When my mother looked at me her eyes held nothing but fear.
And as I sat between my her legs as she worked on my hair I knew exactly what she feared.
She never told me much preferring to keep me sheltered and indoors. Whenever I was out there was a topic of great discussion amongst the people.
The Mad King he was called, the last Targaryen to rule. He had lost his sanity and tried to burn everything to the ground in Westeros.
I'm not stupid nor am I insanely smart but it was not hard to to figure out exactly who my father was.
As mom finished dying my silvery white curled roots into a greyish black colour I knew that she feared what would happen to me if they ever found out.
Or maybe she feared I too would become like my father.
Her 'Friends' would often ask her about life in Westeros and she would talk for hours on end her eyes going through a cycle of emotions. Longing, pain and suffering seemed to always be prevalent when she talked about Westeros.
But as soon as she was asked about why she fled to a place where she would be enslaved and who my father is her answers were very vague and generic.
"Oh! many of us suspected that the mad King was losing his mind and so we fled!"
"Balerion's father? he was a nice man that passed away from a sickness that could not be cured,"
The next day I watched her limp into our tent bruises marring her rich brown skin skin, deep bags under her eyes.
Her dress was ripped in some places and with dread I realised exactly what had happened.
"Sit down mother, I'll prepare a bath for you. I also made a meal for you," The corners of her lips turned upwards a little bit.
"Come here, sit on my lap," I complied planting myself in her lap, "Your growing up so fast! I fear you will also have to start working," Her broke a little as she continued,
"I'm so sorry I had to bring you into this life! But I couldn't stay back at Westeros if they had found out who your father is!-" She cut herself sharply taking a deep breath,
"Your such a good boy, always remember to change the colour of your hair you hear me? No one must know! no one!" With that she dragged herself to the corner to start bathing.
I stared at myself in the water, light brown skin, bluish eyes and curled hair that reached my shoulders.
The bastard son of a dead king.
'I really thought I would wake up in hell or something! Not whatever this place is!' I thought in restrained anger.
whatever this world is, it terrified me.
Diseases are rampant, children die everyday and woman my god woman had it rough! Rape was a common occurrence here.
A dozen women were violated each day! Worst of all the perpetrators got away with it to!
And never once in my life had I imagined being a slave.
The only reason I hadn't freaked out was due to gamers mind keeping me sane, as if waking up in a barbaric world wasn't enough my new life consisted of me living as if I'm a video game character.
I couldn't ignore it any longer, I had to do something about my life! I couldn't allow myself to become a slave!
I can utilise this Gamer ability to become powerful, powerful enough that no one would dare to touch me!
I'll get my mother away from this awful place. I thought as anger burned through my veins.
She always mentions how most people in Westeros are treated somewhat equally, perhaps I can take her there? But I'll have to worry about people finding out who sired me.
'Not if I attain power unlike anything this world has ever seen! I'll crush the people who enslaved her and anyone who dares to stand in my way,' The thought rippled through my mind.
Mission unlocked!
A better life!
help your mother escape her miserable life by attaining absolute power and fleeing to Westeros.
Objective:
Attain absolute power by any means necessary.
Bonus Objectives:
Abolish slavery in the slavers bay
Attain an army and ships to sail to Westeros
Take Your birthright: the Iron Throne
Time limit:
Before you turn 20
Rewards:
100 000 EXP
50 000 EXP for every bonus Objective completed
Accept
(y)
(n)
What in the bloody hell! I took a deep breath as I looked at the mission before me.
How does this thing expect me to go from missions doing chores to abolishing slavery and conquering Westeros.
My mind briefly flashed to the state mother was in last night and today she went to work even though she had been beaten and violated.
Mind made up I selected yes.
I will take Essos as mine before claiming my birthright, I'll seat on the Iron Throne and rule over everything this world has to offer but most importantly I will provide mother with better living conditions.
Turns out my plan of world conquest had major errors, one being that my mother would constantly be in danger each and everyday.
Was I willing to take such a risk? I was only 4 years old and the amount of skills I had at my disposal consisted of Cooking and house keeping.
Most importantly I'm a bastard and claiming the Iron Throne would be next to impossible.
