Time skip!!
Five years had passed since the young dragon first spread his wings beyond Dragonstone shores. The skies of Essos had become his vast playground, a world full of wonders and dangers alike. His scales, now hardened and gleaming in the sunlight, stretched wide as his powerful wings cut through the air with confident grace.
At this point, he had grown to the size of a ship a monstrous creature by any measure, yet somehow still wild and untamed in spirit.
His growth, however, had noticeably slowed. The frantic bursts of speed and size from his early years had tempered into something more steady, more measured.
He knew this slowing was a sign, perhaps he had reached the sub-adult size dragons were said to attain. Still, when he thought about the other great dragons of history Vhagar, Vermithor, even the ancient Balerion compared to those monsters he still seemed small. His size was outrageous, almost unnatural. Even they had not grown as fast or as large as him at such an age. It was a truth that both fascinated and unsettled him.
Now, the land beneath his wings had changed. He found himself flying over the ruins of Old Valyria the once-great empire now reduced to ash and shadow by the Doom.
The blackened hills and shattered spires rose like bones from the earth, a grim reminder of a power long lost to time. This place, haunted by ghosts and curses, felt different from any land he had known. The air was thick with ancient magic and sorrow, yet it called to him in a way that stirred something deep inside.
As he glided low over the broken towers and cracked streets, he could sense the echoes of a mighty past. The dragons of Valyria had been legendary, their size and strength unmatched. He wondered if they, too, had felt the slow drag of age creeping in after their fierce youth. Did they, like him, ever pause and reflect on the path that lay ahead?
Flying through the valley of the shattered dragonstone and charred ruins, he felt the weight of history pressing down. He was alone here no riders to command him, no men to fear or worship him. Just the wind, the ruins, and the endless sky.
For a long moment, he simply circled above the valley, wings beating slowly. The memories of a boy now distant but never forgotten whispered faintly beneath the roar of his breath. Time passed differently here, as if the past and present were woven together in the very stones.
Though he could not speak, the dragon understood that his journey was far from over. His body was strong, his spirit fierce, but the world was vast, and there were still mysteries to uncover. Here in the ashes of Valyria, surrounded by the remnants of dragonkind's ancient glory, he felt a quiet resolve settle within him.
His growth might have slowed, but the fire inside him burned brighter than ever.
With a powerful beat of his wings, he rose higher, leaving the cursed ruins behind. Ahead lay new horizons new skies to claim, new lands to explore.
The world was wide. And he was just beginning to soar.
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Another chapter, the Valyrian arc will be long, I would like to explore more of it. I might add more mythical animals to the story and also creatures our mc could fight as well