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Baelon Targaryen, Chroyane

Baelon was old, at least by Westeros standards, he had wielded a weapon for as long as he could remember, he had gone through countless conflicts, wars and massacres, he had seen injustices and cruelties until his spirit simply went numb, in the face of the injustice of the world

But today, few times in his life had Baelon felt as much fury as he did right now, the last time he remembered feeling similar hatred was when the news broke that his beloved brother had been killed

Completely mad by anger and hate, Baelon fought with the fierceness of a dragon, his enchanted and light armor allowing him to have enough mobility, matching the swift cuts and thrusts of his rival, who did not stop laughing as she danced around the prince

“I recognize that style of forging, pure brute force, with the subtlety of a war barge. You're a Targaryen, aren't you? Tell me, how a Valyrian noble, Lords of the Fiery Fang, end up rubbing shoulders with disgusting and inferior Rhoynar," said the warrior, at the same time that she continued her attack on the prince, with total naturalness

"You'll die, you disgusting bitch," Baelon snapped, Dark Sister's blade glowing with magic, invigorating the prince's body

The warrior, for her part, simply laughed

"HAHAHA your fire burns furiously, as soon as I inform the treason council I will request to keep you as a pet, I, Arlaena Meraeyon have declared it" said the deranged harpy, who had been limiting herself to simply using her martial prowess

Until now

Baelon watched in amazement as the body of the warrior maiden seemed to fade taking on an appearance similar to smoke and ash, then began to fly around Baelon while laughing uncontrollably, using her spear to attack the prince of Dragonstone

"Little Targaryen, useful, but weak like the rest of your family" the woman mocked, giving Baelon superficial cuts

Overwhelmed by the strange magic and being virtually helpless against it, Baelon screamed

“SHOW YOUR FACE DAMN BITCH” while the power of his magic was channeled through his sword

The answer? A sharp cut to Baelon's face, worthy of a spear master, deep enough to shatter the prince's left eye, but shallow enough to be non-lethal

It was evident that the Valyrian sorceress was playing with him, he thought furiously

However, any response from the prince was forgotten when he felt a kick directly towards his chest, sending him to the ground, followed by a sharp pain, as he felt how the sorceress's spear pierced his hand like butter, trapping his arm in the ground

As Baelon screamed in pain, as he had never done before, it was evident that the Dragon Lords were especially sadistic in their fighting style

"You are old, this is not fun, although it is evident that, in your youth, you had been a lethal warrior," said the woman, while, taking the handle of the spear, she twisted it in Baelon's flesh, causing him even more pain

"I'll end this, that old man over there seems much more entertaining than you," said the warrior mockingly, watching as Geralt finished off the last of the warriors, although it was evident that he was fatigued

However, the conversation was interrupted by a burst from outside, the dark night brightened, at the same time that a pillar of golden fire appeared in the city, which, to Baelon's surprise, took the form of a powerful dragon, made entirely of golden flames

And without a doubt, he knew that it was Hadrian

“What... what is that, what magic is that? The council did not inform me of such a weapon" the hysterical woman blurted out at the sight of the colossal and titanic magical being

That moment of distraction was all Baelon needed

Taking his father's dagger with his good hand and making a titanic effort, shattering his hand in the process, he rose with his last breath and pierced the neck of the surprised sorceress

"No, no, no, NO, NO, NO," she spoke over and over again, apparently recognizing the dagger in question

Baelon watched in amazement as the innocent weapon began to glow with a powerful purple glow, at the same time as small threads of magic began to emerge from the sorceress's increasingly weak body and were absorbed by the small dagger

"NO, THE COUNCIL WILL FIND OUT ABOUT THIS, YOU'RE BREAKING THE CODE, NO, NO, NO" the woman shouted desperately, at the same time that her body quickly turned to dust

When the dagger finished its function, it fell to the ground inertly, as did the dragon lady's armor and spear

At the same time that Lord Geralt was walking towards him

“Are you okay?” he asks, looking at Lewin's body with resignation

 Baelon, now calmer, could only sigh without responding, he had lost an eye and probably his hand too

