the empty plinth before her, "Pyat Pree also said when Ghidorah was born a new age began and the rules of magic changed. One part of why he coveted him. Is that why you have come to me?"
"The glass candles are burning," Quaithe nodded, the tiny golden drops clinging to her hood edge sparkling with the movement, "Something which has not happened since the dragons died. Their flame returned with your child yet the flame is gold and sharp in a way fire should not be. He is the beginning of a new era, a new age for the dragons and this every world. However not all who awake look upon it with wonder, rather than seek out destruction of everything until the whole world is consumed within a Long Night. But yes, it is also a part of why I wish to aid you. Magic was dying, slowly much like the dragons had done, and without your aid our wonders and strength will have remained ill and feeble. Now it is as if I can finally breathe and I will not be ungrateful to the one who gave me this strength."
"So why have you reached out to me now?"
"To share a warning. They shall come day and night to see the wonder that has been born again into the world," Quaithe said, "And when they see they shall lust for him and seek to control him through you. For all age dragons have been fire made flesh but your child is beyond even the Valyrian dragons of old. He is storm and light, R'hllor's interest in you is known to the red priests and is being spread. Beware their whispers, Daenerys Stormborn, and what you may see within flame."
"R'hllor? Do these priests mean me harm?" Daenerys asked. The name was familiar to her, she'd heard it in Pentos before and had seen the strange red priests who worshipped this 'Lord of Light' while walking the markets.
"Gods are fickle beings and men and women are prone to mistakes. If you listen to their whispers too strongly they will bend you to their will and that of their red god."
"Why are you warning me of this? What is your intention?" she asked suspiciously. Surely the woman could not just be grateful for Ghidorah's birth bring back magic? The witch was putting herself at great risk.
"I wish to show you the way," Quaithe replied.
"What way is that?"
Quaithe stepped forward, light flickering across her red mask, "Your child shall be a king among all dragons and magic. Sons learn from their mothers, you must teach him much. Teach him restraint and fury least we are devoured by a worst storm, a worst Night than even the one which will come forward from a god of ice, one of night, with a shadow of light. When I saw you in Qarth I knew I must watch and guide you. You proved yourself within the House of the Undying and Astapor, to be ready to shoulder the burden of what is needed."
"What burden?" Daenerys was still unsure of the witch, especially as her limbs began to feel even heavier. The pull of sleep was strengthening as the stone around her blurred until Quaithe's blood-red mask seemed to fill her vision.
"You must look beneath the rivers and gold to seek the bitter steel within the waters, but beware the screaming horn and the urge to dance with fellow dragons. To bring the spring you must pass through the red heart of winter," Quaithe's voice was as soft and light as spiderwebs.
After a moment of hesitation Daenerys asked, "But what of my dream? My...dragon dream?"
"Only a dragon can understand such a thing but beware of dreams and prophecies. They may not be as they seem. Heed them but do not bind yourself to them. I can only say what I must say."
And with that the dream faded completely, Quaithe's eyes gleaming like jewels through the slits of her mask before slipping away.
When she stirred it was among the furs of her bed, within her tent. She could see the low glow of sunrise through the fabric of her tent but she felt almost suffocated, pressed down and pinned among the fur by a heavy weight resting on her.
For a moment Daenerys didn't know what was happening and was about to panic until she realized that at some point during the night Ghidorah had ripped open her tent and crawled into her bed. She could see in the far side of her tent there was a large tear and two Unsullied silently standing guard before it. Clearly they knew her child was permitted within her presence so had made no effort to wake her with Ghidorah's entrance. Her child was essentially lying on top of her, a wing draped over her and the length of her body pressed against his side, face tucked between his left and middle neck so her nose was pressed against his wide throat scales. He was so long his tails was trailing along the floor, his other wing stretched over the side of the bed like a ragged tapestry.
While his left and middle heads were entwined around her like a serpents nest, one of her arms draped over them, while his right head was on the pillow with mouth open so his forked tongue was lolling out to drool upon the fabric. She could see the way the red flesh of his mouth twitched and flexed with his breathing and even as she watched he started to twitch, eyelids flexing and muscles jumping in his muzzle. The barbed tips of his tails scratched at the ground and Daenerys pat the golden scales under her hand.
She wondered if her 'dragon dream' came about from Ghidorah's proximity to her. That dream of a great Ghidorah fighting the strange black scaled beast and that man with those horrible blue eyes. A dragon dream. She had known of Daenys the Dreamer, who was the reason why the Targaryens escaped the Doom of Valyria through her vision years before. But otherwise her knowledge of mages within her own blood was lacking. Even the books Jorah had gifted her did not speak much of it, Westeros hostile towards magic.
Such as that witch, the strange shadowbinder. She was unsure if it really was vision or simply another dream.
Is she an enemy too or only a dangerous friend? Daenerys thought. Quaithe was strange and mysterious, not just due to her mask and cryptic words but also due to being a witch. But she thought of Quaithe's comment to ask Jorah, citing that she'd helped Jorah located Ghidorah's place of imprisonment in Qarth. If that was true then it had aided them in bringing Xaro to swift retribution shortly after. They most likely would have been caught and killed if they had to search Qarth for days to locate the House of the Undying.
Quaithe had been insistent she meant not harm to Daenerys and was grateful for the rebirth of magic. Still, Daenerys couldn't help but be wary. She had lost her husband and son to magic she had foolishly trusted. But Quaithe was also correct in how many more had died from steel and swords. She didn't know what to think.
'You must look beneath the rivers and gold to seek the bitter steel within the waters, but beware the screaming horn and the urge to dance with fellow dragons. To bring the spring you must pass through the red heart of winter.' Is that a prophecy? And what of the red priests?
Daenerys had learned, harshly, that prophecies weren't so straightforward as some may say. Rhaego died, who had been flouted as the Stallion who would mount the world but he had been murdered inside her. Death could easily undo such a thing and death came easily in the world she lived in. But was it prophecy? Or a cryptic warning? Another vexing thing of magic, how it preferred to twist and squirm rather than be straightforward. She did not know if she could trust that woman and her blood-red mask. Did not even know if it even was more than just a dream.
Then outside the tent she heard footsteps approaching and then a low rap of armoured knuckles on the support pole just outside.
"Khalessi? It is daybreak," Jorah called to her yet did not enter.
Ghidorah growled, not even bothering to open his eyes, and after a moment Daenerys began the difficult task of untangling herself from her child. She could think upon the witch and her words when they continued their march to Yunkai, but until then she had to continue to learn what it meant to be a queen, what it meant to lead a campaign and all the arduous logistics it entailed. She would have to wait until the witch reached out to her again, if Quaithe would even do so, and question her further. If she truly wanted to extend a hand to Daenerys or if it was just a dream of fancy.
After all a queen who trusts no one is as foolish as a queen who trusts everyone.
Notes:
Dany saw the First Contact and Arctic Controntation scenes. There will be no other kaiju in this fic.
Also in terms of the magic being now connected to Ghidorah, he basically did the same thing as he did in KoM- in which he essentially 'highjacked' the position of apex predator i.e dragon due to the dragon's extinction much like he did with Godzilla and how he could control the other kaiju as King despite not being of Earth. He did the same by default with the dragons and their magic, since there was an open 'vacancy'. If the dragons had still been alive he would've had to kill them when he was large enough to do so to gain that position but since they were extinct he took over that role by default.
Of course all the characters are unaware Ghidorah is an invasive alien species, not a true dragon. Well, most will be.
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