Here is the new update! Sorry for taking so long and for it to be so short but I had to do it like this. As many of you know, I had an incident in which I accidentally deleted the chapter I was going to upload while cleaning my pc of garbage. And with the amount of work I had and my personal life, I just couldn't write it all over again.

So I will upload the chapter in two parts, this is the first one and the next one would be of the same length. Then after that, it will return to the previous 5k to 6k words. Now, the next update it's going to be Overlord: The Demon Empress!

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Chapter 5 (Part 1/2)

Mountains with unrecognizable names, rivers, hills, and seas sharing no similitude with her old world lay before her on the map Hawke was currently holding. Such was the feeling of uncertainty and dread that Hawke couldn't stop glaring at the piece of paper in her hands. The Dragon Lady sighed, calming her senses before anything else happened. She must not let fear control her, especially now. Right, relax yourself Hawke this is fine, we have a map now, I can now travel without worrying much about getting lost! Hawke thought with a small sense of relief.

Yet although Hawke couldn't shake the feeling of worry, hope was still there for the young dragon lady.

"The Isle of Faces, eh? What a strange name, but then again… Thedas had many strange names too. Now, what should I do next?"

Hawke sat on the floor near the river while munching her raw fish. A few days ago, a few humans arrived at her humble home with questions. One of them called himself a Maester. And from what she could understand so far. The Citadel was a place of learning and studying. They were the ones running the show in Hawke's eyes; they advise lords and kings and hold the keys to knowledge. For that reason alone, she was not sure if she should trust them completely, not yet at the very least. The strange and hairy Maester, called Marwyn, warned her about how much the citadel hated magic and dragons. And knowing she was a dragon who has magic was a big concern to them. So she wondered if there was a way to avoid any conflict with them.

Marwyn, being the wise man he was, told her that such a thing was not possible. They would eventually try to do something to her, meaning she had to be extra careful while dealing with them.

Hawke couldn't be happier to avoid any conflict with the humans of this world. But if they dare to attack her or something else, she would defend herself with no doubt. She told Marwyn that much, so with any hope, that would deter them from any foolish attempt to screw her over.

Yet, among all of that, Hawke's mind was focusing on other things. Learning more about the world was a wonderful thing for her. It allowed her to see things in such a better way, and while she was an incredibly free spirit with a dark sense of humor and a very laid-back person. Hawke understood the world of royalty. Her previous experience with many lords, ladies, kings and queens, and whatnot has left her with an unrestricted view of how to make her way around them. The Game was not different here than from Thedas, of that she was sure of.

"I should be careful around those lords and ladies. They can be a real pain in the ass if they think they can control me or something. But then again, as long they see me as a dragon instead of one of them, they will not act openly against me."

Hawke has portrayed herself as a being of ancient times, lost to the ages and many nonsenses. Varric would have applauded her background history.

First, her name could not be Hawke, it was not possible to be an Ancient High Dragon with that type of name. Well, it could, it's not like Hawke knew all about Ancient High Dragons and gods or whatever. But she felt as if Hawke was an incredibly private name. Something no one should know about, or at least for now. So, she thought about a name that could represent her being. At first, she considered using a name from Thedas, a name of the many gods there. Like Mythal or some rubbish like that.

But after learning that some of the old gods were indeed alive, well, technically alive. Hawke thought it would be best if she does not anger more ancient gods. Besides, using the name of the Archdemons was not a good idea in her opinion. They had brought so much misery and death in Thedas; it felt wrong to take any of their names as her own. So she opted for a unique approach. She would use her mother's name, her last name, Amell. It was a highborn name, a good one at that. Elegant, unique in some ways, and the name itself meant a lot to Hawke. It was the last connection to her mother, to her family.

So Hawke presented herself as The Ancient High Dragon, Amell.

Not the most intimidating name in the world, yes, but it worked for her. Or so she thought. It didn't matter anymore; it was too late to change it.

