Amidst the heavy snow, the Dragon group roamed the desolate far north. Silver Dragons, Purple Dragons, and Black Dragons, once again nourished by the flames of magic, appeared even more powerful and fearless. The Dragon group headed towards The Wall. In the Haunted Forest, trees stood like giants gazing upwards. The Night King was still asleep, and ordinary White Walkers dared not provoke the magic dragons and their flames. "Conquer the whole world! Gallop across the whole world!"
Rhaegar looked at the Dragon group. "They already possess a special-grade Blood of Fire. My dragons also seem to have undergone some changes, a reinforcement of the magic dragons. There is a bond between humans and dragons. I also have the Blood and Fire Chain and the Mind Rune, which will naturally be even more helpful for the magic dragons' growth." A mysterious connection exists between a dragon and its Dragonrider. Dragons can likely sense the danger and death of their current Dragonrider. When Helaena Targaryen leaped from Maegor's Holdfast to her death, Dreamfyre, confined in the Dragonpit, suddenly roared and broke the two chains binding her to the ground. There also seems to be a mirroring effect between the physiques of dragons and humans. After Aegon the Conqueror's sister-wife, Queen Rhaenys, died in Dorne, Aegon the Conqueror and the Queen's son cried all night and almost didn't survive, but after he tamed Silverwing, his own body slowly improved.
Rhaegar rode the Silver Emperor, the magic dragon's golden eyes like molten gold. The Purple Dragon and Black Dragon flew on either side of him. Rhaegar looked at the Silver Emperor, its silver scales like a river of silver, with golden eyes, horns, and spinal scales. Those scales radiated intense heat. The gleaming scales were also well protected by runes.
"Their size and physique have also changed!" The horns and spinal spikes of the Dragon group were slightly larger, and the hardness of the magic dragons' scales also surpassed what they were before. However, the scales' hardness, derived from magic and bloodline, did not reduce the magic dragons' speed, alertness, and agility, which were the most brilliant aspects of the young dragons.
The Dragon group circled and danced in the sky, the magic dragons' speed even swifter than before, with various flashes of silver, black, and purple lightning dancing in the air.
"Attack! Defense! Speed! Dragonflame power! The magic dragons should all be reinforced. Let me see your current strength!" Rhaegar thought. House Targaryen's dragons were accustomed to being attacked by arrows and spears from a young age, but the effectiveness varied. Only magic could make the magic dragons more powerful. House Targaryen's previous dragon training was likely still in its initial stages, as they had not mastered runes and some more core techniques.
The magic dragons flew wildly, with speed and passion. After the sulfurous smoke, they occasionally spewed bright, viscous flames. The quantity, intensity, and attack speed of the flames were all improving. Once ignited, they were difficult to extinguish. There was also a compressed explosive fireball; after the fireball exploded, it could create a widespread rain of fire, a saturation strike. Dragonflame, speed, and physical defense were all reinforced. Ordinary attacks were useless against the magic dragons, not to mention the magic dragons also possessed heightened alertness and keen senses.
"Bombard them!" Rhaegar thought. Magic dragons, open fire. All deficiencies of a dragon are deficiencies in firepower. In reality, magic dragons have multiple attack methods, with physical attacks relying on their claws, fangs, and tails. But in terms of effectiveness, Dragonflame bombardment is still the best.
The Dragon group roared joyfully, their voices like thunder and steel, also creating flames. They were finally leaving this cursed place, the damned stench of the god of cold and the Night King. If Rhaegar allowed it, he felt the Dragon group would truly unleash a barrage of bombs in the far north, like magic dragon bombers. One thing Rhaegar still didn't understand was how many Free Folk lived in such a cold place. Could there be hot springs or unfrozen springs? Rhaegar could only explore this next time.
"Blood and fire, the core of the rise of the ancient Valyrian Dragonlords!" Rhaegar thought to himself. As the Dragonlords' bloodline became more refined, the magic dragons would also change due to the Blood and Fire Chain.
"If Bloodraven doesn't want to see me, so be it! Everyone uses magic, so what's the point of wandering around? I don't need to beg to find him. This person used to be eccentric and played spy games. Now he's completely integrated with the weirwood and has become a tree-man, making it even harder to say!" Rhaegar thought. Back when Bloodraven was Hand of the King and wielded great power in King's Landing, he was known for his magic, sorcery, intelligence, and espionage. Although he was also a formidable and brave warrior, excelling with both sword and bow, Bloodraven's cunning schemes and strategies were even more proficient, almost unlike the straightforward nature of the True Dragon bloodline. While Bloodraven's political career stabilized the dynasty's rule, he sacrificed personal honor. Few truly loved him; he was too dark and reclusive.
"So, Bloodraven's magic comes from House Blackwood's bloodline in the Riverlands, most likely. This family is one of the rare First Men bloodlines south of the North, perhaps even the only one among the Riverlords that still retains the Old Gods' faith. Their sigil is a flock of ravens surrounding a dead weirwood on a black shield, set against a blood-red background. It's normal for Bloodraven to awaken magic and inherit the power of the Old Gods. Bloodraven, being Beyond the Wall, even discovered the Children of the Forest, thriving like a fish in water." Rhaegar knew about House Blackwood, not just because of their blood feud with House Bracken. It was also because the bloodline of the First Men always showed traces of pulsating magic. Bloodraven's magic did not come from dragon blood, but most likely from the blood of the First Men. However, how Bloodraven met the Children of the Forest, how he disappeared Beyond the Wall, and when he awakened as a Greenseer, these are all unknown mysteries. After the Long Night, when he can meet Bloodraven, these mysteries might no longer be secrets.
