Author's Note: Hellooooo! How're you, everyone? I'm doing great, especially since I had a lot of fun writing out this chapter. Before we begin, I need to make a small amendment to my previous author's note and description of Jon's fighting style, as I had forgotten some things after looking over my final draft. First, I need to amend the skills that I am having Jon use, as I had forgotten that I had also maxed out Jon's Two-Handed Skills, so sorry about that you guys.
Secondly, the style that I had developed for Jon Snow as based off of Antoine Bandele's "Which Lightsaber Form" episode for Jon Snow, in which Jon used a hybrid of Shii-Cho (The basic form which specializes in multiple opponents and battlefield scenarios), and Djem So (Which specialized in techniques akin to Kendo, Kenjutsu, and European Longsword Fencing), whilst recommending Jon utilize Makashi (A style more akin to that of Rapier Fencing and Bravosi Water Dancing). However, as I had Jon utilize the Blocking Skill Tree from Skyrim, even maxing it out, I had forgotten the Final Form of Lightsaber combat I would attribute to Jon Snow, and that is Soresu, the form that focuses entirely on defensive techniques. Now, in my previous story, there was a Reviewer who is anonymous at the moment cuz he used the Guest Status, but he/she made a very decent point about Two-Handed not being used to it's full potential with a two-handed weapon. I agree with this since I played Skyrim and had to test out the Blocking Skill Tree, but I found there are actual weapons that reward the player for blocking and "shield-bashing" without using a shield. Still, that person made an excellent point, and I had wanted to use Soresu as a way to compensate for that weakness in the game. So whoever you are, thank you for making such an excellent point, it really did help!
Now before we begin, I had a reviewer on the Prologue, who goes by the name of Onasicorp, who was worried about Paarthurnax's Role and how him being in the Wars to Come might conflict with his character, and so I'm going to answer you publicly here and now. So while it is true that Paarthurnax is a pacifist, he is a Greybeard, and in the past, the Greybeards have endorsed violence if it is the will of the gods, deemed a necessary evil, or to defend themselves. The best example of this is them convincing Tiber Septim, aka Talos, to create the Cyrodilic Empire during his time. If you want my proof on this look up the video "Why Delphine is An IDIOT - Elder Scrolls Lore" by the Youtuber called Avarti, he will explain how the Greybeards are not as entirely pacifistic as they seem, specifically at the 4:55 point of the Video. In any case, there are two main reasons why I chose Paarthurnax to be Jon's Dragon Mount, the first being I was conflicted with which of a set of five dragons: Alduin, Durnehviir, Odahviing, Paarthurnax, and Sahrotaar, would be Jon's Dragon Mount, and I had asked a close friend, and far more experienced Game of Thrones Author, Longclaw 1-6, out of the five would he choose after explaining each of their attributes, and he chose Paarthurnax, helping me settle the debate.
Secondly, I hadn't chosen Paarthurnax for his fighting skills, that was, honestly, an afterthought. This reason, the main one, I wanted to do Paarthurnax was because of his personality and wisdom. Paarthurnax is the Leader and Master of the Greybeards, and is also one of the oldest and wisest entities in Tamriel. Not only that, in my personal headcanon, he is a Father Figure to my Dovahkiin, who retired from the Adventurer's life once he defeated Miraak and went on to become a Greybeard, having daily meditation sessions with the dragon, especially once he learned he could never marry Serana, due to her mental trauma caused by both her parents and Molag Bal. So Paarthurnax's fighting skills were never what I was after, it was his wisdom and my headcanon position for him, to help Jon tame his inner dragon nature and to have someone to talk to when nobody else would. And as I said, the Greybeards have endorse violence in Elder Scroll's History, Avarti says as such in his video, so while I don't intend to use Paarthurnax for the wars, I will, but only if it is absolutely necessary.
Still thank you, Onasicorp, I am sure many people would have assumed that too, but thank you for bringing it up so I could share this with everyone, you not only saved me a lot of time with the PMs i would likely need to write to clear this mess up, but I love it when my fans question my decisions, it allows me to explain myself further if need be, but also helps me keep my head canon, and the canon for the stories with the lore of the worlds I am using to remain on track. So again thanks!