But he was alive, alive to his parents, alive to his children and grandchildren

Alive to fulfill his duty to House Targaryen and honor the memory of the one who gave him the opportunity to see his family again

In exchange for his own

"Apparently, Hadrian is cleaning the city," Geralt said, watching as the powerful golden flames moved through the streets of the city, eliminating the horde of beasts that besieged the city, the flames of the dragon king consuming everything, without distinction

"I did magic, I could use magic," Baelon said between moans of pain, at the same time that Lyara Stark entered the door with a look of relief

"The soldiers were able to hold off the attack and King Hadrian's fire has driven them back, it is destroying everything, except this palace," said the beautiful young woman, at the same time focusing her gaze on Prince Baelon

"My prince!" Lady Stark said, at the same time that she threw herself and began to treat the prince's wounds

"Ser Geralt, please," Baelon asked with difficulty

"Make sure that the bodies of our fallen are recovered, please," the prince begged, before the pain forced him to lose consciousness

Not having the slightest idea that when he woke up, the world he knew would have changed

Forever

Prince Viserys, King’s Landing

"Are you sure, my grandson?" said the queen looking at Viserys and asking a third time

Rolling his eyes, the prince replied

“Yes grandmother, all the eggs, both petrified and live, of the Dragon Pit hatched at the same time, I have the same report from Dragonstone, we have fifteen hatchlings in King's Landing and forty in Dragonstone, the fire was so powerful that the structure of the Dragon Pit was irreversibly damaged, the wizards that my father hired in our service indicate that they can repair the structure in a short time and build provisional protections, but that they will require a lot of time to make permanent protections," said the prince

The queen nodded, this was not an isolated case

“Reports all over the kingdom, each one stranger than the last, animals never seen before outside of legends, trees that moved on their own, strange little beings among the trees and rivers, even Corlys reported sightings of huge seahorses on the shores of Driftmark”

Alysanne had no way of confirming it, but she was sure that Hadrian and Baelon had succeeded in their mission and magic was returning to the world

“What do you think?” Viserys asked, waiting for an answer

In embarrassment, the queen replied

"Excuse me Viserys, I was distracted. What did you say?"  

The prince replied instantly

"That we should send a message to Grandfather, to come directly to the city, it is important that we take actions to mitigate damages," said the prince, at the same time that the prince drank from his glass of wine

Alyssane couldn't help but feel proud of her grandson, Viserys was an excellent manager and although he enjoyed parties, food and drink a little too much for his taste, he never shied away from his responsibilities

He would be a good candidate to be Hand of the King, when James ruled, the queen thought, as she drank from her glass of wine

"It's a good idea, I'll talk to Vaegon to send the letter, maybe we can talk to my daughters so they can pay us a quick visit and..." however, Alysanne's words died in her throat as she felt a chill run through her body

The words failed and the queen felt with absolute terror as her throat closed quickly, her breath was short, and in desperation, she tried to stand up, only to fall on the floor of the office

“GRANDMOTHER!! GRANDMOTHER!!” shouted his grandson

“GUARDS!!! CALL PRINCE VAEGON, CALL ALL THE COURT WIZARDS, CALL EVERYONE NOW!!” roared the prince like the dragon he was as he approached the queen

Alyssane's eyes were bloodshot, her skin pale and her veins black, each time, her vision became even more cloudy and her grandson's voice was heard more and more distant

The despair almost completely disappeared, at the same time, for the first time in decades, she heard a voice that longed for every day of her life

"Muna," said the voice of a child, a voice that tormented the queen every night

Her beloved daughter, Daenerys, as beautiful and innocent as the day she left, accompanied by her sisters

Daella and Alyssa, who looked at her with a huge smile

"My daughters," said the queen, she no longer felt pain, the air was not lacking

"Muna," said another voice, one that hurt as much as the previous ones, manly, deep and powerful

Her eldest son, her beloved Aemon, appeared behind his sisters, protective and gallant, looking at her with a warm smile

"My beloved Aemon," said the queen, who approached her children, eager to embrace them

