Chapter 6: The Awakening of Five
When the fires finally died down, an eerie silence fell over the scorched earth. The remaining Dothraki and Jorah Mormont approached cautiously, expecting to find only ashes. Instead, they were met with a sight that would forever be etched in their memories.
Daenerys stood unharmed amidst the embers, her silver-gold hair untouched by the flames. Around her, not three, but five dragon hatchlings nestled protectively, their scales shimmering like molten jewels in the dim light. They were small, no bigger than cats, but their presence radiated an ancient power that filled the onlookers with awe and terror.
Beside Daenerys knelt Viserys, equally unscathed, his clothes singed but his body whole. He stared at the five dragons with a mixture of disbelief and wonder. He had shielded Daenerys, his strange ability somehow protecting them both from the fire. And now, five dragons had emerged from the flames, a miracle beyond comprehension.
Daenerys turned to Viserys, her eyes wide with emotion. She reached out, her hand trembling as she touched his face. "You saved me," she whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks.
He looked at her, truly saw her for the first time, not as his dependent little sister, but as a woman of incredible strength and destiny. The shared experience of the fire, the impossible miracle of the dragons, had forged an unbreakable bond between them. In that moment, amidst the ashes and the newly hatched dragons, something shifted within them, a realization of a deeper connection that went beyond sibling affection