A Game of Death and Magic. Oh and CHAOS.
A.N: this is my first story, idea's are welcome :)AU Rated M for mature audience
Disclaimer: I own is fun.
'Thoughts'
Parseltongue'
"Speach"
Once upon a time.. we were young, let us go back to those times.. if only for a minute
Chapter 1
Harry could feel the power rolling under his skin, demanding to be released, swirls, of power floating around him, it happened when he stagnated for to long, Death demands life, life demands death, and after conquering this world and ruling for so long, his job here was done, his power's were pushing him towards a peaceful land.. let the chaos begin.
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A powerful surge of wind, flashes and swirls of colors, followed by a misty dark storm of power, were the signs of his arrival, he stepped forward onto this barren land, his every step searing the ground he walked on, deciding to pay attention to his surroundings he realised that he had accidentally been dragged into the middle of a camp, where the sounds of a feast or what appeared to be somewhat of a feast, men dancing around, women on the floor, begging in different languages, to be spared from the violent and perverse treatment..
But all this was past already unimportant, he needed to feed his magic, the cost of this voyage was terribly high, he could feel his body burning up as the portal started to close, feeding on his energy to restore the hole in space he had created while sliding.
Before his magic could eat more of his reserves, he rapidly lashed out at the first barbarian he could see raping a young sand colored women with brown hair, hungrily, almost as if greed and gluttony itself were feeding, he pierced the heart of the foul man, feeding more power into the tentacle of power so as to quickly, but painfully dissipate him, before absorbing the life essence inside his magic.
As the first exploded in a surge of wild magic, nourishing him, more were becoming alert to his presence, intoxicated and indulging in rampant savagery as they were..
Clumbsy attempts we're made by these bald monkey's to harm him, but with the wild state of his power at the moment, nothing could pierce the shroud swirling around him, especially not these short blades wielded by horse fucking men..
Left and right, men would succomb, imploding under the external pressure his magic caused, exploding when pierced and even turned to dust when his body was rejuvenated.
Nothing could stop him.
Slowly but surely cutting a straight path through the ennemy, making his way towards the overly lavish silk tent he could see in the distance, once closer to the lord of horsefuckers, he assumed by his overly long braid with ornaments plastered uglily and haphazardly, with 3 men standing in devensive position by his side, Harry spoke with a strong voice, lacing each word with his sorcery, trembling in terror all around, men and women listened as the words scraped their very souls.
"Chaos and Death are here, bow before me as countless have done, and may your lives be spared as proof of my mercy"
'Hope one of 'em gets mad so I can scare them' he thought with a snort, he loved drama, he was vain and he was almighty so he could be.
'Damned, he loved these powers' he thought smirking inwardly.
Breaking free from his trance of terror, one of the men flung himself at him, breaking his internal self gratificating thoughts, to make an example out of this foolishly brave man, he froze him mid jump, with a slight thought of 'petrificus' taking a moment to decide on the punishment, he decided he needed to figure out where he was, and what people were like, so with a whispered legilimens and brief eye contact, his learning began..
Pictures started sliding by his minds eye, he rapidly deciphered speech patterns and Dothraki etiquette, if you can call it that, he found that he did not know more now than earlier, 'these men are very primitive'. He inwardly frowned at the lack of information, the dothraki were scared of the sea and most things had idiotic names.
He now knew basic valyrian words. Whatever that was, he saw images of masters exchanging jewels and horses in exchange for peace.
The human in him disliked the thought of slavery, but the souls it could provide was tempting the side tied to Death.
he figured he would have to punish the masters but for now, he had to get out of this fools mind, slowly extracting himself from his enemy's now liquified mindscape, he looked around, barely a moment had passed, be looked straight at what he now knew to be the khal of this khalasar, and told him clearly in his native language
"Today, either you tell where to gain knowledge, or end up like a quarter of your men"
The Khal quickly debated with his bloodriders before pointing toward the south-west and gruffly saying "far to the south west lies scrolls and artifacts long unclaimed, the water is large and the horses refuse to drink it, the men of the west have tried but none return the men of the east have tried and reclaimed little at a heavy price." The dothraki inwardly smirked as he thought of the curse and the men with greyskin.
Unknowingly, to him of course, harry was passively using his legilemency to scan the mans surface thoughts and smirked, at the man before replying
"nothing would please me more then a bit of action for once"
And he disapeared in a swirl of multi-colored lights followed by a pitch black hole that seemed ro rip space apart.
He could sense the magic of Valyria, he only needed to follow it.
A/N
ok folks this is chappie one sorry if there's any mistakes my primary language is french, tell me if you like harry :p
I plan on having reasonably powerful magic being used, very often during this work, weapons and fighting, armies clashing, flashbacks to different worlds he's conquered, jon, daenerys, arya, tywin, the dog, and my own brand of humour.
Manipulation and control.
Will be rated M for mature audiences.
And I plan on it being over 150k words quite rapidly.
I need someone who knows games of thrones more to help me fill in gaps please :)