Chapter 41
Chapter 41
Draco was metaphorically climbing walls.
Well…
Mountains, really.
The Bone Mountains.
Because what better place was there in all of Essos but that which no one in their right mind would ever willingly inhabit? Unless they were suicidal, that is. Or Draco…
But if he wants his own dragon, sacrifices must be made.
Living in the literal middle of nowhere, that is coincidentally next to one of the most hostile places in Essos is just one of them.
Of course, he could have gone with the easy route, raising his dragon in or near a city while employing some Disillusionment Charms. But how reliable would that really be? Especially against magic users or those of latent bloodlines like the Starks?
Not really, he would think.
But now, that hardly mattered. Because he was almost there. Almost up to the top. And he hadn’t even been raped and murdered by the Dorokai as would have been predicted by most, had they known of his final destination.
And it wasn’t because he didn’t come across any, either. But Draco had long-since learned that these days, walking around without a Disillusionment was just asking for trouble. Because no matter how ugly he glamoured himself, he always tended to gain some stalkers, which raises the question, was there something wrong with his taste, or does the population of Essos in general just tend to consist of an uncountable number of blind perverts?
But then again, he doesn’t want an answer to that as he has a feeling that it will be the former.
There is a reason why out of all the population of the two continents combined, he was only vaguely attracted to those of Valyrian descent.
And no, it wasn’t the Targaryen blood in him. Or he would hope not.
And not because they vaguely reminded him of Lucius Malfoy. Gods, no…
He doesn’t have some kind of Oedipus complex. He doesn’t.
At least he would hope not.
But now is just another day spent in this world where he is glad to keep his magic. How do those muggles even survive here?
Masochists…
But then again, if one knows what to look for and compares the ancient magical civilizations with what remains today, then the entire situation is alike one of those muggle commercials ‘See the difference’. Because the Valyrians and the Rhoynish Empires were much more developed than even the remnants of their non-gifted descendants seen today.
Once, a very long time ago, magic ran wild in Westeros. One only has to look at the buildings from those times to be able to tell. Because no one would be able to convince him that structures like the Wall or the Titan could be built without it.
And the fact that it is seemingly disappearing, saddens him.