"Oh no, I also have the blood of the First Men. By all accounts, House Targaryen should still be able to produce Skinchangers! My great-grandfather, King Aegon the Unworthy, had a decent relationship with Bloodraven, and my great-grandfather also married a noblewoman from House Blackwood. Later generations of House Targaryen also had the blood of the First Men! But if this marriage was also designed by Bloodraven, what was Bloodraven considering? To cultivate a Dragonlord who could Skinchange through the fusion of bloodlines in the future? Someone who is both a Dragonlord and a worshipper of the Old Gods." Rhaegar realized that he, too, possessed the bloodline of the First Men.
He couldn't confirm whether this was a coincidence or a grand scheme orchestrated by Bloodraven. However, Rhaegar's dragon blood was denser, and Rhaegar followed a path of appropriation. He utilized the fire magic of the ancient Valyrian Dragonlords and the Water Magic of the ancient Rhoynar civilization, which was not on the same path as seeking to merge with weirwood trees and using them as cameras to spy on history for the Old Gods' faith. Moreover, the Old Gods' faith was mystical; even if one gained eternal life by growing with a weirwood, would such a life truly have color?
"Different paths, no common ground for planning! My magic now is an imported product, originating from ancient Valyria and the Rhoynar civilization from across the Narrow Sea. Whereas the Three-Eyed Crow's magic is indigenous, from the primal world, stemming from the bloodline of the First Men." Rhaegar understood the distinction, and his heart was clear. Great roads lead to heaven, each going their own way. The Dragon group swayed and spread their wings over the wasteland, then flew towards The Wall.
The Night's Watch Lord Commander was already anxiously waiting. North of The Wall was not a good place, and they rarely went there unless necessary. Rangers would occasionally venture Beyond the Wall, a very dangerous mission. Cold, Free Folk, and White Walkers were all dangerous presences. Even though the Prince had magic dragons, they were still very worried.
"Prince Rhaegar is back!" The brown-haired, young Brother of the Night's Watch, Mance Rayder, shouted. He was young and sharp and was the first to see the Dragon group flying in the sky—silver, black, and purple magic dragons. The magic dragons were first tiny black dots, then slowly grew larger.
The Dragon group landed on The Wall, and the roar of the magic dragons resumed. The Lord Commander and the others breathed a sigh of relief. A distinguished person had come, and they certainly had to serve him well.
The Lord Commander saw the Silver Dragon, the triumphant True Dragon. A tall, well-built, perfect descendant of the True Dragon bloodline, with a handsome face as if carved by knife and axe, and resolute purple eyes, like the most perfect divine sculpture on earth, a god overseeing power and beauty. Rhaegar's handsome face held a gentle smile, his short silver hair adorned by a black steel circlet inlaid with red gems, modeled after Aegon the Conqueror's crown. Rhaegar's kingly demeanor reminded the Lord Commander of Aegon the Conqueror; Aegon the Conqueror had also been so awe-inspiring in his conquests, attracting a large number of followers.
"Prince Rhaegar, it's good that you've returned safely!" the Lord Commander replied happily. He was essentially a companion to the Prince, and such a dangerous mission had truly worried him.
"Did you see anything interesting in the far north?" Ser Barristan Selmy asked. Ser Barristan looked at Rhaegar, feeling that the Prince was becoming increasingly unfathomable, like a bottomless spring.
"No! I saw no Free Folk, nor White Walkers! I saw forests, wastelands, and rivers." Rhaegar told them. There was no need to tell mortals about the Children of the Forest, the Three-Eyed Crow, and Coldhands; these ancient, mischievous beings would likely cause more commotion. "But I did not return empty-handed; I acquired this!" Rhaegar held up Dark Sister in his hand for everyone to see. To return home wealthy without showing it off is like walking in fine clothes at night. He had enough power to eliminate all opposing voices and protect what he cherished.
"What is this?"
"My magic dragon discovered this! Dark Sister!" Rhaegar raised Dark Sister, allowing everyone to see the appearance of this famous sword: brilliant red gems, a wavy hilt, and a flame-shaped pommel. The return of the famous sword, a testament to destiny's favor for House Targaryen.
"Congratulations, Prince!"
"The Prince and Dark Sister truly have a connection!"
Everyone was stunned: the Lord Commander, Mance, Ser Barristan, and the others. Some were envious, some admired. This was a priceless Valyrian steel sword, truly worthy of a lucky Targaryen, a collector of Valyrian steel. Perhaps this was what people called destiny; when the time is right, heaven and earth lend their strength. The Prince was the master of this era.
Rhaegar did not elaborate on the details of acquiring the famous sword, only stating that the magic dragon discovered it in a certain place. Everyone guessed that perhaps the flying magic dragon found traces of the sword in a desolate, remote area. Regardless, it was truly fortunate that the Prince obtained Dark Sister.
After touring The Wall, Rhaegar still returned to Castle Black, residing in the King's Tower. He had already witnessed one of the most mysterious things Beyond the Wall; the Night King and the Free Folk held less attraction for him.
In the courtyard, Rhaegar watched the Dragon group. The Dragon group folded their leathery wings and stopped not far from Rhaegar.
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