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The Eighth Kingdom

*** Westeros, Aegon Conquest Year 2 ***

Rhaenys woke up in a cold sweat, a hoarse cry echoing from her throat as she looked over to her right and found her sister-wife and husband also awake with similar expression.

"Did you feel that?" Aegon asked- his handsome face was marred by a frown as he looked at both of his sister-wives in alarm.

"Yes," Visenya breath softly. She could feel the very magic in the air humming softly. She looked at her sisters and brother and saw that they too have felt it. The magic that have washed over them were staggering.

"Is it another Doom?" Rhaenys looked to her brother fearfully as she grabbed more of their blankets for comfort.

"I need to gather the Small Council," Aegon said as he left his sisters side to show off his perfect nude form. His short silver hair was matted in sweat and not from their exhaustive sex session earlier that night.

The two sister look at each other and looked at Aegon's back. They remember the tales of the Doom of Valyria well. It was said that their great ancestor felt as if there was a massive infusion of magic in the world before the star fell upon all of Valyria. Was it impossible for the Targaryen to escape their fates?

"Your Grace! Your Grace!" Corlys Velaryon, Lord Command of Aegon's body guards could be hear knocking on the Royals bedroom doors in alarm.

"Enter!" Aegon ordered as he finished putting on his clothes.

"Your Grace," Corlys knelt with a hand over his fist. "I bring news from the Dragon's Pit, the dragons are going mad your grace!"

"Did you feel anything Corlys before that happened?" Aegon look down at the kneeling man.

Corlys hesitated a bit before he nodded. "The whole castle felt it, Your Grace. It as if someone took a bucket of water and pour it all over us.

"Come sisters," Aegon beckon to his wives who made had finish helping them redressed.

Aegon nodded as he could only began to imagine what his Dragons must be going through. They were magic incarnate after all.

"I will need your help to calm them down."

+++ A Few Months Later +++

Aegon had put the night of the Second Doom out of his mind after searching for news if anything were amissed in Essos. To his puzzlement no report of anything resembling the Doom was reported, that was -until today.

"Repeat yourselves again Ambassadors?"

Kneeling before the Iron Throne was a representative from High Garden and Casterly Rock.

"Your Grace, Lord Loren Fleet have confirm what Lord Harlen own have also, another land have appeared west of Westeros sire."

There could be shock gasp and muttering heard in the halls as Aegon looked at his sisters for council.

"Your Grace, an Ambassador from the North says that he has urgent news to deliver!" Aegon Maester, Jonah reported his face looking frantic.

"Let him in!" Aegon commanded and watch as a scruffy looking man with animal belts on his shoulders rushed in and kneel before him.

"Your Grace! Lord Torrhen send words of another land that have appear beside us!" the Northman rushed out hurriedly. The man in question shrugged off the whispers of the court about being uncouth, not even introducing himself properly.

Aegon frown intensely at the implication. A land mass does not appear overnight. Base on what the Tyrell say, they were able to trace it's coast all the way as south as Dorne, but with the news of the Northman, could it be stretch the entirety of Westeros itself?!

The worse Aegon thought that could have happened was the new clutches of Dragon's eggs that his three dragons have birthed. All of them as if in response to the magic had laid three more eggs each. Aegon was once more cut of his thoughts as the Maester once more ran into the throne room with a wild look in his eyes.

"Your Grace, D-Dorne Prince is here to beg an audience!"

Aegon steel his face as he gave a short stiff nod, he was made sure he sat regally as the Drone representative walked in. Prince Nymor Martell entered, his head held high. Curiously, in his hand was a box almost as big as his stomach.

"Dorne greets the ruler of Westeros," Nymor bowed respectfully. "But bring dire news."

Aegon looked at the assorted men before him, each representing a small part of his kingdom. The Northman had a rough and bearded face. It was messy, unkempt almost with animal furs adorning his shoulders. He was the biggest of the bunch.

The Lannister Ambassador was a well groom man, wearing red the color of his House. He was in armor that was not fancy which spoke he value utility over pomp. As if to counter that, the Tyrell man wore very elaborate armor with intricate designs of roses on it. But where the Lannister man was well groom, the Tyrell man put him to shame. Clearly this man spent many hour in front of a vanity.

