Pain! Burning pain!
The burning pain of a sharp blade scraping bones!
Daenerys's forehead was covered in sweat, and she almost screamed and pulled her hand back.
But she stopped her subconscious impulse and kept grasping the elusive flames with her palm. Thankfully, her motor nerves and muscles were not burned, and her slender white fingers were not like roasted chicken feet, burnt and dripping with oil.
She succeeded.
She had successfully inherited the talent of her predecessor, the Unburned.
"Fire is power." Daenerys said in a faint voice, having endured the pain of being burned.
She could continue her plan.
She had always known that she was highly heat resistant, but she had never intentionally burned herself with fire. The time she hatched the dragon was the only time she had done so out of necessity. Although her physique was resistant to fire, she still felt the same pain as ordinary people when burned.
"I'm not afraid of pain," Dany told herself.
She buried her hands in the bright red charcoal as if stewing sweet potatoes and repeated, "I'm not afraid of pain," hoping to hypnotize herself.
Sweat soaked her hair and dripped onto the pillow and blanket. After stewing in a daze for half the night, she licked her dry lips, pulled her hands back, and nudged Irri, who had rolled halfway off the bed like a dead pig. The blanket was on the ground, close to the campfire. Irri was too hot and had unconsciously rolled away from the flames.
"Khaleesi?" Irri was a sound sleeper who woke up quickly; she would make a good maid.
"Help me get some water," Dany said hoarsely. Dany said hoarsely.
"Do you want to go to the river to fetch some?" Irri hesitated.
Dany was stunned for a moment before realizing that the horse people rarely stored water and usually drank it straight from the river. Tea was an even rarer commodity. "Never mind. Bring me two bags of horse milk."
Horse people rarely drink water. As nomads, they don't have a fixed, safe water source. Every time they drink raw water, it's a life-threatening adventure. If conditions permit, they are more accustomed to quenching their thirst with milk and mare's milk.
In medieval Europe, nobles who had not yet seen tea often used low-concentration wine to quench their thirst because raw water contains bacteria.
For the Dothraki, mare's milk is no more expensive than safe drinking water.
For example, in Europe, milk is not as expensive as mineral water.
After drinking almost a liter of mare's milk, Daenerys felt like she was reborn. The smell of horses made her feel very comfortable.
"Irri, add a few more bundles of firewood." She lay on the pillow and pointed to the pile of firewood in the corner.
"Khaleesi, your hair is wet with sweat. It's too hot, isn't it?" Irri hesitated.
"It's okay. Sweating makes you feel better." She waved her hand.
Seeing the flames licking the pile of firewood, Dany felt happy and kindly gave Irri a blanket so she could find a more comfortable place to sit.
When Irri fell asleep, she lay down on the wool blanket with her slender, white feet directly on the pile of firewood.
At first, the flames made her mouth hiss nonstop, but she soon fell asleep in a daze.
In her dream, Daenerys arrived in a strange place surrounded by four pillars of fire, with a sea of fire between heaven and earth. She wandered through it, feeling both pain and joy. After an unknown amount of time had passed, a dark shadow enveloped the sky above her.
When she looked up, she was stunned.
A huge dragon with black scales stared at her with eyes like lava pools. Its body was enormous, its head the size of a mountain, its eyes as big as swimming pools, and its wings spread out to cover the sky. Unlike her predecessor, who passively accepted the dragon dream, this Dany is more mature and purposeful. She feels uneasy about the abnormality of the dragon egg.
She held the dragon egg next to her skin, allowing the flame to roast her. In addition to training her ability to withstand the flames, she had a more important goal: to connect with the dragon's soul.
She had to be the mother of dragons! In this messed up world, it was almost impossible to survive without dragons.
She was only horrified for a moment before happily opening her arms and shouting, "Are you a black dragon? I am your mother. Remember me. Contact me every day and give me any benefits I'm not aware of. By the way, where are your brothers? The white dragon and the green dragon—where are they?"
"Boom—"
The black dragon opened its mouth, which was big enough for a carriage to fit through. Blood-red flames mixed with black smoke shot out and completely engulfed Dany. She felt her skin burn and blacken. The necrotic flesh fell off piece by piece. The blood in her veins boiled and evaporated. But this was completely different from the pain of burning firewood. There was no pain, only a feeling of being washed and tempered.
She felt her body grow strong and solid, as if she were being reborn.
At the same time, some information inexplicably appeared in her mind. There were roughly three pieces of information about the Mother of Dragons' talents.
Unburnable: Ordinary flames may cause varying degrees of burning pain, but flames are the Mother of Dragons' companions and will not harm her.
Hatching dragons: Give dragon eggs flames and spiritual essence so dragon egg fossils, dead dragon eggs, and healthy dragon eggs can hatch baby dragons.
Dragon Dream: The Mother of Dragons and the dragon are two parts of a whole. The soul can seamlessly integrate with the dragon. In an unconscious state, such as dreaming, the dragon can resonate with the dragon in the soul.
"Only at this moment have I become a complete Daenerys Targaryen."
Dany sighed and fell asleep in a daze.
The next morning, she was awakened by Irri's exclamation:
"Khaleesi, Khaleesi, are you okay? It's all my fault. I slept too deeply last night and didn't hear your call for help."
The Dothraki girl looked at Daenerys, whose legs were buried in the carbon ash. She was scared and cried.
After a moment of confusion, Dany woke up and quickly lifted her legs to the girl.
Her fair, delicate skin, stained black from smoke, was still soft and plump.
"What's going on?" Irri said in shock.
"I am a Targaryen from Dragonstone, a true dragon." Dany said seriously, with a straight face.
"But your brother—" Irri pouted, mentioning the "true dragon," Viserys, who was burned to death by golden juice.
"You'll understand later. Now, you want to help me change my clothes."