Daeranyx_Drakonar

Skagos and Runes

As Anarion and I made our way northward, the temperature began to fall after we passed the White Harbour. I hope it's not winter because if it is, my time on Skagos will be challenging. As we continued towards our next destination, I noticed Anarion's pace slowing. It seems the previous battle has taken its toll on him. I've decided to rest by the riverside near Ramsgate; the North is vast, and it's unlikely anyone will spot me here.

The Targaryens wouldn't know of...

"Dracarys. Anarion"

I take out my wand after holding it tightly on my right hand. Gave command to Anarion, "Sāndor. Anarion" (Attack or To Battle, Anarion)

As Anarion and I charged directly at Sheepstealer, he opened his jaws, and a blaze started to form within. Anarion swiftly dipped below the flames before they could engulf us. In the moment Sheepstealer's fiery breath swooped down, I ordered Anarion to ascend, ensuring our safety atop Sheepstealer's back.

Peaceful Times

As time progressed, my boredom grew, and the wind's impact lessened. Thus, I began to act within my capabilities. After tightening the straps, I drew my wand. Since obtaining it, I've been eager to attempt something unprecedented in the HP universe: to unleash a pure magical blast. No one has done this before, but I'm curious to see the outcome of such an experiment.

The Essence of The Blank would enable me to learn any skill. Another essential element in this ende...

Leaving the Valysar

As the sun began to set, we arrived at Valysar. I ensured that no one could spot Anarion before instructing him to descend. Afterwards, I suggested he rest and hunt if he felt hungry, although he shouldn't have been, given the number of fish he consumed during our journey. He growled, almost as if he took offense at my thoughts. Glutton. It appears I must start walking soon, or I won't make it in time for supper at the inns.

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Above The Clouds

With Anarion's mighty leap and the powerful flaps of his wings, we ascend into the sky. Only seconds pass, yet I have no desire to return to the ground. The sensation of soaring through the clouds, watching towers that once loomed large now shrink beneath us, is indescribable. The formidable energy rolling off Anarion's body is unforgettable, a memory to cherish for a lifetime. I now grasp why dragon lords deem themselves superior to other mortals; from this vantage point, whether you are a l...

"sōvagon, Anarion"

It seems upon my arrival here; my luck has taken a turn for the better. In the trunk, I discovered the Dragonhorn. Known in High Valyrian as "Dragonbinder," this mystical and powerful artifact is linked to the ancient Valyrians. From what I understand, it possesses the ability to bind and control dragons, a power that was greatly desired by families of lower status.


The use of the dragonhorn was not much because certain families had rituals to counteract its effects. However, those...

Into the Ruins [2]

My gaze fell upon a magnificent entity sprawled in the cave. Anarion's sleek, powerful body was covered in metallic scales that shimmered in the light. His massive wings boasted intricate webbing and robust muscles. Two large horns, shaped like those of a ram, adorned his head, surrounded by many smaller ones. His whip-like tail was capable of delivering potent strikes, serving as both a weapon and a tool for maneuvering. I understood why some in this world say, "Targaryens are closer to gods...

Into The ruins [1]

As I awoke, memories of what had transpired began to flood my mind. I looked around, ensuring that what I remembered wasn't a figment of my imagination, a wild fancy born from lingering in the void. The room I found myself in was the kind one might expect of a medieval king's chamber, luxurious and grand. As my gaze wandered, I was suddenly besieged by memories of the room—where and why I had placed my belongings. It was only when I snapped out of this trance-like state that I realized thes...

Chapter:-1. Wishes and small talk

CH:-1 . Wishes and Small Talk

As I close a book that I was reading I couldn't help but sigh. I want to desperately meet George R.R. Martin or some author anyone would do and ask them WTF! how do they create a new world form just creativity of mind and nothing else. I don't much about how they write, or they take help from others. But writing one fanfic give me headaches and after some time I can't continue my work. And they wrote five-seven books and are not out of some ideas.

Wel...