Fire & Earth (A House Of The Dragon & ATLA-Inspired Fanficiton)
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Kapitel 1: The Prince
The halls of the Red Keep were alive with anticipation, each corner whispering the same tale, Princess Aemma had given birth. It was not one child, but two. The news spread quickly through King's Landing, reaching the council chambers, the kitchens, and the court with the same electrifying force as a dragon's roar. Another male heir to bolster the Targaryen family, and with him, a sister, born under the same stars that illuminated the Targaryen legacy.
Inside the queen's birthing chamber, the air was thick with the warmth of the hearth, which blazed with a peculiar intensity, as if it sensed something stirring beyond the ordinary. The flames danced higher and higher, flickering in time with the steady breathing of the newborns.
The babe who came first, Aegon, lay swaddled in his cradle, quiet and still, his eyes wide open and fixed on the hearth's glow. His sister, Rhaenyra, squirmed and wailed beside him, her tiny fists waving as though she were already testing her strength against the world. But Aegon was different. His gaze seemed to deepen, almost as if he could see through the fire, as if he understood the primal force that crackled within it. As his small chest rose and fell, the flames shifted, bending ever so slightly toward him, moving with his breath.
Standing nearby, Prince Baelon, Aegon's grandfather, watched the newborns with a mixture of awe and pride. The burden of expectation had weighed on his shoulders for years, knowing the realm's hunger for a male heir to secure the Targaryen line. Now, in the form of his first grandson, that hope had been realized.
"Look at him," Baelon murmured, his voice low with wonder. "He is silent, but there is a fire in his eyes. Not like Rhaenyra. He feels...different!"
King Jaehaerys, the great ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, stood beside his son, his face carved in stern contemplation. His age had turned his once-bright hair into silver threads, but his eyes still burned with the sharp intellect and resolve of a ruler. He had lived long enough to see many born and die to the Targaryen bloodline, but there was something about this moment that gave even him pause.
"He is different, Baelon," Jaehaerys said, his voice carrying the weight of a king who had seen the rise and fall of dynasties. His gaze shifted between the twins, but it lingered on Aegon and the infants interest in the flames. "Fire calls to him, and not in the way it calls to us, to dragons. No, this is something deeper."
Baelon glanced sharply at his father, then back at the babe. Could it be that this child was touched by more than just the Targaryen blood of Old Valyria? Was this a sign of something more, a power unbidden by dragons alone?
Suddenly, a faint rumble passed through the floor, a subtle vibration that only those attuned to the earth beneath their feet would notice. Baelon's eyes flicked to the hearth, where the flames swayed unnaturally, bending toward Aegon once again as the boy inhaled deeply, his tiny body pulsing with a strength that seemed far beyond his age. Jaehaerys narrowed his eyes, his sharp mind already connecting the threads of possibility.
"The Old Gods have granted us a gift," Jaehaerys said softly, his voice laced with a hint of reverence, "but it is not one to be taken lightly."
Baelon stepped closer to the cradle, his expression shifting from pride to something more cautious. "What does it mean? This connection he has, to fire..." He lowered his voice, as if the walls themselves might carry his words to unkind ears. "Could he be… a danger?"
Jaehaerys was silent for a long moment, his mind racing back through the histories of his house, the myths of the Valyrian Freehold, and the ancient prophecies of the world's end. Finally, he spoke, his words heavy with meaning.
"All Targaryens are born of fire, but this one, Aegon, he is more. He bends the elements without knowing it, and that power will grow with him. It will shape him. Fire will answer his call, and perhaps the very earth beneath his feet will move with his will. As was the ways in Valyria of old"
As if to confirm the king's words, the flames in the hearth suddenly flared, casting long shadows across the room. Aegon's eyes flickered with an orange glow as the fire mirrored the steady rhythm of his breath, while a low rumble echoed faintly through the walls.
Baelon stepped back, his heart pounding. "By the gods, has my blood brought upon this world..."
But Jaehaerys only smiled, a faint, knowing curve of his lips. "We have brought forth a king, perhaps one greater than any before him."
Behind them, Princess Aemma lay resting with Viserys by her side, both oblivious to the conversation. Her exhaustion had overtaken her, and her eyes were closed in a fitful sleep. They did not yet know the full gravity of what had just transpired, nor the weight their son carried even in his infancy.
Aegon's silence was profound, as though he already knew the part he would play in the shaping of history. Rhaenyra, restless and fierce even in her cradle, would grow to be his equal, his rival, his sister bound by blood and fate. But on this night, under the watchful eyes of the hearth and the moon above, it was Aegon who commanded attention.
Jaehaerys and Baelon watched over him, two generations of rulers standing before the future of their house, the weight of legacy bearing down on them both. Neither spoke as the flames continued to dance, as if in silent celebration of the newborn prince.
But in the flicker of those flames, Jaehaerys saw the beginnings of a future bathed in fire and shadow, a future where Aegon Targaryen, firstborn, would one day wield powers greater than dragons. The question that remained, unspoken and looming in the minds of those present, was whether this power would save the realm… or consume it.
For now, Aegon slept, his tiny fists curled into the soft linen of his cradle, while the fire danced in harmony with his breath.
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