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Chapter 1: Krif Voth Ahkrin
The Manse of Illyrio Mopatis, Pentos, Wednesday, 31st of Morning Star, 298 AC
The sun rises over Pentos as the servants of Illyrio Mopatis gather the crops that were promised to Lord Eddard Stark as the man sits before Illyrio. "I didn't expect you so soon, Lord Eddard, I had thought I had at least another week to gather the grains." Illyrio says, bowing his head in apology.
"There is nothing to forgive, Magister, though I still am sometimes surprised that my son's new magic, the Storm Voice, allowed us to make such good time." Lord Eddard says, "I have a question, where is Viserys Targaryen?"
"He is dead, my Lord, he died not too long ago due to being poisoned… I barely managed to save the Princess because I recognized the poison that was used." Illyrio says, "It is regrettable that Viserys had to die, but I do not regret that he died… He was mad, and abused his sister…" What he doesn't realize is that Jon, walking with a tray with goblets of wine for the two lords, overhears this. "Not only that… Has secured a marriage to the Dothraki Warlord, Khal Drogo." Jon stops cold at this, feeling something he hasn't felt in a long while… Anger…
"Is there a way to save her?" Jon asks.
"Short of challenging the Khal, I am not sure…" Illyrio says, to which Jon smirks.
"Perfect… When will he be arriving?"
"In a week, why?"
"Jon, are you seriously thinking of challenging Khal Drogo to marry the Princess?"
"Marry her? That I will leave up to Aunt Dany…" Jon says, too angry to remember that he is supposed to be hiding. "However, I cannot stand by while a fellow dragon is turned into a breeding slave!"
"Fellow Dragon?" Illyrio asks, "Then you are a Valyrian?"
"Fuck…" Jon curses, realizing he let his emotions get the better of him. "Yes… I am…"
"We will discuss this another time, Magister, but if the Spider is connected with you, merely send to him a message that the Silent Wolf wishes to speak with him alone in Winterfell." Lord Eddard says, thinking quickly. Illyrio nods to this, not knowing that Daenerys, having been passing by, hears this, but keeps her voice quiet, whilst tears flow down her cheek. Quickly and silently, the Princess leaves to her chambers, her mind racing as she thinks how it is possible, with only two explanations popping into her mind. The First is that Jon is a Blackfyre, one of the rogue cadet branches of House Targaryen, whilst the other is what makes her feel sick, that the rumors about Rhaegar kidnapping and raping Lyanna Stark are true. Her mind races, so quickly she doesn't even realize she has walked back to the shore. Once her senses catch up with her, she sees the Dragon, Paarthurnax she thinks his name was, sitting up on his hindlegs, his neck bent as his eyes are closed, breathing deeply, whilst chanting in that language she had never heard, yet could understand and speak.
The creature breathes in one more time before opening it's eyes and looking to Daenerys, "Drem Yol Lok…!" the Dragon says, turning his head to her. "What brings you here, Kulaas?"
"I… I need somebody to talk to…" Daenerys says, "I just overheard that Jon Snow is part Valyrian… Yet there are only two ways he could be!"
"And what could those possibilities be, kiir?" Paarthurnax says, looking at her.
"The first is that Jon Snow is a Blackfyre… A cadet branch of House Targaryen, one in which betrayed us, and has been fighting to claim the Iron Throne for generations." Daenerys says, "The other, and more gut-wrenching… What if this Jon Snow is the Bastard Son born of rape between Lyanna Stark and my brother, Rhaegar Targaryen…"
"You fear the rumors about your brother may be true?" Paarthurnax asks, "Gir wah hin hil, listen to your heart… If Jon Snow was truly born of rape, then would he accept his true name, or me as his bonded dragon?"
"His true name?" Daenerys asks.
"Jon Snow's real name… Unslaad Krosis, innumerable pardons, but it would be rude and unfair of me to tell you… However, if you spent time with him, engaging in Tinvaak, Conversation, you may learn things about him you do not know Strunnahkiin…"
"Hmmm…" Daenerys says, "Wait what is that name you called me?"
