A New Valyrian Dragonlord

I think you guys know what is going to happen.

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As he stepped out of the hatchery, he felt an immensely powerfull aura pressing down on him.

He instinctually turnt towards the source and saw a sight that shocked him to his core. A living breathing dragon, though he had seen them in his memories before, the just wasn't the same as feeling their presence it person.

He, as Rhaegis sensed it was a he, stood at a remarkable 100 metres long and had a wingspan of 170 metres, he was a striking deep red, purple and black with eyes of blood red. And what was even more interesting was that this was only one of the lower bigger class of dragons. No wonder Valyria was a world superpower for thousands of years, just a few dragons of the upper bigger class could decimate a kingdom in weeks if they were not in a rush.

He then shouted with all the authority he could muster sticking his arm out,'Lykiri, lykiri'(calm down,calm down). And as the dragon looked into Rhaegis' eyes unblinking, he slowly brought his head to his hand and bent his head. He then lowered his body for Rhaegis to mount him. As he struggled to manuvre his way up his wing and onto his back, grabbing hold of his spines to stay up.

The great beast then started flapping his wings and approaching the cliff. With one final flourish, he lifted off the ground and over the cliff, soaring over the remnants of the Valyrian capital.

Higher and higher they went, until they broke through the clouds and ash into the clear, golden tinted, skies and then, for a moment, it seemed they were walking on air. Until they began dropping and Rhaegis realised they were going into a nose dive, over one of the fourteen flames, around tall buildings, through wide streets and then through the dragon caverns once more, going deep to the very depths of them.

When they emerged from the cavern into a large cave, Rhaegis saw runes covering the walls and corpses of slaves beneath them. He could sense the magic coming from them and immediately thought back to the runes he activated to create light.

As he slid off of it he saw charred ground surrounding a patch of perfect ground. He approached and searched his memories for any idea what might have caused it, but he couldn't come up with anything. He looked closely and saw faint lines of runes, of which he had never seen before, lining the space between charred and normal ground.

Stepping back and turning to face the dragon, he saw a body underneath it's head. The body wore rare fabrics and in it's hand was a small black book and a large black and grey, gold, gilded horn with runes carved along it. He immediately recognised it from his memories of Game Of Thrones in his past life and from faint memories of this life. This was a dragon-binder.

He heaved it up and put it in his bag, then grabbed the book, and climbed back onto the Dragon's back. Tightly gripping the spines on its neck, he flew up into the sky and started flying north- west, only occasionally stopping for rest.

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Over the various holds of Valyria and past various villages and towns he reached Volantis, flying high above and quickly diving down towards the ground a little way away from it before dismounting and steadying himself.

He then set off towards the free city, twirling a dagger in his hand as he did so. He approached the guards stationed at the gates and they stopped him there.

'Entry tax' one said in a monotone voice. I fished out a golden dragon from my pocket and tossed it to him and I saw his eyes light up for a second. I then walked straight into Volantis, taking in the city and it's inhabitants. It wasn't unlike some of the poorer cities of Valyria, though it had adapted with time and had gradually adopted the cultures around them. The Volantines still prided themselves on their valyrian heritage, having dragon statues all around and boasting the title of Valyria's first daughter while Braavos boasted the title of Valyria's bastard daughter.

I continued on, taking in the city. Though I wasn't immediately noticable, with everyone around boasting some Valyrian features, I still stuck out with my fine clothes, swords, pure Valyrian features and height and as I was walking down the market streets I noticed people around me casting strange looks, some with flickers of perceived recognition and others with silent disgust.

As I stepped off of the market street I saw a surprising sight. A handsome man with the classic valyrian features surrounded by beautiful women, with a clearly Valyrian steel sword at his waist. I immediately recognised him as the actor of Daemon Targaryen from the House of The Dragon television series.

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Sorry I was celebrating New years with family so I skipped last monday, hope you all had a merry Christmas and a happy new year.