Prophesies, Lord of Light, Night Kings, Targaryens and their Dragons to name a few are what makes most of the known world untill the END himself arrives.
Chapter 1: A Long Way From Home
"Great!" Natsu exclaimed in frustration. His angry footsteps were giving wet soggy sounds as they fell on the freshly rained grass sea. He was lost and this time it wasn't even his fault, he argued mentally. And surprisingly it was true, his battle with Acnologia was what brought him here. The scar on his chest flared, the Dragon's mere name was enough. He didn't know if he was successful in defeating the Black Dragon, but he gave everything he had in his reserve to blast him and that action has lead to this moment smelly, hungry and stuck in a freakin' forest that has no big juicy animals; at least not any came near him. He has been surviving on rodents for the past few days.
Even with all this annoyances, Natsu was sure of one thing. He wasn't in Magnolia nor in Ishgar for that matter. Everything was so docile here, there were no wierd creatures that would show themselves; Vulcans mainly. And more importantly... "How big is this grassland?!" He shouted out. There was nothing but miles and miles of grass and grassy hills and all this green was disrupting his senses.
Then it happened. Vibrations on the ground that would easily be missed by any other, but Natsu's advanced hearing picked it up without much difficultly. Thuds, a lot of them. A flock of cattle? Bulls? His nose twitched. "Horses." Once again he gave a sniff. "People. People on horses!" He connected his information and gave cry of joy. Within a few minutes he saw two riders with no shirt and long braided hair, weapons and weird ornaments. "Yo! Wassup! I am Natsu Dragne-" He was cut off as the rest of the horses that he heard came with screaming men. Soon enough the two riders he first saw began to run in his direction.
"Alright...so not a good first impression but meh. He stood there motionless, but ready. His nose, his ears and his eyes scanned the slopes of green to assess the number of riders. 'Six hundred? Maybe more...' He observed as they circled around him. "Alright guys. You made your entrance. I don't want a fight. I am just passing through." He tried and just like that a grinning rider in the inner circle leaned heavily to the side and brought his curved sword to cleave of his head. And without wasting a second, he caught that man's sword hand and pulled him right off his horse and into the ground and gave a swift chop to the neck. After that, all hell broke loose.
"Kill him!" He heard the foreign shout that clearly meant trouble no matter the language. The men charged with surprisingly fluid motions but was no match for a Dragon's strength or speed. He ducked and dodged, applying just enough pressure on his attacks to immobilize the riders. But it was starting to get annoying with the numbers and they didn't seem to possess any magic or superhuman strength to take on his magic. "Meh...it's a good workout." He shrugged before catching a sword by its sharp edge.
The Screamers, as he named them, piled up the grass fields, their horses having nothing to do grazing on the tasty grass beneath them. "What is wrong with you all?! I didn't even say anything stupid!" He screamed from the centre. There was no blood and he had to pat himself in the back for that. Because of his training, he was able to knock them out than duke it out like in the olden days. A growl erupted from his stomach. His nose lead him to one of the horses. "Awesome..." He pulled the dead goat that was skinned and gutted over and slowly burner it in his hands, careful not to char. Seemed like there was meat on all the horses and weird drinks other than water.
But too busy was he to hear two horses with their riders who rode away with alarming information to their leaders. After all, it wasn't every day a hunting party of eight hundred men be defeated and knocked off their horses. This was something their Khal would want to know. So they left the hungry Dragon to do as he please for the time being.
Natsu was oblivious to his surroundings until he heard another sound. This time, it was not the horses. The sounds were akin to thunder in a harmonic manner. Those were wing beats that he could never forget.
They did not belong to birds or any other creature. He stood up, gazing at the hill from where he heard the sound coming. And soon enough a large form, maybe the size of his guild hall appeared over the skies above him. It had shiny silver scales with gold linings, dull yellow fangs that protrude outside and bright golden eyes that were focused on him as it circled around for a minute before flapping it's massive wings to descend and land. A Dragon.
A real life Dragon. Not nearly as big as his father or Acnologia, but still a Dragon. It didn't have seperate limbs, instead it's arms and wings were a single part. Natsu gave a sniff. "You are a girl." He walked forward without a care with a big grin. The Dragon seemed to not mind, rather it gave a pleasant vibration of the spikes on its body. The Dragon-Slayer held out his hand and rubbed above her nose. "Can you talk? What's your name?"
