Viseryon POV

Usual disclaimer of non-ownership

He could remember.

The cold ones may think they had him completely.

But he could remember.

He could remember warmth.

The stroke of pale hands on his scales.

The caress of silver hair and silken dresses when the wind blew and she took shelter beneath his wings.

A kind voice promising him that he would be just as brilliant as Rhaegal. Just as grand as Drogon.

The same voice reminding him that despite his desires to be like the others, he was her sweet one. The purest among them. Her gentle baby.

He could remember heat.

Dracarys. Fire.

Sunlight shining on his scales.

Molten rage welling up in his belly.

Fierce pride watching her stand against any foe, as mighty as Drogon.

His brothers crowding him and blowing smoke when he complained about the weather as they sailed towards his own doom.

He could remember family.

Mother. The smallest among them, but the strongest. Fierce in her love and protection of her children. Pale and light.

Drogon. Majestic and frightening, but the brother he had strived to be like. Dark and night.

Rhaegal. His best friend. Always together and never apart. The odd one. His vibrant green an anomaly amongst their monochrome family. Bejeweled and brilliant.

He could remember the cries of outrage and pain from his brothers.

He could remember the echo of a shattering sound. His mother's heart.

In his last moment he'd managed a glimpse of her atop Drogon and decided then and there he would find a way to return to her. To mend the mother's heart that had to watch her child fall.

They may command his body. They may command him to destroy the wall that mother tried so hard to protect. They may even command him to destroy his family.

But that was one order he wouldn't obey. He would die first. A true death.

His body was ice now. Like the cold ones.

But his mind was still fire. Like his brothers. Like his mother.

So when the cold one climbed on his back and the wall crumbled, he allowed it.

When the icy ones marched towards the coming battle, he followed.

He would have fire again. He would have heat. Even if it meant he faded from this world.

He would honor mother's word. If he had to go, he would go as a dragon.

In fire and blood.

I've had several requests to continue this.

So it will be a collection of different one-shots. Some will follow along with the original. Some will be separate all together.

Let me know if you want some more by R&R