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  Thrid Person POV

  Essos, 296 AC.

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  The group could finally breathe as they began moving stones and wooden beams from the fallen parts of the castle.

  "Help me here," Jon said, grabbing a log as he started to carry it toward the door to close it.

  "That was dangerous... So those things are known as greyscale..." Arya ented as she approached Daenerys. "Are you alright?" she asked the Targaryen.

  "I'm... just a bit sore in the hip, but that was awful... this pce is more dangerous than I thought..." she murmured, trying to stand up after Jon's grip, as he wao make sure she wouldn't fall.

  Jon passed by them along with his guards, carrying a baker's pilr to the door while grabbing scattered stones and filling the entrail it was sealed, as they had to prevent those things from entering again.

  "Looks like we're done here, we move on now," Jon said as he turo s the area attentively. The atmosphere inside was also heavy, mainly due to the bones scattered around. This was one of the few pces still standing, what was left of Valyria whehing had turo ruins, a civilizatioroyed by its own glory.

  "At least there's no more of that gas here," Arya ented, while only the royal guards were looking at the boill wearing clothes tattered by time.

  "They suffocated... despite trying to protect themselves here..." Jon ented as he saw them handling the bones. He turned forward to tinue. "Let's move on," he said, his voice eg through the silent pce.

  Everyone nodded as they began to follow Joering one of the castle's doors as if he already khe pce.

  They advanced cautiously, unsure of what they might enter there, walking through corridors filled with draic representations on the marble walls. Although they were not affected by the va, they were now worn down by time and the heat that pervaded the entire pce, almost melting and leaving twisted patterns on the surfaces.

  "Are we heading to the vault, Jon?" Daenerys asked, trying to keep her voice steady, but clearly shaken by what they had just faced.

  "Yes... I know the way, and we are getting close. The room is the audience chamber..." Jon said, and moments ter, they ehe space.

  The room was dimly lit with a huge hole in the ceiling, rge stones fallen in the middle of the space, which was also vast... more skeleto with tattered clothes scattered around.

  "They were sves and nobles..." Arya ented, looking at the skeletons.

  "Yes... but none of them seemed to belong to the family of this castle..." Jon added. "So they must have takeer ihe vault, if I'm not mistaken."

  "My king!" a royal guard called his attention as Jon followed him to where he was now looking at a body.

  Jon approached, finding many dead men-at-arms in the area, their swords either corroded along with the armor or pletely useless.

  But what Jon saw the royal guard pick up was a sword with a gleam that hadn't been affected by time at all, shining just as brightly as his katanas.

  "Valyrian steel..." Arya said with admiration, gazing at the on being raised.

  "Yes... these nobles were so wealthy that even their main guards wielded such ons..." Jon remarked.

  "If these guys had these kinds of ons, how must the family itself have been..." another royal guard ented.

  "You'll soon be surprised," Jon said, stepping forward. "Take the swords a's tihere's nothing but ay throh bodies scattered all over the pce."

  They then proceeded through arance behind the throne, where a hidden trapdoor was located. "The vault should be down there," Jon said as his guards approached him, iing the lod trying to open it, but it seemed securely shut.

  "My king... it appears to be locked from the other side," the royal guard said, and Jon nodded. He approached, gripping the handle and attempting to pull, as cracks began to sound from the force he applied, straining against the trapdoor, but it didn't seem enough.

  "I could break it, but it would take hours with me f the entry. I'll do it another way. I want you all to move as far away from the vault as possible," Jon spoke firmly, and everyone did exactly as told.

  As soon as everyone was at a safe distance, watg Jon with curiosity, he opened one hand while a fireball began tlowing in that moment.

  He hurled the fireball again, which sped toward the ground before exploding. Everyone avoided looking at the fsh of the explosion, which was enough to cover the trapdoor and a few meters around it.

  The castle seemed to tremble slightly, while Jon looked ed as dust began to fall from the ceiling, but it eventually stopped, realizing that it wouldn't colpse, though he still had to be careful.

  The entrance was finally open, and as they left behind more skeletons, seemingly guarding the entrahey proceeded dowairs, desding more than 30 meters with torches in their hands due to the darkness.

  The room at the end of the stairs was a small chamber, with a massive door indig the entrao the vault. In front of the door, eight bodies, reduced to bones over time, were dressed in rusted armor, holding Valyrian steel swords.

  Daenerys approached one of them, studying the magical steel.

  "You're curious as to why the steel doesn't rust like the armor?" Jon asked before tinuing, while she looked at him with her curious violet eyes. "That's a property of Valyrian steel. It isn't affected by time," Jon expined.

  "Let's pce the torches to light the area. We o operance," Jon ordered, and the royal guards, bringing the torches, began to repce the worn ones on the walls.

