Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon.

Chapter 103 News from the North

After falling into the dream, Daenerys did not see the incarnation of her brother, nor did her body catch fire.

Then she realized that she had been dreaming something else before entering that dream state.

This feeling was very novel. She was clearly dreaming, but she knew it clearly.

Maybe it was because I saw Denise today, she thought.

She hadn't dreamed of anything else for a long time. The last time she was secretly brought aboard by a Red God priest with a dragon egg, she dreamed of a giant dragon singing and calling her. The dream that seemed to be precognitive was even longer ago, when she dreamed of her brother standing on Dragonstone.

north.

A voice whispered in the darkness.

There was gray fog all around, and she couldn't see the environment clearly. She had no sense of being grounded, but Daenerys heard the sound of the wind and the flapping of wings in her ears.

She was surprised to find that they were her own wings.

She was flying, a dragon like her brother, but with bird wings and black feathers.

North. The voice was still speaking.

It was dark and cold in the fog. There was no sun, no stars, only gray fog blowing towards me and these strange whispers.

The ground is beneath you. The sound was high and thin, and Daenerys looked around to see where it came from. She saw a raven flying just ahead of her, just out of her reach.

Daenerys looked down, and her mind suddenly felt a rush. The ground was beneath her, and the world was spread out below her like a colorful tapestry. She could see so many things, the entire continent and the people who walked in it.

She looked down at Dragonstone like a flying dragon. From this high vantage point, all other places seemed clearly visible, but Dragonstone was blurry.

Look to the north, the crow said again.

She looked north and saw a wall of ice that shone like blue crystal rising from the ground and stretching across the horizon. She saw a strange boy sleeping alone in a cold bed, his skin turning pale and firm as the memory of warmth and heat faded. She saw an old man with pale eyes, a shrunken and wrinkled body lying at the feet of the giant, tears flowing from his blind white eyes as the warmth melted his frozen and sluggish blood.

She looked beyond the Great Wall, through the endless snow-covered forests, over the frozen riverbanks, the vast blue-white glaciers, the dead ice fields shrouded in black shadows, and the earth burning with icy blue cold flames. She kept looking north, looking at the light curtain at the end of the world, and then through that light curtain, looking towards the heart of winter. At this time, she felt a chill all over her body, her body trembled constantly, and the red flames burst out of her body, but it still did not reduce the biting cold.

No. The crows' voices were much farther away from her.

She looked at the crows who seemed to be hiding from the flames coming out of her body, and the crows were also looking at her.

The black feathers on her body were burning and falling off, revealing the wings of a giant dragon under the flames. She grew dragon wings in her dream, but she did not feel fear or strange at all. Instead, she felt it was natural.

It turned out to have three eyes, and the third eye filled Daenerys with a sense of terror. There, she saw ice, cold, despair, fear, and death, and something deeper that attracted her.

"Who are you?" She quickly closed her eyes, resisting the urge to look into the crow's eyes. "Another so-called god? Why won't you let us go? Don't try to influence me!"

No. Said the crow. That's not the case.

It was surprised.

No. It hesitates.

This is fine. It's a relief.

Well, well, well, well. The crow's voice gradually faded away, and then stopped ringing completely. In the end, its tone made Daenerys feel a little relieved.

At a certain moment, Daenerys felt the power of the flames on her body increasing, and she opened her eyes. She found herself in darkness, in which there were countless dark whirlpools and purple dust. This made her feel strangely at ease, because she knew that it was Viserys's dream incarnation that was consuming magic power.

Soon, she came out of the darkness, and after that strange dream, she saw the three-headed dragon occupying half of the sky in the dream, which made her feel relieved.

She turned her head and looked at the giant dragon standing silently beside her. Most of its scales were red-gold, but its horns, wing bones and crest were silver-white. Compared with the nearly animated dragon she had seen before, although this dragon was still majestic, it seemed lifeless.

Because Daenerys did not feel the dragon egg's heartbeat, Viserys speculated that it was a fossilized dragon egg that had no hatching ability. The reason why the dragon king Inar chose such a dragon egg to be buried with him might be because the dragon egg was inactive. Inar held it in his arms and slept in the tomb. He also used a dragon skeleton to build a tomb like a sacrificial ceremony, perhaps hoping to "exchange death for life" and that his soul would enter the dragon egg after death and be reborn as a dragon.

However, this is just Viserys's guess. After all, the funeral customs of Valyria are no longer traceable.

One can only guess that they are the same as all the people in Essos during the Heroic Age. It is suspected that this is because their ancestors experienced a long and extremely cold night that lasted for a generation during the Heroic Age, eight thousand years before Aegon's landing. The world was shrouded in terrifying darkness and winter, the White Walkers descended on the earth, and the dead were resurrected as wights.