"Strunnahkiin, it is your true name as a Dovah, a Dragon… In Dovahzul, Dragon Tongue, every living Dovahkiin, or in this case Valyrian, has a name that encompasses their nature, made of three Rotmulaag, Words of Power. In a sense, a Valyrian's true name is a Thu'um, a Storm Voice spell." Paarthurnax says, "Each word encompasses their nature… Dovahkiin, for example, translates in your tongue to "They who were Born to Hunt Dragonkind", although Dovahkiin wished for a different name in Dovahzul after he had befriended me and came to respect the Dovah. Yours, Strunnahkiin, means "Born amongst the Fury of a Storm", hence your nickname "Stormborn"..."
"So Jon Snow is a born Dragonslayer?" Daenerys asks, "If he were to change his name, what do you think would fit him?"
"Buruk… That is difficult to answer, however, there is a small amendment that I must make to what I have said. While most names for Dovah have three words, some have only two, and even fewer have one, but all have three syllables that can be broken up into a single Thu'um. That is the key to a Dovah's Name, three syllables that are broken up into a single shout that can be called at any time." Paarthurnax explains, "However, if you are willing, i can pass on my knowledge of Dovahzul to you, and you can choose a name from all of it. You may be able to understand and speak the language, but when I pass on my knowledge to you, you will be able to fight as a Dovah can… Are you willing to accept this gift?"
The Princess of House Targaryen looks at the Dragon before her and begins to think on this carefully, then looks at the Dragon with a brave and serious look on her face. Not needing any verbal confirmation, he closes his eyes and from his body burns a white fire that slowly flows off of him as threads of pure light flow towards Daenerys. The Princess gasps as she feels the knowledge fill her mind, and she begins to understand what it is she is saying, and what these words mean. "So it is true… You are a Dragonborn…"
"Dragonborn?"
"You would know them as a special form of Valyrian, born with not just the blood, but the literal soul of a dragon within them. This soul is what grants them the ability to manipulate the world through the use of the Thu'um." Paarthurnax explains, "It seems they were rare amongst your kind as they were of the Joor of another world Dovahkiin and I were reborn from."
"Reborn?"
"I shall not explain further until Dovahkiin has decided to reveal it himself. But know this, I am far older, wiser, and, theoretically, more powerful than Dovahkiin than this Physical body would let you believe, and I used to be smaller than this as well." Paarthurnax says, "For now, why not go visit Dovahkiin, and bond with him. If you gain his trust, he may be willing to reveal more to you, and if you need any further explanations, I shall elaborate on them more."
"Thank you, Paarthurnax!" She then bows, "Su'um ahrk Morah!"
"Su'um ahrk Morah…" Paarthurnax says, looking to the sky and taking off, going to find himself something to eat. Taking the ancient dragon's advice into account, Daenerys makes her way towards the Manse again, soon finding Jon Snow training with a very odd sword. It appears to be a two-handed long sword, but the blade is very very thin and narrow, but also it appears to be made entirely out of… VALYRIAN STEEL!? Hiding behind a corner, she sees Jon switching between one handed and two handed styles, using techniques that appear to be a well choreographed dance mixed with strong blocks, powerful cleaves, and brutal slashes on a training dummy. The Crossguard appears to be of a circular design with what appears to be a pair of glowing gems at it's heart, in which the young man soon stops once he stabs the dummy in the heart.
"Alright, I think I've managed to perfect that technique…" Jon says outloud, but then looks at the sword, only for an orb of light to appear, Jon kneeling to the little light.
"Champion of Light… You have managed to master this new form of Dawnbreaker splendidly… The Others and I are impressed with your progress!"
"You honor me, Lady Meridia!" Jon says, "Though I think this sword is far more than what Dawnbreaker is… As you still hold the original sword in your possession, no offense intended, my Lady!"
