Game of Thrones-The Black Lord

(Third Person POV)

[Stormlands]

Syras sat on the back of the wagon as she ate some cooked meat, "How is the situation in Dorne?" She asked one of the Golden Company warriors

"Dorne is cut off by the storm and the Black Army." the soldier said, "That and the remaining of the Dothraki are going to keep them busy." 

Syras nodded, "Good." 

"Rhaegon Baratheon is nowhere to be seen after the Cannibal descended." he continued, "That Dragon retrieved the other dragon's corpses." 

Syras stopped chewing, "The Cannibal descended upon Dorne?" She asked, "I bet there is nothing but flames everywhere. I would not be surprised if Rhaegon Baratheon is dead. That beast is a living god, my Father's second half so to speak." 

The soldier nodded, "Yes." He said, "I'm sure it laid waste to the Dornish for a bit before going to pick the corpses up. I don't know much about Rhaegon and his dragon. They disappeared, nobody knows where they are." 

Syras looked over to the side, seeing her own dragon resting, "I hope my Viserra recovers so I can take her to King's Landing." She said, "Father is heading there. He'll heal her up and I'll come back to take Storm's End." 

"That is a good idea but there are no dragons here so we might be able to do that ourselves." He said, "But of course, you are our superior." 

Syras nodded, "We did good." She said, "I killed Viserys Targaryen and took his blade. Valerion kept Rhaegar out of King's Landing and Vaemon is tearing the North up. Who would've thought it would be this easy." 

"The Dragon God." The man chuckled

"Right on that." She said with a slight chuckle, "Nobody knows what's coming. Nobody." 

"He's back." 

***********

[The Red Keep, King's Landing]

"Unhand me." Shaena scowled, "Leave my son alone!!!" 

She was being pulled aside by two massive armored warriors. 

"Worry not." A Black Priestess said, "The children will not be harmed. I will assure you of that, Princess Shaena. Your servants will be allowed to keep an eye on them. I will only keep a single guard outside your doors, but I suggest they don't try anything." 

Shaena glared at her, "What do you want?" 

"The Prince-Regent has summoned everyone again." She said, "The Children will not be allowed there." 

"Tch!" Shaena said as she looked over to see Nymeria being dragged by more men

"Leave me be!!" Nymeria exclaimed

"To add more assurance." The Black Priestess said

The warriors opened the door and tossed Nymeria inside Shaena's quarters who stumbled in there and looked back. 

"Princess!" She exclaimed

"Keep my babies safe!" Shaena told her as they closed the door

Nymeria ran to the shut door and began to slam on it, "Curses! What of Myrcella?!" She exclaimed

The Black Priestess chuckled, "The Princess is needed. We have no use for a Sand." She said

"Keep Monica and Steffon safe, Nymeria!" Shaena called as she was being pulled away, "Do not do anything foolish, my dear!" 

Nymeria took a step back and sighed, "Shit...." She said as she looked back to the room, seeing Monica next to the cradle

"I'm scared...." Monica said

Nymeria gave her a smile, "Worry not, my dear sister." She said as she walked over to her, "I will not let anything happen to you nor your brother." 

Monica looked at Steffon who was asleep, "Where is Rhaegon?" She asked

Nymeria's face hardened, "I...." She said, "I don't know...." 

"I miss him..." She said softly, "I want Rhaegon back...." 

"So do I, My Lady..." She said as she patted her head, "So do I...." 

"Is he dead?" Monica asked her with tears in her eyes

Nymeria shook her head, "No." She said, "Rhaegon is not dead. I promise you, he's not dead. He will come back and save us from this. He rides Morghul, the greatest dragon this Realm has ever seen. Nothing will kill them. He's strong...." 

Monica sniffed, "I am so scared....." 

"Do not be." Nymeria hugged her, "I'm with you."

**********

"Ah." Valerion said as he paced around in front of the Iron Throne, "Look at how the city fares with my control, Vaelor! We are doing a great job!" 

Vaelor stood next to the Iron Throne, giving his younger brother a serious look, "You should sit on it." He said, "Impose your power on the scum." 

The group of nobles was before them as the royal family were being pulled in; Shaena, Cersei, and Myrcella and her sisters. It was not just them, but Tywin and his sons were brought in bound in chains. 

