We Bleed Silver(GOT/ASOIAF Fanfic)

Although Draezell had known from the beginning that his journey wasn't as simple as it seemed, after Malak confirmed everything, he still felt a strange emotion inside.

Whether the Lorl of Light, R'hllor, truly existed or not, or whether the great "will" hidden behind the form of R'hllor, worshipped by Malak and the others heretical followers, was real, his father, Claelorius, had likely known all too well after his years of obsessive pursuit of magic. But he had still gone ahead without hesitation, making all the preparations and leaving them for Draezell.

The truth of the magical world is that when the gods bestow blessings, they will surely demand repayment. The Old Gods of Westeros protected the ancestors, but they required bloody sacrifices. The Black Goat of Qohor was said to wield immense power, but its altar was filled with blood. The Lord of Light, seemingly mastering all flames, also demanded blood and life.

The gods had granted Draezell powerful magic, a mature mind, and almost everything in place for his journey to Valyria. When seeking enlightenment in the flames, the gods had almost explicitly shown Draezell that he was to go to Westeros, even if that meant facing various dangers.

The prophecy Malak had just proclaimed was an ancient one, widely spread across Essos and the Eastern continent. It told of a hero named Azor Ahai, who, at the cost of his wife, forged the divine sword Lightbringer, and with it, defeated the evil otherworldly gods who represented the Long Night. However, the evil gods were not truly dead; they would return, bringing an even harsher winter to the world.

The Wall in the far north of Westeros and the five forts in the north of the Dawnlands were said to be watchtowers against their return.

But watchtowers and walls could not truly defend against the resurrection of the evil gods. Only the return of the hero could save the world.

Draezell knew in his heart that he was not the hero in that prophecy, but the gods seemed to be implying that because of his involvement, the prophecy might come true in a way that aligned more closely with their intentions.

So they had invested in him.

And those gods who used the mortal world as their game board would have to pay more.

Malak, seeing Draezell's expression, suddenly smiled.

"Lord Draezell, you've finally seen it." Malak jumped down from the black stone he was standing on, spreading his arms wide as if to embrace something. "Did you hear that? When you decided to join this chaotic symphony, the Lord of Light had already offered his investment in you."

Draezell suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, as if two dragon-shaped shadows had flashed through his mind.

The young man instinctively pressed his hands to his head.

"Malak," seeing the red-robed Priest's strange behavior, Valar moved closer to Draezell, with Argo and Lynn following. They positioned Rey behind them for protection. "What's happening?" Valar had also seen the five dragon eggs and the dragonbone horn.

"The stone coffin that seals the flame has manifested," Malak shouted. "And the horn that summons the dragons has come here."

He bent down and picked up the horn. Draezell was about to stop him when he saw the Priest suddenly ignite in flames.

"You can't rely on hatchlings to help you achieve the greatness of the gods," Malak declared, raising the horn.

"What are you doing?" Draezell urgently reached out, trying to control the blood within the Priest's body, attempting to forcibly stop his magic.

But Draezell failed. The flames seemed to have been burning his own blood from the very beginning.

No, it was Malak's blood. He had essentially become another version of himself.

"What do you think you're doing?" Draezell panicked. "The Valyrian Dragon King's horn—don't think I don't know what it is. The family's records say the Dragon Kings used slaves to blow the horn with their lives, summoning dragons for their masters. It's not a dragon-taming horn. It's a thing that points the way."

"I know," Malak tongue started to burn, but his voice was still clear as day. "Because the Lord of Light guides me to show you the way." His voice grew louder.

"Blood for fire, fire for blood—blood is the currency in the magical world, but life is even more precious." Maerekh brought the horn close to his lips.

Draezell could feel with clarity that Malak's own blood had burned away, and now, it was Draezell's blood flowing through his veins.

"For the future of eternal light!"

Malak blew the horn.

No sound emerged.

But Malak's burning body began to decompose rapidly. His throat emitted a magma-like red glow, his skin cracked open, and his eyes turned to ash in the blink of an eye.

Draezell understood what Malak had done.

He was a seeker. And a martyr.

He was a heretic of the Red God, rejected by most of the Red God's priests. But it was he, after consulting with his mentor and Claelorius, who had received the Red God's revelation in the flames.

And so, he came here.

First, he used one life to gain a clearer prophecy.

And in the end, he martyred himself.

With his life, he ignited the remnants of the gods.

Although the sound of the horn was not heard, Draezell, Valar, and Rey both felt a chilling sensation at the same time.

"Brother, I feel unwell," Rey said, crouching down in discomfort. Valar, suppressing his own unease, quickly pulled his brother into his arms.

Draezell watched as Malak and the horn disintegrated into ash, letting out a long sigh.

Suddenly, a glimmer of light flashed across the five fossilized dragon eggs.

It seemed as if something within those eggs was awakening.

Cracks appeared along the rocky shells of the eggs, slowly splitting open.

But no one noticed this.

Everyone's attention was drawn to something else.

As Malak and the horn disappeared completely into the ruins, the entire site seemed to tremble slightly.

It felt as though something beneath the ground was stirring.

"This is bad," Draezell immediately sensed something was wrong. He sliced his finger open, releasing a spell of detection.

It seemed as though countless searing entities were awakening beneath the earth.

"Gather everyone, prepare to evacuate!"

Lynn immediately turned and ran back to the camp to alert them.

Argo and Valar hoisted the bronze container, following close behind as they sprinted out.

At that moment, the black mist in the sky suddenly began to swirl.

A piercing dragon's roar cut through the mist, descending upon them.

A giant dragon had come, summoned.