And What a Dance it Was (NO SV, War is Coming, Prepare)

Beginnings and Silence:

You had wandered into the Cave on a foolish notion that you were in fact, a hero. You had heard your mother's bedtime stories and at once thought, with very poor reasoning, that you were a hero like those stories. You could walk right up to the lion's den, or rather dragons den, and just tame the wild beast's heart with innocence.

You were such a fool. You should have died. You should have tumbled down the mountain, hitting your head on a rock and being killed by the mountain. The Smoke should have deterred you, but the smoke shot up away from you and the heat only pulled you forward towards the caves.

Dragonstone always had natural caves that the Dragons hid in, that's what the stories said at least. They used the heat of the mountain to give themselves more power, drinking the magma that should by all rights be pouring out of the caves they rested in.

Made their hordes, filling them with bones, skeletons, and meat. As you drew closer, you could only feel fear and silence. The silence was the worst part. As you drew closer you wanted to scream, to make a sound that could tell someone, anyone, that you were up the mountain, to come and save you.

But no sound could be made in your throat, something was stopping you from speaking.

Within the darkness of the cave, you could see the red, ruby red eyes… no crimson red eyes that stared out into the mouth of the cave. Towards you. Red eyes of the Cannibal.

And in those brief moments, as you saw the flames heat of the world preparing to be shot towards you, you could only scream.

And scream.

And Scream…

Until the wind knocked you away, and a Dragon landed, silent as a ghost in the moonlight.

This one was as grey as a stormy cloud, dark and without interest. It was impossible to describe the quickness and the size of it, compared to yourself, as his golden eyes pierced you with a glare of power. Of monstrous energy that could not be stopped or contained by mear mortal men. And your voice became silent, and you were unafraid.

Such was the first meeting between you and the Grey Ghost, as you found yourself watching the two dragons snap and snarl. Fire bellowing, but not coming towards you. You wanted to leave. To flee.

But those eyes that Grey Ghost had terrified you into petrification. Nothing could move you. Nothing could stir you. You could only sit, back on the obsidian ground near the cave, and watches two dragons dance.

Though it did not last for long.

The Cannibal retreated further into its lair. Fire billowed from its mouth of the cave, trying to burn the unwounded dragon, as Grey Ghost, silent as his name, moved towards you. Its heavy limbs shook the ground as it walked.

It moved its nose and sniffed you as if it was preparing to eat you to see if you were not rancid, or otherwise spoiled.

But you smelled it, and it reeked of fish and saltwater.

The same as you.

It turned away and in fear, you hobbled up its back, holding onto it as the Dragon walked back, down the mountain.

Down the mountain towards your home.
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Your Mother had immediately tended to you, after Grey Ghost set you down, letting you slide down his wing as you collapsed.

You were lucky to be alive.

So much occurred. Grey Ghost tore a hole in the wall and ate the Fish oil, somehow not destroying any more of the house as he walked over to the front and laid down, guarding the door like it was the entrance of a cave, and you, his horde.

"It's going to be okay." She whispered. She was unsure of how to say those words honestly. How to keep you safe.

But the Ghost made sure of it
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Father had not returned from his voyage to Pentos, but you had visitors a few weeks later.

Who came to your home?:

[]Baelon the Brave, Prince of Dragonstone: Your Lord, whom you have seen many a time in the distance on the Castle Walls, sat down and looked at you. "You have something that does not belong to you. But that was not your choice, was it?"

[]Daemon Prince of the Iron Throne, The Rouge Prince: He looked at you, sword in hand and twirled it. "A boy did this? Lying is not a good thing to do my dear. Tell me the truth. Why is the Dragon here?"

[]King Jaehaerys, the First of his Name: He coughed as he saw you. "Many things have happened because of the will of the Gods? But… this is something far more." He then smiled. Hello, my child… Do you recognize me?

[]Rhaenys Targaryen, Princess of the Iron Throne: She looked at you with strange eyes, as if she recognized them, only for a moment to pass, and she shook her head. "I see you have a talent for ruining things as always Visanya. Your Son is now in danger."

AN: Well if you didn't notice, poltics are going to be front and center here for the foreseeable future.

Hope you like them, cause once this is done...

We will then start our training.