"Meraxes." A smooth feminine voice responded but Natsu remained oblivious. "Whoa, that's a badass name. You must be some sort of great Dragon!" He spoke excitedly. "By the way, do you know my dad? His name's Igneel. He was the Fire Dragon King."
"No. I don't think we have heard such a name." He once again ignored the source of the voice and continued to believe it was the Dragon speaking.
"We? You have brought other Dragons with you?" He asked curiously when the Dragon gently nudged him with his head and purred.
"Not a Dragon, a Dragon's mother and if you would look up, my presence wouldn't be ignored any longer." And so he looked up. His eyes widened in surprise, to see a girl with long platinum blonde hair with a thin tiara holding them down. He watched as she stood up on top of Meraxes before climbing down by her wing. She wore a dark pink leather dress that reached till her mid thigh, under which she had tight grey leather pants and high boots. On her chest was a an Armor that covered below her neck, abdomen and middle of her upper arm.
"Holy cow! It's a girl! How did you get on top of Meraxes-" His surprise shouting came to an abrupt stop when realisation passed through. "You were the one talking, weren't you?" It was more of a statement.
"That is a commendable assessment." She sarcastically said before folding her arms and looking at the strange 'pink' haired man in scrutiny.
"Yea well, that was pretty easy after seeing you talk oh you were being sarcastic weren't you?" Natsu facepalmed himself.
Hiding her chuckles, she spoke. "Now speak man! Who are you? And why did Meraxes allow you to touch her?" She commanded.
"Who's asking?" He huffed, still embarrassed about his stupidity.
"I am Rhaenys Targaryen of House Targaryen, Queen of the Andals and the First Men, Queen Consort of King Aegon Targaryen, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms." She spoke without missing a beat.
"Oh, you are a Queen?" He spoke dismissively. "I am Natsu-" A certain redhead's memory of etiquette class came back. "You are a Queen?!" He gave a quick bow. "Sorry you big highness! Didn't listen properly! Very glad to meet you." He gave a nervous smile.
Rhaenys observed the strange man. He was clearly not from Essos nor Westeros. His clothing was like that of a savage with just a cloak and trousers that only reached a few inches below his knee and had sandals. "You still haven't identified yourself fool."
"I am Natsu Dragneel, Son of the Fire Dragon King Igneel and Dragon Slayer of Fairy Tail." There was a moment of silence before Rhaenys burst out laughing.
"Now that is humourous! I shall ask my King to name you the fool." She spoke in between chuckles.
"Yea...not laughing here." Natsu grunted.
She brought her laughter under control. "Listen man. The only Dragons there are in this world are Targaryens." She pointed her thumb to her chest. "My House. We are the only ones who has the blood of Dragon's coursing through our being." Natsu stared at her for a moment after her revelation. For the first time in his life, he was seeing someone else who was a complete nut like him when it comes to Dragons; well minus that one chic who made that Dragonoid and trapped him as it's living battery.
"Hmm..." He had no words to retaliate. "So...these guys, are they with you?" Natsu pointed his thumb back at the unconscious hunting party. "If they are, let me just tell you, they tried to kill me." He complained.
"The Dothrakis...what happened to them?" Rhaenys finally brought her attention to the hundreds of bodies littering the grasslands.
"So you do know them!" Natsu accused. Rhaenys was surprised when the strange peasant man raised his voice and pointed an accusing finger at her but what she was more surprised of was when Meraxes did nothing. She glanced at her child who merely turned away. This was rather an unusual behaviour, come to think of it, everything was. "-and they were screaming like shit-" Her attention was brought back to the man who was actually continued to shout out nonsense.
"Silence." Natsu nearly bit his tongue off while swallowing the overflowing amount of words. "It would seem you have something mysterious in your person." She spoke.
"Well duh. I am wearing a badass cloak and have Dragon Slayer magic." He swished his cloak and Rhaenys had the decency to blush when she saw the seasoned muscular body with battle scars. "By the way, Mexy, can you give me a boost? A bit of fire. I missed how Dragon fire tasted." The next thing Rhaenys knew was her Dragon raising up and craning her head back before letting out a breath of yellow and crimson fire at the strange man.
"Meraxes!" Rhaenys exclaimed as she watched the Dragon fire wholly engulf the man. And just as she was about to ask the Dragon to stop, the sound of slurping was heard. "Mother of Dragons..." She had her jaw hanging. There, in the centre of the magical fire, a form was beginning to clear.
