Waking the last dragon

Waking the last dragon will take Daenerys home to the the place with the red door. The thing is, that place with the red door is a second life inside Rhaegal. However, let us start with actually waking that dragon first, shall we.

“You don’t want to wake the dragon, do you?” Viserys asks Daenerys over and over again in the book A Game of Thrones. Well, yes, yes Daenerys does want to “wake the dragon”, only the dragon is her, not Viserys nor one of her eggs.

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Daenerys pregnant with Rhaego and holding Rhaegal’s dragon egg. Artist Mike D’antoni

Throughout her A Game of Thrones IX chapter, she has this realization in her mind about waking the dragon. She is the last as Bran is the last greenseer, both taking the helm (Bran a “ship”, Dany a war helmet) from the one before. Rhaegar is mentioned several times as “the last dragon”:

 

A Game of Thrones – Daenerys III- “I hit him,” she said, wonder in her voice. Now that it was over, it seemed like some strange dream that she had dreamed. “Ser Jorah, do you think … he’ll be so angry when he gets back …” She shivered. “I woke the dragon, didn’t I?”

Ser Jorah snorted. “Can you wake the dead, girl? Your brother Rhaegar was the last dragon, and he died on the Trident. Viserys is less than the shadow of a snake.”

 

A Game of Thrones – Daenerys VI-She watched until the coals had turned to ashes. Drifting sparks floated up and out of the smokehole. Heat shimmered in waves around the dragon’s eggs. And that was all.

Your brother Rhaegar was the last dragon, Ser Jorah had said. Dany gazed at her eggs sadly. What had she expected? A thousand thousand years ago they had been alive, but now they were only pretty rocks. They could not make a dragon. A dragon was air and fire. Living flesh, not dead stone.

 

A Storm of Swords – Daenerys I- Whitebeard bowed his head. “It is not my place to question the words of Prince Viserys.”

“King,” Dany corrected. “He was a king, though he never reigned. Viserys, the Third of His Name. But what do you mean?” His answer had not been one that she’d expected. “Ser Jorah named Rhaegar the last dragon once. He had to have been a peerless warrior to be called that, surely?”
“Your Grace,” said Whitebeard, “the Prince of Dragonstone was a most puissant warrior, but . . .”

 

These are her internal thoughts, her realizations. Notice how the “wake the dragon” goes from being the scared little girl thought and transforms into a personal command. The last paragraph shows Daenerys taking the battle helm from Rhaegar as the last dragon:

A Game of Thrones – Daenerys IX

She was walking down a long hall beneath high stone arches. She could not look behind her, must not look behind her. There was a door ahead of her, tiny with distance, but even from afar, she saw that it was painted red. She walked faster, and her bare feet left bloody footprints on the stone.

“You don’t want to wake the dragon, do you?”
She saw sunlight on the Dothraki sea, the living plain, rich with the smells of earth and death. Wind stirred the grasses, and they rippled like water. Drogo held her in strong arms, and his hand stroked her sex and opened her and woke that sweet wetness that was his alone, and the stars smiled down on them, stars in a daylight sky. “Home,” she whispered as he entered her and filled her with his seed, but suddenly the stars were gone, and across the blue sky swept the great wings, and the world took flame.
“… don’t want to wake the dragon, do you?”
Ser Jorah’s face was drawn and sorrowful. “Rhaegar was the last dragon,” he told her. He warmed translucent hands over a glowing brazier where stone eggs smouldered red as coals. One moment he was there and the next he was fading, his flesh colorless, less substantial than the wind. “The last dragon,” he whispered, thin as a wisp, and was gone. She felt the dark behind her, and the red door seemed farther away than ever.
“… don’t want to wake the dragon, do you?”
Viserys stood before her, screaming. “The dragon does not beg, slut. You do not command the dragon. I am the dragon, and I will be crowned.” The molten gold trickled down his face like wax, burning deep channels in his flesh. “I am the dragon and I will be crowned!” he shrieked, and his fingers snapped like snakes, biting at her nipples, pinching, twisting, even as his eyes burst and ran like jelly down seared and blackened cheeks.
“… don’t want to wake the dragon …”
The red door was so far ahead of her, and she could feel the icy breath behind, sweeping up on her. If it caught her she would die a death that was more than death, howling forever alone in the darkness. She began to run.
“… don’t want to wake the dragon …”
She could feel the heat inside her, a terrible burning in her womb. Her son was tall and proud, with Drogo’s copper skin and her own silver-gold hair, violet eyes shaped like almonds. And he smiled for her and began to lift his hand toward hers, but when he opened his mouth the fire poured out. She saw his heart burning through his chest, and in an instant he was gone, consumed like a moth by a candle, turned to ash. She wept for her child, the promise of a sweet mouth on her breast, but her tears turned to steam as they touched her skin.
“… want to wake the dragon …”
Ghosts lined the hallway, dressed in the faded raiment of kings. In their hands were swords of pale fire. They had hair of silver and hair of gold and hair of platinum white, and their eyes were opal and amethyst, tourmaline and jade. “Faster,” they cried, “faster, faster.” She raced, her feet melting the stone wherever they touched. “Faster!” the ghosts cried as one, and she screamed and threw herself forward. A great knife of pain ripped down her back, and she felt her skin tear open and smelled the stench of burning blood and saw the shadow of wings. And Daenerys Targaryen flew.
“… wake the dragon …”
The door loomed before her, the red door, so close, so close, the hall was a blur around her, the cold receding behind. And now the stone was gone and she flew across the Dothraki sea, high and higher, the green rippling beneath, and all that lived and breathed fled in terror from the shadow of her wings. She could smell home, she could see it, there, just beyond that door, green fields and great stone houses and arms to keep her warm, there. She threw open the door.
“… the dragon …”
And saw her brother Rhaegar, mounted on a stallion as black as his armor. Fire glimmered red through the narrow eye slit of his helm. “The last dragon,” Ser Jorah’s voice whispered faintly. “The last, the last.” Dany lifted his polished black visor. The face within was her own.
After that, for a long time, there was only the pain, the fire within her, and the whisperings of stars.
And we have read that Rhaegar has the “night black” armor:
A Feast for Crows – Jaime I
The day had been windy when he said farewell to Rhaegar, in the yard of the Red Keep. The prince had donned his night-black armor, with the three-headed dragon picked out in rubies on his breastplate. “Your Grace,” Jaime had pleaded, “let Darry stay to guard the king this once, or Ser Barristan. Their cloaks are as white as mine.”

