Chapter 5: The Forest God and the Queen of Dragons

New Krazaaj Has

Once a prosperous city that formed a part of the Old Empire of Ghis. Then it fell into the reign of the Valyrian Freehold and went a cultural metamorphosis and continued to grow until the Doom took away the Valyrian might and left the city at the mercy of the Horselords who raped, plundered and burnt the city to the point of desertion. Now the same people who destroyed it was rebuilding it. The tall Ghiscari pyramids were slowly being restored and the homeless were being settled.

News travelled across the continent about the city's resurrection. Some debated that it was the return of the Empire wiped out by the Valyrians while some thought it was taking a Valyrian style and another group thought it was going to be in the image of the Fire Lord himself.

In the centre of the city, a worn out pyramid stood in which a meeting was going on. Every Country or State has its own problems in the thousands but a common one faced by all is finance. Natsu Dragneel the Fire Lord of the East, the King Beyond the Sea, the Demon etc was all titles that meant nothing more than cool words to the man when it comes to helping those depending on him. Ofcourse he rejects the claim of being King but his actions tell another story and one such is his decision to approach wiser people for advice.

"I am no money-genius but am preeettttty sure we need a better plan than collecting taxes in the double from the peasants." Natsu gave a scowl as he stared the sweating (rich)councilman who had a Dothraki stare at him from across the room as he sharpened his blade. He looked at the remaining members gathered. "Anyone has a better idea than this bozo? Anyone?" There were whispers, some in protest and some in agreement (mostly the commoners). "I can hear everything." He grunted annoyingly with his eyes closed and twitching, causing everyone to quieten.

"Your grace. I have." A middle-aged man stood up. He wore green and brown silk and had a bald head that had leaf like symbols engraved "We can borrow from the Iron Bank." There was a silence in the room and the Dragon Slayer had his eyes on the Councilman. "Once we have sufficient funds to develop our economy and better the standard of living we will be able to earn and repay them in continuous instalments." There was a murmur between the men.

"That is...I don't know, what do the rich guys think?" He saw the noble men nod. "What do the non-rich but still just as important guys and girls and older girls think?" He saw the senior and young people give their approval with an aye. "And what do you think Korgo?" He turned to look at the Dothraki who sat at the far end of the room sharpening his weapon. Not because he was asked to, but he found the men and women shouting and talking in different languages rather annoying and only stayed there for the sake of his Khal.

Upon his Khal say something, Korgo jumped up and drew his arakh. "Addrivas?!" He asked Natsu quickly.

Natsu quickly waved his hands fast. "No! No addrivas! Korgo no addrivas! Comprendo amigo?" He sighed once the rider holstered his arakh and turned to Brenoris who stood near his seat. "Berny wouldja explain to the guy what's happening?" He asked.

"Yes milord!" They watched as Brenoris turned towards the Dothraki and began to speak and Korgo responded. It took a while before the horseman completed his thought. Natau's translator turned to look at him as he waited expectantly. "He says whatever his Khal thinks is good, is good for them too." Brenoris said.

Natsu raised a curious brow. "Was that all? I think the sentences was a bit longer." He asked suspiciously.

Brenoris let a nervous chuckle and revealed the whole conversation. "Uh...he also thinks we should just loot the next city and the others so that we won't be in any debt."

"Oh...well tell him, we won't be doing any looting but I appreciate his input." He gave a nervous chuckle and looked back at the older gentleman who has spoken. "So you in charge of the money making thingy for the good of everyone old timer. By the way what's your name? Where you from?"

The bald man bowed respectfully. "This one is from Ifeqevron your Grace." This revelation caused the whole room to gasp.

Natsu stared wide-eyed. "Ohhhhhh... I'm sorry but why are we all being shocked?"

"My Khal, he's a Wood-Walker! We should destroy him!" Korgo shouted out as he drew out his weapon for the third time.

The Dragon Slayer stared at the Dothraki with interest. "Interesting..." He narrowed his eyes and stared at the standing man who was responsible for this uproar. There was a moment of silence as the council held their tongue. "Well?" Natsu looked at his translator who quickly came next to him.

"Yes milord?" She asked a bit nervous, never seeing him act so serious.

"I have my serious face, and I said interesting." He pointed out as he raised his eyebrows.

"Uh..." Brenoris couldn't help but bite her lower lip.

Natsu let out an exasperated sigh. "Tell me what Korgo said because I heard him say Ifeqevron and he may know something, duh?"

"Oh!" Brenoris clicked her tongue and gave an embarrassed look. "I thought you understood him and was going to make a big judgement."

This caused the pinkette to raise an eyebrow in confusion. "Understand him? You know I don't speak spaghetti and I don't judge people...well mostly..." Before he got lost in his own ramblings, the girl spoke.

"He said not to trust this man because he's from Ifeqevron, a city in the North-east. And that we should kill him." She revealed.

The Dragon Slayer let out another sigh. "Korgo buddy, no Addrivas." He shook his hand negatively before turning to the man. "And what's this Ifeqevron?"

"Your Grace, Ifeqevron means Wood-Walker. It is a name given to my people by the Dothraki." The old man spoke.

