Capítulo 103: Chapter 102: Golden Patterns
"Dragon dreams?"
Viserys stood in darkness, his presence in front of this colossal creature as insignificant as a speck of dust.
Although he could firmly believe that he was now facing what had been recorded as a "dragon dream" encountered by his ancestors many times, he still felt an intense fear rushing toward him when it truly stood before him.
This creature, transcending the bounds of conventional understanding, was enough to tear apart the worldview Viserys had always held.
"It's too big."
The silver-haired youth stood before this gigantic being, whose body could rival mountains, feeling as if even his breath had stopped.
This terrifying dragon was covered in thick, dark scales. Molten lava flowed in the gaps between each scale, radiating intense light and heat before dripping into the pitch-black world.
Huu~
The heavy breathing sounded like thunder, black fog swirling around the entire dragon, obscuring its enormous size. However, the silver-haired youth in front of it was not even the size of a single scale.
Viserys had never seen Balerion, the Black Dread, but he felt this dragon should be far larger than the 150-meter Black Dread.
The dragon, wrapped in black fog, looked down at the imp before it as if it were an ant. It raised its ferocious yet beautiful head and elegantly stretched its slender neck.
Without even emitting a roar, the dragon opened its deep, abyssal maw. Terrifying crimson dragonfire surged forth, instantly enveloping Viserys completely.
In an instant, the handsome youth's skin turned to ash, his blood evaporated by the flames, and his entire body disappeared as if it had evaporated into thin air within this dream world.
...
Meanwhile, in the real world.
Viserys stared blankly at the bonfire before him. Mirri continued her endless theorizing, only to find the young king wasn't listening and seemed somewhat distracted.
"Your Grace?"
The priestess was a bit puzzled.
Viserys had never been known to lose focus during a conversation. Following his gaze, she saw...
A fire?
"Your Grace?"
Mirri felt that something was off with Viserys and waved her hand in front of him again.
Viserys then suddenly shuddered, trembling from head to toe as if he had been struck by a severe illness. Cold sweat flowed down his forehead, and he leaned on his hand, gasping for breath.
"Your Grace!"
Mirri saw Viserys' face pale as paper, cold sweat streaming down his forehead like it was free, and she panicked. She pulled out a medicine bottle she carried with her from her sleeve.
The priestess had once studied herbalism with the women of the Dothraki, and Archmaester Marwyn of the Citadel had also taught her some medical knowledge, so she possessed some medical skills.
However, Viserys seemed to recover a bit and gestured to stop her from treating him.
"I'm fine."
He had just experienced a dragon dream and encountered a dragon in the dream once again.
This wasn't the first time Viserys had met it.
After his coronation, when he fainted, Viserys felt like he had countless dreams – he dreamt of the Doom of Valyria, and of a black dragon spewing fire at him. Yet, this time, he dreamt of the same scene again.
"Why?"
"What on earth happened?"
...
Viserys was puzzled.
He couldn't understand why he kept having these dragon dreams, and what their recurring presence was supposed to signify.
However, Viserys felt that the dreams bore no ill will. It seemed as if they were singing to him, and although the dragonfire engulfed him completely, it seemed to purify and temper him.
Drenched in sweat, Viserys felt lighter all over, even his breathing had become smoother, as if he had been reborn.
At that moment.
Mirri's son, g, seemed to have discovered something and tugged at his mother's hand.
"Mother, look, the fire has gone out."
A gentle breeze blew.
The extinguished bonfire left only black ashes and broken remnants, and the dragon egg still lay silently on the roasting rack.
"Hmm?"
Viserys was slightly taken aback. He and Mirri hadn't noticed how the bonfire had gone out. The large fire, fueled by ample wood, should have been able to burn for a long time.
However, before he could ponder it further.
Viserys' gaze was drawn to the dragon egg lying silently on the roasting rack.
The black dragon egg was still as deep and dark as the abyss of the ocean floor, yet amidst the darkness, a strange golden pattern had appeared, as if it had always been there, reflecting a brilliant light in the sunlight.
But Viserys was certain that the golden pattern had not been there just a short while ago. Below the pattern was an almost imperceptible, fine crack, which seemed to be where the black mist had entered.
"Your Grace, patience is key."
The priestess standing beside the young king looked at Viserys, who was lost in thought while holding his dragon egg, and advised him.
"The wind of resurrection is blowing. The dragon slumbering within the stone will awaken eventually. If you act hastily or forcibly hatch it, it may backfire."
The Targaryen family history had too many tragedies resulting from forced hatching of dragon eggs.
Viserys held his still-hard, iron-like black dragon egg, slightly lost in thought, and then nodded.
At that moment.
"Your Grace."
Maester Gunthor, still wearing his simple grey maester's robe, hurried over with a letter in hand.
He saw Viserys deep in thought, cradling his dragon egg, and worried that the young king might lose his sanity in his quest to hatch it.
Gunthor also cast a wary glance at the priestess standing beside Viserys.
She claimed to have studied with Archmaester Marwyn, and Gunthor's own mentor had a good relationship with Marwyn.
He had written to his mentor to verify her identity, but his mentor replied that Marwyn had been traveling the world for a long time and had not returned to the Citadel. When he did return, the truth would be ascertained.
"Something big has happened."
Gunthor glanced at the priestess, then whispered into Viserys' ear.
Viserys was startled by the maester's voice.
"Big news?"
Viserys was slightly taken aback, and then Maester Gunthor whispered a few more words into Viserys' ear. The young king's expression changed noticeably, and he nodded.
"To the council chamber."
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