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After reading the “wake the dragon” scene, and think back to Daenerys in her AGOT IV chapter, we can see  starts the process of the necromancy to wake the old stone dragons from their eggs. Blood and fire. Mirri Maz Duur is, of many learnings, a bloodmage. Daenerys is a natural firemage. It is the process of fire and blood together that revitalizes these dead stone eggs back to life.
She was lying there, holding the egg, when she felt the child move within her … as if he were reaching out, brother to brother, blood to blood. “You are the dragon,” Dany whispered to him, “the true dragon. I know it. I know it.” And she smiled, and went to sleep dreaming of home.

 

A Game of Thrones – Daenerys IX

“… don’t want to wake the dragon …”

She could feel the heat inside her, a terrible burning in her womb. Her son was tall and proud, with Drogo’s copper skin and her own silver-gold hair, violet eyes shaped like almonds. And he smiled for her and began to lift his hand toward hers, but when he opened his mouth the fire poured out. She saw his heart burning through his chest, and in an instant he was gone, consumed like a moth by a candle, turned to ash. She wept for her child, the promise of a sweet mouth on her breast, but her tears turned to steam as they touched her skin.

“… want to wake the dragon …”

*The wedding of Daenerys to Drogo is eerily similar to the blood sacrifice/death of Drogo and Rhaego scene with the deaths, and blood, and fires. I will do a comparison reading on those two scenes soon.
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In a later book, we see this taking the helm from Rhaegar continues. Daenerys who wants to assume a banner in his honor, however, it is still not a “true” Targaryen sigil, and not one like Aegon the Conquerer. Instead, this links Daenerys more to Aerion Brightflame, also known as Aerion the Monsterous… and that ain’t so good. Aerion was one of the most outstanding examples of the madness that can hit the members of House Targaryen. Cruel and arrogant, he thought he was a dragon in human form. Reportedly, he was a dabbler in the black arts.
A Storm of Swords – Daenerys III
I ought to have a banner sewn, she thought as she led her tattered band up along Astapor’s meandering river. She closed her eyes to imagine how it would look: all flowing black silk, and on it the red three-headed dragon of Targaryen, breathing golden flames. A banner such as Rhaegar might have borne. The river’s banks were strangely tranquil. The Worm, the Astapori called the stream. It was wide and slow and crooked, dotted with tiny wooded islands. She glimpsed children playing on one of them, darting amongst elegant marble statues. On another island two lovers kissed in the shade of tall green trees, with no more shame than Dothraki at a wedding. Without clothing, she could not tell if they were slave or free.
Danerys has already compared herself to Maegor the Cruel, which is odd because Maegor never had any children and he comes from Visenya’s line, not Rhaenys’ line like Daenerys does. The only commonality is Aegon the Conquerer. And calls herself back to old Valyria, and they were slavers that other cultures ran from. This doesn’t sound good.
A Game of Thrones – Daenerys IX
She lifted her head. “And I am Daenerys Stormborn, Daenerys of House Targaryen, of the blood of Aegon the Conqueror and Maegor the Cruel and old Valyria before them. I am the dragon’s daughter, and I swear to you, these men will die screaming. Now bring me to Khal Drogo.”
And the final scene of A Dance with Dragons we see Daenerys behaving like a dragon, fire and blood, as she consumes a beast of the field, a horse.
First the reader set up:
A Clash of Kings – Daenerys I
Only dragons and men eat cooked meat, he had said.
And then the payout. Here Daenerys has been starving, eating things that make her sick, and doubled over with diarrhea cramps. Additionally, as readers we know that Daenerys and Drogo have a symbiotic relationship at this point in the story. They react based on what the other is thinking or feeling. Incidentally, if the story of Rhaegar and Lyanna was not a romantic one, then this scene here is probably set up as part of that later reveal to book readers.
A Dance with Dragons – Daenerys X
A vast herd of horses appeared below them. There were riders too, a score or more, but they turned and fled at the first sight of the dragon. The horses broke and ran when the shadow fell upon them, racing through the grass until their sides were white with foam, tearing the ground with their hooves … but as swift as they were, they could not fly. Soon one horse began to lag behind the others. The dragon descended on him, roaring, and all at once the poor beast was aflame, yet somehow he kept on running, screaming with every step, until Drogon landed on him and broke his back. Dany clutched the dragon’s neck with all her strength to keep from sliding off.
Daario would laugh, carve off a hunk of horsemeat with his arakh, and squat down to eat beside her.
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Rhaegal. Fantasy Flight Games.