"Non-taken, Dragonborn, though you must stop with this humble attitude… You are one of us now, a God in Mortal Flesh though you may be, a God you are nonetheless…" Meridia says, "Though I do wonder, what would you name this sword if you were to give it one?"
"I am unsure, but I do know that your Dawnbreaker must be lonely and require a champion as well!"
"I believe that it is, but who would you seek to become my artifact's champion?"
"I have done some thinking on that, and I believe I have a fitting candidate!"
"Do tell…"
"Daenerys Targaryen!" Jon says, to which the Princess, shocked, looks at the light moves around him.
"Why her?"
"Lady Meridia, you know of the Prince who was Promised Prophecy?"
"I do, why?"
"The Valyrian Translation doesn't designate whether the One who was Promised to be a Prince or Princess, and I know you are known as R'hllor in this world, correct?"
"You are correct, and I think I see your point… And from what you have learned, the Last Hero also wielded his own version of Dawnbreaker as well as the Smith who forged one of his own." Meridia says, "Do you believe that both Dawnbreakers will be the key to defeating the Ideal Masters?"
"I do, my Lady! And if you are worried about her training, I can get her started, whilst my uncle, Lord Eddard, and I have a solution to finish it!" Jon explains.
"Very well, I trust you…" She then calls down a beautiful blade that looks like one-handed version of the sword Jon wields, with a wider blade. "I shall test Daenerys when she is ready to see if Dawnbreaker is fit for her, if not then I shall ask Akatosh to see if his Bow will be a better fit!"
"I understand, my Lady!" Jon says, "May your light illuminate the darkness in our hour of greatest need!"
"And may my radiance light your way home, my former champion…" The light vanishes then and there as Jon holds the one handed sword in his hand, and finds that it is much lighter than he remembers. Sheathing his own sword and setting it aside, he turns around, not knowing that Daenerys is spying on him, and watches him partially draw the blade as it's gemstones light up, and reveal the beautiful black and silver blade underneath.
"Long time no see, old friend…!" Jon says, smiling as he holds the blade, then looks up at Daenerys. 'Wait, when did she get here? How did I not notice her!?' Daenerys stands up, dusts off her dress and walks over to the Northerner, blushing with embarrassment.
"Lord Snow…" Daenerys says.
"Just Jon please, I'm no lord." Jon says, smiling gently at her, then his face gets serious. "When did you get here?"
"Just a few moments before you spoke with that light." Daenerys admits.
"I did not hear you come up, that is unusual, rarely anyone is able to sneak up on me!" Jon says, but then smirks. "You must be pretty light on your feet!"
"I do not know about that, Jon Snow…" Daenerys says, but then notices the sword in his hands. "Is that the Dawnbreaker that light spoke about?"
"Yes, Lady Meridia wanted me to find a worthy champion for it…" Jon says, to which he offers it to her, the Princess taking the weapon in her hands. Despite the fact she had never wielded a weapon before, aside from picking up her brother's sword once or twice, this weapon feels rather light in her hands, and the woman draws the blade, finding the weapon to be nearly weightless. "Can you feel it's weight?"
"No… I can't!" Dany says, shocked, "My brother's sword is heavier than this!"
"Oh…?" Jon asks, holding out his hand, "May I?" Dany gently hands back the weapon, but the moment he does so, he feels the weight has increased, and can't believe it. 'I was right!' He hefts it back up to two hands and gives it back to Daenerys, "That weapon is a sword that is very ancient and very powerful, empowered by the light of the sun, once it's power is revitalized, however, that weapon's heft only decreases with the worthiness of it's wielder, and since I created a weapon perfect for me, Dawnbreaker has left me."
"I see…" Daenerys says, then looks to the sun, lifting the blade up and then closes her eyes. "Kun! Fil-Krein! (Light, Star, Sun)" Daenerys says, to which the gems in the sword glow brightly as beams of white and gold light fly down towards Dany's sword, and fill the gems at it's heart. Jon's eyes widen with shock and awe, and then suddenly his brow begins to twitch as he smiles with his eyes closed. "Amazing, it worked!"