Her made-up background was that, many thousands of years ago, before the dawn of man. Because as far as she knows, every story has to start like that, or that was Varric told her once. The ancient race of High Dragons dominated the old world. Centuries of peace and prosperity came to the world. Until an evil dragon sought to conquer the world and slave the first man. A civil war started between the dragons who thought they were above mortals being and those who wanted to live in harmony with the rest. Words could not measure the sheer scale of the war. Magic and fire changed the entire world. Some continents cease to exist, while new ones emerged. For more than a hundred years, they fought each other. High above the sky, sulfur and dead changed the world. Hawke told Marwyn that at the end of their war, magic scarred the world. Eclipsing the sun for a long night. A night of horror for the mortals, but a night of melancholy for the dragons, for her. Since she saw the last of her kin died before her.

And so, as the last of her species, she retreated to the deeps of a volcano to sleep. Hoping the mortal world would survive their mistakes.

Hawke did not know how impactful her made-up story was to Marwyn. As she soon learned about the Long Night, and the horrors of it. What started as a background story ended up being linked to the cataclysm that took place in the world around eight thousand years ago.

Hawke truly had bad luck.

She was not sure if she should use it to her advantage, or something. Yet, Hawke felt as if there was no going back now. With any hope, nothing would come out of it. Hopefully.

"Well, I guess I have to research about the so-called Long Night soon. Mm, I wonder if I could go to the Citadel? From what Marwyn told me, they don't accept women there. Puff, a bunch of pricks, that's what they are!" Hawke said with a hissing tone.

"Who do they think they are?! What can a woman study there? Are they scared we prove to be as smart as them or more?!"

Hawke muttered angrily while eating her fish, who seemed to be still alive, but the dragon lady didn't care at the moment. Her long teeth bite the fish with viciousness and swallowed it all in one go. She was sure if her sister could see her now, Bethany would have freaked out. Maybe because she has a dragon form or the way she ate food now. Regardless, it would have been a hilarious reaction for sure.

"Bethany, I hope you are happy."

The thought of her family brought terrible feelings of sadness, so Hawke moved her mind away from it. Now there was a lot for her to think about.

"So, what should I do now? There is the mirror, but I still do not know how to fix it. Well, if I want to fix it. I don't see the point of focusing on it now. I need to be careful to not screw everything here, this world does not need a Blight. Ah, what should I do now?" Hawke said as she stared around her.

"That Marwyn guy, told me he would write letters to the king to make sure I was not a threat and that we could find a common ground for peace. I would like to visit and make sure he knows I'm not a threat to him or any other human here... Wow, I call them humans now. What is that, I wonder? Maybe my mentality is changing as well? I don't want to lose my humanity at all, that would be a bad thing for me."

"Mm, visiting King's Landing right now could prove to be a problem, if I arrive unannounced. So, maybe I should travel somewhere else while I tell Marwyn, I will visit him later on?"

Hawke went with the latter. She would tell Marwyn to send a letter to the king so they could meet later on, while she goes a visit some of the countrysides. Hawke stood up and walked to the shore where a small cottage came to her view. Such a small but comfortable place to live in. There she saw one boy, one of two accompanying Marwyn. His name? Well, Hawke didn't ask for it and honestly, she did not care. Besides, Hawke hated those looks from both of them. Their eyes were full of lust and it disgusted the Champion of Kirkwall.

"Marwyn, where is he?" Hawke asked in not a friendly manner.

Hawke could say she was always a friendly person, but after so many years she has developed a sixth sense about people and she knew this two were not good.

"Ah, he is writing a letter to the… King," the boy said as he kept on staring at Hawke's curves.

Hawke sneered at him. She used her more armored form to keep those eyes away from her. Yet it annoyed her to no end. So with that in mind, she slapped the ground with her long and heavy tail, scaring the poor boy who realized what was he doing.

"I apologize!" The boy said.

Hawke huffed at him, caring too little for his excuses. "Call Marwyn, I wish to speak with him," she said.

"Right away!" He said.

