House of The Dragon: The blind warrior

Lucearys Velaryon was scared out of his mind.

He had come to Storm's End to treat with the Lord Baratheon for his mother's cause, but he had been too late.

Aemond Targaryen was already there, the worst possible person to encounter.

Aemond had threatened him in the halls of Storm's End, and now Lucerys was flying for his life on Arrax.

He felt a huge gust of wind as the massive form of Vhagar flew dangerously close.

Lucerys, thinking a hundred miles per hour, commanded Arrax to fly low to navigate between the rocks where Vhagar couldn't reach.

"Boy, where are you?" he heard Aemond shouting above him. Despite flying low, Arrax suddenly decided to climb high and fast.

"Arrax, umbas!" Lucerys tried and failed to command his dragon.

Before Lucerys knew what was happening, Arrax came upon Vhagar and shot a blast of fire from his mouth.

"No, Arrax!" he shouted.

He heard Vhagar's roar behind him as his nerves spiked.

Arrax kept climbing higher and higher until they broke through the clouds and flew above the storm raging below.

It was quiet for a moment, but then Lucerys Velaryon saw movement to his left. The last thing he saw before pain overwhelmed him was the gaping mouth of Vhagar.

After that, everything went black.

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"Faster."

"Abraxas, faster," I urged my companion.

This was it, the moment everything changed.

The moment a political power struggle turned into a full-blown war…all because of two children who couldn't control their dragons.

"Faster," I repeated, frustration tinging my voice.

I could see them ahead: Aemond mounted on Vhagar, and Lucerys on Arrax, chasing each other like mortal enemies.

All of this because of two women, all of this because of a childish feud.

When I was a child, I asked my father why I was supposed to hate the queen and her children, but he told me never to hate someone who hadn't wronged me.

I didn't, or more accurately, couldn't understand until I was truly wronged.

But that's in the past. Now my goal is to save my baby brother from the clutches of Vhagar.

"Climb, Abraxas, climb," I commanded, as my trusty companion ascended with superior speed and agility.

I heard a scream from Lucerys as I saw Arrax fire at Vhagar.

"Just a little more," I shouted, as we drew closer and closer to Arrax.

But it was too late. Vhagar emerged from the clouds, mouth wide open and about to close in on Lucerys.

I had to make a difficult decision: let him be killed or let him survive but lose a limb.

"Dracarys," I commanded, and in less than a second, my companion shot a ball of purple energy that traveled faster than any fire.

Vhagar, who had Arrax and Lucerys halfway in her jaws, felt the burn and let them both go, roaring in pain.

"Dive," I instructed, as I caught an unconscious Lucerys.

Looking at the mutilated corpse of Arrax was unfortunate, but I couldn't dwell on it. Lucerys was bleeding too much; he had lost a leg and an arm.

"Go, Abraxas," I commanded.

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It was around my fourth-name day that I realized my dreams were not normal.

At first, it was small things I saw in my dreams: what time the maids would wake me, what my father and I would do for the day, or what the Maester would teach me in his class.

But as I grew older, things started to escalate. I saw plots and schemes, I saw the death of my aunt, and my grandfather's leprosy worsening.

I thought I was cursed, that I was causing all this pain. I wanted to tell someone, and I thought of telling my mother. But, as always, she overlooked it and thought it was just a child's imagination.

Then the incident in Driftmark happened.

I had seen it in my dream, all of it.

So, for the first time, I tried to change the future, but it turned out worse—much, much worse.

In the future I saw, Aemon was the only one who got injured badly. But when I tried to help, my little brother Jacaerys lost his index finger.

Aemon still got the scar but thankfully did not lose an eye.

But I lost something no one could ever return. That day, I lost both of my eyes. And the one who had caused it was the person I carry on my saddle right now.

My little brother Lucerys.

I don't resent him for it. If anything, I resent no one except myself because I wasn't competent enough to help anyone then. But now?

Now I'm a different person.

"Augh!," Lucerys groaned.

I looked at him to see his eyes opening.

"Whe…where am I?" he asked, clearly out of it because of the pain.