Almost all tribes in Essos follow the custom of cremation. The reason why I use "almost" is because the Rhoynar may have been buried in water before being driven out of Essos by the Valyrians. Many people mistakenly believe that cremation does not require a tomb, but except for the Dothraki who burn the bones and then don't care about them anymore - because they believe that all major events in life must be witnessed by heaven and earth, the customs of other tribes are not as wild as theirs.

The funeral of the Valyrian dragon king is even more difficult to verify. After all, such a thing would not be spread to the outside world. Viserys could only roughly guess from Einar's tomb. Einar did not seem to be cremated, but people directly put his body holding the dragon egg into the tomb to rot naturally. Perhaps this is the special feature of the dragon king's funeral.

However, this speculation can only be verified by digging graves in the ruins of Valyria to confirm whether the dragon kings of Valyria were buried in this way.

"Only death can buy life."

This was Viserys telling Daenerys a way to animate the egg that held the magic needed to hatch a dragon. It was not a spell, but a theoretical basis for a ritual that the priests of the Red God would know how to perform.

This reminded Daenerys of the screaming soul shadows on the baby dragon that hatched from the first dragon egg. From this, she tried to imagine the way to animate the dragon eggs. Even if she only relied on her limited knowledge, she could guess that the ritual to animate the dragon eggs must be very cruel and terrifying.

Thinking this way, Daenerys only regarded the silent dragon-like existence beside her as a huge dragon-shaped magic. She told herself that it was just a shape formed by the magic contained in the dragon egg, not a real life, and she didn't need to find a way to hatch it from the dragon egg. "Huh?" When Daenerys turned her eyes to the burning flame coat on her body, she was surprised to find that at the outermost edge of the flames that wrapped her whole body, there was a green thread as thin as a gossamer, almost invisible without careful observation, floating between the flames.

She stared at the thread intently, and had to concentrate very hard before she could gradually see its trajectory and shape. She tried to reach out and touch it, but then she fell into a trance.

In her field of vision, a fire suddenly lit up, the light was strange and weird, the white was bright as falling snow, the yellow was shining like pure gold, and the red turned into flames.

Glass candle. She realized what the flame was.

Her vision was occupied by the fire, and she found herself looking through the vague and abstract forests, mountains and oceans, and finally fell on a huge ice wall that shone like blue crystal. Her vision could not continue here, but she saw a dark dot on one of the stone towers and wooden fortress buildings.

She looked over.

She found that it was an old man's dream. She saw in his dream that the snow was full of vague but frightening black shadows, and everywhere were vague and sad black figures lying in pools of blood. The forest was dark and cold under the heavy snow, and the snow was as silent as death, and he could only watch all this helplessly with his pale and turbid eyes.
She found herself as if she had entered the old man's dream, and the old man found her: "Who's there? Ego? Ego? Is it you?"

She woke up.

She felt deeply sad.

A warm big hand gently brushed across her eyes: "Dream?"

Daenerys rested her head on him, and the warmth of his body dispelled some of her sadness: "Yes, I don't know why, this dream makes me so sad."

Then, she told Viserys exactly what she had dreamed of since she fell asleep, hoping that he could give some interpretation.

After listening to Daenerys's narration, Viserys immediately had an idea.

"I guess, no, I'm sure. There are letters from the Northern Wall in the Crow's Nest now." Viserys looked towards the Sea Dragon Tower and happened to see a raven squatting on the top of the tower, as if looking at this place. When Viserys wanted to see more clearly, it quickly flew away. He said with certainty, "The three-eyed crow you saw in your dream should be the wise man with mysterious powers among the Children of the Forest, the Green Prophet. It is said that they have the ability to control nature, explore the past and predict the future, and can also invade other people's dreams and minds through magic.

You need to know, Dany, that his purpose in approaching you may not be malicious, and he may even think that he is coming with great goodwill. But no matter what, the human soul is too weak. No matter how you contact the mysterious being and receive his gifts, you will inevitably be invaded and infected by his powerful spirit, and finally assimilated. Whether he assimilates you or you assimilate him, you are no longer yourself. "

Daenerys was terrified. "Like the priests of the Red God approaching us? Why do we always encounter these things?"

"You must get used to it," Viserys could only tell her. "We are sailing on a tide that sweeps across the world, and the light of our magic is too bright for us. The world is at war in the eyes of those ancient and mysterious beings, and they are eager to use you and me to achieve their goals. But as you say, the castle on Dragonstone seems to blur their vision. That is good news."

