Volantis And Learning The Truth

~~~(POV: Raenon Targaryen)~~~

~~~(Current Age: 13 Years)~~~

~~~(Location: Flying to Volantis, Essos)~~~

~~~(Date: 297 AC)~

We're approaching Volantis soon, and I can see more people while up here. The skies are where we're safest. But Volantis doesn't have weapons that can take us out of the sky. Soon, we break through the clouds, and the large Free City and its walls come into view.

Rhaenys dives down and levels out high enough to be above the tallest buildings, and the screams of people from below fill my ears. We cross the wall and head straight for the largest building in the city.

Whoever owns it has a large enough yard for us to land, and Rhaenys slows down and lands. Guards immediately make their way to us, but they keep their distance.

"RAAAHHH!!!"

Rhaenys makes a mighty roar, and they all drop their weapons and run. I get off and stand in the yard. I look toward the house and see several people looking out the windows. I hold up one hand, and I indicate for someone to come out.

A few minutes pass, and no one has made any moves to come out. To my frustration, I hold out my right palm, and Fate Breaker appears. I start channeling my Shadow Magic and Red Fire.

"Whoever is the lord or owner of this house, come out. I want to speak to you."

I could've done this the long way and talked to a bunch of people to meet whoever I need to. But someone with a house this big has everything I need.

Rhaenys senses my growing anger at waiting, and she moves closer to me from behind. Her head passes me as her body waits behind me. Her mouth slowly opens, and a black and red fire starts to crawl up her chest and neck.

I have no qualms against her burning the place. I'm not here to be a hero or a nice guy. I'm what I need to be.

"If someone doesn't come out in 10 seconds, we will burn this building."

My left hand is enveloped in Red Fire, and I'm ready to join Rhaenys in burning. My fire isn't as intense or powerful as Dragon Fire. Nothing is. As the time comes down, someone opens the door and is shoved out. He stumbles down the stairs.

He's wearing poor-looking clothes, and I can tell the lord of this place isn't coming out. Instead, he sent out a slave.

He gets up in a panic and doesn't know what to do, and he slowly walks toward me with his hands up to show he doesn't have a weapon.

"My master sent me out here to see what it is you want..."

I look past him and to the windows again, and I can't make out who the master is. Some have nice clothes, others don't, and there are a few that are in between those.

There isn't much I can do to motivate this guy to come out. And I'm being very patient here. But I have an idea.

"Tell your master if he's not the one out here in the next minute, I'm not only going to burn down his Manse, but I'll reduce Volantis to a smoldering fire pit."

I'm not serious, but I sound it. I'm not going to burn an entire city filled with innocent slaves. But if I'm given a reason, I'll do it.

~~~(POV: Daenerys Targaryen)~~~

~~~(Current Age: 13 years)~~~

~~~(Location: Outside, Illyrio Mopatis's Manse, Essos)~~~

~~~(Date 297 AC)~~~

Viserys has been deceiving me... I should've seen it, but Khal Drogo wasn't a month away. He was already almost here. He'll actually be here tomorrow, and I'll have no way to get out of here before I can.

I'll have to adapt to the situation and do what I can. I'm not making this easy for Viserys.

~~~(POV: Raenon Targaryen)~~~

~~~(Current Age: 13 Years)~~~

~~~(Location: Manse, Volantis, Essos)~~~

~~~(Date: 297 AC)~~~

The master of the Manse has been talking with me for the last 12 hours. We've been talking in his yard with some chairs and a table. He wanted to talk inside, but I don't trust him. Having Rhaenys backing me up also keeps the man honest.

But I'm glad I didn't blast him and his house in Dragon Fire. For he's told me a great deal that I didn't know before. Things that Mazzi wouldn't tell me.

"So, what are you going to do now?"

He's enlightened me about House Targaryen. And apparently, I'm part of royalty in Westeros. It's been hard to accept this, but he's explained everything in great detail, like the history of House Targaryen and that I'm the first Targaryen to ride a dragon in over 100 years.

