"Asdf."- Speaking
'Asdf.' - Thinking
"Asdf!"- Thu'um
A/N: For those unsure how tall Aerydor is, I imagine him as around six foot five inches or six foot six inches.
North East, Coast of Valyria:
It was now night time, the air around a figure facing eastward was cold, a refreshing change of pace for him. He stood on a beachline, the sand was a bit grey than normal, behind him were steep hills with bumps The reason why the figure was looking eastward? An island, close enough to be visible, with only the familiar gleam of hundreds of man-made torches indicating a city.
He sighed. "I guess that island is where I'm starting. I just hope it has anything worthwhile on it." Scratching his face, Aerydor finally felt the weight of the new quest on his shoulders. The Bloodskal Blade that was strapped to his back didn't help with the weight either.
"Don't tell me that the great Dovahkiin is feeling tired already. We've only just begun this quest of yours!"
A familiar sound of a dragon speaking, gave Aerydor the strength to smile. He felt a literal weight on his left shoulder, and the feeling of claws digging into his body, but gentle enough not to draw blood. Aerydor turned to see the dragon: it was the size of a normal house cat, light red scales, pale underbelly, neck and chest; bat-like wings with the membranes being pale with patches of them having purple and red splotches. One thing that the dragon didn't have, were the spikes though that could be because of the dragon technically being a newborn, Aerydor rationalised.
The dragon's name?
"Well Odahviing. We can't all be immortal dovah's can we." The reborn Dragonborn said with a sarcastic tone. "Besides, I think it's past your bedtime?"
Odahviing turned his small head towards Aerydor and growled. Though because of the new body, it sounded nothing more than a hiss, making Aerydor chuckle.
"You are lucky that I am in this whelp of a body." Odahviing continued to hiss to the Dragonborn's amusement. After a while, the two stopped their banter and looked back over to the island.
"How are we going to get over there?" Odahviing pondered.
"Be easy for you, you could fly over there." Aerydor said.
"Maybe I will do that Dovahkiin." The Red Dragon said. "Circle over the city, then fall back to here. Their curiosity at a dragon appearing will make them send scouts." Odahviing finished with a smug tone.
Aerydor nodded at the plan. "Except they could not send scouts, they could send soldiers instead to hunt the 'dragon'. Also, I'm not sure if you have noticed but you don't look like a dragon. More like a scaly bird." The Dragonborn said with a smile.
Hissing again, Odahviing spoke. "If they come with soldiers, I shall Ag, burn, them for daring to attack me!"
Aerydor shook his head in exasperation. He whispered under his breath with exasperation. "...Dragons." Unfortunately, Odahviing heard it.
"What was that?!" The Dragon didn't smile, but scowled, at his friend's words.
Aerydor thought for a moment, Odahviing's plan had merit, and they didn't have anything to use to get to the island. Any other plan that Aerydor could think up: swim to the island, build a large fire and hope any ships or even the islanders would notice; the list went on, ended with him thinking of Odahviing's idea.
"Alright Odahviing." Aerydor started. "We'll go with your idea. Can you still use the 'fire breath shout'?" He asked.
Odahviing turned his pale blue eyes at Aerydor, annoyance seeping through them, the Dragon turned his eyes back forwards before shouting.
"YOL! TOOR! SHUL!"
A small stream of fire flew from the Dragon's mouth but quickly ended with small wisps of black smoke escaping Odahviing's maw.
"That good enough Dovahkiin?" Pride and smugness was something that dragons were filled with, due to indoctrination by Alduin and personally experiences of the beasts. Who wouldn't think that their superior after centuries of being the top predator in the world. Odahviing wasn't any different.
"That's good enough." Aerydor nodded. "Just...be careful old friend." His voice was clear about his concern for the Dragon, who just nodded back seriously.
"I will Dovahkiin. Rest assured, that I will be hasten to grab their attention and be back with nary a scratch on my welp body." And with that Odahviing raised his wings, he flapped them rapidly, and flew towards the island.
As he watched the dragon that pledged his life to follow him fly away, the way that he met Odahviing again was unexpected.
"At least this gives me a head start. However I still don't know where to begin. I could conquer the world but that might take too long before the White Walkers arrive. It might be better to conquer an area big enough to supply with enough weapons and training to combat the Walkers; but if I have to, I'll conquer the every land under the sun." Aerydor promised, his soul proclaiming it to the heavens above, and across the earth.
