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High valyrian: general text
268 years after aegon's conquest
Kings Landing
It's been six years since I was born in Westeros after dying at a rather young age in my previous life
Things in Westeros in these years have been quiet with my father gradual decrease of sanity and his growing jealousy of his once so called best friend the hand of the king tywin Lannister.peace was slowly coming to end and if my memories of my previous life served me right Robert Rebellion would take place in a decade or more
On a personal level after overcoming my 21st century urge. I have come to cherish the place I call home….it is as Oberyn described a stinky pile of a city and court filled with sheeps (according to Olena Tyrell) . Even though I loved Targaryens and it's culture in my previous life, by living with them my love or fondness has increased tenfold, speaking of which my twin sister Visneya and I have created a special twin bond that I can't imagine my life without her.
Life of Visenya as a princess of house Targaryen has been rather hard for her...looking at her i now come to know how rhaenys (Elia daughter) must have been treated...my father never beat her but still never gave her the love she deserved...she was always at end of every tongue lashings and to my utter Shame I couldn't do anything aside from hugging her and whispering those false promises until she went to sleep…. that's how jon snow was treated by catelyn Tully nêe bitch during grey joy rebellion...now i understand why jon snow lacked self confidence
Me on the other was treated like how red priests treated their prince who was promised….from my father singing praises about my prodigious ability to grasp scrolls and tomes... well, why not I was an introvert my previous life…… to tywin Lannister trying to subtly manipulate me. though he ended up teaching me instead … an innocent child face with the mind of a classical adventure movie introvert can work wonders..
Though I was not allowed to train in arms when I requested.i was three names day old during that time...still can't understand their reasoning,maegor Targaryen was given a sword at age of 3
Coming to Targaryens...my father's joy towards me was just not because of my abilities but, because according to maesters of red keep i resemble Aegon the dragon himself in looks and body which was great.
Though I knew overconfidence over my abilities would hurt me but still being compared to the legend which every child In Westeros idolize can inflate your ego..
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"Brother ,i was searching for you, did you forget?? Ser barristan promised he would train you today and In turn you would train me " my sister said in high Valyrian after hugging me to bits.
"No, I did not , i was just waiting for my beautiful sister to remind me of that" I said teasingly to which she poked her tongue out then narrowed her eyes at me looking every bit like a dragonlord of old.
"Let's go and learn well then teach me everything hāedar , I want to become like the Visenya of old," my sister said, no she commanded.
"And why do you want to become like the visneya of old?" I asked her though I already knew the answer.
"I don't want to be weak like muna and muna always asks me to become strong" she said in a weak voice very unlike the fiery girl she had become but still her vulnerability showed every now and then and every time my heart broke like steel against white Walker.
I sighed softly and hugged her tightly, weaving my hands through her white snow-like hair though the reflection of sunlight made it look almost golden . …. i always liked her hair ..I then heard a sniffing sound so I did what I could do best,I hugged her tightly.
"Fear not sister, you will become just like the visneya of old if not better and then we will get dark sister for you". Well I already knew where it was..with blood raven or at castle black,maybe someday.
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"You are doing it wrong my prince" ser barristan scolded me , "you need to hold your sword little bit more tightly otherwise you would lose your grip against a powerful strike"
I nodded my head and proceeded to grip my wooden sword tightly with both hands. It turned out there were disadvantages of being an introvert in your previous life….
Ser Barristan again went in a flurry of strikes knocking my sword in a matter of seconds dude you have to teach me not humiliate me.
"Good" ser barristan said what? Did he lose his mind watching how awful I am with the sword??
"Now, don't me like that , sword fighting is of course different from septa teaching " ughh, I hate septa teaching and her hate against anything regarding magic. Sometimes I feel like she is another incarnate of petunia Dursley.
"It's more or less your reflexes working, In a duel you would not get enough time to think of a strike , you just have to rely on your muscle memory" ser barristan continued to explain like a wise man he was. Except when matter concerns ashara dayne
"In that regard you are improving albeit slowly but improving indeed" guess that's a praise
"strike me " ser barristan commanded taking a defensive stance
Since I was a dutiful obedient student I went to strike him with my wooden sword like I watched ser arthur years back which ser barristan parried easily enough.
In a moment of genius I then twirled my sword and went to strike his lower half which he Parried at lighting speed and pushed me backwards resulting in losing my grip over my sword.