'Thats okay though, i don't plan on asking nicely for the Iron Throne,'
"Status"
Name: Balerion Targaryen
HP: 500/500
MP: 2 300/2 300
Level: 2
EXP: 460/500
Age: 4
money: 40 Groats
STR: 5
VIT: 5
DEX: 4
INT: 23
Points: 10
Skills
Observe Lvl: Max
A skill to find the target's information
Gamers Body Lvl: Max
Allows your body to exist in a similar degree to that of a video game character
Gamers Mind Lvl: Max
Allows your mind to exist in a similar degree to that of a video game character
Cooking Lvl: Max
Grants 10% taste quality per level
Housekeeping Lvl: Max
Grants 30% Efficiency rate when completing chores
That was pretty much all my arsenal consisted of.
I paused near a lake as a message popped up.
You have discovered an underwater dungeon!
REQ LVL: 10
i clicked my tounge in irritation as i continued on passing.
Apperently mothers fear of me working soon was very much founded as today i had started tending to the horses and very soon I'll be expected to perform more duties.
Finding an isolated place I dropped down and started doing pushups.
Perhaps I could elevate myself to a higher status? I could work as a translator seeing as I can speak English or the Common tongue as they called it here.
For pushing your body to it's limit your strength goes up by one
I flopped down taking a deep breath as the fatigue washed away a second later.
'That would raise questions I cannot answer, and it's not like my treatment would be marginally better either'
Sitting I focused inwards looking for that spark of power I've been afraid to touch before, I beckoned it to come forth.
The skill [Meditation] has been created
Meditation Lvl: 4
40% to MP and HP recovery rate when meditating
Congratulations you have discovered
your magic!
Please choose 2 spells
[Shape shifting spell]
The ability to change ones physical form at will.
Mana cost 500 MP/sec
Incarnation: Ego mutatio fōma
[Wind Burst]
Create and control sudden bursts of wind to aid you.
Mana cost:
Base cost: 300 MP
Variant cost: 50 MP/Sec
Incarnation: concalo Ventus
[Fire spit]
Spit saliva made of fire
Mana cost: 50 MP/Spit
incarnation: conspuere
Ignoring the last spell I selected the first two I blinked as information flooded in my head.
"Concalo Ventus!" The wind abruptly picked up, and with great concentration on my part I minimised it's effect.
Not wanting to attract attention I cancelled the spell grinning as the euphoria washed away.
'I've never heard of anyone being able to do what I do, crushing these people will be easy' I thought with glee.
A month or 30 days had passed since I started 'officially' working as a slave.
I'd made it a habit to steal used swords, armour and shields and stash them in my inventory.
When the day comes I'll give these to the other slaves to wield. As of now i had an important date with a dungeon.
Would you like to enter the forest dungeon?
(y)
(n)
Mentally selecting yes the sky turned a pitch black and the moon bled red.
I crept into the forest, careful to look out for any danger. Not a minute in the forest I spotted a wolf easily the same size as me.
While I gained the skills [Sword Mastery] and [Basic martial arts] they were way to low for me to use in battle.
Chanting the incarnation for wind Burst under my breath I sent a gust of wind at the wolf slamming it against a tree.
-500 HP
As it tried to get up I created a miniature tornado under it's feet sending it high into the air, before cancelling the spell and the wolf dropped to the ground with a sickening splat.
You have gained:
400 EXP
You have levelled up!
Four new wolves exploded out of nowhere jaws open wide ready to take a bite.
"Ego mutatio fōma" My skin instantly took on a diamond shape as i ripped off the wolves delivering a sharp punch that caved in the head of one wolf.
Instant kill!
500 EXP
A kick sent one crashing into a tree where it slumped, unmoving.
Instant kill
500 EXP
'Man this is so easy' I thought to myself as I decimated the wolves.
I was careful to to take rest and recover my MP and HP.
Arriving in the middle of the forest i was greeted by a mammoth of a wolf seated next to a fountain.
'Observe'
Name: Fenral lvl: 10
HP: 5 000/5 500
MP: 0/0
Bio
Fenral is the gurdian of the fountain of health.
fenral sees you as a threat
With a mighty roar Fenral charged at me, jaw wide open only for him to clamp on nothing as a gust of wind propelled me to the side.