The sheer stature of the vault was impressive to look at, though Aerydor didn't physically react.
"...Dovahkiin…"
A whisper, gravelly yet powerful, gained his attention. "Who's there? How do you know who I am?" He ordered.
"...Over here…"
The voice was to his right. He turned cautiously, it was from a wall? The Dragonborn walked up to it slowly.
"...Behind…"
"Behind? Behind the...wall?" Aerydor wondered.
"...Behind...Behind...Behind…"
Aerydor hummed. "I guess so." He took a deep breath and shouted.
"FUS! RO! DAH!"
The blue energy of the shout demolished the wall, revealing another hallway, bricks of the vault scattered along the floor of the revealed path. Aerydor stepped over the broken pieces to see something that stopped him in his tracks, his breath escaping him; he even thought that his eyes might pop out of his sockets when his eyes widened.
A flag.
A red flag with gold outlining it.
And a black dragon shaped into a diamond.
The flag of the Imperial army.
Of Cyrodiil.
"H-How?! How is this here?!" Aerydor couldn't believe it! How was the flag of his father's homeland here?!
"...Dovahkiin…"
There was that whisper again, this time below the flag.
A Word Wall, it wasn't as big as the ones back in Skyrim but it still held the usual shape with the Dovah language on it. Three words particularly glowed with power.
Those words?
"...Kos, Kiin, Dovah? Be, Born, Dragon?" Aerydor was confused for a split second. "Was there someone who could use the Thu'um here? Another Dragonborn?" He moved forwards and the three words of power, for lack of a better term, connected to Aerydor's soul.
The words filled his mind and the inner core of his soul, and with that, another shout had been added to his long arsenal.
CRACK!
Aerydor turned swiftly, his sword ready to skewer anything that appeared hostile. However, nothing appeared to attack him. Only a spider web-like crack wrapped itself around the right end of the Word Wall. Then a quick blink later, the right end of the Word Wall shattered.
Three peculiar stone fell from the crack. They were large egg shapes, with scales instead of a normal smooth surface that is associated with eggs. One egg was a light red with red and purple blotches, another was a simple golden-green mixture and the last one was almost the same except for golden, it was grey instead.
"What are these?" Aerydor wondered, they weren't eggs from a chicken, and they had scales like a drag-
"Oh…I guess dragons are born differently here." Then he thought back to the shout he just learned. "Don't tell me that is how dragons were created on this world." He palmed his face in annoyance. "A Dragonborn creating dragons...well I guess tradition still needs to be upheld from time to time."
He grabbed the closest, which was the red egg; and softly, like a whisper on the wind, spoke.
"Kos...Kiin...Dovah…"
A wave of white poured from his mouth, to Aerydor it was like his soul was flowing from his body. He felt weak, his body started to fail his mind. Before he knew it, he fell.
Darkness filled his vision but the sound of a cracking egg was picked by his ears.
"Dovahkiin!"
Aerydor looked up when he heard his title, Odahviing was flying back, Aerydor could feel smugness grow within the dragon.
He stopped his thoughts for a moment.
'How do I feel what Odahviing is feeling?' He thought.
Again, his thoughts stopped when he felt his old friend grab onto his shoulder again. His eyes turn to see boats approaching, specifically longboats with armed men upon them. Lanterns held onto the boats via some thin poles connected by ropes.
"I guess they are sending scouts." Aerydor said whimsically.
"Of course, a dragon like myself would peak any mortals' interests." Odahviing spoke back.
As the men in the boats rowed closer to the coast, Aerydor was able to spot six longboats with five men on each, making thiry. Their weapons were a bit varied: curved swords, shields, spears, bow and arrows. Breeches, boots, boiled leather armor that covered their upper body and parts of their legs. Helmets were metal that wrapped their heads with leather straps but a weakness was there was no covering for the faces of the men.
'Why don't they cover their faces? It's a massive weak spot.' Aerydor raged within his mind, he just couldn't fathom the reason behind the design, a quick sword or spear thrust or an arrow through the head and that's it.
Aerydor watched as the men rowed the boats onto the shoreline, their form amateurish at best, no formation, no chain of command. The remade Dragonborn shook his head, disappointment at the men's discipline.
"Keligon! Qilōni is konīr?!" A loud boisterous voice could be heard from one of the men. A leader perhaps? Aerydor thought. Looking towards the...soldiers of Elyria, he spotted them stepping forward with one leading them.
