A Second Son: A Viserys Targaryen Quest

To heights untold and to moments unknown, you had decided to do what no one before you had done. The Cannibal was supposedly shrouded in mystery.

What you were about to do hadn't sent a chill down your spine, and that made you nervous. Why hadn't you felt anything? Were you meant for the Cannibal? In some strange twist of fate, had you always been meant to have the twisted beast?

Hah, youu laughed at that thought. It was nice, yes, but you couldn't let yourself get caught up, could you? Fate was not kind and some sort of prophecy was not the same, either.

Yet some part of you felt glad, you felt like you deserved this where others had outpaced you and caused you concern. Where you worried if you would ever be half the warrior that Maegor or Aegon was.

However, there was differences as well. Where those two were Warriors, oftentimes, there neeed to be cooler heads. You imagined that was your father. Where he could be that for his younger brother in times that they shared a closer bond.

"Are you prepared?" Daeron's voice was low and tinged with worry. You hated doing this to him, he was already greying with worry and even then, you had made him promise not to inform anyone else of your endeavour.

You had studied yourself now. You were adorned in the riding leathers that Rhaena had wore when she had taken herself to riding Dreamfyre. Presumptive of you, but no one could say you lacked confidence in this endeavour.

"Well, as much as I will ever be, Dae. I don't think this will be one of the moments where I don't want to piss myself. I may have the right but it is no less a daunting task. One that involes someone as mercurial as we Targaryens." You laughed softly at your own joke as Dae had grasped your shoulder tightly in some feigned support.

You don't imagine this is bound to be some form of encouragement, perhaps its a mixture.

You had uplifted him from shadow to sworn sword, perhaps there is a worry his life will go back to what it was before. Yet, you had given him a smile that wobbled on its own.

You were not Aegon or Maegor, you were not bound by the rush of blood and the feeling of a sword in your hands. Unfortunately, your role was that of another, and maybe that is why you were so nervous.

You weren't meant to have a dragon, perhaps you were meant for different things but damn it all. Rhaenys had one and she was your grandsire, you would love to emulate her in that manner. You wielded words where others wielded swords, it need not only be dragonfire, but it was a nicer deterrent than most gave it credit.

Yet, there was another reason.

It was there, again. That feeling in the back of your mind, one that felt intricately animalistic, poised to feast, and thristy for blood, bones, and fire itself. You were not sure what it was, but perhaps it was a sign.

Perhaps you were meant for a dragon, and the Cannibal in turn wanted you.

Someone who could not scorn it and abandon it, hah, maybe so. You did not think it so, but you could not try without it, not now even.

"Hm. We have been silent for a while, haven't we?" Daeron hummed, and his lips tugged softly.

"It is a day in and of itself, my prince. No one else knows, not one." You doubt it.

Your sister knew and oddly, she had been absent from your side and no one had ever seen her since that day of the dragonpit. She had been at Aegon's and your father's side, it had been long weeks since your conversation with Maegor, evenn then, whispers of your conversation with him had scattered throughout the castle.

Perhaps that is why she is not here.

"Well, we best make it a great one and not a somber one." With those words, you walked from your chambers and Daeron followed carefully at his own pace. He was not ornate in silver armour or a silver sword, gods no, he was low and yet he was comfortable with it.

Daeron's attire was dreadfully normal and for that, you appreciated it.

It was night and the castle's braziers had lit up every path, even to the outside, but you would need to be careful. Even the walls had eyes, and you wished for this to be a secret until the last moment.

"Wait." Daeron had uttered carefully, and you paused to see Aegon and one of his friends, Orryn Baratheon, laughing with another. You could see it that Aegon's lips were pinched tightly while Orryn was jovial, his arm wrapped tight around Aegon's shoulder.

Something within you bristled at the sight, but you had focused on the matter at hand.

You needed to focus. This was for him, this was for your family, to stop all your enemies from thinking that your house was weak.

"Go." Daeron had sfotly prodded you forward, and so soon, you had slipped out of your home. You had hardly even noticed a pair of violet eyes studying you with careful worry.

You had rushed out into the cool air, the moon high at its peak, when you had twitched from side to side. A feeling swallowed you then. It was time, it seemed. You would walk to the dragonmount.

"This is where I leave you, my prince." Daeron had smiled softly, his words hushed, and his eyes glistened for a second. "When I see you next, you will be atop a black dragon." His words were hopeful and not harsh; they were needy, like he could not hope to hang up his title so soon.

His duty as it were.