Face scrunched up in concentration I summoned a mini tornado but Fenris dug his claws into the dirt to prevent himself from being sent flying.
Noting the massive drain on my MP I cancelled the spell.
'I thought a level 1 dungeon would be easy! This guy will eat me alive!'
I thought in distress as I propelled myself upwards Fenral executed a mighty jump Jaw wide open.
'Eat me! of course' A crazy idea formed.
Cutting off the wind spell I let myself be swallowed before casting my least favourite spell.
"Ego mutatio fōma" I let a muffled scream as my insides twisted themselves, my shape twisting to what I had in mind.
I tore out of Fenral with my newly acquired wolf form guts and intestines flying everywhere.
I quickly cancelled the spell another scream involuntary coming out as i shifted back.
Congratulations you have killed the Dungeon Boss
10 000 EXP
[Infinite crock] has been added to your inventory
The book [How to read high Valyrian] has been added to your inventory
You have levelled up-
'Dismiss'
I layed on my back looking up the sky before getting up and observing the so called health fountain.
A fountain that houses healing water
100% recovery to HP when consumed.
I grinned as I took out the [Infinite crock] intent on taking the magic water with me
Ghis nervously looked over his shoulder as he crept along the walls, intent on getting to the meeting place.
For years now a mysterious figure has been helping slaves, giving them food and water that took away all their scars and fatigue.
No longer was he a twig that would die at any moment, but the great master's had noticed the change and started sniffing around.
The figure had instructed the slaves to meet here in secret.
Torches were already lit up a great number of people in support had already shown but not everyone here had the same interests at heart.
"Are we really going to revolt? I've seen many who come and promise freedom but they all perish!" An elderly man commented.
Ghis was quick to speak up, "This is different! The mysterious figure performs miracles! He healed us with with his magic water! Not just us but our children as well!"
The elder snarled, "A witch then! That is what he is are you all willing to serve a witch?"
Ghis opened his mouth to rebuke only for a voice to cut him off.
"I see you have all arrived, excellent" The figure appeared seemingly out of nowhere.
An eree silence befall them before the elder opened his vile mouth.
"You! You have promised us freedom! How do you plan to defeat the great master's? They have slave solders at their back and call," He paused to take a breath, "What's more you do not show us your face! How can we follow someone we cannot see?"
The figure calmly replied, "The solders have agreed to not interfere when we put the the great masters down" He raised his hand to silence the barrage of questions that followed.
Ghis asked, "When do we begin?"
"Now!" The figure's cloak billowed even though there was no wind.
Swords, Shields and Armour came out in abundance.
Mesmerized Ghis watched as the figure pulled his hood down, Silvery white hair is what he noticed first, as his eyes focused he noted that this was nothing but a boy no older than 12.
The boy held out his palms as the wind picked up, the fire from the torches burned significantly brighter.
"My name is Balerion Targaryen son of Aerys II Targaryen and Brienne. Today I won't ask much from you men, only that you pick a weapon and join me in the fight for freedom! Your freedom,"
Ghis watched as nearly everyone picked a weapon many out of fear at what they were witnessing.
An almost sinister smile lit up the boys face, "Today we march to freedom!"
There was nothing particularly inspiring in his speech but the room seemed to shake as the men shouted their support.
The streets were bathed red with the blood of the great masters.
This was almost to easy I thought as the remaining masters were brought to me.
Observe revealed that many were plotting ways to take back their power to bad I twated their plans by sentencing them to death.
"Mother, Ghis and Asha follow me please," I led them to one of my greatest secrets.
A massive well containing the water I took from my very first dungeon.
"From now on Meereen's economy will thrive not from slave trading but water trading, as you all know this water contains healing properties,"
I explained, "I will set out to Astapor and Yunkai on my journey there I will spread word of the water, very soon you will have people coming from all corners to buy from you,"
Asha spoke up, voice soft and melodic, "What are your reasons for going to Yunkai and Astapor if I may ask?"
"To free the enslaved of course, but I also want their army. Astapor has the Unsullied and Yunkai has a slave army of approximately 100 000. I will take them all,"
"Will you require an army? I must point out the Unsullied are loyal to their masters, taking them by force will prove to be most difficult," Ghis mused.