  "Do you know how to open this door, Jon?" Arya asked as Jon nodded.

  "Let me see..." Jon ighe bodies of the warriors who had remained outside to guard the vault ao one of the walls, pulling out a false brick.

  "The meism for this vault isn't that bad, but it still be opened from the outside," Jon said as he grabbed some s attached to the wall and began pulling with force. The started moving backward, while a meism began to unlo the vault, making a loud click. The door responded as Jon tinued pulling, putting into practice what he had seen in his vision of the vault's green meism when he phis trip.

  With a loud crack, the door started to unlod came loose from the wall as Jon released the tch.

  The metal groaned as the door slowly opened, revealing what y oher side, while the royal guards pulled at it after Jon asked, still holding the s.

  He let go, and the s snapped back to the wall with force, but even though the tch clicked ba pce, the door was no longer held to the wall.

  "Now, let's see if everything I saw is still here," Jon said with aed toarting to move forward along with the others.

  Another dark room y ahead, as the light from the entrance, with the torches the royal guards pced on the walls, revealed that the vault's floor was made of smooth stone, much better maintaihan any other pce they had stepped in the castle.

  But what caught their attention the most was the metallic gleam that reflected faintly iorchlight.

  "This..." Arya seemed impressed by the wealth beginning to unfold before them.

  "It seems we've arrived. Let's first repce the torches in this pce so we see what we have here," Jon ordered, and his guards began moving with him through the dark room, lighting the torches again. Fortunately, the pce was no longer humid, which had dried out the wooden torches, making them easy to light.

  There were piles upon piles of gold before them, ons, and even Valyrian steel armor, two of which were plete sets.

  "My king... this is an invaluable treasure," one of the royal guards said, gazing in awe.

  "Yes... this is certainly what I expected to find here..." Jon said with some pride. This family had amassed wealth through trade at the port and even their own produ of Valyrian steel, dispying riches that made even the most powerful families of Valyria look at them with a certain respect. After all, even though they weren't a family onlords, this wealth had secured them a grand marriage, which allowed them to acquire a dragon. The wife of this lord passed her dragon to their son after her death. When the Doom came, this son was over 40 years old and still had his dragon, waiting to pass it on to his heir after his owh. But then their destru happened, and Jon could see the family of that castle in the distance from them, all reduced to bones, dead from the passage of time.

  "This..." Daenerys also followed him, looking cautiously at the many bones gathered there.

  " you tell me what happened here, since we found the city? What measures did this family take?" Jon raised the question, analyzing the seven dead bodies there. He wao test his aunt's knowledge, as she had begun learning with lessons over the st moon.

  "I..." Daenerys was surprised by the question and pletely fot about the terror they had faced outside the castle, fog instead on what might have happened here. "I think during the Doom, they locked the castle so no one could enter..." she began, while Jon nodded, urgio tinue.

  "They sealed the castle, uo flee... and the family locked themselves in the vault, asking their guards to seal the entranot letting anyone from the castle inside... They took food and water with them, but in the end, they poisohemselves..." she said, looking at what seemed to be a food pantry with water. But over time, the food was no longer rotten, it had petrified and corroded. There should have been water... but it must have gone bad.

  "Very clever, Dia... you're right about that." Jon nodded, satisfied. One member of the family wore a Valyrian steel armor as well. "Even after proteg themselves from the fmes and the gases... they were all killed..." Jon ented. "We should search for the dragon. If it died here, I would like its bones if they are still intact."

  "Jon, how much money do you think is here... It's a lot!" Arya excimed o him as he was about to iigate...

  "That's tons of gold. There must be at least 5 million gold s..." Jon said in admiration. With that, he would be evehier.

  Jon's eyes passed over the armors, each adorned with draic symbols and family crests. There were at least two of them on mannequins, totaling three in all, like spoils.

  "My king... they would certainly suit you," a royal guard said with admiration.

  "I io remake them as Artica armor with a runes... they will be even more beautiful and useful..." Jon ehinking of the future.

  His gaze left the armors, along with the royal guards, while Arya looked at pieces with gemstones amid the gold. Something else caught his attention near Daenerys, where the family had died.

  It was something that drew Jon's attention, so he moved toward it. He tio the back of the vault, feeling a pull in that dire.

  At the end of the room rested three rge chests, carefully sealed and richly detailed, revealing something even more precious thahing else in the room. As he approached, Daenerys followed closely behind.

  "I came here for the Valyrian steel armors, but this... this is a surprise..." Jon murmured, looking at the chests.

  "What is it, Jon...?" Daenerys asked as Jon smiled.

  "This is what you came for..." Jon remarked as he opehe first chest, revealing its tents to the girl, who looked on in astonishment.