Tywin was shoved towards the center, in front of Valerion who stopped to look at him. There was bruises and cuts on his face, signs of beatings. The Lannister Lord, however, was unfazed by this. His serious glare pierced through Valerion Blackfyre, who merely gave him a smile. 

Valerion's gaze shifted to Jaime, who was also bleeding from his face, and then his younger brother, Tyrion, who was unharmed. There was nothing said by Valerion but he was surely thinking a lot of things in his mind. 

"Well done...." Valerion said as he chuckled, "Seems your wills are not yet broken." 

Tywin puffed his chest out, "And why would they be?" He said with a coarse and raspy voice, "This is nothing." 

"I expected a pompous prick of a Lannister Lord to break so easily after being treated with a portion of what he's done to his enemies." Valerion said as he pulled out a small vial from his pocket, "But I was surprised." 

"I am a Lord, yes. But I am a General above all in a time like this." Tywin said, "I will not break. Should I break, all of my subordinates will as well. And as Hand of The King, in charge of the Realm while His Grace is away, it is my duty to stay strong." 

Valerion dipped his head forward and poured a liquid onto his blue hair as he chuckled, "Is that so?" He said, "Interesting mindset." 

Everyone watched as his blue hair changed to white, as if the liquid was washing away the dye on the hair. After a few seconds of Valerion rubbing his hair and shaking it, he straightened up to reveal his pale white hair combined with his deep purple eyes; displaying his Targaryen traits. 

Jaime scoffed, "Does not mean anything." He said, "You are no true Targaryen." 

"I am more Targaryen than your own King is." Valerion said, "A long line diluted by Dornish and other foolish bloodlines. Tainted and yet somehow pure. I come from the pure Bronze and Black Dragon bloodline. Well...as pure as they could get." 

"Brother." Vaelor warned

Valerion chuckled, "Right, right." He said, "Anyways, I have called you all here for one specific reason; to discuss your futures." 

Everyone shifted in nervousness. 

"Firstly, the Queen and Princesses will be kept safe still. Orders from above." Valerion said as he slowly paced back and forth, "As for the Lords that have been working tirelessly to think of something to take us out, which is pointless, well.....it seems we'll have to deal with that. And worry not...I know exactly who it is....and you will get yours..." 

Everyone began to murmur amongst themselves, looking all around the room. 

Shaena scowled, "You..." She said

"Princess Shaena!" Valerion clapped his hands, "As for you! I must say.....congratulations...you have birthed a magnificent warrior as a son. He killed Khal Daegon and well.....my sister is not going to be happy at all.....she'd want to take her frustration out on someone...." 

Shaena glared at him, "My son will kill you, I'll tell you that." She said

Valerion chuckled, "That fire....that's the type of flair that Father admires. Right, Vaelor?" 

"Indeed." Vaelor said

"And who is this father, you speak of?" Tywin said

"You know who it is." Valerion said

"Humor me." Tywin responded

Valerion extended his arms, "The Dragon God." He said, "The glorious Zaldrizes Jaes.....well....yes, he is our Father." 

"Zealots..." Jaime spat on the ground, "How about we finish this once and for all...." 

"Jaime!" Cersei said, "Stop it!" 

"A Trial by Combat!" Jaime scowled, "You and Me, Blackfyre. Let's see who comes out on top!" 

"Brother, don't be foolish!" Tyrion said, "You are in no condition to-" 

"Shut up." Jaime told him

"Enough, Jaime." Tywin said, "He's right, you're in no condition." 

"Trial by Combat? Me? You?" Valerion said with a smirk, "Pfft!!! You serious? Look, I don't know who will be victorious between you and I....but you mention those words and you will summon him." 

"Who? Your Champion?" Jaime said as he walked forwards, "Bring him forth then!!" 

"Uncle...." Myrcella said as she tapped her stomach, "Please stop..." 

"No, I am going to fight for my Family!" Jaime exclaimed, "For my people, my King!! I will not allow this to happen again!! No!! Come then, Pretender!!! Bring him fo-" 

He was cut off by the sounds of the doors opening and a serious atmosphere filled the room. 

Valerion's face relaxes and a slight smirk appeared on his face, "He's here." 

Vaelor's face hardened and his posture stiffened, "Father..." 

Everyone looked to the doors and they saw the High Priestess walking in front of a group of warriors. Her long black veil dragged across the floor as everyone saw the glow of her green eyes through the front of it. She was holding what looked like a dragon's egg in her hands as she merely made her way towards Valerion. 

