(Jon Snow)
It seems to me that this would be the first time I would be talking myself. And what a journey it had been.
More than a year back, I had left Winterfell to conquer and build the greatest empire the world had ever seen. The gifts I had received have made me almost invincible.
With the sword talent of Yoriichi and his physique which I had received, I did not even know where my limit lay.
And then I had also gained the fire magic from the Targaryen lineage. With the practice I had been doing for the past fifteen days, I had been able to form quite a mastery over my fire magic.
I do not know, but maybe if I went all out, I could take out a small army myself. It sounded almost incomprehensible, but no mortal could comprehend how strong I truly was.
But my ultimate enemy was not a mortal. It was the Night King. True, in the canon, Arya had been able to kill him so easily. But I was certain that the Night King was not that weak.
A single strike of his spear had killed a dragon, yet he had been so easily defeated. This did not make any sense. That is why I was prepared for the Night King to be an extremely powerful warrior. And probably, the incomprehensible strength I had might be necessary to kill him.
Now, I would not bore anyone with talking in detail about all what I had done in the past year. It was not known to all. I would talk about the last few days.
A few days back, two ladies had suddenly appeared in Meereen. To my utter surprise, one among them had been the Red Priestess, and the other one, Rhaenys Targaryen.
Melisandre had seen me as Azor Ahai in her flames, while Rhaenys had seen me in her dreams. Dragon dreams. Probably.
My decision to hand over the blood essence to both of them might seem a bit hasty. But I had thought it through. And I was certain that I was not going to regret it.
Melisandre was an enigma, no doubt. But now, with her loyalty secured, she was going to be a great weapon for me. Her power was undeniable, and now, added to it with my blood essence, she was even more powerful. She was no doubt going to play an important part against the Night King.
Apart from that, she was sure to have some influence among the followers of the Red God. Maybe her influence might prove useful to me somehow. Thus, handing the blood essence over to her had been a conscious and very well thought out decision. And I was certain that its return was going to be great.
Then came Rhaenys. While I would still have handed her the blood essence, I had been doubtful. But something had happened yesterday that had made me sure and firm in my decision. I had a dragon dream. Not a proper dream, but a small glimpse.
Rhaenys was riding a dragon, one of my own, and was charging against an army. This was what I had witnessed in the dream.
But this dream had led to the formation of a plan in my mind. A plan that would not only increase the speed at which I was going to capture the cities in Essos but also fool almost the entirety of the world until I wanted them to be fooled.
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Rhaenys and Melisandre, led by Jon, stepped inside the restricted section of the manor. The guards stationed at the perimeter were slightly surprised to see two ladies being brought inside. Only Slyvia had been allowed entry before, and the sudden arrival of these two startled them a little.
The trio approached one of the large halls inside the manor, and Rhaenys and Melisandre's eyes widened in shock at what they saw. They had been expecting dragons but this was not what in their mind.
"Five?" Rhaenys mumbled. She still had not gotten over what had happened in the chamber, and now this. It was a day where she would only be stupefied.
"You have five dragons?" She mumbled.
"I never said I have only one," Jon chuckled. "That was what you assumed yourself."
The dragons were sprawled lazily across the hall. They remained inside during the day and were only allowed onto the open terrace at night. Dragons were creatures of darkness and were comfortable even within the hall.
Once they were large enough to protect themselves from humans, Jon would allow them to fly freely. He guessed it would take around three months.
"This makes your victories almost certain," Melisandre remarked, her eyes fixed on the five dragons now stirring at the sudden presence of strangers in their hall. "Aegon the Conqueror had conquered Westeros with only three dragons. And you also have an army, which he did not."
"I am much better than him," Jon remarked narcissistically. "And I also have fire magic and three more people who too could wield fire magic."
"That you are," Melisandre agreed. He was Azor Ahai after all. Then she caught something more.
"Three?" She asked. "Who else apart from us?"
"Slyvia," Jon said.
"Ah!" Realisation sank in. She had met her. And she should have guessed. After Jon, Slyvia was the person with the most authority.
Rhaenys, on the other hand, was struck staring at the dragons.
"Aeos, do you think?" she finally asked, her eyes fixed longingly on them.
"Yes," Jon answered. "I am not sure if your Targaryen bloodline alone would have worked, but now that you carry my blood essence, you can touch them."
"They even let Slyvia touch them," he added. "As for riding any one of them, you will need to convince the dragon yourself."
"Come, I will introduce you," Jon said as he led Rhaenys toward the dragons.
The largest of the group, the obsidian-black dragon that had hatched from the egg Jon recovered at the Tower of Joy, had been named Obsidian. Jon was never good at naming, and the colour itself had seemed fitting enough.
The brown dragon, also from the Tower of Joy, had been named Angalocon. Why he had chosen this name, Jon himself was not sure.
The third dragon, red and black of scale, who in another tale would have been Drogon, Jon had named him Neletherion.
The choice had come to him without much thought, perhaps because it sounded tied to death. Netherworld was often used as a word for the land of the dead, and the name carried that shadow.
The green-scaled dragon, who would have been Rhaegal, Jon had called Rhaenorin, while the cream and gold dragon, Viserion in another life, he had named Lyacron. These two names were chosen with more care, for they honoured his parents of this life.
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