"Yes it did!" Jon says, his voice slightly higher in pitch. "Excuse me a second…" Jon walks around the corner and when he is sure he is out of her sight range, he begins to pound his head against the walls of the manse. "I! AM! SUCH! AN! IDIOOOOT!" Jon shouts, slamming his head repeatedly against the wall. "Such a simple solution and I didn't think about it! GODS FUCKING DAMN IT!" Once the pounding and shouting stops, Jon walks back around the corner, holding his head.
"Are you alright, Jon Snow?" Daenerys asks, a bit worried.
"Yes, I am… There was a solution in front of me this whole time and I didn't think about it… This isn't the first time a simple solution to a complicated problem has never appeared in my head." Jon says, sighing, "I mean, my friend, Samwell Tarly, thought of another solution that I didn't think about…"
"Oh?" Daenerys says, smirking. "Then it seems I outmatched you, Dovahkiin!" Daenerys playfully pokes his nose, to which Jon smirks, chuckling. From nearby, Ned and Illyrio were watching and they both smirked at the two getting along so well so fast.
One Week Later…
Over the week that passes, Jon and Daenerys develop a powerful bond as Jon teaches the Princess swordsmanship, and the woman, surprisingly, learns quickly under her friend and teacher. Thanks to Jon's observations, Daenerys prefers a style of combat that is precise, controlled, but allows her to use her great flexibility, agility, and thinner frame to her advantage. Jon helps her develop the foundations of a style with his training in Water Dancing, and having Daenerys learn how to use the Thu'um in conjunction with swordplay, as well as support her with graceful and skilled acrobatics, using the Energy of the Thu'um to act as a substitute for her own physical stamina.
Dany, all the while, gets to know Jon, and begins to learn about his past life and the past of his current self, even building something of a Father-Daughter bond with Lord Eddard. Ned, for his part, does reveal to Daenerys the truth about her father, and how his mind had, more than likely, been broken because of the events of Duskendale, and the tortures he had to endure before help arrived, so while the actions he performed were his fault indeed, his madness was not a problem until after that event. Ned, also feeling like she deserves to know, reveals to the Princess that Jon is her trueborn Nephew, and she can already sense the bond they are forming. This, initially, shocks Daenerys, but it brings her great joy as she finds out that Lyanna and Rhaegar had eloped, with Elia Martell's encouragement. Not only that, had Rhaegar won the war and overthrew her father, he would've, more than likely, betrothed her and Jon to be married anyway.
"Jon does intend to take back the Iron Throne, however, he knows that Paarthurnax will more than likely not join the fighting, at least not on the offensive front. We've yet to breach the subject with him and get his thoughts. Besides, Jon values the old wyrm for his counsel rather than his combat prowess…" Ned says, "Though I hope we can convince Paarthurnax to join us. With him by our side, we can win the upcoming war quickly with as few lives lost as possible." Ned confesses he doesn't want to fight another war, but some injustices have been left undone for too long, and he wants Jon to be safe, so if they convince Paarthurnax to join, then maybe they will stand a chance.
"And what if you had more dragons?" Daenerys asks.
"More Dragons?"
"Yes… I had known about Illyrio Mopatis collecting Dragon Eggs from Beyond Asshai, and if it is possible, I could have Paarthurnax help me hatch a few eggs, maybe they will be of use when the time is right." Daenerys says.
"I don't see why not, but you should ask him first." Ned says.
"I think I will!" Daenerys says smiling, "Thank you for your time, Lord Stark, and for telling me the truth!" With this Daenerys goes to the shore and finds Paarthurnax speaking with Jon.
"I'll do it…" Paarthurnax says.
"I understand, I tri- Saraan, FOS!?"
"I will do it, Dovahkiin!" Paarthurnax says, "There have been time where the Mudozaan, the Greybeards, have endorsed the potential and inevitable violence that is to come from the use of the Thu'um. Unlike what that Bruniiki Delphine had told you, we Greybeards aren't pacifists, not entirely. True we don't like to fight, but we will when threatened, or when it is the will of the Gods. If my Thu'um, along with those of your students, can end the war quickly, then I will not only endorse, but also join in the battle. However, I want something in return!"
