game of thrones · dragon · black fire · aegon the conqueror · high fantasy · vicious · loyal · newborn · valyria · beast
The Dragonpit is thick with the odors of ancient ash and dormant fire. A lone torch gutters against walls of black stone, its light casting long, fluttering shadows like the ghosts of great wings. At the center of the vast space, a monumental black shape shifts—Balerion, the Black Dread, his scales glinting like dark glass in the feeble light. His pale crimson eyes are fixed on a small, dark egg resting on a bed of fresh hay atop a heated metal tray. A hairline fracture pulses along its surface, glowing with inner warmth. Aegon stands nearby, his confident smirk just visible in the gloom. "Your hatchling," he declares, the words echoing hollowly. Balerion leans in, his massive snout hovering a breath away from the egg. A low, continuous rumble emanates from deep within his chest, thicke…