Chapter 1: Chapter 1: Daenerys
Hi, readers of the Webnovel! Here goes the first chapter! I am studying translation and this will be my way of practicing.
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"I see it! I see it! I am the true dragon!" Amidst the thunder, Dany's buzzing ears vaguely heard Viserys' terrified screams mixed with an unusual fervor, "The dragon has three heads! The dragon has three heads! I have awakened the dragon!"
Dany groggily opened her eyes and saw that Viserys had somehow climbed out of the bed next to hers. Screaming and staggering, he walked towards the porthole like a mad drunk, frantically pushing open the tightly shut window, letting the storm's rain pour in and drench him.
Outside the porthole, it was pouring rain, with thunder rumbling and white lightning occasionally tearing through the sky, illuminating the small cabin and the now deranged Viserys.
Dany finally woke up completely, her head spinning, at a loss.
A bolt of white light shot through the window.
After the terrifying flash, a huge thunderclap followed. Dany couldn't open her eyes under the electric glare, and her ears were filled with the roaring sound, mixed with the savage ripping noise and Viserys' abruptly cut-off agonized scream.
The buzzing in her ears continued incessantly after the thunderclap.
The electric light stung Dany's eyes, causing her to tear up uncontrollably.
As Dany gradually recovered and opened her eyes dazedly, it seemed like a dream. The small merchant ship's cabin was nowhere to be seen, nor was there any trace of Viserys. She found herself, seemingly, at the peak of the clouds, surrounded by immense golden thunderstorms. Flames and frost kept falling from high above, and even higher in the sky, there was a mass of roaring, rolling black clouds filled with endless thunder and lightning. A gigantic three-headed beast circled there.
The beast's three heads were grotesque and ferocious, each with a single eye. Seemingly aware of Dany's gaze, the monstrous creature slowly turned its heads, and its three furnace-like eyes met hers.
"Ah!"
Dany cried out.
With her scream, everything before Dany's eyes suddenly turned a blinding white. As her vision gradually focused, she found herself back in the small cabin of the merchant ship, with her brother Viserys lying on the floor by the porthole, his fate uncertain.
Dany couldn't tell whether this was reality or a dream until the storm's rain poured in through the small porthole, splashing cold drops on her cheek. The chill shocked her into panic, making her realize that Viserys might have been struck by lightning.
Frantically, Dany climbed out of bed and moved towards Viserys, stumbling as the ship swayed in the storm. She ignored the ship's violent movements and crawled towards Viserys on all fours, pushing his wet, disheveled hair away from his face, and with trembling fingers, she reached for his nose.
Only when she confirmed that Viserys was still breathing did Dany finally relax.
"@#￥#￥￥%#%#%%"
A hoarse sound suddenly came from Viserys' throat.
Startled, Dany hurriedly crawled away from Viserys, retreating to the corner of the cabin. She cowered, looking back at him, only to find that Viserys was merely muttering incoherently and hadn't regained consciousness. She cautiously approached him again.
Dany strained to make out Viserys' mutterings but found that she couldn't understand any of it. The words spilling from his mouth were completely unfamiliar to her, neither the common tongue nor the languages of the Free Cities, nor even Valyrian.
Dany felt a bit lost for a moment.
Outside, there were the sounds of scattered footsteps, followed by the door being forced open.
"What happened? An assassin?"
A sturdy, beardless man burst through the door, and upon seeing the situation in the cabin, he immediately drew his sword and shouted sharply, looking around warily.
The commotion outside grew louder, and Dany wanted to say something but couldn't organize her thoughts. She simply lowered her head, sitting timidly next to Viserys without saying a word.
Before long, the man restored order and confirmed there were no assassins. Only then did the owner of the merchant ship, Illyrio Mopatis, arrive on the scene.
"Miss Daenerys, what on earth happened here?"
Illyrio gently asked the frightened Dany. He was a fat man with a greasy, yellow, forked beard and uneven yellow teeth.
Although the chubby Illyrio's eyes seemed to show genuine concern, Dany avoided his gaze, not daring to look directly at him. During their first meeting, the flash of greed in the Pentos merchant governor's eyes had frightened the sensitive Dany. She responded weakly in a soft voice, "My brother...he...I don't know."