The last man represented his current bane, the Kingdom of Dorne, their mode of dress was wholly different from the others and seem to have more in common with Essoian than the rest of Westeros. But their darker olive color skin stood out too among Essos.

"If it is about the land mass, my Wardens have already informed me," Aegon stretch his hand to encompass the three representative. "The fact that this land mass stretches the entirety of Westeros is disconcerting.

Prince Nymor face however remained grave. "Then have your subjects met the new inhabitants of this new land to our west?"

Aegon look to his three ambassadors but they all shook their heads.

"We have only coast it but did not dare land without your permission, your grace," the ambassador the Westerland explained.

Aegon narrowed his eyes and highly suspect that Loren was intent on gathering a fleet to make a beach head on this new land, if they haven't already set sail. He saw the Tyrell man avert his eyes, only the Northman looked nonplussed. It amazed him that the North were the more loyal and less duplicitous kingdom under his rule.

"Dorne have," Nymor spoke up in a flat tone and saw the other two men from High Garden and Casterly Rock gave him an envious glare. "We sent a fleet of thirty ship to explore their southernmost part near us."

Aegon remained silent and looked at Prince Nymor to clarified.

"And what manner of men are they?" Rhaenys who had been silent up until now asked. Her curiosity was well known to the trio siblings.

Suddenly Prince Nymor opened the box causing the royal guards to drew out their weapon while stepping in front of their king. With a quick motion he reach into the box and lift up the object in his hand causing everyone to gasped in horror.

"They're not men," Nymor held the large head of a creature with a long crooked nose, blue color hair, to match it's light purple face, It had more sharp long tusk protruding out of it's lower jaw, and it's ears show signs of piercing. "They're monsters."

Aegon rose up from his throne and study the feature face. It look like it could give off human like expression.

"You encounter these monsters? How many where there?"

Nymor clearly enjoyed the shock expression of the Court before his face turned grave.

"Tens of thousands."

That brought yet another gasp to the audience and Aegon could swear some of the Westerois women fainted.

"You are certain?"

"We had two hundred fighting men on each ship, with enough labor to being construction of a harbor fort at what is known as Nymor Foot," Nymor replied softly. "Total together we had six thousand spears of Dorne ready to fight off any hostile forces that might challenge our claim."

Aegon did not miss Nymor challenging look to him and the rest of his ambassador. In other words, Dorne had been prepared to fortified the new land and defend it from his forces if need be.

"Less than two weeks ago, a large horde of these monster attacked our encampment in the dead of night," Nymor began and he saw the people around him riveted to his tail. "These creature must have pretty good night vision as they pass our patrol and was inside the camp before we knew it."

Aegon could see the pained expression on Nymor face.

"Eventually they were overwhelmed by the creatures and their ships were captured."

Aegon saw the alarm on the other's faces.

"Captured? Not destroyed?" the Lannister ambassador asked in alarm.

"I said they were monsters, I never said they weren't intelligent," Nymor deadly words began a commotion in the room.

"Silence!" Aegon bellow as he took wanted to know more and turn back to Nymor. "So how did you get words what has happened?"

"It was a brave captain name Barrish Dyser who brought words back," Nymor continued gravely. "Those that were injured was captured. He brought tales of what the creature had done to his men."

Aegon saw a disturb haunted look in Nymor eyes.

"They ate them Your Grace," Nymor started up again after falling into silence for a spell. "All of the men that were killed was taken back to their camps and eaten for food."

Aegon eyes were not the only ones that had widen in horror. Next to him he could hear Visenya gasped even as Rhaenys covered her mouth in disgust.

"The ships they took, they had begun to manned," Nymor continued in a soft tone. "They also had magics the like that Captain Barrish have not seen before. They torture some of the men for information and with magic was able to understand."

"It was during the second night of his capture that Captain Barrish was able to break from his prison and escape with thirty of his men. One of the ships was lightly defended and so they were able to overpowered them with sheer numbers and set sail."

Aegon could hear the admiration in Nymor voice for the daring Captain.