It took a few seconds before the hairy maester, Marwyn, got out of his humble home with a nasty grin on his face. He was truly a strange fellow, Hawke couldn't figure him out. Marwyn wanted to know everything about magic, even though he was not capable of doing magic himself. Well, at least he was honest. Hawke would tell him about it, just enough to satisfy his curiosity about the subject.

Marwyn smiled at Hawke as he approached her. "Ah, my lady Amell! What can I do for you?" Marwyn said.

Hawke frowned at the way he called her Lady Amell. But then again, what else should he call her? Her highness the Ancient High Dragon Amell? How mouthful it was. So with that in mind, Hawke accepted to be called lady Amell.

Well, it reminds me of my mom. I don't know how should I feel about it. Hawke thought.

"Archamaester Marwyn, could you send a letter to king Rhaegar in my name?" Hawke asked.

"Oh, to king Rhaegar? Well, of course! What should I write to him?" Marwyn asked with intrigue.

"I would like a meeting with him, at his earliest convenience."

"A meeting? I see now. Do you hope to ease the king's mind?"

"That's what I'm hoping. Please inform the king of my intentions."

Marwyn nodded as he wondered what would end up happening in the future. What would the king do now? Would he allow the Ancient Dragon to roam free? Would he force her to obey him or his daughter, the princess Rhaenys? From what I have seen, I doubt, she would obey anyone. Yet I can't feel but thrilled at the notion of the unknown. What will happen to Westeros, to this world now? I can't wait to see it! Marwyn thought.

"I will do as you told, however, I would like to add more information about yourself. Would that be alright with you, my lady?" Marwyn asked.

"I agreed, it's a sound idea. What should I add about myself? What type of information would be good for the king to know?" Hawke asked.

"Perhaps, we should add something basic like where are you from? Or your age?" Marwyn suggested.

It could truly be something more important than her age or where she was from, honestly. But if she has learned anything from the Inquisition, and what the Herald had to endure throughout the whole thing. The more the king knows about her, about how she wanted to avoid conflict, and her need to be left alone. The better would be for Hawke in the long run. So with that in mind, she thought, what could she say to the king to make him see her as a potential ally or friend. Whatever it was necessary to avoid a crisis in the Seven Kingdoms.

Age? What is my age? Well, I could lie since I don't remember how much time I spent in the Fade. And where I am from? Ah, how should I answer that? That's a hard question for me. I guess I will tell him I came from a volcano from far away or something like that, I mean, with everything I have said before. This is not much of a problem, honestly… I already make my bed, I should just lay on it! Hawke thought with a grim face.

"Age? I remember now, that mortals like to keep tabs on the amount of years they lived. How old am I? Old, so old," Hawke said.

It truly felts bizarre to think of something like that, for Hawke who got lost from reality, from the world. The concept of age has changed somewhat. Hawke was not entirely lying about her age. While in the fade, she could feel so ancient, and young at the same time. How long it was since she saw her family? Since she fought the nightmare? Hard to say, she does not know how long it has been.

The Fade destroyed the passage of time for Hawke. From what she knew, hundreds of years could have passed while she was in the fade or a few weeks. Hawke simply didn't know.

"I see, would it be alright to just write that you are ancient? It will certainly rational things out about your… age. From what we know, you could be as older than old Valyria. Perhaps as old as the Great Empire of the Dawn. You told me about the war among your kin. A war that could be the reason of many things come to existence."

The more she listened to his world, ancient past, the more intrigue Hawke grew. Thankfully, she could visit her dreams, or maybe if she was lucky, spirits would tell her all about it. Just like the fragments of the past, she saw back at King's Landing, maybe the ruins of the world would tell her about the past. Now, that is something I'm hoping for! Adventure to see the world. To explore and to discover new things! Hawke thought with a smile on her face.

"Please tell him that, make him understand that what I'm trying to do, it's find a common ground for us to coexist in peace. Tell him the place I came from, it's from far away the Sunset Sea from the ruins of a volcano no longer active."