Even now, she couldn't distinguish whether what she had seen upon waking was real or a dream.
Illyrio's expression was serious as he earnestly inquired about what had happened.
"I don't know," Dany struggled to find the words, her speech halting and fragmented. "I was asleep... woke up to thunder, saw my brother walking to the window like he was drunk... then lightning... no, I don't, I don't know."
As she spoke, Dany began to sob quietly.
Dany was sensitive, and although Illyrio seemed sincere, she still sensed a hint of impatience in his expression.
She lowered her voice even further, "I saw... I saw my brother walk to the window, then there was a loud thunderclap... and then he collapsed."
She didn't mention the mad words she had heard in her half-asleep state, the white lightning pouring in through the porthole, or the visions she had seen.
It was unclear whether Illyrio understood her or not.
Fortunately, he didn't ask further. He simply stepped forward to check Viserys' breathing, then called out, "He just fainted. Put him back on the bed and call the ship's doctor."
Illyrio then dispersed the noisy crowd, "What are you all standing around for? Get out!"
The ship's doctor arrived quickly and, after a thorough examination, found no physical injuries on the patient. Viserys was temporarily unconscious with some fever symptoms. The well-trained doctor performed a simple bloodletting and administered an expensive milk of the poppy analgesic, causing the patient to fall into a deep sleep.
Illyrio asked, "How is he? Is he alright?"
The ship's doctor seemed a bit nervous. "Uh, he should be, Governor."
Illyrio frowned. "Should be?"
The doctor lowered his head. "Uh, yes, Governor."
Illyrio fell silent for a moment, then let out a heavy sigh. "...You may go."
The doctor, feeling relieved, responded, "Yes, Governor."
In the small cabin, Illyrio and the doctor exchanged words while little Dany stood in the corner, silent.
Unhappy with the situation, Illyrio didn't say much more. After dismissing the doctor, he didn't linger, simply reassuring Dany, "It's just a mild fever, nothing to worry about. Get some rest." With that, he left with his men.
For a moment, the small cabin was left with just Dany and the sleeping Viserys.
Only then did Dany begin to feel truly afraid.
In a daze, she recalled the time when Ser Willem died. Back then, she didn't understand much, until she was driven out of the house with the red-painted door in Braavos. She and Viserys lived days of hunger, constant hiding, aimless wandering, filled with fear, helplessness, and powerlessness.
Just now, for a moment, she feared that Viserys might die.
Despite gradually descending into madness after selling their mother's crown for survival, often treating her poorly and angrily without reason, screaming and beating her in his fits of rage, Viserys was her only family.
After the emotional turmoil subsided, Dany's mind became overwhelmed with uncontrollable, illogical thoughts, and she unknowingly fell asleep.
"Hiss~"
The sting in her finger woke Dany, and she instinctively wanted to pull her hand back.
But a large, strong hand gripped hers firmly.
"Don't move." It was Viserys' voice, with an undeniable tone.
Dany didn't dare to move.
Then, she felt a tingling sensation on her finger. Realizing that he was licking her finger with his tongue, she was stunned.
When Dany opened her eyes, Viserys had already released her hand and sat back on the bed opposite in the small cabin.
Dany stared blankly at him. Viserys was frowning, with a mysterious sorrow in his purple eyes, and his pale, haggard face was full of disappointment.
Dany noticed blood on his lips—her blood. She dared not look more closely and lowered her head timidly, asking in a soft voice, "What's wrong? Are you okay?"
Viserys looked at her with his pale, bloodless face. "I'm fine." As he spoke, he stood up and straightened his clothes. "You go back to sleep. I'm going out for some fresh air." Without waiting for Dany to respond, he walked out the door.
Dany was puzzled by Viserys' behavior; his attitude was hard to understand.
When she looked at him earlier, she clearly sensed that Viserys was avoiding her gaze.
This was something she had never seen before.
She vaguely felt she had noticed something, and when she looked down at the finger that had been licked, she found a small cut on the fingertip, with crimson blood seeping from it.
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