I was surprised when he told me he had talked to my older brother. His name is Viserys. And he's known as The Beggar King in Essos. According to him, he has a bad personality and a mean streak. And I also have a twin sister.

Her name is Daenerys.

She's the one I see in my dreams. I know it... She's been in trouble, and I've been seeing it.

And going back to his question, he wants to know what I'm going to do. His eyes are darting to Rhaenys constantly, and Rhaenys is right behind me.

"I'm going to find them. And you know where they are, don't you."

It's not so much of a question as it's a statement. The man takes a swig of wine, trying to ease his nerves, and takes a breath to calm himself. He's done that a lot since we started talking.

"From what I've heard... Viserys is selling Daenerys to a Dothraki named Khal Drogo. I don't know when, but it's probably soon. Viserys is doing it for an army in exchange. He wants to invade Westeros and retake The Iron Throne."

So he's selling Daenerys... He's going to sell her like some slave or object... This is the first time in my life I've ever felt this.

Fury.

"Where is this happening."

The edge in my voice is subtle, but I will not wait long for an answer.

"The Free City of Pentos. They're under the protection of Illyrio Mopatis, a supporter of Viserys's claim. He's the one that's arranged the marriage on behalf of Viserys."

As soon as I hear that information, I stand up with force, and Rhaenys immediately lowers so I can get on. She spreads her wings, and we leave the yard. Making our way out of Volantis, we're heading toward Pentos.

I'm not letting Viserys sell off my sister for some metal seat. And I'm not letting him go unpunished. House Targaryen and its legacy mean nothing to me. I had no notion of who I was, and I'm not going to change now with what I know.

~~~(POV: Viserys Targaryen)~~~

~~~(Current Age: 23 Years)~~~

~~~(Location: Illyrio Mopatis's Manse, Essos)~~~

~~~(Date: 297 AC)~~~

Khal Drogo seems to have taken a liking to Daenerys and agreed to a marriage. It'll be happening 2 days from now, and I'll be looking forward to my new army.

Now all I need to do is procure enough ships to cross The Narrow Sea, and I can take The Iron Throne. Deceiving Dany was the right thing to do. I could see she was trying to plan something, and now that everything has been taken care of, I can start planning the rest of this.

"If only there were some way for me to make a lot of funds in a short amount of time... We've already sold off all our heirlooms, and that's what's paid for our survival so far... This is a problem..."

Using Dany to get the funds isn't an option anymore since she'll be marrying Khal Drogo... Perhaps the wealthier people in Essos will be interested in funding me now that I have a Dothraki army at my back.

Sacking cities sounds like the perfect way to make enough money.

~~~(POV: Raenon Targaryen)~~~

~~~(Current Age: 13 Years)~~~

~~~(Location: Flying, Essos)~~~

~~~(Date: 297 AC)~~~

We've been flying all day, and this is the longest I've pushed Rhaenys. But she's not giving me any problems and showing no signs of fatigue. She senses my desperation to reach Pentos and how important it is. I'll probably be cutting it close.

But I'm not letting Viserys sell off Daenerys. The Dothraki won't have my sister. She's been forced to live by another person's will since she was a little girl. And when I reach her, I'm taking her away from Pentos, somewhere away and free.

Maybe we can return to Dragonstone. It's the home and sanctuary of our family. And it'll be the place where we'll be safe. Learning about my family from that slave master has helped far more than I thought it would.

Rhaenys will be exhausted when this is all over, but she'll get a long enough break before we head to Dragonstone. Or anywhere else if Daenerys wants to go somewhere else she knows is safe.

"I'm coming, Daenerys, I promise."

Those dreams were telling me everything I needed to know, but I was too ignorant to understand. I should've thought more about what Mazzi said.

Dreams are warnings.

I shouldn't have dismissed it as I did.