hotmtlnovel Chapter 583: Sunfyre’s Endurance
Chapter 583: Sunfyre’s Endurance
Chapter 583: Sunfyre’s Endurance
That night in Slaver's Bay, Meereen, a drizzling rain gave way to a torrential storm, lashing the sea and drenching the entire bay. The Free Cities, still in the midst of their reconstruction, lay hidden beneath a thick blanket of impenetrable clouds. Pyramids and arenas, large and small, glowed like bonfires of oppression.
"Roar~~"
Golden flames flickered among the ruins, and a restless dragon's roar echoed through the night. Sunfyre lay on a mound of bones—both enemies and goats—with its wings draped down. Its once-gorgeous scales had turned black, and its wet wing membranes were beginning to heal.
Crackling—
A bolt of lightning struck, splitting the sky with silver light.
“Roar!”
Sunfyre suddenly lifted its head, struggling to rise from the mud mixed with bones and ash. Its golden eyes fixed on the direction of Westeros.
...
Inside the Great Pyramid.
"Prince."
"..."
The dimly lit corridor flickered with candlelight as Daemon paced in a loose robe, ignoring the servant's greeting.
“Roar...”
A piercing dragon roar suddenly echoed through the air, carrying a warning more powerful than it seemed. Daemon's eyebrows furrowed as he walked to a window, his expression darkening. Outside, the dark clouds blended with the city, leaving only the cold curtain of rain in the darkness.
“Roar! Roar!”
A golden dragon, twisting and flailing in pain, soared unsteadily into the sky, its wings flapping desperately. Daemon's eyes narrowed, and he whispered, “The dragon is frightened.”
With that, he turned back to his room to retrieve his sword. He had a premonition that the sky over Slaver's Bay would soon grow even darker.
...
After a fierce battle and agonizing screams, the black iron gate was violently shattered.
“Hurry in!”
Grey Worm, covered in blood, had a crack in his pitch-black helmet.
“Roar!”
Caraxes’ eyes gleamed with ferocity as scarlet Dragonfire gathered deep in its throat.
“Quiet!” Grey Worm shouted, his voice trembling with fear. He raised his spear and round shield in a gesture of peace, swallowing nervously. “No Dragonfire!”
He had come to rescue, not to die.
Caraxes hesitated at the familiar Valyrian commands, slowly closing its maw.
“Phew!” Grey Worm exhaled in relief, thankful for the daily dragon-feeding duties that had earned him the beast’s slight trust.
“Stop! Open the gate!”
Just as relief washed over him, chaotic shouts erupted from outside. A deep, magnetic voice immediately captured the attention of both Grey Worm and the Blood Wyrm.
“Make way! Watch out for the Dragonfire!”
Daemon appeared, grim-faced, clad in leather armor with a long sword at his side. He pushed the Unsullied out of his path.
“Roar...”
Caraxes’ pupils dilated slightly at the sight of its rider, releasing a low, threatening growl.
Daemon strode up to the dragon, demanding, ‘The lights are on in Meereen. What’s going on?!’
“Prince, I just received word myself,” Grey Worm replied, wiping the blood from his face with a solemn expression. “The craftsmen, scholars, women, and children of the three slave cities have been relocated. The Good Masters, along with the holy women and priest who stayed behind, incited the restless slaves to launch this long-planned rebellion.”
Daemon’s face darkened. He wanted to berate Grey Worm for failing to guard the Free Cities, but with trouble looming, such words were useless.
“Roar!”
The Cannibal crashed to the ground, several Wyverns piled in front of it, swarming with flies and insects.
“Uragax, recover well,” Rhaegar said, looking up as he held a dark red dragon egg encased in stone.
“Roar...”
Uragax lowered its head slowly, its eyes narrowing at the two silver-haired figures before it. Daeron, clutching a black dragon egg, hid behind his brother, his gaze fixed on the massive beast that had clearly produced the egg in his arms.
Rhaegar stepped forward, shielding his younger brother, and raised his voice. “I'll take the egg and help you hatch it.”
“Roar!”
Uragax growled, Dragonfire gathering in its throat.
“In return, I'll give you this egg!” Rhaegar calmly tossed the fossilized red egg forward, his expression unreadable, though the action carried a weighty curse.
“Roar...”
Uragax's pupils narrowed further as it reluctantly swallowed the red dragon egg. Despite the dragon’s saliva splashing, the egg vanished without a sound. After a moment's hesitation, the old dragon retreated to its original spot, twisting its neck to tuck its head beneath its wings.
A low, mournful wail soon echoed through the forest.
“Brother, what's going on?” Daeron asked, stunned.
“Roar...”
Tessarion, the pale blue dragon, peeked out from behind its rider, cautiously observing.
Rhaegar sighed, his voice tinged with sadness. “That was his brother.”
The pale dragon had laid three eggs in total—one hatched into Uragax, while the other two were left behind. One had broken into fragments after failing to hatch, and the other had fossilized. Feeding the fossilized egg to Uragax was a way to strengthen their bond.
“Let's go. We need to return to the Stepstones by tomorrow night,” Rhaegar said, not looking back as he climbed onto his dragon's back. Uragax, too injured to fly, was safer in the Green Hell, the place it had called home for two centuries, than anywhere else.
“Roar!”
The Cannibal let out a long cry, scooping up two relatively intact Wyverns before soaring into the sky. Daeron fastened the black egg to his chest and rode Tessarion in pursuit. The two dragons, one black and one blue, flew together, disappearing into the thick white clouds above Uragax.
Uragax watched them go, raising its broken left wing as it silently gnawed on the piles of Wyvern carcasses. Everything seemed as usual, time passing in its slow, familiar way.
Or so it seemed.
Roar...
After an unknown length of time, a hollow, mournful cry echoed through the forest. A burst of orange and green Dragonfire erupted, igniting the dense canopy of trees, blocking the view.
...
The next day. The weather was clear, with white clouds drifting lazily across the sky.
“Roar!”
The black dragon soared over the Summer Sea, the scattered islands of the Stepstones coming into view below. Rhaegar leaned back, his black robe draped over his face as he basked in the sun.
“Roar! Roar!”
The peaceful flight was abruptly interrupted by a series of roars. Startled, Rhaegar quickly tossed aside the robe and sat up with a jolt.
“Roar!”
A golden dragon appeared, flying low and unsteadily, dragging itself just above the ground. Its broken wing oozed dragon blood, leaving a trail of red droplets that hissed as they fell into the sea, emitting white smoke.
“Sunfyre!?”
Rhaegar’s eyes widened, his expression shifting to one of surprise and confusion.
“Roar! Roar!”
Sunfyre let out a pitiful cry as it landed on a small, green-covered island. Struggling to its feet, the dragon flapped its wings and began to hop forward, determined not to give up.
Rhaegar was dumbfounded, muttering to himself, “It hopped all the way here?”