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293AC
The Godswood Of Winterfell, The North.
Jaekar Targaryen / Jon Snow.
" So, the cold treatment huh ", a voice cracked making him turn as his eyes fell upon the speaking crow.
" I have nothing to say to you ", he snapped.
" Now, now nephew that's no way to greet your elders is that, I understand that you are angry… understandably so but you must understand I had my re… ", his voice soft.
" Reasons, reasons you say… you abandoned me, left me to defend this castle alone, against a host that would show no mercy should I fail ",
" … you needed to learn, and the best way to learn is by experience… it is your destiny "
" One that you and some fourteen Gods living inside some volcanoes have determined, I never asked for it… yet you pulled me into this world, gave me a family… and now you put them in danger… to test me.. what if I failed,what then ", he all but screamed, anger bubbling out.
" But you didn't… ", the old man said, as he tried to calm the raging child.
" What if I did… what then tell me "
The crow fell silent before he began, " I would have removed you with my animals leaving the rest to their own fates "
" Of course you would have, do you care not for anything other than your goal ",
The man laughed, " Our goal you mean… you know very well how important it is and yes I would sacrifice anyone to see it done "
This time Jaekar laughed ," Our goal you say, isn't it more like your own, one fine day some Gods kidnap me from my home and dump me here and then you show up and tell me I have to fight some enemy that threatens this world, conquer a throne and restore your House to what it once was, fighting the evil part I understand by about the throne, I am an adventurer, not a king and definitely not an administrator. Sounds to me like restoring their house is someone's pet project and definitely not something that's required to save the world "
The crow softly laughed ," Ohh but it is, Touch the Heart Tree nephew, it's time I tell or better yet show you everything…"
And so he did.
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As his hand touched the great Heart Tree in the Godswood the world around him disappeared and he found himself in the void, with Lord Bloodraven standing ahead in all his glory. He was a difficult man to describe, strong yet frail, his frame was of a skeletal disposition with a long mane of silver hair, he was missing an eye while the other one was red with a botch of red atop his neck and face, a birthmark.
" We here we are, now now nephew, it is good to see you in person, I see that my appearance exceeded your expectations.. "
Sighing Jaekar said ,".. Just… just get to the point "
" Of course ", was the answer.
The world in front of them lit up with four spheres coming into view, from each of the four spheres a string of light protruded joining them to each other and to a central axis that looked very much like a tree, the sphere slowly rotated around this tree.
" What you see here are four worlds, each connected to the World Tree, each with hundreds of spheres each teeming with life and magic, several spirits take upon each of these spheres acting as the supreme beings or gods as we like to call them, thus in your world there are the Aedra, Daedra and so on and in mine there are the Valyrian Gods, The Old Gods and so on, now there are hundreds of such world but every one of them comes in groups of four, these four would be connected, would exchange energy and travel between them would be possible to some extent, our worlds are two in one such group and with two more"
Jaekars eyes widened as the implications of what this man was saying sunk in.
The old man continued ," Like I said, each world's exchange energy and this is in the form of magic. And in these last three hundred years magic is slowly dying in this one and would die out should we not stop it, thus leading to this world leeching off from the others and slowly destroying all four of them over the course of a few hundred years. "
" How… how could this be… how do I know you aren't lying and even if this is true, what does it have to do with the restoration of your House "
" I can only hope for you to trust my word for other than these visions I have no other proof.. at least yet… as for the restoration of our house, I am getting to that, magic is in our blood, more in yours than in mine considering you have the blood of a pure Targaryen and a pure Stark, you have the capacity to do magic more than anyone since the Doom, our houses restoration is required to increase and restore magic in this world as we are only ones who in this day and age could practice it "
Snorting Jaekar replied ," So basically you want me to have quite a few children and have them all trained in the Arcane arts thus making sure no one dies in a hundred years or so, is this some sort of a sick joke "
Laughing Lord Bloodraven said," It isn't and If only it was that easy as having children, no, no matter how many children you have, it won't ever be enough… I do not ask you to become a bloodmare of some sort, our goal is different… there are three huge pools of magic in this world within our reach, these pools or reserves if you will are placed of great magical power, places that basically transform various forms of energy into magical ones. However each of them have been shut down or put to sleep if you will by some way, by some curse or seal. Our primary goal is to restore them and it is while restoring the third reserve you would have to face the evil that seeks to destroy this world "
Once again the world around them seemed to change, this time changing to a colorful city with streets flanked with canals with long beautiful bridges presiding over, archways standing tall across as far as eye can see. The streets were lain with marble and adorer with various statues at regular intervals along with huge obelisks green in colour.