"What language is th-ack!" Aerydor flinched and held his forehead. Information burrowing into his brain like a dwemer drill.
"Bastard form of High Valyrian." He muttered. "Let's hope these memories can help me learn the language."
"I say again, who are you?!" This time, Aerydor now knew what the leader of the men ordered. As they got closer, he could see them even more: dark olive skin, dark brown iris', black hair and some of them had facial hair, with a variety of styles.
The scouts now stood five meters in front of the two beings.
The Dragonborn took a breath and spoke, in the language he just learned. "Greetings men of Elyria! My name is Aerydor Seastar, and I am sure you've met my dragon." Odahviing then hissed at the men, stopping as if realising something, he turned his head to Aerydor and hissed at him.
"What do you mean, your dragon?" Odahviing didn't like being referred as someone's dragon, though Aerydor said that because it would look weird to see a dragon not following the person who hatched them.
"Wait, you can understand me?" Aerydor questioned, a confused expression, his friend just spoke in the same language he was just using. Odahviing simply smirked at him but didn't say anything, the Dragonborn turned to see the men in front of him frozen.
"Hmm." Aerydor turned his head, confused. "Is something wrong?"
The scouts from Elyria were shocked, a few unsure
"D-Did that...bird just speak?" One man said, which visibly ruffled Odahviing's metaphorical feathers.
"Did you not hear him! I am not a simple, pathetic bird!" The Dragon roared. "YOL!" A small dose of fire, shaped like a circle, shot towards the men. Now, the group of soldiers yelped, with some screaming, in fright at the element. The fire disappeared before any of it could harm the men.
Aerydor, knowing that significance that dragons had to his body's people, glared at the man who spoke about Odahviing.
"You dare call my dragon a bird!" He raised his voice, playing one who was insulted. "I am Aerydor Seastar, great-great-grandson of Aegon Targaryen, fourth of his name and former King of Westeros. Last time I checked, I have the blood of Valyria within me. The same empire that ruled Elyria! So you will treat my dragon, Odahviing, and myself with respect!" As he continued to tirade against the men, he felt anger from beyond his control reach his soul, his aura even reacted to it. Like killing intent, the aura of a dragon was dangerous to unleash upon unready and weak-minded mortals, like the shivering men in front of him.
A couple of them even started to soil themselves. Some already had done.
"Now, you will take me to your leaders. I wish to speak to them." Aerydor ordered, however the men didn't move, too terrified at what the aura they felt. The Dragonborn however was in a bit of a hurry. "Hurry up!" Like lightning, the men each shot up and practically sprinted towards the longboats, Aerydor simply walked over to them, calm like a breeze.
Eventually, the men got their act together and started to row towards Elyria. When he stepped into a longboat, he could see that the men in the boats were frightened, but were not willing to anger him. Odahviing lazily leaned on his shoulder while wrapping his tail around Aerydor's arm.
Around half an hour passed before the longboats reached the docks, a large group of...soldiers Aerydor wanted to say, were stationed the dock due to one of the men flashing a lantern at them a few minutes before they entered the dock. Aerydor could guess that it was a signal to the island.
"Men!" Another male voice could be heard. All boats were docked, Aerydor stepped onto the dock with the scouts in front of him, they formed a gathering in front of him. Blocking his sight from the man in charge. "What did you find about that mysterious creature?" The voice was from an older voice, more gravelly and disciplined.
"W-Well, sir...w-we…" One of the scouts in front tried to explain, but couldn't find the words.
"Spit it out man! What did you find! Tell me or face the whips we use on the slaves!" The Man in Charge threatened. When the word 'slaves' was said, it made Aerydor flinch, the memories of his body's previous owner were still fresh within his mind. His fists clenched as he tried to keep himself under control. In his previous life of Drahder Axe-Gale, he never liked slavery, seeing the horrors of what it can do gave him a few nightmares for a few weeks when he was younger; With the memories of someone who had lived the life of one, it was a bad combination to say the least.
Not wanting for the scout to be punished, Aerydor spoke up. "It is because of me!" He raised his voice so that his voice could be heard. The scouts all pated to let him walk forward, giving him a clear view of the person in charge.
The man looked in his late third, early fourth decade. Black, short hair with grey on the sides of his head, black beard, brown eyes, clear wrinkles around his eyes, leather like the men around him but had more pieces to it, which covered his whole body. A slightly curved blade with a long handle sheathed at his waist.