"Again" ser barristan commanded and with a grunt I got up and charged at him with all my might to which ser barristan just sidestepped and sword went through thin air.
Ser Barristan in the meantime just tripped with a strike to my exposed leg.
"Never let anger rule your judgement ,channel your anger make it your strength but do not let anger control you " wise words from wise man
"Again " ser barristan commanded and thus the dance between the kingsguard and gaemon Targaryen began again. Far better than dance of dragons
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It was after a thorough beating by ser barristan i found myself in my room groaning about my sore muscles… can anyone please help me?, ughhh!!
I never in my lifetime thought that sword fighting was such a difficult task...but I needed to learn it because it was middle age and no matter how intelligent you are...your worth will be measured by your skill at arms and skill of commanding an army. Second of which I was learning slowly by manipulating tywin Lannister (giggles softly)
The door opened and several maids came in help me i am prince afterall ..winks
And with great pleasure I sighed with relief, my sore muscles got some much needed rest by those soft hands massaging them.
"My prince,you need to take a bath" one of those ladies whispered
Too weak to say anything I just bobbed my head and went to take a bath and afterwards just rolled on my bed waiting for sleep to take over.
I was alone standing in a large courtyard watching men and women with golden-silver hair and indigo eyes arguing with each other.
I blinked my eyes, surprised to find myself here..I looked around and noticed something strange ,the texture of my dream felt awfully similar to how memories were viewed in pensive.
"Kepa , the doom is about to befall , we need to move as soon as possible" daenys Targaryen requested her father.
"And tell me daughter , how do you know anything about so-called doom , valyria for all we know is the greatest civilization on known earth , our magic binds the fourteen flames itself" Aenar Targaryen, a man of not more than thirty names-day old told her daughter.
Daenys silver haired flowing around her shoulder turned almost golden while her Indigo eyes glowed with fire that even me step back
"I saw in a prophetic dream kepa, I saw fourteen flames all but brust with molten lava flowing over at least thousands feet, I saw peninsula water become so hot that it turned red trapping all the people present in valyria "
"I saw molten stones falling from the sky ending everything that came in contact , I saw dragons burned by the flames of mountains, no one will survive kepa , we need to move quickly" daenys Targaryen ended her ferocious talk that made Aenar Targaryen apprehensive
While Aenar Targaryen was mulling over her daughter's words I was busy questioning why I was having this dream. Yes I loved valyria and it's mysteries but what purpose will this dream serve me?
"Very well daughter,the gods have given us the warning of doom so they want us to survive. We will leave this place and move to Dragonstone but I will be foolish to take everything from here" Aenar Targaryen spoke in a commanding voice.
"I will leave major house Targaryen secrets scrolls and tomes alongside house Targaryen major weapon and a dragon egg and lock it down buried deep in the Earth .only people of our blood would be able to find it , so if doom doesn't happen we could came back and regain our former position." He finished which left me gaping at the father and daughter retreating figure.
I just stood over there watching nothingness while my mind tried to comprehend what I heard today...dragon egg of before the doom ,secret of blood magic , magical weapon . the sheer opportunities it provided , i jumped in glee like a child finally given his favourite candy.
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270 years after aegon's conquest
It's been two years since ser barristan has taken me under his wing to train me in arms and to my pleasant surprise after initial hardship I felt for the first few moons I took arms fighting really well. Probably my blood. It was said that prince rhaegar was brilliant at everything he did from playing harp to playing with Lance he was certainly gifted in all the fields,no doubt of why he was regarded as the the perfect prince.
Whispers were already being spread all over the seven kingdoms about Aerys Targaryen second born son's brilliance and his matching personality to the dragon himself.
For few times i had been allowed to court I realised that my father was already distrusting his friend well before he acquired the title of mad king.in short he was jealous of Tywin growing reputation.there were already rumors running all over the seven kingdoms that tywin Lannister was the one who ruled the kingdom not aerys Targaryen and that infuriated my father to no end.
In regards to me, my Father saw me as his most prized possession , he even made ser barristan my sworn shield to protect me from lurking enemies in the shadows.unfortunately the same can't be said for my sister and well my elder brother was already in his own mind ,spending most of his time reading dusty scrolls and ancient prophecies or he was spending most of his time with his new friend arthur dayne or the future sword of morning.