"Out of the thirty, only six survived to make the trip back to Dorne, we have nine of the creature bodies on the ship, I brought several here today for you to view at your leisure Your Grace."

Aegon steel himself at the implication of magic and man eating monsters that were intelligent. Nodding to Nymor he saw the Prince turn to look at his squire and sent him a hand signal. Moments later twenty Dornish men marched into the Throne room with four white shroud cover bodies. If Aegon did not know better, he would have said that the Dornish men were carrying large men.

Once the four shroud covered body was set down, Nymor stepped back before Aegon and presented it with a flourish bow.

Aegon nodded to his command who angle his sword in a defensive manner and pulled the cover away. What was revealed was something so monstrous that it could have been spoken of in old legends. The thing was at least seven foot and dress almost like a Dothraki. It's body was bulky and muscled though it had a multitude of scars all over it's body. Mostly from the stabbing Aegon surmised.

"How do you know they had tens of thousands if your men was destroyed under the cover of night?" Aegon asked as he stared at the dead creature.

"Because Captain Barrish saw them with his own eyes when they brought him to their version of a castle," Nymor said gravely. "However, along with these creature, the noble Captain saw giants version of these creatures at least fourteen feet tall."

There was absolute silence once more when Nymor was finished. It was the Lannister ambassador that broke the silence as he had a panicked look in his eyes.

"Your Grace, may I please be excuse? I need to sent a raven to Lord Loren," the ambassador pleaded with his king.

Aegon eyes narrow when the Lannister man all but verbally confirmed Loren intent to claim land the new lands.

"Go, and you too," Aegon eye the Tyrell ambassador who also quickly left with his Lannister counterpart.

A moment latter a commotion made itself known as the court began talking among themselves.

"Silence!" Aegon shout instantly quell everyone. Turning to his Hand he gave him a grave look. "Orys, I want our banners called and to begin heading westward."

"Yes Your Grace!" Orys salute and made his way out.

"Maester Jonah, summon the Iron Born, I have need of their fleet," Aegon told the educated man. Turning to the High Septon he looked at the man that was in charge of the Faith of the Seven. "There are now monsters at your door, will the Faith Militant mobilize?"

"The Seven will be done," High Septon Farrah inclined his head and marched out of the throne room.

"Visenya, the Dragon Fleet should stay where they are but, notified the Masters of the Free Cities and see if they will be interested in working to bring down this enemy. Perhaps they might even get new exotic pets from this."

Visenya nodded and head off to her task.

"Northman, tell your Lord to mobilized the north, I want twenty thousand of his best to meet at Casterly Rock, he has three months."

"Yes Your Grace," the northman pounded his chest and immediately made haste out of the throne room.

Turning back to Nymor, Aegon gave him a questioning look. "Why are you still here? I probably did what your have wanted. Mobilized my armies to battle these monsters."

Dorne probably was betting on such a reaction and in defended his realm, he also act as a shield for the Kingdom of Sand.

"Let it not be say that Dorne would not do her part," Nymor answered as he slowly took a knee. "The threat that we face together as fellow men is greater than petty grudges. So long as you defend the entire realm, Dorne spears is yours to command."

Aegon eyes widen a bit at the proclamation and slowly grinned. Who know it took the threat of monsters to get Dorne to bend the knee.

"I accept, Dorne will be protected, I swear it."

Rhaenys slowly slip her hands into her brothers and look at him with a loving gaze. They had been prepare to go to war with Dorne but now it will be directed at these new monsters instead.

*** Aegon Conquest, Year 3, Unknown land***

It took time to mobilized and build a larger fleet but now, Ageon have well over thousand ships, with half of them being battle ships while the rest of transports. He was ferrying well over two hundred thousand soldiers. With half comprise of mercenaries from the Free Cities and their Unsullied. Greed was a powerful motivator.

Visenya had done a coastal flyby of the land and saw that it stretches for as far as the eye could see from the sky. Which proves that it was just as large as Westeros if not more so.

