N/N/For those who don't know who Faora is, a summary: Faora Ul is a Kryptonian warrior, Sub-commander of the Kryptonian army alongside Zod, but in this case here is a Si OC that is in Faora's body, and to understand a little better the story of this Si Oc (If you want, but it won't be exactly necessary) just take a look at the fanfic ' My Duty ' on my profile, which is in the Young Justice category.
This fanfic is like a 'What if? ' In which Faora escapes the Phantom Zone but appears in Westeros alone and around the time of Aegon's conquest. Thanks in advance for reading and I apologize if there are any spelling mistakes, English is not my first language and I haven't proofread this chapter yet.
Faora doesn't belong to me, but my oc and this fanfic do.
Another universe. Again, another universe.
She felt her shoulders slump at the knowledge of that. She has just been thrown into the phantom zone, and upon exiting she finds herself in another universe, in another timeline and completely alone. Without her other warriors beside her, without being in the fortress of solitude, where she probably should have left. Unable to avenge the deaths of her other companions, her people.
But she is in the universe of ice and fire now. She realized this when she appeared out of nowhere in a field of tall green grasses. She flew into the sky, where she could see the entire planet and hear it too. Trying to figure out where she was, what was going on now that she was out of the phantom zone. There were no modern cities, no technology, no car noise or anything like that.
Then she saw.
Continents she had never seen before, people dressed in medieval clothes, castles, gentlemen, nobles.
She'd heard about Lannisters, about Stark, about many things and many of them she wished she hadn't. The people of Westeros could be very depraved and cruel. This is Game of Thrones. Blood, violence, brutality.
But who is she to say anything? She has also killed, but she was never cruel in doing so. She just killed it, didn't linger on it or make it more painful than necessary. No, she had no interest in killing like that, but things change. And at the moment she was fed up, tired and still angry about what had happened to the others of her people and now she could no longer do justice to those who died.
She gritted her teeth, clenching her fists in anger and flew down again.
Krypton was out of the question, even if it existed in this universe, she would probably get lost in the vastness of space if she tried to look for it.
Instead she descended to Westeros, below there was a large green field that lay between the forest and the mountains beyond. It didn't take long for her to hear voices and footsteps, and she looked at her. In the forest, below her was a girl near a tree in the middle of the forest.
"Hi." He grinned, teeth yellow and the smell of alcohol and sweat from him was extremely strong and repulsive to Faora. "Look what we found guys!" The man laughed, looking at the younger girl. "So alone… wouldn't mind a little company, would you dear?" He whispered in her ear and the girl sobbed.
"No, please don't...don't come any closer." She said, trembling.
He apparently didn't mind that, as he still dared to approach her once more. Other friends of hers, who were a group of seven men, all dressed in leather and silver, laughed as they watched his interaction.
The man next to the girl was tall, strong and fat. Who grinned mischievously and came face to face with her, looking her up and down in her simple cloth attire." A little girl shouldn't be alone in the woods, especially so soon. Where did you come from, honey?" Then he shook his head, licking his lips as he looked at her face and then her body." Never mind, it doesn't matter. How about you undressing for us, huh? We might be a lot easier if you do that. ." He put his hands on the tree behind her, pinning the girl, his body practically on top of hers and laughing. She was shaking and tears streamed down her cheeks. Faora saw this, even though she was hundreds of meters high.
"No one will know." He blinked and quickly reached out his hand to touch where her chest was, but his hand didn't come an inch before Faora came up to the side in a sharp landing and grabbed his hand and wrist, squeezing it in her own, crushing it.
"Aaah!" He screamed in agony, practically kneeling on the floor as Faora kneaded his hand in hers and looked on in utter disdain. Flesh tore and bones broke, a mess of bone and bloody flesh in what should have been her hand. He cried, letting tears escape his eyes and he looked up at her, anger and pain on her face.
Faora shoved the man back by her arm, and he fell and scrambled back a little, clutching his crushed hand. She stood in front of the younger girl and looked at the man in disgust.
"Get that bitch!" He shouted at the men further away, who looked in horror at where a hand should have been, and then his eyes went to Faora and they drew swords and others followed empty-handed towards her.
She already had an idea of where this was all going, and considering how the man had acted towards the girl… well, they weren't worth wasting any more of her time on.
