Kapitel 101: Chapter 100: Hatching the Egg
Viserys crouched in the courtyard, holding a stick of wood in one hand, occasionally stirring the bonfire, while using a fan in his other hand to wave away the thick smoke that drifted towards him.
However...
The dragon egg lay silently on the bonfire, seemingly indifferent as the roaring flames engulfed it.
The passing servants watched the young king crouched in the yard playing with fire from a distance, then huddled together and whispered quietly among themselves. Viserys was too far away to hear what they were saying, and at the moment, he had no time to care.
Viserys tried desperately to fan away the thick smoke blowing towards him with one hand, but to no avail.
In the end, the young king had to flee in disgrace, changing directions and continuing to poke the fire with the wooden stick until it caught fire, at which point he threw it into the bonfire and fetched a new one.
"Cough—"
"Cough—"
Viserys' once fair and handsome cheeks were now blackened by the smoke, with tears and snot streaming down his face, making him look quite disheveled.
...
During this time, Viserys and the other two girls had been researching how to hatch their dragon eggs.
Viserys had tried a series of methods, such as dripping blood, roasting with fire, submerging in water, and even sacrificing a prisoner, but all to no avail.
For the first few days, Rhaenys was very serious about researching how to hatch the dragon egg, but as the days passed and her 'Rhaegal' remained motionless, she gradually lost patience. Unable to crack the egg open with a hammer, Rhaenys eventually gave up her research entirely.
She ordered her pet black cat to help her hatch the egg while she went out to play.
Balerion, the little black cat, looked bewildered and helpless, as it found itself locked in a cage with a 'stone' by its master, both cat and egg sharing their fate in the cage.
As for Daenerys...
She neither played with fire like Viserys nor tormented animals like Rhaenys. The silver-haired girl had deeply remembered a sentence her brother had once said:
"Although these three dragon eggs have been around for countless years and have turned into fossils..."
"I believe that if you hatch them with all your heart, you may truly bring forth baby dragons."
Because of these words, Daenerys took the matter of hatching the dragon egg very seriously.
She placed her own 'Viserion' on her bed in her bedroom, and every night she would sleep in her nightgown, embracing her dragon egg.
At first, Viserys thought Daenerys might catch a cold, sleeping with a cold 'stone' every night.
However, Daenerys told him the dragon egg was not cold. Though its touch wasn't warm, it was at least at normal room temperature.
Since then, Viserys had given up on stopping Daenerys from sleeping with the dragon egg, and held the greatest hope for her success.
Because when he touched the pale milky-white dragon egg, it felt thoroughly cold.
...
"The dragon eggs are real, no doubt."
If Viserys wasn't certain that these three dragon eggs could truly hatch into three giant dragons soaring in the sky, he might have even thought his inner sense of the dragon eggs was mistaken.
However, the dragon eggs were real, but he was greatly troubled by his inability to hatch them.
Aside from Daenerys having a somewhat 'special' reaction to the dragon eggs, where they felt warmer to her touch than to others, there were no other unusual occurrences.
Later, the silver-haired youth tentatively reached out his hand towards the raging flames of the bonfire, repeatedly extending his hand to the edge of the inferno.
The overwhelming heatwave made him feel slightly suffocated, but the young man swallowed and encouraged himself, ultimately strengthening his resolve and continuing to extend his hand forward.
Whoosh~
At that moment, a gust of wind blew by, causing the dancing flames to leap and lick the youth's fingers.
Viserys felt a clear sensation of burning, and like being shocked by electricity, he quickly withdrew his hand.
"Hisss—"
Viserys inhaled a sharp breath, the pain from the brief contact with the fire immediately following.
However... it wasn't as painful as he had imagined.
Viserys vigorously rubbed the scorched area on his hand and found that his fingers were still fair and unblemished, not burned by the flames. Only then did he feel slightly relieved.
"It seems that my idea of holding a dragon egg and jumping into a fire pit with a condemned prisoner isn't realistic."
Viserys, left with no other choice, had to abandon his bold idea.
Although some time had passed since he had acquired the dragon egg, Viserys was still unable to find a way to hatch it.
No wonder Illyrio was willing to gift it to someone else.
No wonder a precious dragon egg was only worth the price of a single ship.
If the dragon egg could hatch, a hundred ships wouldn't be enough to exchange for it. However, an unhatched dragon egg only held the value of a collectible and decorative piece.
At that moment,
"Your Grace."
A slightly plump, unattractive woman approached, leading a boy about the same age as Daenerys. She saw Viserys 'playing with fire' and walked over.
"Do you wish to hatch the dragon egg?"
This woman was Mirri Maz Duur, the Asshai'i priestess who had attempted to take advantage of Viserys on the ship to Braavos.
She had completed the punishment Viserys had imposed on her and had been 'released.' Two years prior, Mirri received news that her mother had passed away back in her hometown, and she wept bitterly.
However, Mirri did not follow her mother's dying wishes and return home to become an obscure priestess. Instead, she stayed in Andalos to help Viserys with questions about magic and mysticism, all the while continuing to observe the secrets hidden within him.
Over the years, apart from realizing that the youth was growing at a terrifying pace, Mirri had made no other discoveries.
She once could 'see' the magic within Viserys growing stronger alongside him, but in recent years, she couldn't even observe that.
Viserys seemed shrouded in a layer of darkness, elusive and enigmatic.
However...
As both a priestess and a sorceress, Mirri had recently felt an urge in her heart.
She seemed to sense a restless scent in the air, and her rapidly beating heart told her that the power of magic seemed to be returning.
It was... not far away.
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