The Lannister fleet have found a possible landing point before they pulled back once they approach a large temple by the same monsters that attacked Dorne forces. So after some deliberation with his allies it was agreed that the Westerosi Armada would explore the swamp like lands, while the Essos forces would land where Dorne had lost her forces and make a fortified encampment there. The land was to make a beach inland, use the lumber to build a fort and head south to link up with the forces of Essos.

So far the Westerosi forces where making their way deeper into the swamp like area following the wide river.

"By the Seven, look at the size of that spider!" Lord Loren said as he pointed at the aggressive spider that had chase some of the transport ship. The archers on the ship had seen the creature and fired arrows into it, confirming that it died like anything else.

With Aegon were all the able bodies rulers of Westeros or their sons. He wanted them to see this new land for himself. Suddenly a large roar brought everyone attention back to Visenya who was at the vanguard scouting, while Rheanys with her dragons were guarding the rear. Already he was training new dragons riders with the nine new drakling that have hatched.

Aegon could not believe his ears when he heard the roar from his sister dragon.

"They found something that way," he said pointing northward.

Following the coast for another hour where Visenya was hovering, Aegon ready Balerion who sensed seated up top his ship. After turning right on the river, Aegon was surprise to find a well fortified castle made adorn with banners of a face of a golden lion on the backdrop of royal blue tapestry.

"LANNISTER!" Aegon whirl on the ruler of Casterly Rock, rage in his eyes. However, his temper cooled when he saw the slack jaw looked of Loren as he stared at the same banner.

From inside the fort Aegon heard trumpet blare before men in grey-blue armor manned the walls with arrows. He could see ballista of various sort pointed at his forces before several larger creature flew away. Visenya made to follow but Aegon signal for her to stay back by Balerion roar.

"Tell the fleet to hold, those are men on those walls!"

Aegon commanded as he heard the signal being passed down.

"Sent in someone to parley."

"I volunteer for this Your Grace," a red woman name Morgana offered. She and a small contingent of Red Battle Priest came to offered their service in the name of their god R'hllor.

"Orys will go but he can take you with him," Aegon let the dark haired beauty knew exactly who was in charge.

"As you command Your Grace," Morgana bowed low immediately in submission.

Aegon watch with trepidation as the small boat with Orys and the Red woman made it's way to the fort. He smiled when he realized these were reasonable men when they did not fire.

+++ Stormwind +++

Visenya eyes widen as she looked at the magnificence of the City of Stormwind before her and could not help but marvel at it's size and scale. It was clear on the other side of this new land, but heavily fortified. If she had to guess she would say that it was almost half the size of Harrenhal. Flying beside her twelve of these smaller creatures called Gryphons, something that look like a cross between an eagle and lion.

On each of the Gryphon was a representative from Westeros and the Red woman who had used her magic to help them understand one another. Aegon had let her go to negotiate on his behalf, she was someone that spoke with his authority but ultimately expendable if things took a turn for the worse. She knew Aegon did not bother notifying the Essoian forces, and from what they had been able to make out, Visenya would estimate that the Kingdom of Stormwind was as large as the Vale, Crownland, High Garden and Casterly Rock put together.

While the Gryphons banked into the aviary, her dragons were too large to do so, instead Vhagar flew by the keep and landed in the water, letting her get off. She could see the cities guards, who were wearing intricate year simplistic armor designs. She hated to say it but she was impressed by the force of arms that was present so far, still they numbered far less than she had expected.

Unknown to all, they were using a sibling blood magic that allow Aegon and her sister-wife to view everything she was viewing.

"Milady, this way please," a handsome man in armor with golden trim had came out to greet her and extended a hand.

Immediately a group of footman formed an honor guard and marched her into Stormwind's Keep. For some reason, the only word that kept coming up in her mind was that it was clean, as if Westeros was a bit dirtier compared to the stone white washed walls of Stormwind.

Finally after a short while, Visenya found herself entering the throne room of Stormwind and saw seated on it's throne was a man around Aegon's age. He had fiery red hair with green eyes, his face was handsome and strong but retain a youthful appeal. No doubt the ladies of their courts would have swoon over such a man. However, she had Aegon, and that was more than enough.