Her eyes began to glow a bright, powerful blue, the blast of heat that shot out of her eyes not only scorched, but tore the men apart. One was snapped in half instantly and she turned the heat level down a bit so that when she looked at the others, they started to catch fire. That is what happened. They screamed and ran away as their bodies burned and fell to the ground, some burned flesh, others turned to ash skeletons in seconds. She hit each of them and heard their screams and the horrible smell of burning flesh. She didn't like it, it was horrible, but at the moment she was frustrated with her situation and they came to piss her off right then and there? Disturb your precious peace? What bad luck for them.
She then looked at the man kneeling in front of her, who was looking back in horror and fear where there were already the scorched and shattered corpses of his friends. She tilted her head curiously and pulled the Man's chin towards her with some roughness. The man in question was trembling, his heart was pounding fiercely in her chest and he looked frozen in fear as he stared at her, his mouth open in sheer horror. She smiled. "What is it? Didn't like my company, dear?" She lightly pinched his chin and he sobbed, eyes closed in horror.
"Please... Please Don't..." he opened his eyes, shakily.
She pursed her lips, the smile fading and giving way to a blank expression.
"What a beautiful thing isn't? It only took your hand crushed and mates incinerated to have any respect." Coward. thought Faora, as she sneered at the man.
He panicked, tears cascading down." Sorry! Sorry! I'm sorry! Please don't kill me!" He put his face to the floor, literally. He bent at her feet and laid his face on the floor in front of her, sobbing.
She let out a sigh, looking around. "What year are we in?" She asked the girl but she seemed to have trouble speaking so she looked at the man and asked him "What year is it in?"
He looked flustered and raised his dirty face to her, looking confused by the question. "I...I-" she was already getting impatient.
"Answer the question!" she exclaimed and he flinched, still on the floor.
"It's 129!" He exclaimed and gasped, bowing to the floor again.
Faora then looked at the girl behind her, who was looking at her in fear and surprise, her heart racing. Faora softened her gaze as she saw her trembling, but then she turned to face the man again, her expression darkening. "Who rules the seven realms?" she asked again.
" Which ?" The man stuttered.
"Who rules the seven kingdoms?" she asked again.
The man still looked scared but managed to reply. "The kings? I-" After that it was just a lot of stuttering and a racing heart, which Faora ignored.
That answered some of her questions, so she simply slapped the man next to her. His head snapped around with a loud snap and his body dropped to the floor, dead. No, she still didn't like killing, but she got used to it and honestly, he was a real scoundrel, coward and probably rapist.
Faora simply ignored the girl's gasp of horror before turning around and sweeping the girl's feet up and taking her upstairs and towards a village she saw nearby, descending there in record time and leaving the girl in the care of the commoners. next. She should have made sure she was safe, but Faora didn't want more attention than necessary. Then she left the girl in front of everyone and turned, flying away again in a blast of air, not giving so much as a second glance at the young woman she saved or the people approaching.
From what she had heard of things around her, there was not yet a king for the seven kingdoms. She heard people talk about Stark, Lannisters, Durrandon and a few other nobles but no one mentioned Aegon, not now at least.
She sighed and placed her hands on her hips, pausing in the air above the clouds.
Kryptonian armor with its symbol emblazoned on its chest.
Hmm… How many years has it been before Aegon appears? She was never good at math but as far as she knows and remembers, is it in the year 138.B.C. or 137.c.c. when he starts the conquest? Argh, she hates not remembering correctly. She rubbed her face and looked around.
She needs food and shelter, at least for a while.
She doesn't like the idea of enslaving or forcing people to serve her. Of course, she could do that or even go undercover and ask for help. But the responsibility and consequences that come with it are great, and honestly, she'd rather stay cool in one place than dealing with nobles or people right now. Also, she will be able to get her own food and shelter without any difficulty and at the moment she just wanted her space, her little corner, where she could rest a little and think about what she will do next. Alone again.
She needs to get her thoughts in order.
Well, first of all, she needs a place to stay and that Mountain up ahead looks pretty interesting. There were no people there or around, she knew that thanks to her super hearing, but she could dig and build her own little corner there if she wanted, just for her to sit and watch near the top of the mountain.
And think, think a lot and get some rest.