"Your Grace, this man...or whatever he is can't be trusted! He's a sorcerer!" One of the councilman spoke out accusingly. A choir of support came from the remaining people who were seated.

"Your Grace, I have kept track of all your conquest! You haven't taken your army that east! This man has intruded in without being a part of our council." Another shouted. And it continued.

"Your Grace!..."

"Your Grace!..."

No one noticed that the Dragon Slayer had his eyes shut and that it was twitching. "SHUT. UP!" He shouted, and the room fell silent. "Thank you!" He harshly said. "Firstly! Why the hell are you guys calling me 'your Grace'?" He looked around searching for answer in frustration. "Do I look like a guy with grace?

"Thank you for giving me a chance your Grace-err milord?" He saw the King in ignorance sigh in defeat and motioning him to continue. "I am Ba'lak of Ifeqevron, I have come here representing our city and pleading our fealty to you."

"Lies! If he wanted to align with us, why did he sneak inside like a thief? He's a sorcerer I tell you!" Once again a councilman shouted.

"Guys. I think we talked about this. I am trying my best to focus here so quit FUCKING DISTRACTING ME!" Korgo immediately stood to which Natsu turned sharply. "NO! NO Addrivas!" The Dothraki immediately sat down. "You must be laughing Oldman...wherever the fuck you are..." He muttered and motioned Ba'lak to continue.

Ba'lak cleared his throat. "For centuries our people prospered in the forest. But before all this we were prey to Dothraki and slavers. Our forests were cut down, our women defiled and our children enslaved. It all changed when the Forest God came to us. He defended us, nourished our forest and kept us safe. He taught us magic and to protect the green." The sorcerer spoke.

"Hmm...seems like you are doing a very good job there. Then why didya come to me?" Natsu rubbed his chin as he looked at him scrutinizing.

Ba'lak sighed. "Because the Forest God prophesied your arrival. That you'll be among the few who can save this world from another Long Night."

He slammed his palm on the desk and got up with a triumphant grin. "Ha! I always knew I would eat the sun and shine 24/7!"

"The Forest God has...uh... accurately predicted those exact words and asked me to tell you that's not what he meant." The Ifeqevronian man nervously chuckled, not knowing whether it was a mistake in being honest.

But the Dragon Slayer's response was non hostile. "Ah...man...then?" He whined as he sat back down with a huff.

Taking a deep breath the bald man spoke. "He said you'll find the answers as you go because that is the way of a Fairy Tail Wizard, to seek adventure."

That definitely got the Fairy Tail Wizard's attention. "How...? Whoa...where is this Forest God?" He stumbled around as he stared at him in shock.

"He rests as a tree." Ba'lak spoke wisely.

Giving him a deadpanned look, Natsu asked. "Come on you can do better than that. I think I might actually know this guy. Tell me more about him."

Once again the scholar was at a difficult position. He knew he couldn't bloat up things about the Forest God as the King may know him and it would only serve to hinder other things. Besides, honesty has got him till here and he was still alive. "Forest God has a...uh...specific sense of humor, he jests at random and makes the one's listening confused too..."

Natsu gave a pause to think and for a moment it seemed like he was going to pinpoint who it was before he shook his head. "Come on man, you need to give me something to work here, I can't remember what some old-timers jokes were. Give me a simple one. Easily see-ably." He pointed his fingers to his eyes and towards Ba'lak

"He's a tree and he calls himself Warrod Sequen-" That was all he could say before being cut off.

"Wait! You are telling me that your Forest God is a tree named Warrod Sequen?" Natsu burst out laughing banging his hands on the table. And soon everyone gathered began to laugh at the standing man. "I can't believe that ol'man Warrod is still alive! Oh my gosh when can I see him? Does he still have the teleportation power with him?" Natsu asked between laughs making the embarassed sorcerer look at him in surprise.

"You know him?" The laughter died down as Ba'lak spoke. The gathered were once again perplexed by what was happening.

With a grin Natsu replied. "Yep! He's a part of Fairy Tail!" Natsu showed the man his right shoulder where his sacred mark was on. "The out of place joke bit gave him away, I jus' wanted to make sure we were talking about the same guy."

"The Forest God has given something if you still don't believe me." From his sleeve he took out a cloth roll and placed it on the desk. Brenoris quickly went and passed it to the Dragon Slayer who opened it. It had its edges burnt of but a red symbol on a blue background still held true. His guild's flag. "I-" Ba'lak, clearly out of words just stared at the pink haired man.

Before he could speak again, Natsu cut him off once again. "So when are we leaving?" Many protested immediately. The room was in an uproar once again. He raised his hands. "Alright, what's the problem now? Why you all shouting?"

"Your Grace, you can't go with him! He's a sorcerer! This is a trap!" An old man with short white hair pointed out.

Supporting the first old man, another stood up. "I agree, your life could be in peril!" He added.

"Peril? Is that a place too?" Some of them choked, others just stared. "Whaaaaat? You guys are using tough words on me! Berny!" Natsu shouted.

"Peril means danger milord!" She quickly replied to the Dragon Slayer's query.