"I Adrian Wrynn, welcome these newcomers to our land," King Adrian Wrynn declare before he got off his throne. Automatically Visenya held out her hand and was intrigue that their two culture share the same greeting for royalty.

"You are welcome in Stormwind, Your Highness."

"My thanks Your Grace," Visenya have yet to subjugate Stormwind Kingdom , so she could afford him some respect now. "Your welcome was most kind."

"It is only right," Adrian reply before he climb back back on his throne and sat. "Now, can you tell me why you have brought such a large army to my Kingdom doorstep?"

Visenya was a bit taken aback by the King change in demeanor and noticed that his eyes was no longer playful but sharp and stern. He also purposely sat back on the throne to let her know who was in charge here. By this time the other representative had already made their way into the throne room.

She saw the Red woman was frowning hard while looking at everything but the other representative of Westeros was in awed. So she told Adrian about the creature they encounter, who he identified as a Gurubashi Troll and that such creature were common to them.

"So that still have no answered why you came with such a large army," King Adrian once more pointed out, however Visenya was all but sure he knew their intention, exterminating the Trolls to conquer this new land.

"It was for defense," Visenya answered smoothly.

"Well, know that the Kingdom of Stormwind wants nothing but peace," Adrian spoke softly. "We would gladly become trading partners with our neighbors to the east. I am sure our dwarven allied will also be willing to trade also."

Visenya raised an eyebrow at the mention of Dwarves.

"However," Adrian tone became firmer, more powerful. "If you do no wants to be friends, then don't make us an enemy."

Visenya merely smiled and incline her head slightly.

"As for the lands, I will have a map sent at where our land stops, so long as you do not try to settle there, I'll not oppose it."

"You are too kind your Grace," Visenya spoke as one of the king's maester handed her a rolled up scroll.

"Now if you do no mind, we shall hold a feast in your honor," King Adrian Wrynn announced, his eyes once more dancing in merriment.

"Thank you for your kindness, your Grace, May there be peace between our two people always."

*** Aegon Conquest, Year 5, Elwynn Forest ***

Two hundred and fifty thousands, that's how many soldiers Aegon had arrived with to conquer the Kingdom of Stormwind. He had lost half of that, mostly Essos mercenaries and a one tenth of his Westerosi forces.

In returned he now gain the region known as Redridge, the Swamp of Sorrows and Deadwind Pass to threaten into Brightwood. However, it was tough holding it, the people of Essos have pretty much decided not to help pursue this war anymore, not even with the riches he had promised. Aegon watch below as the his forces clash with that of the out number Stormwind Army. His forces had outnumbered the Stormwind Army by a good fourth, and yet, he had underestimated their fighting abilities. Thinking back, his easiest victory came when he ambushed the defenders of Marshtide Keep. Which had started the war two years prior. Afterward, he had sent for more men from Essos, they had surprising been able to get a tentative foothold in what Stormwind called Stranglethorn Vale. It had became a war of attrition with Stormwind falling back eventually. However he now realized that, this battle was the battle to draw out his main forces for a final confrontation.

Even now with the battle raging blow he could see his forces line beginning to buckle under the Stormwind army onslaught.

SKREEEEE!

A lighting hammer smashed into Balerion chest causing his dragon to roar in pain. Angry his dragon took another lighting hammer to the face before he clamp down on the Gryphon rider. Looking around, Aegon order his dragon to twist in the air away from the half dozen gryphon riders after him. Already Vhagar body could be found on the ground. Half of the clutch that had been birth was also dead on the ground. Luckily for him Visenya was alive, unfortunately she had been captured by the Stormwind King.

"For Azeroth!"

Aegon was surprise to find an arrow had been embedded in his upper left arm and saw a handsome young man with a bow and arrow in his hand. This was the Commander who had been giving him so much trouble throughout the two years. Orion Lothar.

Turning Balerion around he dive toward the rider and was surprise that Orion was still speeding up to meet him. A gryphon was only one fifth of Balerion size. Aegon dodge another arrow attack before the Gryphon and it's rider was nearly upon him. At the last moment, Balerion breath his fire onto Orion and caught both man and gryphon in the blast. However, Aegon triumph was short lived when a moment later he saw Orion sword protruding from the roof of Balerion's head.