The Legate, Aerydor named him within his mind, stared up at the Dragonborn. His height wan an average height of a man, around five foot eleven, maybe six foot, giving Aerydor five or six inches on him. The Legate scrutinised Aerydor with his eyes, a quick glance to his weapon that was strapped to his back, he then glanced at Odahviing. The Dragon now was fully awake and stood on his two hind legs, staring at the Legate with annoyance.
The Legate however widen his eyes.
Aerydor smirked. "I imagine seeing a dragon for the first time, can be...uhh what's the word?" He looked down at the Pale Red Dragon with a thoughtful look.
Odahviing held his gaze on the Legate. "I believe the word you're looking for is shocking Dovahkiin." The Legate now took a step back. He turned his gaze from the Dragon to the Dragonborn multiple times.
Aerydor thought it was time to introduce himself. "My name is Aerydor Seastar. Great-Great-Grandson of Aegon Targaryen, fourth of his name and former King of Westeros." He smiled casually, as if surrounded by dozens of men wasn't a problem to him.
The Legate blinked a few times and asked. "Then what do you want?"
"What's mine by right of blood." Aerydor replied, the smile still on his face. The Legate was confused by the response but he quickly specified.
"Elyria and Tolos."
The Legate was shocked, the men surrounding the two broke out in mummers of disbelief.
Aerydor smirked. "I see that some of you don't like because I'm a, what was it you said...foreigner?" He started to look around the men. "I should tell you, I have been in Slaver's' Bay for most of my life, I practically grew up in Astapor." He stared at the men that talked about it.
"However, since I know that violence will solve nothing. I will ask for a meeting between your city's leaders tomorrow. Hopefully, I can convince them." Aerydor knew that they should be attacking him right now, but they weren't, which means that something was going on in this city, that even the men wanted a new leader.
The Legate looked around towards his men. "Men, you will speak of this to no one. Disperse and go home, meet in front of Geiqar mo Zhosnuz's house...you, Seastar, come with me now. I shall find you a suitable place to stay for the night." The Legate's orders were followed with no reluctance, making Aerydor even more confused.
He followed the Legate through the city of Elyria. The buildings were black, with small designs etched into the walls, shaped into buildings like the ones from his home city of Cyrodiil. There was even a spire at the end of the city, near a rocky cliff face, looking quite similar to the White-Gold tower if it was black; the platform at the top had more space with pillars that held more black brick.
The two walked through the city, the stoned paths gave them the ability to walk silently, eventually the two stopped at a house; no different than the others in the city.
The Legate opened the door and indicated with his head to come in. Aerydor did so, but with more caution.
He entered to see it was a cosy little room, an unused fireplace in a corner, chairs, closed shutters for the windows, a table with a candle sitting on it and a bed. He heard the door being closed and locked behind him; the steps of the Legate walking towards him made Aerydor's blood start to flow adrenaline, just incase the Legate decided to kill him in a private manner.
Hearing the shuffling of feet gave him pause. What was the Legate doing?
"My Lord Targaryen, I do apologise for my words towards you earlier. Please forgive my insults towards you."
Blinking, Aerydor turned to see the Legate on one knee, his head bowed and eyes on the floor. A hand on his heart and the other on his knee.
The Dragonborn was stumped. "I'm sorry."
The Legate looked up at Aerydor, dedication and happiness. "It was prophesied that a new dragonlord would appear to create a new Valyrian Kingdom, carrying a talking red dragon and a purple eye. My Lord Targaryen. The Order of the Dragon is at your command."
He blinked.
Odahviing simply chuckled.
"Well, it seems that it wasn't just you that came here Dovahkiin."
Yes, I'm back writing this story. Sorry for the wait, if you're fans of this fic. I just lost my muse for this a long time ago. So yeah, this fic is one year old...that's neat.
Anyway, I'm also going to try another Game of Thrones fic, this time a reincarnation fic, you know when someone dies then their reborn in another world. I'm thinking about an OC Blackfyre, maybe son of Maelys 'The Monstrous' Blackfyre. SO look out for that. So tell me what you think of this chapter, if it was good or bad. Please tell me. If there's anything wrong, I'll try to change it to the best of my ability.
Also, if anyone is confused like, why doesn't he hatch the other dragons egg, then I'll put that in a later chapter.
See ya!