Game of Thrones: Dance of the Dragons

Baylor had long heard of the deeds of the King of Light in the Free Trade City-State, the god who sent down divine pronouncements through fire.

But Baylor didn't want to have too much contact with them, not only because his experience in the valley had made him more wary, but also because of magic.

"I recall that I did not summon any followers or messengers of the Lord of Light. Are you trying to imitate the Kalariel family by entering so openly?"

At the same time, the glutton's roar came from outside the castle, its deep green vertical pupils staring intently at the three wizards dressed in black robes.

The wizards bowed deeply to Baylor and said solemnly, "Great Dragon King, we deeply apologize for our foolish offense."

"At the same time, I invite you to the Temple of Rahlo as an apostle of the King of Light."

Baylor had read in books that in every city of the Free Trade City-State, there was a Temple of Raholo, where the High Elder and the Apostles disseminated and received the divine pronouncements of the Lord of Light.

Why did you invite me?

"And why I absolutely must go to the Temple of Laherlo."

He despised these believers who used oracles to seduce others and attempt to undermine the monarchy.

"Prince Bellor, I saw your figure in the flames; it was the Lord of Light guiding us."

"You must have seen it, the red comet falling eastward, like the most revered horse of the Dothraki, fiery, galloping, and scorching hot."

"It is a symbol of magic, the flow of tides, and a volcano about to erupt."

"Stop, stop, stop. If this is all you're going to say, then there's no need to waste my time."

Listening to their incessant chatter, Baylor was clearly getting annoyed.

He had seen this knowledge in some forbidden books in the Citadel: the red comet represents the enhancement and revival of magic, and dragons are products of magic.

This parable can be interpreted as the Targaryen dragons being destined for great prosperity for a very long time to come.

"No, the Grand Elder asked me to tell you that the revival of magic does not necessarily mean the dragons."

Hearing this, Baylor finally understood that the followers of the Lord of Light had come here to tell him that magic had been revived.

"Let's go, take me to see your Grand Elder."

The leading wizard was not surprised; on the contrary, he was pleased and made way for them, saying, "Please go first, we'll be there shortly."

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Temple of Laherlo.

The moment Baylor stepped inside, three wizards suddenly appeared beside him, walking at the front as guides.

Although Baylor was surprised, he chose not to make a fuss, but instead carefully considered the King of Light in his heart.

The temple was spacious, with scarlet flame patterns carved on the walls, and a stone statue with a blazing red heart carved in the center.

Only when you walk to the very center do the previously dark surroundings suddenly open up, because in the very center of the temple are countless flames and runes inscribed with blood.

"Welcome, prince chosen by the King of Light, dragon king blessed by flames."

"I have received a divine message from the Lord of Light and await your arrival."

An elderly man dressed in a red robe emerged from a nearby cave. His face was covered by the robe, but the wrinkles on his hands were clearly visible, indicating that he was probably seventy or eighty years old.

"I don't want to hear your nonsense. Why would the King of Light weave lies and lure me here with magic?"

Baylor deliberately spoke in this way to test the thoughts of the red-robed elder and the King of Light.

After all, the word "magic" was neither a folk tale nor something too distant for Baylor, who possessed ancient Valyrian blood.

The old man in red robes smiled kindly, "Great Dragon King, please sit down by the campfire and allow me to tell you the story slowly."

After saying this, the old man sat down first, proving to Baylor that this was not a trap.

Baylor admired the old man's insight and sat down to his left. "Speak," he said, "what do you want to tell me?"

The red-robed elder spoke slowly, "Red Comet, Magical Tide."

"All signs indicate that all prophecies will come forward, and the Targaryen Dragon King will travel to the Sea of ​​Smoke and regain control of magic."

This statement also tells Baylor that going to the Sea of ​​Smoke is the most crucial step for the Targaryen family to master magic.

"But I remember that most of the magic that is passed down in ancient Valyria is dragon-taming incantations, which have nothing to do with the witchcraft you talk about."

Regarding magic, Baylor had only heard some rumors from his father Viserys, that the dragon families of ancient Valyria did indeed possess various secret arts.

However, the Targaryen family was only of mid-to-lower rank there, and their understanding of magic was only superficial; no one had ever truly mastered it.

The old man in red robes did not refute, but continued, "Magic is magic. No matter what form it takes, its essence will not change."

"Take you, for example, the great Dragon King, Prince Baelor Targaryen."

"Is your arrival a surprise or a disaster for this era?"

The old man in the red robe slowly stood up, as if in a dream, and stood there respectfully for a moment before speaking.

"I saw a devout follower of the Seven Gods, barefoot, walking from the land to the desert, bringing peace to the continent for the first time."

"I saw a true dragon who, while his wife was on trial, stood up for a lowly hired knight and ultimately died with regret."

Baylor was a little confused, but he had a feeling that the other person was pointing at him.

"Are you saying that these two people did something wrong?"

"That prince, or rather that devout believer, shouldn't have done such a thing."

The old man in the red robe shook his head. "Whether we do something or not, the outcome will not change."

"The 'prince' born in the land of salt and sea will surely be accompanied by a red comet and flames, bringing the dragon back to the world."

"But your birth and appearance completely changed the original trajectory, and magic has revived ahead of schedule."

"You mean to say that in the original prophecy you saw, I should have been a dead man?"

Baylor is very curious now.

He sensed from the old man's tone that he seemed to have changed a lot.

The old man in the red robe was unusually silent, but under the prince's persistent questioning, he nodded.

"Because the magical tides should bring the true dawn to Westeros a hundred years from now, brought by a true prince."

When the old man in the red robe mentioned that the prince would eventually be bathed in flames, his tone unusually excited.

Baylor raised his hand and interrupted him sternly, "You're wrong. Dragons don't have males or females; they flicker like flames."

"The prince in the prophecy, to be precise, should be a princess."

Baylor recalled that on the day he tamed the glutton, he saw in a dream that the thirteen-year-old girl resolutely walked into the campfire.

Three baby dragons hatched from the flames.