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Part 14 – The Birth of Dragons
It felt like he’d fallen back into that endless void again, but this time sensations returned slowly, as if pushing through a dense curtain of oblivion. First, he felt a faint tingling in his fingers, then a heaviness in his limbs, as if his body were taking shape all over again. Beneath his bare feet, he sensed cool, slightly damp ground, and a faint chill ran over his skin, mixed with the sharp scent of smoke and burning herbs. Gradually, he heard the crackling of flames nearby and muffled whispers, like prayers.
He opened his eyes, and a fiery glow began to emerge in his vision, like the world was sketching itself back into place. Slowly, through a haze, he realized he was standing barefoot on the earth beneath a dark, starry sky, surrounded by the flickering light of a massive ritual bonfire.
His small, weak hands were holding something heavy yet cool. Bruce glanced down and saw three eggs—they lay in his palms, their smooth, slightly rough surfaces etched with patterns that looked like serpent scales. The eggs gleamed in the firelight: one dark green, another sea blue, and the third coal-black with crimson glimmers that seemed to shift deep within. He stared at them in disgust and confusion, not understanding why he was holding them or how he had even ended up here.
— What the hell?! — He jerked his hands back, and the eggs fell with a dull thud into the grass by his feet. Bruce looked at his hands in revulsion—they were still small, weak, and scrawny, but now they were coated with a fine layer of ash, as if he’d just dragged them through something burning. He looked around with disdain. Surrounding him were Dothraki, their faces showing a mix of reverence and fear. They murmured, bowing their heads, as though he were part of some ritual he neither understood nor cared to. Their eyes held a belief that something extraordinary was about to happen, and that only made Bruce even angrier.
— Goddamn it! This crap again! — he yelled, grabbing at his long blonde hair and yanking it in frustration. — What the hell are you all staring at?! — he shouted, stomping his foot and feeling tiny rocks dig into his soles. But his outburst only made everyone freeze, as though to them it was some sort of mystical sign. The Dothraki around the fire didn’t understand what was happening, but to them, it all looked like some sacred ritual. They saw their “khaleesi,” who, in their minds, was performing an ancient rite, and they were afraid to interrupt her.
'Not this… Some other bullshit again!' thought Bruce, feeling the urge to punch everyone around him, to make them stop staring at him like he was some sacred spectacle. But just as he was about to turn and walk away from the fire, something inside him, warm and heavy, pulled him back.
He glanced again at the eggs lying by his feet. The firelight danced on their surfaces—black, green, and red—they looked as if a hidden life was boiling inside them. Something clicked in his head, as if a puzzle had finally come together.
'They… They want me to step into that fire?!' it dawned on him. Bruce suddenly realized he was once again in a scene that seemed to be an essential part of the story.
— You’ve got to be fucking kidding me… — he muttered, stunned and seething with anger. Bruce felt his hands clenching into fists against his will. He froze, staring at the three eggs on the barren ground, at the strange savages around him who were looking at him with reverence. It slowly sank in that this whole series of relocations was no accident. He was clearly being forced to play along with some damn storyline those geeks talked about, and every time he resisted, he’d just get thrown further back in the past, further away from that moment in Meereen.