Balerion roared in pain as it began to take a drunkenly nose dive toward his own forces. It was Rhaenys on her dragon that pulled him from Balerion back just in time to see the great black beast body crashed heavily onto the ground.

"Brother! What do we do? We cannot win!" Rhaenys shouted.

Aegon was about to voice his rebuttal when the his forces line center broke and allowed Stormwind soldiers to break through to flank his forces.

It was over, his forces was already running away, some discarding weapon and armor to allow them to run away faster. Only the forces of the North and the Westerlands were retreating in an organize manner as Stormwind troops made them paid for the retreat in blood.

"Sound the retreat," Aegon hoarse voice came out. He saw Rhaenys nod and a moment later the trumpet for the retreat began.

+++ Casterly Rock +++

The launching point for the invasion, Casterly Rock harbor was filled with damaged ships and wounded men. Women rushed down to the docks to help evacuate the wounded to lighten the load. Of the one hundred and twenty thousand Westerosi men, that set out with Aegon, only a third had returned. Of the forces from Essos, they were completely wiped out. If there were any survivors, they were all Troll food or prisoner of war for Stormwind.

Of the dragons, only Vhagar and three others drakes survived the fight. Though their body showed a lot of claw marks and their teeth were rimmed with blood. That show that they had killed their fair share of Gryphon riders.

This war was a disaster and harder fought than Dorne. Even with favorable condition and verdant land, they were forcefully evicted by Stormwind's army.

Worse, Visenya was in their hands.

Aegon looked up to the heavens and swore that he would never go back to the Gods forsaken land of Azeroth.

*** Historical Note ***

Following the failed invasion of the continent known as Azeroth. Aegon the Conqueror ordered a blockade from Winterfell all the way to Dorne. It was the largest known naval blockade in history while the forces of Westeros began the healing process.

In the year AC 9, the forces of Essos that had made a beach head docked with Dorne bringing news of a massive Troll army that had attack their base with magics unheard of, the Red Priests had been outnumbered and eventually fell to the man eating beast.

However, not all was lost. They had been able to mine a considerable amount of gold before they were driven off and, capture a lot of the Trolls to be put on display. Many rich Bravosian view the ownership of a Troll as a status symbol. However, in a fit of rage, some of the mercenaries decided to eat a Troll and found that it did have healing properties. Trolls are now hunted by pirates to be sold to apothecaries or the rich for their healing properties.

AC 10, the Dwarves had tried to make contact with the people of Winterfell but were driven off. When they reach Casterly Rock, the crew were captured and tortured for information. Dwarven weapons became highly value afterward. However, that was the only dwarven ship that ever made any form of contact.

AC 12, Visenya was finally released from captivity after King Adrian Wrynn was completely certain Aegon would no longer attack. A letter from King Wrynn was address to Aegon, the content was never revealed.

AC 281 – The Mad King Aerys in an effort to prove his superiority not only over those he rules but also all of the world sends an invitation to Stormwind, breaking the Blockade in place since Aegon I. The invitation asked for the best Stormwind has to offer and allow them a contingent of five hundred if they would like.

Stormwind replied and have sent the youngest captain in Stormwind history at the age of eighteen name Anduin Lothar, and the battle cleric known as Mara Fordragon.

The Beginning.

My Notes:

I saw the Warcraft movie, and this is the movie verse, so I like it. The Orcs MIGHT show up, Might. If they do I might make Westeros the Lordaeron to this Azeroth. Pretty much up to Dun Mor was teleport here to Westeros. As to why that happened? It will be explained.

Stormwind in three hundred year other than fortifying Marshtide Keep and keeping a fleet there was more interested internally. The Dwarf took a long time to explore but that was during the time of the War of the Three hammers. No Ragnaros, so I am not sure if the burning Steppes would look the same way.

Again movie Warcraft version, specifically Stormwind.

Timeline could be Robert Rebellion – Lothar – Lyanna or Ashara.

War of the Five Kings – Varian Wrynn – Sansa or Arianne