There was no pain, her time had come, her daughters were fine, as were her sons, Jaehaerys still lived to protect them, with him and Hadrian, they would be fine

She would apologize to her beloved husband when his time came

Alyssane Targaryen's soul crossed the threshold of her own volition, leaving her weary, poisoned body, a shattered family, and a living dead king

The repercussions of his death would be felt even decades later

And then, Alyssane Targaryen, was no more

Prince Baelon Targaryen, Hadrian’s Ship

Tired, the prince was as tired as ever, his body was heavy and he didn't want to wake up

However, Hadrian had other plans

"Stand up, we must talk" ordered the king, who was sitting next to Baelon's bed

With a growl, the prince sat up with difficulty on the bed, looking towards Hadrian

“What's wrong? The last thing I remember was..."

"Fight a specter of a Valyrian sorceress," said the king, while frowning at his father's dagger, the one he had used to assassinate his enemy

"Geralt told me what happened, we will go to Dorne, to leave Lewin's body along with the rest of the soldiers, before flying to King's Landing," said the king, completely serious

Baelon nodded, still dazed, his vision strange, as if incomplete, and his hand was heavier than usual

Looking down, he was surprised to find that, where he had once had a hand of flesh and blood, now a hand of steel, with red runes was present

"Your hand was in pieces, I couldn't save it, I gave you this in exchange, get used to it," said the king, as he stood up, still with the dagger in his hand

"Thank you," said the prince sincerely

Hadrian didn't answer, he just raised the dagger with a cold look and said

"I need you to give me a good reason why you possess a soul stealer," demanded the dragon king, looking at Baelon with contained fury

Confused, Baelon asked

“A what?”

At the face of confusion, Hadrian's countenance softened and he replied

"This dagger, it is a soul stealer, it takes the energy of souls and twists it to generate magic, it is one of the vilest acts and, where I come from, it is punishable by death," said Hadrian

Baelon, confused, replied

"I don't know, it's a dagger that has been passed down for generations, apparently my ancestor, Aegon the conqueror, kept something important inside it."

Harry nodded and took a seat

"The city was destroyed, sunk in the river, magic is beginning to be cleansed and the soldiers are looting the palace of the moon, so we have all the time in the world," said the king, as he took a seat

"Tell me everything you know about this weapon"

Faced with the tone used and knowing that Hadrian was not playing, Baelon responded

They were going to be here for quite some time

Unkown time, Unkown place

"Talk to me," said the feminine and elegant voice of the matriarch, while she sipped a glass of wine and looked at the ocean

"It's done," said a male voice, wearing a mask with the number four on it.

"Excellent, the death of Alyssane Targaryen was necessary, that our agents activate the plan in Norvos and Qohor, and good work, Horse," said the matriarch

The aforementioned man replied

"Your wishes are my orders matriarch" while taking off her mask, showing a familiar face, belonging to one of the most important houses in Westeros

Vaemond Velaryon

"Coordinate with the Thorn and the Needle, I need an unstable Westeros to be able to consolidate power in the north of Essos, Dismissed," said the beautiful woman, at the same time, making a gesture with her hand, sending the soul of her disciple back to her body

"So, my beloved Harry succeeded, his power is intoxicating, even now, I can feel his titanic magic, while Chroyane is being consumed by the flames," she whispered to herself

Her beautiful red hair moved in the wind, while her blue eyes looked east

“I still remember it, those long nights, where you fucked me non-stop, you spilled your powerful seed inside me, we are perfect, we are for each other and if I have to get rid of all the whores you fuck and those brats you call children, so be it”

"After all, it was you, who banished me to this desolate world, my beloved," said the voice of the matriarch, a witch of immense power, former lover of King Hadrian, banished for "crimes" against the wizarding world

"You made your move, now it's my turn," said the voice of the matriarch, who, drawing her yew wand, summoned a spectral lioness, made of a sickly red magic, similar to cursed flames

"Priestess, let the ASCENSION plan begin," ordered the beautiful red-haired woman

The game had changed forever