" Where are we ? ", he asked as they walked across a beautiful long bridge hanging forty feet in the air, unlike anything he had ever see.
" The Bridge Of Dreams ", was the answer.
" This is the Choroyne, the greatest city amongst those of the city states of the, Rhoynar, the city of festivals, some would call it. And the palace ahead is th.."
" The Palace of Love ", Jaekar replied breathless, the words of Lomas Longstrider coming back to him as he wondered how this great monument would look today.
" Indeed "
Walking to his ancient palace they were met with a sight unlike any, thousand of men and women, all armoured to the fullest, spears in their hands, round shield atop their backs and swords by their waists.
' This was not called the greatest army in the world for nothing ', Jaekar thought.
Walking across they reached a hall, occupied by several men and women, the Prince and Princess of The Rhoynar.
A woman voice got his attention, she was beautiful, a long mane of jet black hair sat perfectly upon her olive brown body. Her voice commanded respect yet had a tone of desperation in it as she spoke.
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" Volantis will accept peace, our victories at Selhorys, Valysar, and Volon Therys are enough,we have no more need for war "
" Princess, we are merely defending our homes, our people and Mother Rhoynar, three victories are nothing till we crush Volantis and show them their place, why is it that Nymeria of Ny Sar is so afraid ", replied another man.
Wait Nymeria, as in Princess Nymeria Nymeros Martell, Jaekar could only look on in wonder as he all but stared that this woman his eyes filled with admiration .
" Dragons, my prince if you haven't noticed, our enemies have dragons ", the Princess replied.
" Our Prince Garin killed three of those overgrown lizards, they are no threat ", another woman cut it earning a laugh from all present.
" Three Dragons are nothing compared to what Valyria has, thousands. We cannot let the High Council act, we must sue for peace ", she replied almost pleading.
" Enough ", this time a new voice spoke, " There will be no peace ", it belonged to another man tall and we'll built with long black hair running almost down to his neck.
" Prince Garin, you must see reason, swallow your pride and let us...", the Princess began only to be cut off.
" Enough Princess, you all choose me as a leader and this is my decision, we are blessed by Mother Rhoynar and her magic runs strong through each of our veins, we can handle a few dragons, we march on Volantis…."
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" And thus the Rhoynar fell ", Jaekar replied.
" Indeed, but it would have happened anyways, Volantis would agree to a peace but Valyria would not, not after Garin killed dragons, a slight unforgivable ", the old man replied.
The view changed again, this time to the skys, a sharp roar drew their attention as they turned only to see dragons, hundreds… three hundred to be accurate.. this was the wrath of Old Valyria coming upon the Rhoynar, yet even if this legion of death looked terrifying it was…
" Beautiful ", Jaekar spoke, his voice almost a wisper.
The view changed to a burning city, with the Great proud Rhoynish Prince in a gilded cage, the prince cursed and cried both at the invader and at himself for he was the one who brought this upon his people.
" That day, almost the entire army would burn with the few surviors enslaved and such would happen to ever city that existed upon the Rhoynar, only Princess Nymeria who abandoned the host survived, alongside her people, while history believes that Garin called forth Mother Rhoynar and she drowned the invaders making the lands inhabitable in truth it was Garin, in rage and grief Garin would cast a spell, an ancient curse upon the Rhoynar one that sealed off her magic, one that cursed the very land he called home, one we have to break, that is our first goal "
" I… I understand "
" Good "
Once again the scene changed.
This time they were in a castle.
" Where are we ", Jaekar asked while his companion only smiled.
