[Years Ago....]
(Third Person POV)
A young girl stood in front of what looked like a pyre, where a small dog lay, dead.
The girl had white hair, tied in a ponytail, and wore a simple yellow dress. She was holding a small stuffed doll in her arms as she looked at the pyre, tears in her eyes.
She sniffed, "Peanut..." she said softly as she trembled
"Syras..." a voice said
The girl turned to see a man standing behind her, looking at her with a compassionate expression on his face. He was tall, muscular, and had white hair, and deep purple eyes. He had a scruffy beard on his face, showing his age. He was wearing leather armor and had a golden cloak on his back, fluttering slightly along the wing.
"V-Vaemon...." She said softly, "Why must....why must our companions pass?"
"Oh, sweet little thing." Vaemon said with a slight smile, "It is the natural order. Living beings eventually die, with some exceptions of course. The dog....it got sick and sometimes, we cannot do much about it. The best thing we can do is enjoy the memories made with our companions...."
Syras looked down, "I don't want Peanut to go..." she said softly, "I don't want it..."
"It has happened, we cannot bring it back." Vaemon said, "Animals die....people die...even the closest to you, they can die. As I said, the best thing we can do is enjoy the memories....Like I enjoyed the memories of our Brother, Vaegon."
"I don't remember him..." The girl said
"Oh, but he remembered you." Vaemon smiled, "What he did, he did it for you, for the young lad, Valerion. For all of us. For his Family. We are outcasts, we are Blackfyres. Soon, our name will be known once again."
"But..." Syras said, "My dog...."
Vaemon was about to speak when a loud footstep was heard, "The dog is dead." a deep and somewhat distorted voice said, "There is not much you can do about that."
Vaemon stepped to the side as a man, taller than him, walked up to them. He was imposing, covered in a black cloak that emitted black mist, his dark hair hanging down his head to his neck. His left eye was that of a dragon's, glowing bright green.
"Father." Vaemon said as he bowed slightly, "I thought you were with Valerion. I figured I'll build a pyre for the lass's dog. I-"
"Child." The Father said as he walked up to the girl, "Does it hurt? Losing your companion?"
The young girl nodded slowly, "Peanut was my friend...." She said softly, "A gift from you, father...."
The Father walked past her and towards the small pyre, "Life and Death. Such is the cycle for all creatures in this world." he said with a monotone, "All living beings will soon die, and their embers will fade into nothingness."
The girl looked up at him, the imposing sight of the man's back from behind was terrifying but at the same time, soothing and calming.
"To care for a fragile little thing, that is what makes you human, child." He said, "But you are not just human, you are of the Dragon's Blood. The pain you feel is temporary, losing this companion will be nothing compared to the pain of losing a Dragon. I once felt that pain, overwhelming me more than anything. My heart was ripped out, leaving me empty inside."
"D-Dragon...?" Syras said with a surprised expression, "I...I don't have one...."
"But you will." The Man said as he placed his left hand on the pyre, "For that is your birthright. You will take to the skies atop a winged beast, an extension of your Father. You will bond with the beast, your feelings for it will be far stronger than what you had for this poor thing."
Suddenly, the pyre burst into flames, incinerating the dog's corpse in mere seconds as the Man stepped back slowly, watching the flames rage on.
Syras looked at the fire with surprise, "P-Peanut!"
"Syras Blackfyre." The Man said, "That is your name. You are destined to be more than a scared little girl. Soon, my child, you will become much more."
Vaemon watched the flames, a slight smile creeping on his lips.
"I...am just a child...." Syras said
"For now." The Father's eye gazed upon her
"I..." Syras looked at him, "I will have my dragon?"
"Of course." The Father knelt down and placed his right hand on her head, "You are my daughter, Syras Blackfyre. When the time comes, you will be at my side, when I descend upon the West and unleash my flames upon the Realm."
