The World Quakes

                                    

                                          

Daeron and Viserys set forth on their path towards the Valyrian city. The heat was scorching and smoke began to rise from the cracks in the road at an ever-increasing pace; Daeron worried for his uncle but in the end, there was not much to be done, they were too far and couldn't go back now, they would either reach their destination or they would die. It was only Daeron's vague belief in destiny that kept his heart firm and his legs steady. 
"It is quite a sad sight is it not nephew?" Viserys breathed out as they looked at the ever-increasing number of statues that had started to litter the area as they got closer to the city. Lots of the statues were standing normally as if going through their everyday life while others were frozen in fear looking to the sky; Daeron couldn't imagine the pure terror they must've felt as the sky fell on them and sunk one of the greatest civilisations into the sea.
"Some say that the Valyrians brought this fate upon themselves, that it was their arrogance and vile nature that brought a punishment from the gods," Daeron replied.
"Do you believe that?" Viserys asked as he looked over to his nephew. 
"I don't believe the gods are among us anymore, only remnants of an age long forgotten," Daeron said with a sigh. While he wasn't lying it wasn't the complete truth, but he did not want to burden his uncle with the truth. Most people would not take the knowledge that the gods are all dead well, this would only be made worse by the fact that the creature who did it still lives. If he had his way then his family would never have to worry about such matters; they could grow old on their own and keep being looked after by their children and grandchildren. That was what Daeron fought for, he wanted his friends and family to have better lives, but that meant he would need to shoulder the burden of creating such a world where they don't have to fight. 
"You shouldn't say that Daeron, there is much to be thankful for to the gods, I thank them every day for keeping my Sister and Mother safe and bringing you to us," Viserys said in a light tone. 
Daeron shook his head as he put his hand on Viserys shoulder. "You discredit yourself by giving praise to the gods for keeping your family safe. That was not the gods doing, but Viserys Targaryens, he was the one who worked himself to the bone and he was the one who tried to fight a Dothraki Khal to keep his sister safe," Daeron stated. 
"Believe in the gods if you will Uncle, but don't forget that a man's actions are his own and your actions are that of an honourable man," He continued. 
Viserys found himself speechless at his nephew's words. He had never done what he did to gain recognition, he loved his sister and mother, and that was all there was to it, he would work sixteen hours a day for little pay to feed his family, but seeing how beautiful and healthy they both looked made it worth it. "You give credit to the gods because you did not think yourself capable of protecting them, but you did uncle, you protected them for years against assassins, slavers and starvation, and I will always be grateful to you," Daeron said with a smile. 
Viserys returned the smile "Thank you Daeron, I didn't realise how much I needed to hear those words..." he said gratefully as he wiped his eyes.
They continued walking for most of the day —or so they thought— as the dark clouds covered the sky letting very little light through it was hard to determine what time it was. Daeron and Viserys then came across something incredible; just off the road lay another statue that was similar to the others that littered the road, except it was not a man but a dragon who seemed to have been frozen mid-roar. "That is truly incredible..." Viserys said with an awe-filled voice as he approached the dragon, it was huge —even bigger than Shiera. 
"The Golden Age of Valyria must've been a sight to see," Daeron commented as he placed his hand on the statue, he could still feel an immense heat coming from it; probably due to how hot and humid the air was.