They walked across the hall to find a silver haired man rush across a corridor towards a room while they followed.
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Entering the room the man began, " Daenys, love it happening, the skies have lit up, you have to… Daenys are you ok ?? "
The woman in question was curled up, her face pressed to her knees, tears rushing out of her eyes "
Immediately the excitement in the man's face turned to concern as sat upon the floor, taking the woman into his arms, while she pressed her face into his chest.
" I can't… I can't.. Gaemon… I have already seen it all that would come, all that has come, I can't…", before breaking down once again into her husbands arms as he pushed a kiss to her forehead.
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These were Daenys The Dreamer and Gaemon The Glorious, these were the last Dragonlords, the last two Targaryens who had seen the ancient empire.
Slowly the scene changed, right now they were upon the walls of a castle.
' Dragonstone ', Jaekar thought looking to the great castle of black stone before turning to his head south east, a roaring inferno almost like a second sun could be seen in the sky, even from so far away… this was the Doom of Valyria.
Once again the scene changed, this time to a burning city, they watched as the earth cracked, letting out rivers of molten fire, they heard as thousands screamed while they died, burning or choking on the poisonous gases and the dust and smoke, they watched as dragons burned to death, as the flames rose high enough to touch the heaven, frozen fire or dragonglass rained from the skies… this was the Doom
" The Doom consumed all, killing millions, it sent Essos into chaos, the century of Blood began as thousands waged war to claims Valyrias legacy, Volantis declared itself heir to the freehold, the lands of Essaria and all of the Eastern colonies were overrun by the Dothraki, Those of Valyrian descent living in Lys and Tyrosh were slaughtered and enslaved whilst the first daughter gave them no refuge ", Bloodraven said he voice slow and full of sadness.
" A terrible calamity, nature is often cruel "
" No, this wasnt nature ", this time anger rising in his voice as he spoke.
" What? ", Questioned Jaekar.
" This dear nephew wasn't natural, someone caused it, someone cursed the fourteen flames, someone destroyed our people, our ancestral home, someone killed millions.. ", his voice rose with each word before he finally stopped, craking his teeth shut to get control.
" Who… who was it, who could do such a thing ", Jaekar asked, restless.
" I do not know, who it was… I cannot see past the destruction, but know this it is up to us to find out, we must travel to old Valyria, find the truth and remove this curse, this is our second goal "
" I see, we can take a break now, we can talk late.. "
" No, let's just get this over with…"
Once again the scene changed.
This time they were witness a battle waged upon a snowy waste, one could see demons of ice and cold flanked by Ice Spiders and undead Giants as they attacked a defending force consisting of men in black cloaks, Giants, Children of the Forest, cavalrymen riding both horses and unicorns, all lead by a man with a great Hammer, flanked by a huge direwolf, the man pummeled the hammer down upon the ground, raising blocks of ice that created barricades as he manipulated the ice all the while defending against the incoming host as well as giving his archers spots to attack from.
This was the Battle For The Dawn.
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The archers shot hundreds of dragonglass arrows with each volley whist the infantrymen created a shield wall along with dragonglass spears to boot killing all the undead that tried to pass, the living Giants fought the dead ones in a battle of brute force whilst the Children used their magic against the Ice Spiders and those dressed in black cloaks rode against the dead with longswords of Dragonglass.
" How much longer, Azodreus ", the big man with the hammer roared, he was well built with black brown hair and great eyes, he looked back towards a tall silver hair man who stood there drawing rune after rune, weaving some highly complex spell.
" A while Brandon, these things can't be rushed ", a voice replied, yet it was not the man but a woman with golden hair who stood beside him, guarding him.
" We don't have any Nisela, he might be coming any moment… ", he began before being cut off by a roar, looking North one could see a flying beast, not exactly a dragon but some thing like it.
" An Ice Wyvern ", Bloodraven said.
Riding atop it was none other that the Great Other, The White Prince, The King of The Long Night…. A monster of ice and cold.
The ice Wyner went straight in, blasting a wave of ice upon the defenders taking a good chunk out before turning and heading straight towards straight the two mages.
