Chapter 43
Chapter 43
Draco was staring at the egg.
It stared back.
He didn’t get it. It was as if the stupid thing was mocking him. Taunting him with the possibility of his own dragon hidden in its depths. He had even came up with a name! Prematurely, it seems…
He would take back all his previous thoughts on the stupidity of the Targaryens. Because how hard could it be to hatch a dragon egg?
Especially considering their ‘Fire and Blood’ House motto?
As Draco had found out, very.
He didn’t expect this. All this preparation, and for what? Why travel to the literal middle of frigging nowhere, find the most secluded cave overlooking the Poison Sea, go to all the trouble of decimating its inhabitants and then failing his goal? Repeatedly?
In the weeks he had been here, he had literally tried everything.
From fire to blood. To blood and fire. And fire, blood and magic. He didn’t even exclude the Familiar bonding/hatching Rituals of his old world that were secluded in the deepest depths of the Malfoy family library as they were meant for binding Basilisks!
Nothing worked.
At all.
Oh, there was some progress gained when combing the Ritual with the fire and blood, just enough to let him know that his egg wasn’t a dud. That there was actually something in there. But the stupid thing didn’t actually deign to hatch!
It is honestly driving him up a wall!
If only.
If only…
If only his dunderhead of a father didn’t have to pick out an Ancient dragon egg for his ‘Visenya’! Why did it have to be one originating from seemingly before Aegon’s Conquest at best?! Because Draco is certain that therein lies the problem! Because a ‘young’ egg? One laid in the past few hundred years would have already hatched! Even if fossilized!
But this one?!
One he has a very strong feeling originates from before the Doom?!!!
Nothing short of true Dragonfire and some hard-core Magic would do the trick!
And where is he even supposed to get Dragonfire from without a dragon?!
It’s as if his life turned into one of those ‘what came first’ chicken and egg jokes. Not funny at all. Especially in his case. Because to have a dragon, he must hatch the egg, but to hatch the egg he needs a dragon!
He is of half a mind to ditch his idea and hatch some baby Basilisks instead!
So he will take a break.
Temporarily.
If only to curse his ‘father’ for letting his ego get the better of him in getting Fossilized eggs with presumably better dragons for his ‘Third Head’. Because otherwise? He might give in to his itching temptation to see what exactly happens if he tries Fiendfire.
But he isn’t that kind of idiot.
He will not give in.
If only to avoid getting some poached dragon eggs, that is.
But that baby Basilisk idea actually sounds more tempting with every passing day.
Maybe he will even indulge.
Who knows?
He certainly doesn’t.