Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 260
Sorry, I thought it was a common cold, but it has become more and more serious these two days, and I can't write many words. Please bear with me, and I will make it up as soon as possible in the next few days.Thanks.

She had a high fever and had nightmares again and again, in which there was a black shadow with wings.

"You don't want to wake the Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon, do you?"

She walked in a long hall with high stone arches above.She couldn't turn her head and couldn't look back.There was a door far ahead of her that seemed rather small because of the distance, but she could still see that the door was painted red.She hastened her pace, leaving bloodstains on the stone floor with her bare feet.

"You don't want to wake the Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon, do you?"

He saw the sunlight on the thriving Dothraki Sea, and the air was earthy and dead.When the wind blows and the grass moves, the green waves ripple like a vast ocean.The stars in the sky looked down at them with a smile on their red sun and stars.Suddenly the stars were gone and huge wings swept across the sky and the world was ablaze.

"...you don't want to wake up the wrath of the sleeping dragon, do you?"

Ser Jorah's face was haggard and sad. "Regar is the last descendant of the true dragon." He told her while stretching out his translucent hand on the brazier to keep warm. In the brazier lay a few stone eggs that were burning red and smoking like coals.One moment he still had flesh and blood, and the next moment he began to fade, his muscles lost color, and he was more invisible than the wind. "The last true dragon." His voice was like a puff of smoke and he disappeared without a trace.She felt the pressing darkness behind her and the red door was getting further and further away.

"...you don't want to wake up the wrath of the sleeping dragon, do you?"

Viserys stood in front of her and screamed, "You little bitch the dragon won't hold your tongue against the dragon's son. I am the heir of the dragon and I shall have the crown!" The melted gold came out like wax. His face was covered with deep burn marks. "I am the descendant of the real dragon! I will get the crown!"

"...I don't want to wake up the wrath of the sleeping dragon..."

The red door is far ahead, but she can feel the cold breath coming towards her from behind. If she is caught, she will fall into a situation more terrifying than death, and will cry alone in the boundless darkness forever.So she started to run fast.

"...I don't want to wake up the wrath of the sleeping dragon..."

Her son was tall and mighty, with Drogo's bronze skin and her silver-gold head and violet eyes shaped like almonds.He smiled at her and stretched out his arms to hug her, but when he opened his mouth, it was a monstrous flame.She saw his heart was burning fiercely in his chest, and then he disappeared without a trace, like a moth fluttering to a flame being swallowed by a candle flame and turned into ashes.

"...Wake up the Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon..."

Ghosts lined the hall flanked by faded garb of ancient kings holding pale flaming swords their heads were silver and gold and bright as platinum eyes the color of opal and amethyst and tourmaline and emerald. "Quick!" they yelled "Run!" She ran and melted the stone floor every time she landed. "Run!" the ghosts shouted in unison, and she rushed forward following the scream.The severe pain was like a sharp knife cutting across her back, she only felt her skin being torn apart, smelled the stench of steaming blood, and saw the shadow of huge wings.Then Daenerys Targaryen took flight.

"...Wake up the Sleeping Dragon..."

The red door stood in front of her, getting closer and closer, the long hall became a cloud of vague air-conditioning around her, receding behind her, and the stone floor disappeared.She flew over the Dothraki Sea and the Higher Green Sea waved below, and under the shadow of her wings all the creatures of the world fled.She smells the smell of home and sees the view of home beyond the door, there are green fields and big stone houses, and the embrace that warms her heart is there.She flung the door open.

"...Sleeping Dragon..."

It was Rhaegar, his brother, who was seen riding a steed of the same color in black armor, with flames blazing in the narrow eye slits of his helmet. "The last of the Dragonborn," Ser Jorah whispered faintly. "The last of the last." Dany pulled back his polished black mask and found that the face inside was her own.

After that, the blazing fire and whispering stars that burned in Long Jiu Pain covered the whole sky and earth.

She woke up suddenly with the taste of ashes in her mouth.

"No," she moaned, "don't ask, please!"

"Khaleesi?" Jiki leaned over like a frightened doe.

The tent was silent and closed in the shadows.Countless shards of ash drifted upward from the brazier, and Dany's eyes followed them through the smoke vent above.Fly, she thought to herself, I have wings and I can fly.But that was just a dream after all. "Help me," she whispered, struggling to get up. "Please give me..." Her throat was hoarse and stinging, and she couldn't remember what she wanted.Why does it hurt so much?She felt as if her body had been torn to shreds and put back together again. "I want……"

"Yes, Khaleesi." After saying that, Jiqi ran out and shouted loudly, but there was no one in the tent.Dany wants...something...someone...what the hell?She knows it's important, it's the only thing in the world that matters.She rolled over on her elbows and struggled with the blanket that tangled her feet.Moving is hard, hard: the whole world is spinning.I must……

When they came in, they found her lying on the carpet and crawling towards the eggs.Ser Jorah Mormont carried her back to the silk bed, which she resisted feebly.Over his shoulders she saw his three handmaidens, Jhogo with a mustache, and the broad, flat face of Mirri Mazduel. "I must" she tried to tell them "I must..."

"... sleep, princess," Ser Jorah said.

"No," Dany said, "please please please."

"It must." He covered her with a quilt and didn't care that she was hot all over. "Khalishi sleep well and get well soon and come back to us." Then the witch Mirri Mazduel appeared, holding a cup to her lips.She could taste sour milk in it and another thick, bitter thing.The warm liquid ran down her jaw and she swallowed numbly.And so the tent grew darker and she fell asleep again, not dreaming this time but floating peacefully and peacefully on an endless black ocean.

After a while—a night, a day, or a year, she didn't know—she awoke again and it was pitch black inside the tent, and outside the silk curtains were flapping like wings with a strong wind.This time Dany stopped struggling to get up. "Eli," she called, "Jiki, Doria," and they appeared at once. "My throat is so dry," she said, "so dry, so dry." So they brought water.The water was lukewarm and tasteless but Dany drank it hungrily and sent Jiki for more.Eli dampened a soft cloth and wiped her forehead. "Am I sick?" Dany said.The Dothraki girl nodded. "How long have you been sick?" The wet cloth was very comfortable, but Yi Li's expression was extremely sad, and she couldn't help feeling scared. "A long time," the maid whispered.Mirri Mazduel, sleepy-eyed when Jhiqui returned with the water, followed.

(End of this chapter)