Valerion stepped to the side and nodded, "High Priestess." 

"Well done, Vaelor, Valerion. You have done spectacularly. Now.....everyone...." She said, "You will now be graced with his presence. The Great One. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity." 

"Who-" Tywin said as he felt an intense pressure

Everyone's eyes fixed on the door, a lone figure standing in it; Zaldrizes Jaes. 

He was wearing a long black silk robe, that of Yi-Ti. His left arm was resting within the robe as his right arm was set to his side. Everyone saw that his right arm was that of a man's; covered in scars as what they saw of his left was that of a black-scaled dragon. 

His left eye was open while his right was closed; the bright green dragon eye stared ahead, imposing on everyone and striking an odd chill down their spines. His hair was black, draping over his head and reaching his neck. The left side of his face was covered in scars, as if his eye should've been lost. There was something about this man that everyone felt intimidated by. There was nobody built like him, only monsters like the Mountain and his brother, Sandor Clegane. But something off was about him. 

It's almost as if they knew him yet they had no clue who he was. Nobody was aware of who this man could be but something deep down told them that they knew exactly who he was. 

He took a step forward, the single footstep resounding through the room, the atmosphere shifting slightly. 

Myrcella's eyes were slightly widened, "W-What..." She said softly as her mother pulled her closer

"Get close to me." Cersei said with a gulp

Zaldrizes Jaes walked towards where Valerion and the High Priestess stood, his mere presnece exuding an aura that even Jaime was perturbed by. 

The Mighty Lion Tywin, despite his previous demeanor, felt the same size as his youngest son, Tyrion. Before the Dragon God, he was nothing but a speck of dust. The Dragon God didn't even acknowledge him and his son, Jaime, who had previously demanded a Trial by Combat. 

"I...." Tywin said as Zaldrizes Jaes slowly walked by him

Jaime gulped as sweat filled his face, "What is he....?" 

Zaldrizes Jaes reached Valerion who drew Blackfyre and knelt down, offering the King's sword to him. 

"Father....." Valerion said, "Or should I say, Your Grace? Great Zaldrizes Jaes...." 

Zaldrizes Jaes's eye quickly glanced at Vaelor and then back at Valerion. Without saying a word, he grabbed Blackfyre with his right hand and took it from Valerion's hands who quickly straightened up and stepped to the side. 

He then looked at the Iron Throne, without saying anything else and proceeded to walk towards the steps. 

As he reached them, everyone's eyes were on him; feeling nothing but suspense. 

"Fire and Blood." He said suddenly, his voice loud and deep, "The last time I was unleashed upon the Realm in a time of conflict, that is all I left behind. The War known as The Dance of The Dragons is where I was etched into History, yet rewritten. Corpse after corpse, piles of burning flesh is all I left in my wake. Stags, Lions, and even Dragons bled by my hand. I have done nothing but fight.....for what I believed was right.....for who I cared for deeply..." 

Everyone looked at each other, a bit confused by what he said. They wondered what he meant but said nothing due to the pure shock of hearing him speak. 

"And now, I have returned. And what will happen? Will Fire and Blood follow me yet again?" He continued as he took a step towards the Iron Throne, "How many corpses will I leave behind? How many men will I kill? How many children will I leave Fatherless? How deep will the rivers of blood be? I simply cannot know. What I do know is this; I have returned for one goal and one goal only. To protect not only this Realm but the world in its entirety. Winter is Coming and Death comes with it. None of you would have done anything against it but fail....But fear not....for I am here...for I have finally come back home....." 

He stood right in front of the Iron Throne and turned around, piercing everyone with his green eye.

"My last moments in this place were nothing but despair." He said as he looked at everyone, "But after the years, I have learned to overcome those moments. From my blood, your King's line came from. I am not just the Father of these Blackfyres, but the Father of House Targaryen as it currently stands....I am either your Salvation or your Doom..." 

He then closed his eye and pulled his left arm out. He hung his head slightly as he brought his black-scaled arm to his hair, slicking it back as there was a slight green glow coming from it. His hair went from pitch black to pure white, similar to what Valerion Blackfyre did. 

His hair was in a slick back style, revealing a faint and thin scar on his forehead, one that he had gotten in Dragonstone a long time ago. 

He then opened his right eye, revealing a purple Targaryen eye. 

"I.....The Dragon God....." He said seriously, 

"Aerion Targaryen."