"I understand, I should send him the letter at once! Oh, yes, I almost forgot… Why princess Rhaenys? Why you choose her?" Marwyn asked.

"Choose? Rhaenys?" Hawke looked confused at the sudden strange question.

Hawke thought for a second: what could it mean, what does he mean by choosing? Does he think I somehow bonded with the cute young princess? That's weird, I just like kids! And she was so cute! Hawke thought for a second what could she say about it.

"Well, she is cute… And I like kids, there was not really a reason for it… Eh, is the king angry about it?" Hawke said, not considering the repercussion of her visit to King's Landing.

"Oh, no! No! The king, it's not angry at all, he is just curious about why his daughter brought your attention so fast."

Ah, I really don't know what he means by getting his daughter's attention. Could it be that he is thinking that I choose the princess to be my rider or something? Like the dragons of the Targaryen family? Ah, no thanks! I don't want to be anyone's pet! Unless they are a beautiful and sexy woman with powerful personalities! Like my Isabela! Hawke thought triumphantly.

"I do belive the king may have misinterpreted the situation a bit. If the king thinks I'm going to be his daughter's pet, or something like that, he is wrong!" Hawke said.

"Oh! I see! It seems we misunderstood the entire situation, but if I may ask. Then, why did you kiss the princess forehead?" Marwyn asked.

Hawke frowned at the question she considered stupid. She loves children. Always have, so when Hawke so the cute princess with those chubby cheeks and face. She couldn't hold herself, well, she held back. Normally she would kiss those cheeks and play with the princess to whatever the cute girl would like to play with her. Hawke dreamed of having her own children. To be a mother, a rather complicated thing for her since she didn't like men. And she tried hard to find them attractive enough to sleep with them. Isabela being the adventuress person, she was out and in bed. Convinced Hawke to sleep with a man. Maybe and just maybe, Hawke could have a child in such a fashion but when it came down to having sex with the poor fellow. Hawke froze.

The Champion of Kirkwall couldn't do it. It was too much for her. The feeling was horrible. Hawke was a kinky person, just like Isabela, but it was the first time that Hawke just couldn't do it. It was her limit. Hawke felt dirty, so she didn't try again. So, her dreams of being a mother disappeared. For a while, that was. They could just adopt. Or maybe there was a spell for her to do such a thing. Who knows? All of her investigations and research stopped when the Templar and Mage war started.

But what remained was her love for children. So, that's why she found the question rather dumb or strange.

"I think she is cute, and I like her eyes. I like kids, an from what I see. She is going to be beautiful once she grows up."

Hawke said, not thinking about her wording. She didn't notice the eyes of Marwyn as he took those words and twisted the true meaning of them.

"So write the letter, please."

"I will… I will."

"Alright, I will explore some of the Westerlands or Pendric Hills."

Hawke nodded as she only stared for the last time at Marwyn, the haired archamaester. "Good luck, my lade. Have safe travel." He said.

Hawke walked away, and she stared at the sky, and with a sigh, she jumped. Ever since she got used to her new body, Hawke learned how strong she was physically and magically. It became easy to do things like jumping incredibly high or to just crush rock with her hands. What else could she do? Hawke was not sure yet, but she would figure it out later.

Marwyn only stared at the sky, as the dragon lady transformed into the red dragon they knew her for. Nevertheless, no matter how many times he sees it. He couldn't think of something more marvelous than that, yet from what the dragon told her. Or well, from what he understood. The future of Westeros, it's getting more bright in his eyes.

"I should tell the king about this recent development, surely he would like to hear what she told me."

Marwyn wrote the letter. That soon would change many things. But aside from the whole Ancient Dragon Business, there was something else going on. On the Riverlands, in the castle of Riverrun, a young man full of envy, hatred, and lust prepare himself to create chaos. There was no title at his name, no lordship, nothing whatsoever. But what he had, the thing he possessed, was something more dangerous and valuable. Thirst of revenge.

And soon, all Westeros would fall into chaos, because after all. Chaos is a ladder.