Visenya Targaryen,my sister was having a hard time living in red keep,with her coming of age her snow-white hair was turning golden-white. Combine that with her emerald eyes and she almost looked like Lannister with her sharp valyrian features the only difference. some of the servants were frequently heard of how Tywin Lannister finally cuckolded his best friend, granted those servants never saw light of the next day, my father's paranoia against Tywin and my mother was reaching new heights,more or less he was finally losing himself.
For these two years I have planned all for the rebellion to come, according to me the rebellion was all but planned during the war of nine piney kings where all the liege lords and important lords met and formed a friendship of sorts, I knew rebellion was about to come even if I interfere the rebellion will happen sooner or later what really mattered was how I could crush the rebellion with least possible losses.
There was also the matter of my dream which frequently came to me in these years. I dreamed of valyria in full glory, I dreamed of horrendous blood magic that would make even voldemort smile with awe, lastly and most importantly I dreamed of valyrian families still living in old valyria and basilisk isles.
In my dream i travelled through old valyria itself flying over the boiling red peninsula , over the destroyed and burned skyscrapers, I saw horrors that still rule over the place , I saw a lion with a horse body roaming the damaged streets, overgrown lizards crawling over the walls, many-faced snakes, i saw short, grey eyed short heighted creatures that looked like a cross breed of goblin and humans, i saw cat like crocodiles coming out of water but the most important was of a young maiden girl with bright indigo eyes and white silver hair flowing in the wind
Flashback
I was looking through the burned and destroyed temple when I first heard her voice.
" Gaemon Targaryen" a voice in high valyrian made me look in her direction,it was the sweetest voice i had ever heard.
I turned around and saw her for the first time. She was the most beautiful woman I ever saw in both of my lives. Her shining white hair and bright indigo eyes almost seemed to glow; it made her look like a goddess among mere men.
" I was waiting for you" the goddess look alike whispered that made me almost shit in fear.
"You can see me?? I asked panicked because that never happened in any dream
The women just chuckled and looked at me amusedly
" Yes of course…….. hāe.,..." she almost whispered the last word.
Did you send me those visions, who are you , what is your mission?? I bombarded her with questions after questions, i just couldn't control myself, here I was literally in dream communicating with other person.either I was going mad like my father or it's was in simple words magic
" Yes and no" she replied cryptically
" What does that mean?" I asked annoyedly…..Speak plainly women
"Every mystery,every vision you see are not mere dreams they have far deeper meaning.when the time's right and you are ready everything will be revealed"
"For now remember that those people needs you , they are waiting for you"
"I wish you luck for the wars to come" she spoke in almighty voice and my vision went black.
Ends
I was a little more than 8 names day old when ser barristan selmy finally after much dedication from my part took me as his squire
it was not easy at first mind you….ser barristan beat me everyday like i was the only thing between him and ashara dayne…. have mercy my lord
As a squire i was required to clean his saddle, feed his horse which I did regularly much to my sister and brother amusement...rhaegar was still living in his books, he didn't yet have found the scroll that told him to learn fighting……. if I write a scroll to shove the dornish wine in our father face ….will rhaegar do it?? Time to test that……
I was required to clean the bold Armor ,help him wear it, bring him food when required and most interesting was to help him in tourneys…
Ned stark didn't realise what he was missing by discarding southern knights and tourneys…..it was a great time to test your skill against the best of realm and build a reputation to your name….watching ser barristan selmy unhorse knight after knights was as satisfying as sleeping ...yeahhh….i love sleeping….
Every day ser barristan and i would spar for an hour and half…. learning the language of swords as ser barristan put it maneuvering through combos of attacks it did always leave me sore afterwards but the training was worth it...i was becoming stronger and gaining some mass that was almost impossible in my previous life…. Though I was mostly lean, I could feel my muscles becoming stronger with each passing day…
I even started to wield different weapons when ser barristan advised me to learn everything as i was preparing to become a knight….to my surprise I found wielding a hammer far easier than a sword and ser barristan summarised that i may be natural at it…… .. that's it….there is someone to challenge you now the god of thunder!!!
From that day I started to train with a hammer more than the sword and ser barristan promised to give me a war hammer when I was knighted... as if I could not order it... though I respect the sentiment.
Though I was improving...I was still nowhere near the level at which I could defeat highly trained knights and I was no natural in fighting...I just worked hard even though I didn't want to because the damn women of my dream whispered every night that I was not ready…
I could only hope that i would be ready when the time comes
A/N: THAT'S THE END OF SECOND CHAPTER... PLEASE REVIEW AND LEAVE YOUR THOUGHTS..
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