"You'll be fine. We'll be in Dragonstone soon," I said, not giving him a second glance.

He seemed to be drifting in and out of consciousness, but I could see the fear in his eyes. Whether it was because of my mask or the fear of death was unclear to me.

After another 30 minutes of flying, I saw Dragonstone in the distance, and it seemed my men had already arrived if the ships were any indication.

"Announce our presence, Abraxas," I commanded, and like the mighty dragon he is, Abraxas let out a one-of-a-kind roar that sounded like a high-pitched whistle.

Another roar followed his, and then another, until it felt like all the dragons on the island were acknowledging the presence of an alpha.

"Well done, boy. Now land," I said as we approached the entrance to the landing platform of Dragonstone.

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POV (First General, Ignis)

"General, Dragonstone in the distance," I heard the captain say.

Looking up from the message the lord left me, I saw the castle that was the ancestral home of the Targaryens.

"So that's your seat?" I said, remembering the lord saying he was the prince of Dragonstone.

"It looks grim," said Yue next to me.

"Aye, it does. But that's where the lord's family resides, so we must protect it as best as we can," I said, looking at Yue.

"Speaking of the lord, did you also get this letter?" he asked, showing me the same letter I had just finished reading.

Looking at the letter on the table I was just sitting at, I only nodded.

"Aye, he says he has to do something important, so we will respect his wishes and treat with his family," I said to Yue.

Yue, who put his letter down next to mine, also nodded before turning to me and asking something important.

"Do we tell them who sent us?" asked Yue.

Hmm, a good question, but an important one.

What the lord has said about his family alarms me.

'They're a bunch of grown children given power, especially my mother and her husband.'

"Hmm, not yet. We don't say anything other than the fact that we are here to help," I said to Yue as we neared the docking area.

I could see from a distance a red dragon approaching and Velaryon soldiers waiting for us.

"Hopefully they won't burn us," Yue commented from my side.

"Haha, if they did, our lord would rain hell on them. But no, they won't," I said as the ship came to a halt and we disembarked.

After we disembarked, the Velaryon soldiers who were waiting for us stopped us in our tracks as the red dragon landed behind them.

A white-haired older woman dismounted the dragon before approaching us.

"That's her, isn't it?" Yue said in YiTish. I nodded in confirmation.

The Velaryon soldiers made way for her as she approached the both of us.

"Identify yourselves," she said coolly.

"Well met, my lady. I am General Ignis of the Sons of Dragons, and this is my second-in-command Yue of YiTi. We come to stand with the rightful heir to the Iron Throne," I said, with clear intention, not hiding anything to raise her suspicion.

"The Sons of Dragons. I have heard of you," she said, still not showing any signs of emotion.

"What's it in it for you? What happens in Westeros? You are, after all, from Essos," she said as her dragon, who had been docile until this point, snarled a bit.

"As you might have guessed from my accent and my looks, I am originally from the North. I am the bastard son of Lord Umber, and many in my army are from Westeros. So, when we got word that the throne was usurped by a pretender, we had to act. And so, here we are, ready to fight for the rightful ruler of the Seven Kingdoms," I said smoothly, not reacting to the dragon trying to intimidate us.

'The lord's dragon is much scarier,' I thought, and from the way Yue also didn't flinch, he thought the same.

There was a moment of pause from both sides as the only sound came from the snarling dragon. Then Princess Rhaenys turned on her heel and started walking toward her dragon.

"Escort these men to the castle. I will go inform the queen of their presence," she said before mounting her dragon and flying off toward the castle.

Watching her leave, Yue commented next to me, "Hopefully, the lord arrives quickly."

'I hope so too.'

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Yue and I were waiting outside a large double door with depictions of dragons and their riders, awaiting an audience with the queen.

We had been stripped of our weapons and any dangerous objects that could harm the royal family and the lords in what I guessed was the war room.

The door opened, and a man in silver armor stepped out, taking in our forms.

"The queen is ready to see you," he said.

Yue looked at me, and we went inside. The first thing that caught my eye was the large table in the middle of the room, which looked like a map of Westeros.