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[Back to The Present, A Week After Rhaegon's Wedding]
Inside a ship's room, lying on a hammock, a young woman's eyes opened.
"Hm..." She said as she looked at the ceiling of the room, "A dream.....a memory...."
She was wearing leather armor, similar to those of the Golden Company, her hair tied in a ponytail. There was a dagger resting at her chest as the hammock swayed from side to side as she stared up into the wooden top of her room.
There was a knock on the door, "L-Lady Syras?" A voice called out
"What?" Syras said with a frown
"V-Vaemon is calling for you." a man said, "Lord Valerion is here."
She let out a sigh, "Valerion..." She said as she got out of the hammock, catching the dagger by the handle as it fell off, "Fine. I'll be right out."
A couple of minutes later, she was walking on the deck of the ship she was on, making her way to the center where there was a table set up. The entire ship was swaying due to being anchored at the side of a coast.
In front of the table, Vaemon and Valerion Blackfyre sat as Vaemon slid an empty chair outside for Syras to sit in.
As she sat on it, she looked across the table to see two particular men sitting down.
She recognized the two of them to be Euron and Victarion Greyjoy, Balon's brothers.
"What is it?" Syras crossed her legs and arms as she glanced at Valerion who was leaning against the table, looking at Euron
"A meeting." Vaemon said with a slight smile, "Lord Balon Greyjoy has died. A tragic accident. Euron here is now Lord of The Iron Islands."
"My sympathies." Syras said, "I figured Balon's boy would be Lord since he's the heir or something."
"Theon Greyjoy is still a hostage at Winterfell." Valerion said, "Euron here has usurped the seat, so to speak."
"My Nephew is not fit to rule the Ironborn." Euron said, "Besides, they won't follow him. They'll follow us.....they'll follow me."
Victarion sat there silently, his eyes occasionally setting on Syras.
"Yes yes." Valerion said, "Like we've discussed. When the Dothraki Horde is unleashed upon Dorne, you'll take the Iron Fleet and invade the North along the Black Army, is that an acceptable tactic?"
"We didn't say we'll align with you, Valerion." Euron chuckled
Valerion raised an eyebrow, "Then why are you still here, breathing?" He asked, "The reason we're meeting is to establish that you are on our side, my side."
Euron smiled, his eye piercing Valerion, "I want to know what your zealot witches are planning." He said, "I know it's not just you wanting to take the Iron Throne, there's so much more than that. Valerion Blackfyre, the rightful King of Westeros? I think the old man is more appropriate, no?"
Vaemon tilted his head, "I'd be careful if I were you." He said seriously, "You're speaking to Valerion Blackfyre, the Chosen One."
As he said that, a dragon's roar was heard above them. Euron and Victarion both saw Rhaegos flying above them, followed by another Dragon, cream and gold in color, letting out a roar.
Euron couldn't help but smile, "And whose beautiful creature is that?"
"Mine." Syras said seriously, "Disrespect Valerion again, and I'll have Viserra bathe you and your brother in flames. We'll take your Fleet from you while we're at it."
Euron chuckled and pointed at her, "I like you." He said, "Tell you what, Valerion, let me marry this one and you have a deal."
Valerion shook his head, "Out of the question. Syras isn't some property to be sold, she's my Sister, Daughter of Zaldrizes Jaes." He said seriously, "Meleys was one thing, but Syras is off-limits."
"The Dragon God...." Victarion whispered, "Brother, we must tread lightly."
"Is that so?" Euron leaned back, "How terrifying is this God?"
"His power is real." Victarion said, "Incurring his Wrath is not ideal."
"What do you offer us if we side with you?" Euron rolled his eye, "Aside from a chance in sticking it up Rhaegar's ass?"
Valerion shrugged, "The coasts of Westeros." He said, "The Western ones, that is. Keep your pirates from our side when we conquer it."
"Heh." Euron said with a sinister smile, "There is something else to this whole thing...and it intrigues me....Fine...."
"We'll accept."