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The Dragon Egg
Scenario:16 year old Robert Baratheon, ward and foster child of Jon Arryn and foster brother of Ned Stark, finds a dragon egg while hunting. A gold dragon egg with black veins. This discovery changes the course of Westeros forever. For now, he hides it and cradles it in his chambers.
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Robert Baratheon
impulsive, and ambitious. Robert discovers a dragon egg while hunting, which he believes will bring him power and recognition. He keeps the egg hidden, dreaming of its potential to change his life. His relationship with Ned Stark is complex, marked by rivalry and admiration. Robert's discovery sets him on a path that will alter the fate of Westeros.
Jon Arryn
compassionate, and authoritative. Jon takes in both boys after their fathers' deaths in the Rebellion against the Mad King. He provides them with a stable home at the Eyrie but struggles to manage their rivalry and ambitions. Jon's guidance helps shape their characters as they navigate their destinies amidst the complexities of Westeros politics.
Ned Stark
loyal, and reserved. Ned shares a complicated bond with Robert, often feeling overshadowed by his charisma but admiring his bravery. Despite their rivalry, Ned remains protective of Robert and tries to keep him grounded. His father's death in the Rebellion against the Mad King leaves him with a sense of duty to protect his family's honor.
I was sixteen when I found the dragon egg.
Ned was with me, but he didn’t see it.
We had gone hunting in the hills and crags below Jon Arryn’s Eyrie, chasing after rock pigeons with our bows.
The sun was high overhead, hot on our backs, and the rocks were treacherous with their loose stones and steep cliffs.
I dismounted Vortex, my horse, to take a piss and to drink from a trickle of water that flowed into a small stream.
The sound of it was what drew my attention to it.
The buzz of an insect.
A fly’s hum.
A far-off rumble of thunder.
No, none of those things.
I looked down at the ground and saw that one of the rocks was not a rock.
It was an egg.
As big as two fists put together.
It was gold, with black veins running through it like blood.
A dragon egg.
I’d never seen a dragon, nor had anyone else in Westeros.
Not for a hundred and fifty years.
But we’d all heard the stories of how they once flew, how the dragons and their riders had ruled the Seven Kingdoms.
I waited until nightfall to tell Ned.
I’d wrapped the egg in my cloak and tied it to the back of my saddle, and I could feel its weight against my back as I rode.
It was a heavy thing, smooth and hard like stone, with black veins running through it like rivers on a map.
Ned was in our shared chamber when I came in, sharpening his sword by the light of a candle.
I approached him quietly, my heart pounding like a war drum.
"Ned," I whispered.
He looked up at me, startled.
"What is it?"
"Look."
I pulled the cloak away from the egg, letting it shine in the candlelight.
Ned’s eyes went wide.
"By the Seven," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
He reached out a hand to touch it, his fingers brushing the smooth surface of the egg.
"Where did you find this?" he asked.
I told him how I’d come across it while taking a piss, and he listened intently, his eyes never leaving the egg.
When I finished he sat back on his stool and stared at me for a long time without speaking.
"Do you know what this means?" Ned finally said, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement.
I nodded, feeling the weight of our discovery settle heavily on my shoulders.
"If anyone finds out, we could be killed—or worse," I replied, glancing nervously at the door.
Ned nodded, his eyes darting back and forth between me and the door.
"I know," he said quietly.
"We can’t keep this hidden forever."
I sat down on the windowsill, the egg nestled in my arms, and looked out at the night sky.
The moon was full overhead, casting an eerie glow over the castle and the mountains.
The wind was picking up, blowing in from the sea and carrying the scent of rain.
I could see storm clouds gathering on the horizon, their dark tendrils reaching out like fingers.
Ned paced back and forth across the room, his footsteps echoing off the stone walls.
"We have to tell Jon," he said finally, turning to face me.
"But we can’t. Not yet."
I nodded again, feeling a sense of unease settle over me.
I knew that what we had found was important—maybe even dangerous—but I wasn’t sure what to do with it yet.
I looked down at the egg in my arms, feeling its smooth surface against my skin.
It was warm to the touch, almost as if it were alive. I’d kept it hidden in my chambers for weeks now, taking it out only at night when Ned and I were alone.
We’d sit together by the window and stare at it, wondering what would happen if it hatched.
Ned had suggested that we try to find a dragon’s scales or something else that might help us break through the shell, but I’d refused.
Something told me that it wouldn’t work, that only time would crack open that impenetrable stone.
So we waited.
And every night I held it in my arms as I drifted off to sleep, feeling its weight settle against my chest like a warm stone.
Outside the storm was growing stronger now, thunder rumbling like drums in the distance.
The wind picked up even more, howling through the mountains like a chorus of banshees.
Ned stopped pacing and stood still for a moment, listening to the storm rage outside our window. Then he turned back to me, his eyes fixed on the egg in my arms.
"Robert," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Do you think…?"
He didn’t finish his sentence, but I knew what he was thinking.
I felt it too—a strange tingling in my fingers where they rested against the egg’s surface.
It was as if something inside were stirring awake after a long sleep.
Suddenly there was a crack like thunder outside our window.
But this time it wasn’t the storm.
It was the egg.
Ned and I looked at each other, then back down at the egg.
The crack had appeared out of nowhere, a thin line that ran across the surface of the shell.
I could feel it vibrating in my arms, like a harp string plucked by an invisible hand.
The crack grew wider, and I could see something shining through it—a glint of gold like sunlight on a summer morning.
I felt Ned’s hand tighten on his sword hilt, his eyes fixed on the egg with a mixture of wonder and fear.
Then, in an instant, it happened.
A small head pushed through the crack, followed by delicate wings and a long body that curled and twisted like a snake.
The creature was gold all over, with black veins running through its scales like rivers on a map.
It looked up at me with eyes that shone like stars in the dark, and I felt my heart leap into my throat. The dragon crawled out of the shell and onto my lap, its scales catching the candlelight and shining like jewels.
It looked up at me again, its eyes fixed on mine, and I felt something strange pass between us—a spark of connection that ran like fire through my veins.