'The Painted Table,' I thought.

Looking at the occupants of the room, there were several old men standing around the table, looking important and raising their chins like they owned the place.

'Lords,' I thought before looking at the white-haired individuals.

There were two girls who looked similar to each other, an old man standing next to Princess Rhaenys.

'The Velaryons,' I thought.

In the center stood a man in his late forties with short white hair and the usual Valyrian characteristics.

Behind him, standing next to the fireplace, was a woman wearing a crown.

'Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen and King Consort Daemon Targaryen.'

"My queen, the general of the Sons of Dragons and his lieutenant," announced the man I now identified as a Kingsguard.

She turned around, worry etched on her face, before walking next to her husband.

"Princess Rhaenys has informed us of your reasons for coming here," she began.

"Aye, my queen," I said.

"How can we trust you? How can we be sure you won't turn your cloak and side with the greens?" she asked.

"That's a valid question, your grace," said Yue.

"But you must have heard of our reputation across the Narrow Sea," I added.

"Yes, the Sons of Dragons are regarded as the lawgivers in Essos," she explained. "They are a sellsword company that follows principles and honor," she added, emphasizing the last part.

"Yes, principle and honor, your grace," I said.

"And honor dictates that we right the wrong that was committed here in our homeland," I continued, which made the king consort scoff.

"Do you question our honor, your grace?" Yue asked, turning to the king consort.

"Honor is a fool's chase. Results are what we want," he said, stepping around the table and walking towards us.

"Now, can you deliver results…General?" he asked, getting in my face. From the corner of my eye, I saw Yue move to take out his hidden blade, but before anything could escalate, a huge shadow passed the windows.

A gust of wind blew through the openings in the castle walls that served as windows.

"SCREAAAAAACH!" There was a mighty high-pitched roar that I have come to know as an ally but to our enemies in Essos was a nightmare.

After the roar, many other dragon roars shook the castle.

"Was that Caraxes?" the queen asked the king consort, who was looking at the opening in the wall.

"No, Caraxes is in the Dragonmont," he said in a whisper before someone burst into the war room.

"My queen, an unknown dragon, and rider have entered the landing pits," said the guard, his face etched with horror.

I looked at Yue, and he nodded. Without a doubt, this was our lord.

"Get all the guards stationed around the castle and prepare them for an altercation," the queen ordered as she and the entire room's occupants headed towards the door.

"You can wield swords, can you not?" Daemon asked us, and I nodded. "Then come with us. We will need all the assistance we can get."

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Looking through Abraxas's eyes as we dove into the cave connecting the landing platform to the castle, I pulled the reins, signaling him to slow down. We landed smoothly onto the platform.

Commotion erupted to my right as guards started shouting and fussing, but I couldn't care less. I had more important things to worry about.

Dismounting Abraxas while holding Lucerys wasn't a problem, but the blood he was losing was. Feeling the ground beneath me, I shifted my perspective from Abraxas's eyes back to my own senses.

I took a whiff of the air and detected three distinct scents, indicating the presence of three people nearby.

"You, guard!" I called to the closest of the three, who had his sword in hand. He seemed hostile from the way his heart was beating.

"Call the maester," I said.

"Halt, trespasser, in the name of the quee—"

"DID YOU NOT HEAR ME?" I shouted, as Abraxas roared behind me. "The prince is bleeding from his arm and leg. I have slowed the bleeding, but I need the Maester to heal him." The moment I mentioned the prince, all of them noticed I was holding the bleeding form of Lucerys. One of the guards dashed out of the chamber, presumably to find the Maester.

I felt a vibration in the ground from my feet as I heard a commotion approaching the entrance of the castle. Like a dam breaking, twenty or so armed guards rushed into the room, followed by a handful of people with softer footsteps.

They stopped five meters away from me as Abraxas positioned his face next to mine, warding off the hostile guards.

"Who are you? Identify yourself," demanded a familiar voice and scent as someone stepped forward from the crowd.

"I don't have time to answer your questions. Get the Maester!" I shouted. "The prince has sustained a life-threatening injury." Like an alarm, someone screamed, "LUCE!"