Daenerys asked about another dream: "What about the last dream? That old man, he should be just an ordinary person, who is he? Why do I see his dream? Why do I feel sad? He and I saw that the dead under the feet of the giant are the same person?"

Viserys told her what he thought should be the truth: "You must have obtained a wisp of green prophet's magic to enter other people's dreams. With the glass candle you lit as a medium, you traveled thousands of mountains and rivers and entered the dreams of people with the same blood as us. I think that old man should be Aemon Targaryen, the third son of Maekar I, the fourteenth king of the Targaryen family.

According to the historical records of the Targaryen dynasty, King Maekar I died in a rebellion in Starspur. In order to choose a new king, the King's Hand Brynden Rivers presided over the Great Council. Aemon was recalled to the court and was once secretly granted the throne of king, but Aemon refused because he forged his necklace in the Citadel and became a maester. Anyone who won the maester's necklace vowed to give up his surname.

Aemon gave up the kingdom to his brother, Aegon, our great-grandfather, known as 'The King Who Should Not Be King'.
Afterwards, Aemon chose to go to the Wall to join the Night's Watch to prevent him from being used by a conspiracy to usurp Aegon's throne. King Aegon emptied the dungeons and provided a group of 200 "honor guards" for his journey, who went to the Wall with Aemon to read the oath of the Night's Watch. Among them were "Duke of Bloodraven" Brynden Rivers and his personal guards, the Raven's Teeth. Now, Aemon is over a hundred years old.

The place where you saw him begin to fall ill and decay in your dream should be Braavos. There is some power at the Wall that allows him to live longer, and leaving the Wall will cause him to grow old and die.

As for his dream, maybe something happened at the Great Wall, which made him worried and sad, and his emotions affected you.
Entering someone else's dream is a very dangerous act, Dany, so be careful when you try this next time."

While Viserys was telling Daenerys the story and speculating on the whole story, he also had some strange thoughts. He was thinking about the dream that Daenerys had had. Was there someone who had also hinted and spied on her through the glass candles? Their methods were much stronger than those of Daenerys, who had just seen the secret. At that time, the red comet had not even appeared in the sky. Viserys deduced that the mysterious existence who had set up the dragonbinder trap for him might be more powerful than he thought.

Viserys began to talk incessantly as he started telling the story. All his inferences were well-founded and Daenerys was fascinated by his words. She was completely immersed in them and even felt that this was the truth - because it was the truth. If you compare the result with the process, it would be strange if Viserys' words did not make sense.

But Daenerys had no way of knowing this. She only lamented that she had never thought that the person in the story nearly a hundred years ago would actually contact her in this way: "We should help him. He is our great-grandfather and our relative - we have one more relative alive, right? And the Three-Eyed Raven showed me that the north is shrouded in darkness outside the Great Wall, and the icy blue piercing cold flames are burning the earth. The heart of winter at the end of the world still makes me feel freezing cold. Can't we do something?"

"." Viserys realized that although he seemed to have made some attempts, Daenerys was still being pushed by various forces towards the predetermined fate of this world's prophecy. But whether Daenerys was Azor Ahai or Nissa Nissa, this was not something Viserys could accept. Viserys turned his gaze to the south. He thought of another "savior" there. If someone in this world must take on the prophecy, then. "Yes, Dany, you are right. We should do something."

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The Great Wall of Despair.

Castle Black, Crow's Nest.

As people get older, they sleep less, and not only that, their sleep is shallow.

Night was a terrible time, dark and cold. Maester Aemon was old and blind, but he could sense that it was dark outside.

He woke up from his dream in a trance, opened his cloudy eyes and tried to find the light, but he knew it was just a dream.

The Rangers led by Commander Jeor sent back a worrying message through a raven at Craster's Keep. Mance Rayder was gathering his men at Frostfang, preparing to attack the Wall. The Rangers were now heading to the Fist of the First Men, intending to collect intelligence on the road that Mance Rayder had to take.

A steady stream of ravens flew out of Castle Black, begging for help from the lords and kings of the Seven Kingdoms, but as time went by, none of the letters came to their rescue.

The Night's Watch was underpowered and the future was uncertain. Maester Aemon dreamed about the tragic ending of the outgoing team, which was sad.
But the dream didn't end there. Thinking of this, he suddenly felt deeply sad, thinking that perhaps it was a sign that his time was coming to an end.

The last scene in his dream was a silver-haired Targaryen bathed in flames. Their eyes met in the dream. He could not see each other's appearance clearly, but only saw the other's purple eyes filled with sadness.

When he awoke, Aemon's mind was set on Summerhall ablaze, and the man who, men had said, should never have been king, had come to an end in witchcraft, fire, and grief.

Ego, is that you?

(End of this chapter)