The morning light spilled over the scattered islands of the Stepstones like shards of glass catching fire.
Jake beat his massive wings, powerful and steady, and lifted off the rocky shore with ease. The salt-tinged wind rushed past his dark scales, sharp and invigorating, carrying the endless song of the sea. He was no longer the small, cautious hatchling hiding in the shadows, he is growing fast, strong enough now to travel far beyond the safety of Dragonstone.
Below him, the Stepstones stretched in every direction an archipelago of jagged rocks, tiny forested isles, and hidden coves that seemed to vanish into the mist. They were wild, untamed places where the land fought the sea for every inch, battered by storms and shaped by centuries of relentless tides. But Jake didn't see the islands as a home or a kingdom. They were a vast puzzle, a strange and beautiful world to explore, nothing more. He had no claim here, only curiosity.
He tilted his head as a flock of seagulls rose from a rocky outcrop, their white feathers bright against the deep blue of the ocean. They circled him briefly, watching the shadow he cast over the waves, then drifted off on the wind, uninterested. Jake's amber eyes tracked them for a moment, a flicker of amusement stirring within him. He dipped low, skimming the surface of the water, claws barely brushing the crest of a wave, then climbed again with a powerful surge.
The sea smelled sharp and alive beneath him, the air thick with salt and the cries of distant seabirds. The islands below were a tangle of green and gray twisted pines clinging to rocky cliffs, tangled thickets spilling over hidden beaches, dark pools where the water was still and cold. Jake banked sharply and circled a small island, feeling the thrill of discovery. Each flight was a lesson, a new piece of the world revealed.
He dove suddenly, folding his wings close and dropping like a stone toward a narrow inlet where waves crashed against sheer cliffs. The roar of the surf filled his ears as he twisted and pulled up just in time, skimming low over the tangled roots of ancient trees that stretched over the water like gnarled fingers. The scent of damp earth and moss filled his nostrils. Below, a pair of seals slipped silently into the waves, their dark bodies cutting through the water as Jake passed overhead.
Flying through the Stepstones was unlike anything he had known before the endless sky, the wild sea, and the raw, rugged land all coming together in a vast, untamed symphony. The islands held secrets he could not yet understand, and he felt the pull of them deep in his bones, a restless urge to explore, to learn, to be free.
He spiraled higher, wings slicing through the cool air, and looked out over the endless blue horizon. The Stepstones were no home to him yet, just a place to roam a challenge to conquer with each wingbeat. He could feel the power growing inside him, the fire that burned brighter every day, the strength in his wings that promised new heights.
A distant flock of gulls cried out again, drifting lazily on the breeze. Jake watched them, then let out a low, playful rumble. The stepstones were wild but he is fire, the most powerful creature here but still, he held back, cautious and curious. There was time to learn, time to grow.
He dipped toward the sea once more, sending a thin plume of smoke curling from his nostrils, watching it drift and vanish on the wind. The Stepstones stretched beneath him like a scattered dream, wild and beautiful, a world waiting to be discovered.
For now, Jake was simply a traveler, a shadow in the sky, a creature of fire and flight exploring the edges of the world. The islands did not belong to him but the freedom to fly, to roam, and to be wild was his to claim.
With a final beat of his wings, Jake surged upward, chasing the wind, lost in the endless dance of sky and sea.
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I was think of giving him a name, a proper
Valyrian name, I did some research and came up with "Vezdaryon" in Valyrian it means "he who burns and destroys" or "Flames of ruin", what do you think??
He won't have this name straight away, I'll wait for the right time to give him this, the mc will think of this name. not the Targaryen's