" No you don't ", the man now identifed as Brandon shouted as raised another wall of ice ladened with spikes in an attempt to defend his allies.
The woman Nisela responded with equal measure, drawing her sword that was made from a material unknown to Jaekar and with it as a conduit summoned and sent a ball of fire towards the enemy.
The Night King and his mount moved side to side dodging each attack before his mount let out a wave of ice straight at the mages yet the attack did not hit as Nisela had already drawn up a magical shield.
After trying to unsucessfully block the ice blast Brandon was knocked away and had to retreat to the now breaking frontlines in an attempt to hold them, creating new fortifications.
" Sorry Nisela ", he muttered " but you have to hold him on your own "
Nisela sent fireball after fire ball engaging the Night King a duel of Ice and Fire, all the while shielding the man Azodreus as continued his spellwork
With each passing blast, she could feel her magicka levels drop, she wouldn't be able to hold it up an much longer, yet she had to.. Azodreus needed time to perfect the spell.
Her husband watched her knowing her predicament very well as he made a decision in the heat of the moment.
" Nisa ", his voice softly called her ," let the shield down love and stand back ", he said surprising her.
" But...But the spell needs more time, we just can't.. "
He softy smiled ," Just trust me on this one alright, just lay down the shields and stand back "
And despite every cell in her body screaming otherwise she did.
He walked out upon the white plain, the condensed ball of magical runes upon him hands as he prepared to face the Great Other.
The Night King and it's mount came in for another pass, laying upon him a wave of cold upon which he returned fire with a wave of light emanating from the condensed runes.
The attacks clashed and a moment later the Ice Wyvern fell to the ground, but it wasn't the only one to do so.
Azodreus followed suit as Nisela ran to her now fallen husband, she cast spell after spell to heal him from the ice spike that had pierced his heart, yet spells such as these could only heal not ressurect…
Moments later he opened his eyes and her heart leapt with joy only to be dejected as he looked upon his now cold lifeless eyes, the eyes that had looked upon her with nothing but love now looked empty and reeking of death.
He had failed, the Night King had survived.
Tears falling freeing she plunged her sword into his heart as she turned to face the Night King who had now scrambled up from under him now dead mount.
Her eyes were red with rage and grief as he plunged her sword into her belly, bathing it in her own blood, following which she cast a spell using every drop of magicka to stay alive as she plunged her now blood red flaming sword into the ground tearing apart reality itself, creating a rife amongst worlds and pulling up an object, a scroll that Jaekar was all so familiar with.
She opened it pointing it at the White Prince casting a spell as he ran towards her ice spear in hand yet before he could reach tendrils of white light shot out of the scroll wrapping around the Great Other, creating a rift in space time sending the Night King to a time not him own.
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Jaekar watched with interest as the armies clashed against each other.
He watched in awe as he met the three hero's of this Battle Brandon the Builder, Azodreus or Azor Ahai and Nisela or Nisa Nisa as they would be later called fought.
He watched in fastination as the three used magic he had never see.
He watched in horror as the Night King descended upon them.
He watched with hope as Azodreus cast that spell upon the Night King killing his mount.
He watched with sadness as Azodreus died, turned and was killed by his lovers blade.
But what happened next, he had no words.. he watched as Nisela used some form of blood magic to open a rift between their two worlds summoning the ever familiar Dragon Elder Scroll to banish this enemy to a time not his own, much like the three hero's had done to Alduin in his world.
" I believe this is enough for now ", Blooravens word brought him out of his trance ," let's take a break, we will talk later "
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Authors Notes :-
So here we are, I know after a long long time, sorry….
So this is an interlude chapter.
The next one will continue the discussion, as well as explain more history and stuff especially about the goals and stuff.
Then we will move on with the story towards the tourney.
As for now we are already looking towards two adventures in Essos.
As for the two other world, don't worry they aren't modern by any standard. Basically the same type as the World of Elder Scrolls and the World Of Ice And Fire. If I ever decide to bring them into the story they would be the worlds of Dark Souls and of The Witcher.
So love, it hate it, tell me…
Ask any and all questions you have in the comments….
Thanks a lot for reading….