You had turned your head to watch him. Your head bowed and your eyes sparked to life, a need of your own quick to soar into something more. "Ah, yes. You will hear my cries of joy, I assure you, Daeron. Today is not the day I die." You had given him assurity as you spun o your feet and stepped forward.

Now it was just you and the Cannibal.

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You do not have to imagine the worry now. Since your sister had told you its story, there should be something more, somethinng else. This was different beyond compare.

You weren't able to wonder how your sister felt because she held Dreamfyre until the day the dragon was born as did your father. The only one capable of knowing what you were going through was Maegor.

You wondered if it were what changed your uncle, his nature mimicked that of a animal, a beast at times, yet Dreamfyre's was often the same. Your sister was playful, careful, but she enjoyed your company and there were times you were sure Dreamfyre mimicked it.

A bond with a dragon seemed to play on all parts. It made you hardier but it also made you prone to anger, quick to emotion, it was as if everything was tenfold.

It was no simple thing to bond, it was an honour.

You had realised why the Cannibal was angry in that moment.

You had approached the Dragonmount and saw it—the caves, bones littered, and skulls too, it was like a shrine to a god of valyria. Where sacrifice and blood were abundant.

You had recalled the few stories that you knew.

Valyria was magic personified, and yet dragons were fire-made flesh. However, you found that constricting, it was too easy and simple. It should be more, worth more.

Dragons were not simple creatures; they held emotions much like the rest of you had.

You do not need perfect ears to hear it, the snarl, the low drawl that warns you away. You feel it, the grip of your gut, the paleness around your cheeks as they seemed to sink inwards.

Your fingers grew clammy, sweat only poured further as you twitched an eyebrow upwards.

You would not be scared.

You knew why you were here now.

"They named you." Your voice was low, a songful thing, but still there was no instrument but the wings of the wind. "Cannibal, for eating the babies and eggs of dragons." You spoke out to the air, and there were no snarls, purrs, or even a low drawl to warn you away. It was if the creature in the caves, the very thing you could not see, was listening.

"They consider you a beast, lacking in intelligence, and feasting like a mad dragon gone wrong in the throes of the magic that was Old Valyria." You hear its snarl there, were it angry with you or the fact that others, some even your family, had considered its emotions irrelevant and its emotions nothing more than a common boar found in the kingswood.

You hummed. "I don't think you are that, are you?" Your voice evened as the dragon snarled differently, its growl smaller and whinier, as if it appreciated something you had done.

You had heard it then, however, a small step.

"I understand that. People consider me weak. They think I should be like my brother, that I should be like them." You kneel, your words profound and your eyes watery as you thought to all the times many had simply dismissed you.

What had you mattered? You were the spare and Aegon was the heir.

"They think I should make something of myself. That the realm, that people, that others do not have time for someone who considers the thoughts and feelings of others. Sometimes I want to make those people eat their words, that they should never doubt someone who values diplomacy over war." Your voice was scratchy but angered, you remembered every slight, and every word.

You had a long memory and much like your brother, even your uncle, even you were able to vindictive and in truth, Targaryens had long memories.

"That is what they see us as. Because we are different, we should be shunted off to the side. I don't think that's what I want, for you. I don't want the realm to consider you anything less or anything more. Fuck them." Your words were harsh now as you chuckled but it is the surprise there that catches you.

You heard it again, the pitter and patter of feet. A heavy breath that you could almost mistake for amusement as its snort was something horrifying, a cross between a screech and a growl.

Your eyes, however, widened. You saw it, for the first time, the Cannibal was before your eyes.

Its head was massive, especially the estimation of its age. Perhaps its diet of dragons had caused things you hadn't ever realised. For its skin was an oily black, its eyes green and the rows of teeth terrified but delighted you. The Cannibal had yet to set you aflame, it had only bent its head down. Listening now.

Its body was not coaxed out of the cave, not even close, but you gotten its attention and perhaps you were brave. Too brave.

You had stepped forward and sat closer, you sat crossed legs as its eyes had met yours. There was just something similar to its gaze as you breathed a shallow breath, your lips tugged up into a smile as the dragon had breathed softly.

Like it were resting and enjoying your company now.

"Why should we care for anyone that doesn't understand us? They will judge you always, as they did me. They don't understand why we have done what we have done. I know why you did it." Your voice was heavier now, and you merely done what felt right.

Your body had called for it as you rested your palm against its snout. Its eyes glistened, shimmering in the night as you took hold of its gaze and things became different.

"He abandoned you, threw you away, and for that, I apologize. For that, I will give you better than he ever would have. I promise you the world, because that is what I want for us. I want us to see the Hightower, Oldtown, Highgarden, Winterfell, and so much more because we deserve it. We deserve the world at our feet and the wind beneath our wings." Your voice had not even been careful but wistful as the Cannibal had craned its head up to meet you.