Natsu had both arms clenched to the sides and knees bent with his mouth wide open and like a vortex, the fire spun inside and down his throat. The Dragon stopped and looked at the Slayer in awe just like her mother was. Natsu let out a sigh and wiped his mouth. "That was delicious!"
"What are you?" Rhaenys asked, taking a step closer to her Dragon.
With an annoyed face he answered the Queen. "Ugh I just told you. Dragon Slayer, Son of Igneel, Fairy Tail wizard."
"That does not explain how you can consume fire." She stated with narrowed eyes.
"Well...I got Dragon scales to dissolve fire, Dragon lungs to breath fire and claws to attack with fire." He spoke with his arms folded. "So in simple words, you can't use fire against me." He closed his eyes and gave himself a nod. "Well... lightning, Air, Iron and a bunch of other elements too." He added while rubbing his chin.
"You are no human." That was all the woman could say.
There was a sharp intake of breath. He felt his heart beat wildly. People before him had told him that in shock and fear, mostly bandits. Back then, he believed that he was a human, but now, after Zeref's revelation, he did not know what he was. He wasn't human for sure, at least not anymore. He wasn't a Dragon, but had a Dragon father, he wasn't a demon but his flesh and veins had demonic essence in them.
Rhaenys heart throbbed wildly at the intensity of his obsidian eyes that stared into the ground. This feeling didn't have a romantic origin, it felt as if her blood knew his. A kin. "Hmm...I guess not." He agreed quietly.
"You said you are a wizard. The only known Wizard's who could perform feats such as you did here with Dragon fire belong to history and they were of Old Valyria." Rhaenys leaned on her Dragon. "But your hair and your eyes...even the skin, you do not appear to be like us." She spoke while observing the man.
"Hmm...that's pretty racist man...but I am pretty sure that I am not Valyrian." Natsu turned around and walked to the knocked out Dothrakis.
"Where do you think you are going?" The Queen questioned in shock at how the man turned his back to her. He just gave a wave without stopping.
"I have a lot to do princess. Maybe some other time." He said nonchalantly.
Rhaenys was about to retort, but chose against it. Mainly due to her having spent enough time in Essos and had a long flight back. And her brother would be thrilled to know what has happened here. But right now, she had a mission. On the back of the Dragon was a saddle and at the side a pouch cover flapped in the wind, uncovering the content it held. A brown leather bind book with the letters E. N. D written. Rhaenys covered the pouch and got on top of the Dragon, giving one last glance at the Dragon Slayer like her Dragon did before taking off back to Dragonstone.
"That was weird..." Natsu stopped to look back at the disappearing forms of the Dragon and the woman. "I bet I smelled something familiar on her." His train of thoughts were cut short by the screaming of an incoming horde of thousands of Dothraki screamers. A broad grin came over his face before his fist lit up and he drove it into his open palm. "Alright! Let's do this! Rarrghhhhh!" He cocked back his flaming fist and slammed it onto the ground and like a wave of water, the Great Grass Sea's land ruptured and flew up, capturing the Dothrakis in its way and tumbling them off their horses and into the broken ground.
The Khal got up on his knees after he pushed over his men who have piled over him to stare at the demon that they faced. He didn't believe when he heard his hunting party was defeated by one man but now he knew it was no man. He drew his arakh and charged the hundred yards that separated him and just as he was in arms length, he swung his weapon to cleave the demon's head. He vaguely saw the pink haired man lift his hand, but the immobilized arakh was what brought his attention back. His screaming stopped as he stared into the face of a very very uninterested man. "Demon!" He spoke in his tongue before he felt his breath leaving his body from the sudden painful intrusion that pushed his abdomen muscles inside.
He took the Khal's arakh and the giant black stallion that got up from his fissure and began grazing. "Yippee ki yay dumbass!" He got on the horse and shouted as he rode away to the horizon with a broad grin as the wind picked his hair and his eyes seeing the future filled with adventure- "Oh wait! Stop. Need to take supplies first, stupid." He slapped his forehead and rode back to the hunting party who were now awake and was strangely cutting their braids. "Meh. Gay." No one stopped him when he took some more of the remaining meat and a dagger. "Ok now I will conclude-fuck it. I'm outta here." He grunted, not bothering to repeat his earlier line and simple pulled the reins and went on his way to a better populated area.
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I know. I haven't updated my other fics. But writer's block ain't moving and GOT was in my mind for quite sometime.
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