"Anything, Thuri!" Jon says, smiling.
"The Dovahklur… The Dragon Eggs that the Magister, Illyrio Mopatis, has in his possession, I cannot allow them to be hatched here in Essos, nor without my guidance to not only awaken their minds, but also to prevent them from being captured and enslaved." Paarthurnax explains, "I can sense that they are the reborn Alduin, Durnehviir, and Odahviing… Durnehviir and Odahviing I know are loyal to you, but Alduin I do not trust anymore. Now that he is mortal, and these bodies are stronger than our former ones despite their mortality, Dragonrend will be useless against him. We must monitor Alduin to ensure he doesn't cause problems for the world once more."
"Funny…" Daenerys says, to which Jon yelps from fright, but places a hand over his heart as he breathes and calms down. "I was coming to ask you about that, Paarthurnax."
"Kulaas Strunnahkiin…" Paarthurnax says, "So you wish to revive the Dovah as well?"
"I do!" Daenerys says, "I also have several valyrian texts that can help you and your comrades understand their newfound limits in this world as well."
"I appreciate this, Kulaas… Now we only have one problem to deal with…"
"Khal Drogo… He will be coming later today…" Jon says, looking at the sun. "I'm not going to standby and let this happen!"
"Then you know what you must do, Dovahkiin…" Paarthurnax says, "However, I warn you, do not use your Thu'um, I have had tiinvak with the Magister, and he has warned me that magic of any kind is considered evil to the Horse Lords…"
"Zu'u nox hi, Thuri, Zu'u fent dein tol ko hah…" Jon says, bowing (Translation: I thank you, Thuri, I shall keep that in mind). With this, Jon and Daenerys make their way back to the Manse, in which Jon and Daenerys decide to come up with a plan to draw Khal Drogo into a duel. They go over it a few times before Daenerys goes to get herself ready in a hot bath, whilst Jon makes his way to his chambers and begins strapping on his Dragonscale Armor, carrying his sword in his hand once fully armed.
A Few hours pass, and the supposed ceremony is about to begin, the Dragonborn takes a breath as he hears the hoofbeats of horses rushing up to the Manse. Illyrio begins his introductions, only stopping part way through as Jon walks over, glaring at Drogo. Illyrio then begins speaking in Dothraki as Khal Drogo gets off his horse, in which Drogo speaks in Dothraki, only for Illyrio to translate. "By what right do you have to challenge me?"
"I'm Oryon Targaryen, nephew to the woman whom my mad uncle, Viserys, had offered you without my consent. I am the rightful king of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, and you shall not have Daenerys while I still live!" Jon says, reaching for his sword and drawing it. "I challenge you, Khal Drogo!" Illyrio translates for Khal Drogo, who laughs as he looks at the young man, only to say something in Dothraki.
"He says that a welp like you should know your place, beneath his foot."
"So says the man who backs down from a challenge in front of his own Blood Riders…" Jon says, to which Illyrio translates, only for Drogo's face to contort with rage, and he begins shouting profanities. "I suppose he is saying he'll accept my challenge?"
"In short, yes…" Illyrio says, "Do you wish for the fight to begin here?"
"No… I want him to gather his whole khalasar for this match, have him meet me at the shore in one hour, and we'll see how much he is worth." Jon says, to which Illyrio translates, and Drogo smiles wickedly before riding off. "Perfect… Now I won't have to worry about breaking anything… And Paarthurnax's presence will keep any morons from interfering."
"I hope you know what you're doing, Jon."
"I promise that I am, father." Jon says, smiling at his father.
In the next hour, Jon waits at the shore, sitting in meditation with Paarthurnax, all of Drogo's Khalasar arriving, but hesitantly as Jon sits with his Dragon in meditation. Drogo approaches, cautiously as Jon opens his eyes. "I knew you'd come…" Jon says, standing up.
"Do you intend…" Drogo says in a broken Common Tongue, "Intend for your beast to fight for you?"
