Chapters
The Targaryens and their Dragons in 5 IC/131 AC (30 AC) Generation 1: Visenya Targaryen, born 53 BE/73 AD (29 BC), 58 years old, rider of the she-dragon Vhagar which hatched on Dragonstone in 76 BE/50 AD (52 BC). Known as the Bronze Fury, Vhagar has bronze scales with greenish-blue highlights and flames and bright green eyes. Aegon I Targaryen, born 51 BE/75 AD (27 BC), 56 years old, already known as the Conqueror though the epithet has not yet gained its full prestige, rider of the dragon Balerion…- 262.2 K • Ongoing
- Eleventh Moon, 110 AD (9 AC) The Gardener Hopeless. That is what the situation had become. Simply hopeless. Sometimes Mern couldn’t help but curse the Seven. Why had their Faith called them up into this pointless war? Why had they ever been so foolish as to think they stood a chance? The Targaryens were advancing on all fronts. The North had been devastated for their own actions against the Targaryens and had fallen into civil war, their allies in the Westerlands and the Vale had long since been…
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- Second Moon, 108 AD (7 AC) Rhaenys They had captured eight skinchangers alive. Twelve fallen bodies had been recovered as well, and ten more had escaped due to the presumedly warged pack of wolves and dogs distracting their soldiers. Thirty skinchangers in total, in addition to gods knew how many that had died near the Twins during Meleys’ rampage. How had they been so blind? So unprepared? Rhaenys still remembered how she and her siblings had rushed home when they had heard of the attack on the…
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- Sixth Moon, 97 AD (5 BC) Visenya The Hall of a Hundred Hearths truly lived up to its name. There were fifty hearths on each side of the hall, spaced ten feet apart, all of them lit and blazing with fire in a desperate attempt to warm the massive space. Smooth slate floors on the ground led up to great marble walls and colored and clear glass windows in the galleries above that lit up the room alongside the blazing hearths. The great hall could feast an army and that was exactly what they were going to…
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- Sixth Moon, 126 AD (25 AC) Aerion It was Midyear’s Day of the one hundredth and twenty-sixth year since the Doom of Valyria. But once the day had passed, they would never again date their calendar from the Doom, from that day of tragedy and disaster. They would date it from a day of glory and power, a date that would forever be remembered for the greatness of his house. At long last they were ended. After almost thirty years, the Wars of Conquest had come to an end at last. The Liberation of the…
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- Second Moon, 124 AD (23 AC) Elaena Lys was truly a lovely city, Elaena thought. A city of trade and luxuries clinging to a sunny fertile paradise island with palm and fruit trees, soft white sands, and deep blue-green coastal waters teeming with fish. The streets were well kept and clean, with properly built and sealed sewers. A pleasant floral scent emanated across the entire city from its many pleasure gardens full of beautiful flowers. The people were lovely to behold as well, almost all of them having…
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- Third Moon, 118 AD (17 AC) Aegon “Magnificent, aren’t they Your Grace?” the handler asked excitedly. The man in question was one of the many demands he had made of Volantis as the annual tribute for staying out of the wars in Essos. He had asked that they send him a few of their most capable elephant handlers and trainers in advance before he had conquered the North, anticipating that they would soon be very necessary. “They are indeed,” Aegon could not help but admit, feeling even a little…
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- Chapter Text Third Moon, 101 AD (1 BC) Aegon As they approached Seagard, he held Aerion tighter in his arms with a mischievous smile on his face before he urged Balerion into a few sharp turns and sweeping rolls. His son’s excited cheers and shouts lightened Aegon’s heart before they finally came in to land at the castle. “When will Valaena and I be able to fly on our own Father?” Aerion asked him as they dismounted from Balerion and climbed the rope ladder down to the ground from his…
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- Sixth Moon, 107 AD (6 AC) Aerion Targaryen “Aerion, come up here and demonstrate for your siblings,” his mother commanded, gesturing ever so slightly to the slab of obsidian resting on the stone mound. “Yes Mother,” Aerion answered obediently, walking up to the obsidian before his mother raised her hand. “Before Aerion starts, would anyone like to give their thoughts on what he’s doing? You can put your hand down Valaena. I know you know. Let your younger siblings learn for once,” his…
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- Third Moon, 116 AD (15 AC) Aegor “He’s just so adorable, isn’t he?” Rhaena said as she fawned over their son in the nursery. Aegor couldn’t help but agree as he ran his hands through the faint wisps of silver-gold hair on his son’s head and drank in the sight of those innocent purple eyes. His eyes, or as they should have been if one had not been torn out and replaced with cold, hard emerald long ago. It had taken him countless years to accept that maiming, that disability, yet as he beheld…
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