  "Dragon eggs... intact." Daenerys murmured as she approached, amazed, while Jon picked up one of the eggs, a be, and ha to her. She reached out to touch it, hesitating for a sed as if afraid that a simple touch might break it.

  "Don't be afraid... they are very healthy and well-preserved... all are dragons waiting to be born soon," Jon said with a smile. There were five eggs in that chest, and if there were three chests, that meant a total of 15 eggs.

  "..." Daenerys took the egg, looking at him with admiration as she registered its touch, feeling the hard, rough surface. She didn't even notice the tear running down her cheek at that moment, feeling so close to what she had always dreamed of since she was a little girl, when she first learned about her family and what they represented.

  "It's alive... I feel its warmth!" she couldn't help but excim with awe, her emotions now focused on a future where she rode a dragon, just like her children. Her gaze fell on Jon as he smiled at her and moved on to the chests, opening eae.

  As he suspected, each held five dragon eggs. Arya also approached, wearing a neckce with a rge, blood-red ruby.

  "Incredible... dragons... but didn't you say this family was only allowed to have one dragon?" she questioned Jon, who nodded.

  "That was true... but it seems they were hiding the fact that the dragon they had was highly fertile, and they mao keep it a secret. After all, I doubt the dragonlord families would have allowed this to happen... This family was like the Veryons of Westeros, despite their Valyrian in, they were never known as dragonlords," Jon expined, while his attention shifted to another part of the vault, leaving the eggs behind as Arya and Daenerys tinued examining them.

  "What is this..." Jon murmured, a bit surprised as he looked at a painting... on the wall. "This is a map... or rather, a piece of it..." Jon ented, staring at the map of Valyria itself, but it was inplete. Suddenly, he felt a warmth ing from his pocket.

  His hand reached in, pulling out the key he had received from R'hllor, which began to glow. Jon looked between the key and the painting, where the same symbol from the key started to appear on the map.

  "What does this mean... Is it part of the map? Could this be the pce R'hllor mentioned regarding his sword?" Jon asked himself, as he noticed something written below the painting in Valyrian.

  "Where the stallion guides the sky and the mother watches from her mountain, the path to the secret will be revealed."

  He frowned, p. "The stallion guides the sky... mother and mountain..." he muttered to himself, trying to make sense of the words. At first, it seemed like an abstract riddle, uo what he knew about Valyria.

  Then, suddenly, a memory surfaced. The "stallion" and the "mother of mountains." His mind traveled north of where he was now, to the nds of the Dothraki.

  "Vaes Dothrak..." Jon cluded quietly. "The mother of mountains... the home of the Dothraki. The sed part of the map is there. Should I go there...?" Jon couldn't help but feel surprised by this, recalling R'hllor's words.

  'Your journey has only just begun, and your true challenges will start now. You will face a war in the East, your exile in Vaes Dothrak, the first battle against the dead in the North, then the fight between the southern kingdoms, the iion of the North into Artica, ahe battle against the false Dragon King in the South with the quest of the Seven Kingdoms...' The god's words echoed in his mind.

  'Even though I don't uand most of what that meant... still... he foresaw my jouro those nds... I must go...' Jon wondered, a little lost in thought about what he should do. After all, it seemed many things would happen, especially regarding the 'war in the East...' He wondered what he would find there if the Red God was right.

  "Jon... is something wrong? What is this?" Daenerys approached him at that moment, looking ed, while his eyes were fixed on the map.

  "This is a map of Valyria, or at least part of it..." Jon replied, not wanting to say much more. He simply sighed and turned back to his aunt. "In any case... let's leave this for now, we 't take everything onto the ship."

  Journed his attention to everyone in the vault. "In any case... we 't take these things from this pce yet, and I want to iigate one more thing in the castle. Let's leave the vault for now," Jon instructed, while Daenerys clutched the bck egg, not seeming to want to let it go.

  "Take that egg with you. We're heading back to the ship as soon as we finish here. I don't io take anything from this pce without the giants, so we have to return. After all, Wind's magi't st forever. Now, everyone, follow me," Jon said at the end as he began to head back toward the entrance. All the guards, Arya, and Daenerys, with her egg, followed him.

  He led them once more through the castle, down the corridors, until they reached aran the eastern side, not the main one, and finally emerged outside through this door without needing to blow it open.

  As they moved toward peared to be a workshop, they finally entered a massive structure.

  "This...!!" The royal guards were left stunned by what they were seeing.

  "It's still intact from the Doom. This is excellent... my Artis, this is the key to finally produg Valyrian steel in Artica—a special fe!" Jon decred with a smile. This was the most important thing that had brought him here, a fe made entirely of Valyrian steel, something that would bring Artito the age of Valyrian steel and surpass even Valyria itself.

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