"No, he's here to ensure your Khalasar and Blood Riders do not interfere…" Jon says, to which Paarthurnax positions himself to watch.
"Let the battle be joined now…" Paarthurnax says, "Let he who is right speak loudest and truest…" He positions himself a distance between each opponent as Jon draws his sword. "Krif Voth Ahkrin, Fight now with Courage!" Paarthurnax then slams his tail upon the ground, with Jon's pupils turning into slits as he charges forward, thrusting his sword forward quickly with Drogo batting the sword aside, Jon growling as he spins with his sword's momentum, grabbing his weapon with two hands, going for a heavy cleave as the Drogo uses the curve of his blade to catch Jon's blade. The young man growling as he pushes himself forward, knowing their blades are now locked and hits the man with a headbutt. The Dothraki Khal gets hit square in the nose as he growls, backing off, blood flowing from his wound, whilst Jon frees his sword.
Having seen the use of that sword, Jon begins to calm down as he begins singing in Dovahzul.
Vahrukt los krent, faal Vahzen goes vofun, Zu'u lost orin vodahmin dii faan!
(Memory is broken, the Truth goes unspoken, I have even forgotten my name!)
Jon goes back to a one-handed stance and begins performing flourishes with each movement, Khal Drogo blocking each attack as he studies his opponent, wondering why he is singing, and what language he is speaking.
Zu'u dreh ni mindok faal Evgir uv fos los Dahrin tol Zu'u Kriist gevild dii Tuz!
(I do not know the Season or what is the Reason that I am Standing here holding my Blade!)
Jon thrusts his sword forward, with the tip striking at Khal Drogo's Arakh, hitting it at the base of it's curve and knocking the Khal off balance for a moment.
Duvoziir Staad vothni naan pik, nii los nunon faal Krah Ven Zu'u fraan!
(A Desolate Place without any trace, it is only the Cod Wind I feel!)
Drogo growls as Jon meets his three consecutive slashes with matching parries that knock his arakh aside whilst landing light cuts and jabs to the Dothraki's body, Jon's nearly two lifetimes of combat experience guiding him.
Nii los zey tol Zu'u kraaz ol Zu'u kriist vok ahrk krif, faal Nunon truk tol Zu'u mindok fah Saad...
(It is me that I spite as I stand up and fight, the Only thing that I know for Real...)
Jon returns to a two-handed approach, his cuts and jabs having slowed down Drogo and hampered his performance slightly, enough for the Crown Prince of House Targaryen to go on the offensive. Raising his sword above his head, apparently leaving himself open, Jon comes down with a heavy cleave, Drogo performing a similar technique as the Dothraki is now pushed onto the defensive.
TIL FEN KOS SOS… BRENOK! FAAL JUL KO FAAL FIIK NOTON OK KLOV!
(THERE WILL BE BLOOD...SHED! THE MAN IN THE MIRROR NODS HIS HEAD)
Jon continues to press his offensive with Drogo using his superior strength to block his opponents attacks, but the persistence is preventing Drogo from finding an opening to exploit, not only that, he has to watch his footing as the rocky shore they are on, whilst a solid piece of rock, has crags and small falls that could prove fatal to the Khal if he isn't careful.
FAAL NUNON GEIN… VAHLUT, FEN ZOR VOKNAU DOVAH ZEK!
(THE ONLY ONE… LEFT, WILL RIDE UPON THE DRAGON'S BACK)
Drogo, growling, sidesteps Jon, who over extends his thrust, in which Drogo swings his Arakh hard towards Jon's helmed's head, only for the sword to bounce off it, and Jon to stumble a bit. He felt the impact, but it was nothing he wasn't used to. 'Damn it! So thats what it's like to get hit in the head with a sword! A Mace does more damage than that!' Jon thinks, but continues singing as he returns to his assault.
Fah Faal Strunmah fen ni Ofan Zek Fos Rok Kuz!
(For the Mountain won't give back what he takes!)
Jon locks Drogo's sword with his and the two struggle against each other in a contest of strength.
OO NIID! TIL FEN KOS SOS… BRENOK! NII LOS FAAL NUNON TRUK ZU'U LOST ALUN MINDOK!