Three people pushed through the army of guards, their voices and scents instantly recognizable. Abraxas snarled at the woman who tried to run toward me and the injured Lucerys, but she was stopped by the man I recognized as Daemon.

"Lykiri, Abraxas," I said, stepping forward and putting Lucearys down on their feet while taking two steps back.

"Where is the Maester?" Daemon shouted as the woman knelt beside her child and wept.

The Maester finally arrived and commanded some of the guards to take Lucerys away.

As the hall went quiet, the queen, who was watching her son being carried away, turned to look at me and pointed her finger. "Seaz him."

The moment she said that I drew my sword and imposed my will on Abraxas, making him snarl. Everyone in the room unsheathed their swords.

There was silence until two people emerged from the crowd, knocking out a couple of guards.

"What took you so long, Lord?" Yue asked, flanking my left, while Ignis took position to my right.

"Had to take care of something important, my ass. Why do we always end up in situations like this?" Ignis commented.

Looking at my two friends, I couldn't help but smirk under my mask.

"Well, at least the odds are in our favor. We have Abraxas," Yue said before I took a step forward, my sword raised.

"There has been a misunderstanding," I said, slowly inching forward to the queen.

"And what misunderstanding is that? You come into our home with one of the queen's sons barely alive and send those two to infiltrate our ranks for who knows what reason," Prince Daemon said, not using his brains at all.

"If I wanted the prince dead, I would have let Vhagar consume him. But I didn't. I risked my life to save him and brought him to you, injured but still savable," I explained. "Besides, if I truly wanted to harm you, I wouldn't use underhanded tactics like infiltrating your ranks. My army would have dealt with your men, and Abraxas and I would have been more than enough for all of your dragons."

Two people stepped forward behind the raised swords: Lord Corlys and his lady.

"Abraxas?," Rheanys said aloud, making sure everyone heard her.

"Yes," I confirmed, making her and all the other Targaryens present realize something.

"It...it can't be," Rhaenys said, stepping forward.

"Step back, Rhaenys," the queen all but shouted, but she didn't listen. She came face-to-face with me, looking at the completely black mask that covered my entire head.

"Vaelor?" she whispered.

From the gasps, it was clear everyone heard her say my name.

"It's good to see you again, grandmother," I said, as she removed the mask I was wearing.

Long white hair emerged first as people took in the appearance of the person they had been threatening. My smooth skin, a very light shade of brown with no blemish, was revealed. But as Rhaenys finished removing the mask, an ugly, jagged scar crossing from my left eye to the right came into view. When I opened my eyes, it became clear: I was blind.

"Vaelor Velaryon," Rhaenys said aloud as my face was revealed.

"PUT YOUR SWORDS AWAY. That's my grandson," Corlys Velaryon shouted.

"Oh, my sweet Vaelor," my grandmother said, hugging me tightly.

But all I could do was stare at my shell-shocked mother and her husband, who were staring at me with something I knew all too well...

Confusion and fear.

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Hey guys, Author here.

Well, it's finally out—the project I've been working on the side while I publish my other fanfiction: Twilight: Blood is Calling.

Those of you who are new, welcome! But for those who know me, you already know I drop sauce. Even though I am a new author and writing is new to me, storytelling isn't, so you can be sure to expect me not to let you down on that aspect.

But anyway, House of the Dragon! Yeah, I love the book ASOIAF and A Dance of Dragons by the man, the myth, the legend, George R.R. Martin.

This fanfiction will follow the story of the trueborn son of Rhaenyra Targaryen and Laenor Velaryon.

How did that happen, you may ask? Well, with the power invested in my cooking skills, of course! Laenor may have been, how do the Westerosi say it, a sword-swallower, but in this universe, he and Rhaenyra got him to consummate the marriage successfully. And from there was born the one and only Vealor Velaryon.

Some of you may hate Vealor for being a little Gary Stu, but he deserves it after what I have put him through, so please be kind to him and, subsequently, to me.

Anyway, enjoy, and as always, any and all constructive criticism is welcome, so don't shy away from the comment section. Thank you!