 

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WARNING: This next bit is medium-high speculation, but not without the reasoning provided.

 

Let us start by taking another look at a few sections already mentioned, but with a different focus.
A Clash of Kings – Daenerys I
“It may be as you say, blood of my blood,” Dany replied gravely, “but he shall have a new name for this new life. I would name them all for those the gods have taken. The green one shall be Rhaegal, for my valiant brother who died on the green banks of the Trident. The cream-and-gold I call Viserion. Viserys was cruel and weak and frightened, yet he was my brother still. His dragon will do what he could not.”
And here we see Daenerys discussing ships to return to Westeros, and it is Rhaegal with her, with eyes of gold in conjunction with a “stranger”. The odd thing being that this is the only time in the series that Rhaegal is described as having gold eyes instead of the normal for him bronze.
A Clash of Kings – Daenerys II
Beneath Dany’s gentle fingers, green Rhaegal stared at the stranger with eyes of molten gold. When his mouth opened, his teeth gleamed like black needles. “When does your ship return to Westeros, Captain?”
In AGOT- Daenerys IV, on that first cursory read where we are so excited to take it all in for the first time, we can read right past this part where the soul of unborn Rhaego is starting his transfer to necro-wake the stone dragon, and therefore by the end of this scene, Daenerys is talking to a dragon, not human baby Rhaego. Rhaego was the coin that she used to pay for her voyage home to Westeros (where she is the Stranger), just as Daenerys was the coin in Viserys’ eyes. Daenerys may end up second-lifeing herself into Rhaegal, named after her brother Rhaegar, which will link Daenerys, Rhaegar, and possibly Rhaegal as the last dragons all together.
She was lying there, holding the egg, when she felt the child move within her … as if he were reaching out, brother to brother, blood to blood. “You are the dragon,” Dany whispered to him, “the true dragon. I know it. I know it.” And she smiled, and went to sleep dreaming of home.
And then we have this section where you can see Daenerys literally takes the helm from Rhaegar as the last dragon…
“… wake the dragon …”
The door loomed before her, the red door, so close, so close, the hall was a blur around her, the cold receding behind. And now the stone was gone and she flew across the Dothraki sea, high and higher, the green rippling beneath, and all that lived and breathed fled in terror from the shadow of her wings. She could smell home, she could see it, there, just beyond that door, green fields and great stone houses and arms to keep her warm, there. She threw open the door.
“… the dragon …”
And saw her brother Rhaegar, mounted on a stallion as black as his armor. Fire glimmered red through the narrow eye slit of his helm. “The last dragon,” Ser Jorah’s voice whispered faintly. “The last, the last.” Dany lifted his polished black visor. The face within was her own.

A Game of Thrones – Daenerys VI

“The Dothraki do things in their own time, for their own reasons,” the knight answered. “Have patience, Princess. Do not make your brother’s mistake. We will go home, I promise you.”

Home? The word made her feel sad. Ser Jorah had his Bear Island, but what was home to her? A few tales, names recited as solemnly as the words of a prayer, the fading memory of a red door … was Vaes Dothrak to be her home forever? When she looked at the crones of the dosh khaleen, was she looking at her future.

Daenerys was born on Dragonstone, the seat of House Targaryen in the western hemisphere. Daenerys is a stranger to Westeros proper as she has never actually been there, however, just as Rhaegar was the Prince of Dragonstone, Daenerys is the Princess of Dragonstone. It is here on Dragonstone where she may go in to her stone dragon, the ouroboros dragon that eats its own tail end. We see one such example in the sigil for House Toland.

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