"I have plan to acquire the Unsullied and yes I will need a small army, I'll combine it with the Unsullied and lay Siege to Yunkai," I explained
Mother blanched, "I have seen the things your able to do my son, but is it wise to take only a small army? You don't even have to sail to Westeros! Stay here with me, we will live a happy life,"
I sighed, "Mother you know as well as I do that we will never be happy not after I revealed who my father is to the people, I bet you the news has reached Westeros by now, very soon people will try to assassinate me,"
"Ghis, Asha your dismissed" They both bowed before walking away.
Mother cupped my face as she stared tearfully at me, "It will even be worse once you sit on the Iron Throne! You will have to constantly look over your shoulder at all times! Besides that they would never let a bastard like you rule,"
I grinned up at her, "Anyone with power and an army can take the Iron Throne mother, and I'm very close to attaining both those things,"
My face lost all traces of humour as I stared at her, "You, Ghis and Asha will be the ruling council here, I have handpicked solders to protect you mother, and remember to always were the necklace I gave you it has-"
"A protective spell! Yes Yes I know" She laughed.
I laughed along with her, "You remember what to do right? Employ people and-"
She huffed, "You have explained this a thousand times already! I know what to do"
I rolled my eyes at her, "Very well then I shall take my leave, I love you,"
"I love you to and do be careful!"
"A slave buying a slave? Hah! I never thought I'd see the day," One of the good masters laughed.
"Why do you need them?" One questioned with a frown.
"I plan on sailing to Westeros and claiming my birthright, the Iron Throne, for that I will need an army. The Unsullied are the greatest warriors Essos has to offer," I informed them.
"Ha! a bastard has no claim to anything, but that is not important I do not see anything of value you brought along to get you even 1 Unsullied," He sneered.
"I have something, in exchange for it I want all the Unsullied you have to offer, all of them," I replied with a straight face.
The slave masters face twisted in disbelief.
Slowly I brought my arms up, palms facing the sky as the necklace around my neck floated.
The slave masters leaned forward in intrigue.
At my command the wind rapidly picked up, the ground trembling and shaking as I channelled more mana.
"This gentleman is the Amulet of arcio, with it you can command the sky and the earth, bury your enemies in the earth or simply blow them away," I made a show of summoning a torrent of wind, tiny spiderwebs mapping the ground as it continued to shake
I hid a smile as the slave master's eyes shone with greed.
"We accept the bargain, the Unsullied shall be ready for you tomorrow,"
"Are you sure you wish to exchange the source of your power for a measly 8 000 and some men? Surely you gain more from keeping the Amulet!" Adriana, one of the people who volunteered to accompany me objected.
I didn't grace her with an answer as I followed behind the slave masters, the Unsullied came to sight.
"All the Unsullied we have to offer in exchange for your Amulet, that is the deal" The good master grinned with greed.
Taking off the Amulet I handed it over as I took the whip from him.
He put on the Amulet and with a thought I brought forth a torrent of wind, the idiot starting laughing hysterically, believing he is truly controlling it.
"Unsullied!" They stood to attention.
"Hop on one foot," I commanded and not surprisingly they did just that.
"Stand on both your feet," They immediately adhered.
The one with the Amulet let out a startled yelp as the ground trembles underneath him.
"How do I control this!?" He asked in anger.
A smile lit up my face, "You cannot, Unsullied slay all the master's, everyman who holds a whip as well as the children of the master's who are over 15!"
I turned to the Shell shocked masters, "Incendio"They started screaming as they were set on fire.
Behind me the Unsullied followed my commands.
'Honestly who sells all their solders and leaves themselves defenceless?' I thought.
"So it is settled then, a council will be formed to rule over Astapor in my absence, while I'm gone you focus on reinventing the economy, major focus being on employing former slaves in different fields and using the riches we seized from the good masters to compensate them," I stretched as I pulled myself from the uncomfortable seat.
Mother had sent letters updating me about meereen, suffice to say things were going somewhat smoothly.
People were already flocking in to buy the water.
The council had decided to reopen the fighting pits, with willing volunteers of course, charging a fee for a seat and paying the fighters a reasonable price.
'Excellent very soon Yunkai will be free, and I will have my army'