All language subtitles for 09 House Targaryen by viserys targaryen

VISERYS: This world wasn't always
so small and petty.

Thousands of years ago,
while the rest of men prayed to gods,

the Valyrians became them.

Through magic or sheer will,

they mastered
the greatest creatures in history.

A horse grants man dominion over the land,
a ship, over the sea.

But dragons gave us the sky,
and everything, and everyone beneath it.

At its height,
my ancestors ruled the known world.

Whatever parts we didn't
weren't worth knowing.

Our capital of Valyria
shamed the magnificent cities of the east,

for hammers and chisels were no match
for dragonfire and sorcery.

It was a city and an empire
built to last until the end of time.

It didn't.

Four hundred years ago,
the Doom fell on Valyria.

Mountains cracked open like eggs.

Lakes and rivers boiled.

Fountains of fire, ash and smoke
spewed from the ground,

so high and so hot
that even dragons burned in flight.

The land splintered,
and the angry sea rushed in.

In hours, the greatest city in history
became history.

But my ancestors didn't burn or drown
with the rest of their race.

Twelve years before the Doom,
despite the sneers of his rivals,

Aenar Targaryen
abandoned the capital with his family.

Legends claim that his daughter foresaw
the destruction of the city in a dream.

More likely, Aenar met with
some mishap at court

and chose exile over execution.

He and House Targaryen slinked away
to a dreary, remote, godforsaken island.

Forsaken no longer.

With arts now lost to the world,

we transformed a tiny outpost
into Dragonstone,

a fortress fit for the last dragonlords.

Then Aenar's descendants settled into it
like a tomb for their lost homeland.

Until Aegon.

When he looked east,

he saw the past, old, tired, dead.

But when he looked west,

he saw the future,

gold in the ground, gold in the fields,

and no dragons in the sky but his.

He and his sisters Rhaenys and Visenya
flew over the great continent,

ostensibly visitors to a strange land.

But when Aegon returned,

he ordered construction of a massive table
carved in the shape of Westeros,

with all the notable rivers and mountains
that they had seen.

A personal map of the Seven Kingdoms,

then ruled by seven squabbling families.

House Durrandon held the Stormlands
from their seat at Storm's End,

due south of Dragonstone.

House Hoare of the Iron Islands had
also conquered and enslaved the Riverlands,

and ruled them from Harrenhal,

a monstrous castle
rising on the shore of the Gods Eye.

House Stark held the frozen
wasteland of the North,

the oldest, largest
and emptiest of the kingdoms.

House Lannister held the Westerlands,

the wealthiest kingdom,
thanks to their gold mines.

House Gardener held the Reach,

the second wealthiest kingdom,
thanks to their crops.

House Arryn held the Vale,
or rather the Vale held them.

The mountains were impassable
except through the Bloody Gate,

which had never been taken.

House Martell held the deserts of Dorne,

probably because no one else wanted them.

Together, the Seven Kingdoms
made Westeros,

a realm that wasn't yet a realm,

ruled by great families
who didn't know what greatness was.

Aegon would teach them.