Game of Thrones : Winter Lord

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The fierce waves crashed like a thousand galloping horses, the battle between sea and shore immense. Black waves rose to the clouds as sand and driftwood rushed landward with each surge.

The night was hazy, with only a broken moon hanging in the sky.

The sea stretched empty and cold, broken flags and sunken ships drifting aimlessly like lost souls.

A shadow crossed the dim moonlight on the sea, falling from the high sky and leaving a narrow, long trace.

Accompanied by the whistling wind, silver wings cut through the night like blades.

The creature was as large as a tall warhorse, with silver wings that could cover a war elephant when fully spread. Its scales gleamed bright as moonlight, shining like silver armor.

The muscles between its feet surged with power, claws sharp as daggers.

The white dragon's talons held a small creature.

In the darkness, the smaller dragon's scales appeared dark, its blood-red eyes glowing as fragile wings fluttered in the wind.

The black dragon—Balerion.

The sharp claws held him firmly, preventing movement but causing no harm.

He screamed at the white dragon with his fragile throat, expressing his rage.

But the white dragon responded by spitting blazing flame toward the sky. The scorching heat made Balerion shrink back.

He wisely allowed the white dragon its way, sensing that the larger beast meant him no harm.

On the beach, the white dragon tossed Balerion onto the sand and flew away.

Balerion's head smacked into a pile of sand. He lay on his back, belly facing the sky, flapping his wings like a fish on shore, jumping helplessly for a while.

Finally shaking off the mud and sand covering his body, he roared angrily.

Only the empty wind answered him.

He looked around the island in confusion.

After standing there for some time, he ran along the beach, occasionally picking up shells or stones with his mouth.

Suddenly, he spotted a strange thing before him—like a stone with legs.

This aroused Balerion's interest. He fluttered his wings and swayed toward it, but the stone, seemingly frightened by his approach, stood upon its eight legs and scurried away.

Balerion chased with all his might, only to watch the eight-legged stone creature slip into the sea.

The black dragon could only stand on the sandbank, swaying with the wind, unable to follow.

Suddenly, a murky wave surged toward him. The young dragon instinctively feared such things. He tried to escape to higher ground, but his legs couldn't outrun the water. With a single sweep, Balerion was carried into the sea.

He thrashed in the seawater, bubbles rising to the surface. The force of the waves eventually cast him back onto shore, where he collapsed half-dead, coughing and sputtering.

Balerion finally managed to stand, only for another wave to crash over him.

With a gurgle, the black dragon's ears filled with the sound of rushing water. He swallowed seawater in great gulps, feeling the burning sensation in his body slowly extinguish.

With a splash, the white shadow descended like an arrow, diving into the sea and catching the little black dragon in its mouth.

The white dragon threw the drowning hatchling back onto shore.

The little black dragon's wings spun a few times with his body before he lost consciousness.

After a night passed, his nose twitched slightly in the early morning light, and then he opened his blood-red dragon eyes.

He turned over and moved his wings.

The hunger in his stomach made Balerion feel weak.

His head swayed from side to side until he found several fish beside him. Though he didn't recognize what they were, instinct told him they were edible.

Such fish appeared every day. Each morning upon waking, they would be waiting for him.

He wandered along the coast, running about daily, moving here and there, occasionally chasing the eight-legged stone monsters.

When tired, he would rest in the sand.

One day, while sunbathing on the beach, he suddenly felt the light dimming. Balerion opened one eye to see the white figure standing before him.

The white dragon's form was strong and beautiful, his physique impressive, far exceeding the standards of dragons his age. His feet were powerful, his wings broad.

The white dragon's claws held a long creature that twisted madly, exposing sharp teeth as it tried to bite the dragon's scales. Despite their appearance, the teeth could not harm the white dragon.

The white dragon tossed the large snake in front of Balerion, then flew away, leaving only his back to admire.

The snake crashed onto the black dragon's body, angrily twisting to wrap around him.

Balerion panicked, using feet and wings to break free.

The snake's fangs pierced the black dragon's body. His fragile scales offered no protection against such weapons. Blood gushed forth as Balerion felt pain for the first time.

In crisis, the dragon's ferocity awakened. He raised his head and bit into the snake's body. His tough dragon teeth instantly penetrated skin and flesh.

Dragon and snake engaged in fierce combat.

The white dragon observed the entire fight. To him, the snake was tiny, not even an adult, but perfect for training young Balerion.

Seeing Balerion nearly defeated by the egg-eating snake, the white dragon descended from the sky and killed the snake with one claw.

In the days that followed, Balerion's diet changed from fish to various snakes, each meal requiring significant effort.

Eventually, the white dragon caught the black dragon directly.

The white dragon trained Balerion according to his own growth path.

Now Balerion needed to become familiar with the sky. The white dragon took flight and released the black dragon in mid-air.

Balerion flapped his wings in panic, unable to fly. He could only watch himself fall.

Before hitting the ground, the white dragon caught him again.

In the days that followed, leisure time vanished. Daily, the white dragon would test him in various ways, with flying practice becoming routine.

Balerion grew quickly without realizing it. The white dragon brought prey daily, teaching him to fight and adapt to the sky. Dragon crystal helped his digestion, along with various strange substances.

Sometimes he was injured, but after eating certain unusual fruits, he would heal by the next day. A dragon's recovery abilities are remarkable—even broken wings can regrow after time. Substances with healing properties accelerated this recovery.

Occasionally the white dragon would bring strange stones. After swallowing them, Balerion would feel warm energy gathering within his body.

The fusion with Cole's soul had made the white dragon exceptionally intelligent.

Because of this soul connection, the white dragon could feel his bond with both Cole and Balerion.

Balerion was Jon's contracted dragon, while the white dragon shared a soul origin with Jon—not a contractual relationship.