(OH NO! THERE WILL BE BLOOD… SHED! IT IS THE ONLY THING I HAVE EVER KNOWN!)
Jon breaks the lock and then return to a one-handed grip and begins thrusting as fast as he can, forcing Drogo to attempt to block or dodge each oncoming attack. Jon knows that Drogo is bigger and stronger than he is, so he needs to wear him down more with well placed thrusts and shallow cuts into Drogo's arms and legs. However, Jon can tell Drogo is rapidly adapting, so he needs to finish this battle now!
lost sizaan dii kosrinis, lost zu'u truly nusaan vorohah?
(Having Lost my Identity, I wonder have I gone insane?)
Wah siiv vahzen ko teyn do zey, zu'u kent ruknaar faal Strunmah Rovit.
(To find the truth in front of me, I must climb this Mountain Range)
Jon begins starts swinging as fast and hard as he is capable of with his sword, using two-hands, Drogo doing his best to match him strike for strike, blow for blow.
Frolok tum nol daar Dilos Lokom, ZU'U NEH EMTIIN DRUV ZU'U KRIF!
(Looking down from this Deadly Height, I NEVER REALIZE WHY I FIGHT!)
Jon leaves himself open as Drogo uses a spinning slash, the blade catching itself on Jon's armor, only then, with one swift motion of one hand, does Jon take the Khal's head clean off, being careful to avoid the Horse Lord's Braid. Jon smiles as he swings his sword again to throw the blood off it, and Paarthurnax roars at the top of his lungs. "AND DOVAHKIIN BECOMES DROGO'S QAHNAARIN!" To which the Dothraki look in shock, whilst those who had gathered for Drogo's wedding ceremony now start applauding Jon's masterful use of swordsmanship. Lord Eddard, having been worried that entire fight, applauds with a proud smile upon his face, laughing.
"DOV-AH-KIIN!" Ned cheers.
"DOV-AH-KIIN!" Daenerys cheers with Ned.
"DOV-AH-KIIN!" The crowd who applaud Jon cheer, over and over, and soon the Khalasar, who now recognize Jon as their Khal, begin chanting this name as well. Jon, feeling the pride build in his chest, quashes it quickly, smiling proudly. To this, the Blood Riders of Khal Drogo walk over to Jon, Illyrio Translates for them that they were to die with Drogo as his Bloodriders. Jon, having been a Nord in his past life, tells them he will not let the die without first attempting to avenge their lord, in which the Bloodriders are overjoyed to hear, and Jon personally defeats the three of them, taking their heads. With Illyrio Translating, Jon prepares a great feast and funeral for Khal Drogo, whom was Jon's toughest opponent yet, and thus deserves his honors in death as a Khal. The rest of the Dothraki agree to this, and before sunset, a great feast is held, but there is more to this. Illyrio Mopatis brings out a chest full of the dragon eggs that Paarthurnax had spoke of, and Jon places them on the pyre, before lighting it himself.
Daenerys, feeling her destiny call to her, walks towards the pyre as her clothes catch flame, and Jon, though his body is wanting to stop her, his inner Dovah calms him by telling him to trust her. When the sun rises the next morning and the Dothraki gather, everyone is shocked to see three newborn dragons around Daenerys's naked body, clinging to her as, whilst her hair had burned short, shoulder-length even, and as Jon looks into her now slitted pupils, Jon now realizes who she is and kneels to her, speaking something in a whisper. "Ulovsil…" Jon had only ever spoken this to one person… It was the Dovah's version of "I love you", and was the highest form of trust between dragons who had chosen to remain paired with each other for eternity, and nothing could break such a bond, as they were extremely rare.
Daenerys, for her part, looks at Jon with a smile as images form in her mind as her little dragons look at him. Pulling Jon into a kiss, the Princess of House Targaryen remembers her beloved, and who she was in the past, an immortal Daughter of Coldharbor, the key to the Tyranny of the Sun, and the only woman the Dragonborn loved…
Serana Volkihar