"Hello again, Agent of the Other God."
The voice of the Three-Eyed Raven, like the sound of decaying dead wood, emanated from the throat of the enormous, pitch-black crow. Normally, a crow could not produce such a human voice, but with the blessing of magic, anything was possible.
"I didn't expect to meet you here, Your Excellency the Three-Eyed Raven,"
Clay stopped, one hand on the hilt of his sword, and spoke expressionlessly to the uninvited guest. This time, he did not use the Quen Sign; he was not afraid of the Three-Eyed Raven in this form.
But he soon discovered that there was more than one uninvited guest present.
A towering figure emerged from the woods, holding a wooden box.
His face was somewhat idiotic, his figure heavy, his hair tangled, a typical Northerner's appearance. From afar, Clay could hear the stout man's intermittent muttering:
"Hodor... Hodor..."
With a sigh, Clay knew who he was. This was Hodor, the stableboy at Winterfell who, in the original timeline, had escorted Bran north from the Wall to the Three-Eyed Raven. A thoroughly pathetic man.
The Three-Eyed Raven was also watching Clay. Through its cloudy pupils, he saw Clay as a body composed of complex magical energy, a magic that tinged him with discomfort.
This was what he feared most, and precisely because of this, he was willing to lower himself and agree to Clay's terms. For creatures like them, whose bodies were imbued with magic, the greatest danger was contamination from unknown magical energy.
This could cause their physical structure to collapse, resulting in irreversible damage.
"Since you've spared the child, I will naturally fulfill my promise, Agent of the Other God."
The Three-Eyed Raven fluttered its wings, seemingly believing it truly was a raven. It waved at Hodor, who, with a dazed expression, held the wooden box and walked towards Clay.
"As you wish, this is a dragon egg, from the great dragon Vermax, who once descended upon Winterfell. I've kept it with me since I discovered it, but I never expected to give it to you now."
The box opened, and Clay's eyes were immediately drawn to the oval object on the stand.
It was a deep blue, dotted with golden stripes. Its scaly surface was richly textured, and the shell seemed to be coated with a glaze, or perhaps the exquisite enamel only crafted by Myr.
It was quite large. Clay gestured with his hands, finding it difficult to lift.
Although he had imagined dragon eggs countless times, when he actually saw it, Clay had to admit that it might be the most perfect creation the gods had ever created.
Reaching out his palm and placing it on the surface of the dragon egg, Clay felt a chill. As expected, the dragon egg had turned to stone over the eons. In the age of magic receding and dragons disappearing, no one in the world could awaken it.
While reason told him that this thing was now a hot potato for him, he knew he couldn't let it slip away from his grasp. "You seem to appreciate my gift, the Agent of the Other God."
The Three-Eyed Raven's voice echoed in Clay's ears, bringing him out of his reverie.
"I must ask again, Lord Three-Eyed Raven, why are you doing this?"
Clay's question cut to the heart of the matter. If Clay continued to delay, the power of a full-grown dragon would be equivalent to the mushroom eggs of the Five Rogues of the previous dimension—a truly devastating weapon.
The Three-Eyed Raven, unsurprised by Clay's question, patiently replied,
"The answer remains the same. My Lord and I are both driven by survival... If you and your god cannot claim the southern lands, then R'hllor and his agents will. As I said, his overexpansion will unbalance the world."
R'hllor's Agent? Clay thought of someone: the Red Witch who changed the course of the war—Melisandre!
So, Melisandre's support for Stannis's bid for the throne and her use of fire magic to resurrect Jon Snow were actually all R'hllor's will?
Hiss, that bastard had ulterior motives. He had helped me ascend to power and seized the southern lands. Wasn't it obvious he was hiding behind the scenes to pit me against R'hllor, that old silver!
Clay's face darkened as he took in all this, but now that things had come to this, he couldn't refuse this gift.
Gritting his teeth, Clay took the box of dragon eggs from Hodor's hand. The Three-Eyed Raven had baited him, and Clay decided to be the fish that took the bait but didn't bite!
"Then tell me how to hatch dragon eggs. A king died in the tragedy of Summerhall, and I know it's impossible to awaken it by ordinary means."
In Summerhall, once the summer residence of the Targaryens, Aegon V Targaryen, in order to bring back the dragons for his waning family, lit a wildfire in the palace to hatch the seven dragon eggs he had collected.
Whether it was a conspiracy or the pyromancer's mistake, the outcome was a lamentable one.
The raging wildfire raged out of control, consuming the king and his heir, decimating the royal family. Daenerys's brother, Rhaegar Targaryen, was also born in the conflagration.
The Three-Eyed Raven paused briefly at this tragedy befalling his own descendants, but quickly returned to the subject:
"They failed, not because of fire, nor because of Targaryen blood. In fact, they lacked something crucial, something you and I both possess." "
You and I both possess it?" Clay instantly understood the Three-Eyed Raven's meaning and blurted out, "Magic!"
The Three-Eyed Raven's head tilted forward slightly, clearly agreeing with Clay.
"Yes, magic. When the last dragon died, magic throughout the world fell to a low ebb. Currently, the conditions for awakening a dragon are: high temperature, special blood, and magic."
"This method wasn't necessary before the dragons became extinct. Dragons made of magic could hatch on their own. But now, this is the only way. There's no other choice."
The Three-Eyed Raven offered his solution, and Clay, hearing it, fell into deep thought.
No wonder, Clay understood why Daenerys was able to hatch her three dragons.
Her Unburnt constitution allowed her to survive the flames, and Targaryen blood itself is the most special in the world.
Sacrificing the witch, her husband, and her own child allowed her to gain precious magic during this period of magic's decline. And so, with all the necessary conditions met, the dragon within the stone was awakened. After a long summer, the stars wept blood, and the mother of dragons was born!
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