This time, everything shifted.

Your hand resting against its snout. You saw things, you saw a lot more than you realised...

A baby dragon snarling and hopeful, its green flecked eyes watched as another, a bulkier and sword wielding man had soon ridden another larger dragon, abandoing it...

A maw bloodied and the cries of baby dragons as the cracking of eggs beneath your feet had overwhelmed you. The roars and cries for more, for dragons, for the one who abandoned it to feel as much hurt as it had...

It grew, for years it grew, and so had its rage as countless swords, spears, and men tried to kill or tame the beast but they had been swallowed in draonfire.

The dragon's green flecked eyes now reflected with someone, with a boy with female qualities and a soft voice, his eyes violet and his words careful...

You saw yourself, atop the dragon with its green flecked eyes and a cry of excitement left your lips...

You shivered as you swayed from side to side, your head rolled in twine as you were soon perched up against the dragon, unaware of its own feelings, of its own regard for you now.

Your eyes were tired, but your mind just latched onto it.

You felt as if you had experienced the metallic taste, the monstrous nature of a dragon that had wished for a family. It had wished for Maegor, you had seen it all, and your eyes had regarded it now.

With unsteady feet. You swayed once more.

Your mind had continued to whir, images, memories, and moments not entirely your own had reached a precipice as you shivered again. It was not the cool air that had done this to you.

"I see." You whimpered, your lips quivered as it had continued to feel as if you were hurt but you had stood still. You were firm in this, in what you wanted, in what you needed.

The Cannibal had stepped forward, and this time you see how large it is for a only two decades ol dragon. It is smaller, yes, smaller than Vhagar and still has a ways to grow but you do not doubt it is bigger than most of the others.

It has no rivals besides those of legends itself.

"You know me?" You had asked it when the dragon had curled up into a ball, its tail swishing behind it now and for a moment you feel a sense of pride. A confidence that hadn't ever been there before as you smile down at the dragon.

It had growled low, as if grunting, but you had knelt once more and pressed your hand against its head. "We're more than what people consider us. Will you help me achieve that? Will you be my partner, best friend, and brother all in one? I will give you that in kind. I will give you everything of mine, and I will make sure that I give you a partner, a friend, and a brother that you will know has your best interests at heart." You spoke as if it understood you.

Yet when it had finally glanced back up at you. Its snort coming soon as its green eyes had regarded you with some sort of faint innocence, it was quite the look on the dragon as its head tilted to the side. For a moment you wondered if it was all for nothing before it had nudged you with its head. Its eye were softer before it bowed its head and with a soft snarl, it beckoned you on.

Your eyes took it in, your breaths were nothing if not heavier. Your legs were shaky as you pressed your hands against its scales. You lumbered on, your feet swung over its back as you looked all around. It was night, and everything seemed so far away, all the troubles of the realm were pushed away as you felt something completely different.

It was just the both of you now, you and...

You hummed. Yes, you couln't do that, could you? No. You would not call him the Cannibal, he deserved a better name, a new one. He was not a misunderstood dragon any longer, he was yours and you were his.

It felt like a ceremony, a bond of sorts that stretched beyond the psychical.

[] After one of the Valyrian Gods, Arrax, the god of justice, law, strentgh, and order
[] A simple one. Blackwing. You are taken by the Cannibal's oily black scales.
[] After one of the Valyrian Gods, Tessarion, the god of music, arts, knowledge, and healing.
[] Write In (Subject to QM Approval)

It does not take the dragon long neither. Soon, the world would learn. The world would hear of the newest claiming of a dragon.

You had achieved a dream of yours...

You had no more time to linger, to fret over it as your hands had grasped the horns of your brother. It did not wait, and it seems as if you grasping it were the sign that it needed.

You were in the skies and you felt confident, you felt assured as for the first of many times, you whooped, your hair whipped back in the wind as you felt like your life had just started.

Your excitement knew no bounds as you had only relished this moment.

Everything else be damned...

You were a fucking dragonrider.

Dragon Rider Increased...
Dream realised...

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A/N: Turn 2 is finally over and you have claimed the dragon formerly known as the Cannibal. What the vote options were essentially playing into what type of bond would have been had, there was a singular roll that was had to establlish the level of bond.

It was...interesting.

Enjoy the name choosing, and I'll see you guys soon for Turn 3. Where Vizzy T grows up and the consequences of Maegor and Viserys' deal reveal themselves.