"Why didn't you say danger? Is it because you wanted to make me look stupid? Or do you feel smart when you use crappy words against poor guys like me?!" He angrily asked before sitting down and taking a deep breath. "Look. I don't know if everyone here knows what I am capable of, but let me be clear, I am going, whether you like it or not. This guy has done nothing to make me feel threatened or stupid..." He gave a glare to the man who used peril. "...till now. And from his words, a comrade of mine is living there, waiting for me. So I am heading to Of town with the Hulk!" Natsu declared standing up. Ba'lak and the others wanted to correct the man but understood it would be useless.

Without another word he walked out towards the great window and jumped. "GERONIMO!" He shouted and slid down the slope like surfing. He dodged the balconies and jumped over the steps and landed in front of the main entrance. There was a small crowd of his citizens waiting to get a glimpse of him. "Yellooooo people what's up?!" He shouted with a grin as the crowd cheered for him and split in the middle. He ran with his hands held to his side's and slapped it with those extended.

After sometime it came to his knowledge that Ba'lak was still up on the triangle thing and he didn't know how he would get there. So he waited with his fans, as he would like to call them and engaged in entertaining them with his fire magic.

"Look where the bird's going!" He pointed out as he made a bird from his flames and let it fly over the children who tried to jump and catch it. "Oh but what's this?" He dramatically lured their interest to him. In his hand was a humanoid figure made of the same flames as the bird. It drew an arrow and shit at the bird which exploded into tiny shining particles the fell like snow. Some had fear of getting burned but once they touched their bodies, they only felt warmth. The children cheered for more but the Councilmen and women have arrived. "Ok guys I'm off now. I'll show you more next time."

The two men stood in the garden at side of the pyramid. "So like, we gonna be flying on a flower?" Natsu nervously asked. Not really wanting to be on a moving surface.

"No your Grace, the Forest God now has a much more discreet way." Ba'lak replied as he planted a stick with one single leaf. Natsu blinked dumbly at the action.

"Oh...so..." He began after a few moments of wait. "Are we waiting for it grow cus I think you'll need some waterrrrrr!" Before he could finish, roots shot out from the ground and circled them, forming a sphere around them.

"Your Grace, I suggest you hold on." Ba'lak warned as he grabbed hold of a thick root.

"Grab on to what? Why? What's gonna happeNNaaahhhaa!" The sphere was pulled down, making him go green as it traveled through the underground. The huge sinkhole was quickly covered by roots and mud moved over it, leaving no trace of any difference in the area except for the stick with the single leaf.

Natsu was on the floor of the root sphere as it moved through the ground. There wasn't much shaking as Ba'lak could still stand and was trying to not look at the miserable man who laid in front of him. But hell came to an end for our hero as the sphere burst through the freshly rained ground and broke away upon landing and reverted back into the ground.

Natsu jumped up in joy before kissing the ground. "Oh I missed you so much!"

"Your...Grace?" His guide called him nervously. Natsu looked up questioningly. "The city is nearby." The two walked through the forest path. "The denizens of Ifeqevron knows of your arrival and await you with great joy." The man spoke as he walked through the mud path which was immediately covered by grass and flowers behind them.

Natsu had his hands folded in front of him and with sigh of boredom he asked. "Why couldn't you just make us appear inside the city? This walk is boring."

"We are here your Grace." Two large bushes disappeared and made a path into one of the most breath taking places he has ever seen. There were grass plains, clear water ponds and long lines of trees and other greenery. Large trees hosted houses stop and below them. The area was teeming with life. Small critters ran around while majestic white stags and other creatures grazed the fields.

"Whoa! This is so cool!" Natau's exclaimed with an open mouth as they walked through the plains.

"Yes your Grace, the people of Ifeqevron is nourished by the forest." Ba'lak revealed.

Natsu turned around and looked at the man curiously. "Where are the people? You said they'll be here." He asked.

"They are your Grace." Ba'lak smiled and looked behind him.

Natsu turned around and his eyes widened. Just a moment ago, there was no one there, but now, the whole area, the hills, the tree tops and the ground was filled with thousands of people in clothes that had atleast a portion of it in green. They remained still, just as the Dragon Slayer.

"Umm...hi?" He gave a nervous wave. The reaction was immediate as they all kneeled. "Oh no no no! Don't kneel!" But they didn't listen until Ba'lak spoke.

"People of Ifeqevron! Your King has arrived!" He declared.

"What? No. You're not helping here-" But his protests were muffled by the sudden joyous uproar from the silent people. Many gathered around him and touched him all over. "Hey! Hey! No touching! Stop! Hehe! Tickles! Stop!"

Ifeqevron was a paradise. The air was fresh and smelled good, the land was green and game was abundant. It almost made him wish he could settle here and be lazy for eternity. After the smothering he received, the Dragon Slayer was treated to a large feast. From the feast he heard the many magic abilities the people wielded and was looking forward to see them. But his councilman objected to it politely and reminded him of the main reason he was here.

And that lead him to the centre of the forest where a medium sized tree stood. It was a few feet taller than him, but the bark and branches told of it's age more clearly than it's height did. Moreover, the tree had a face. A very familiar face that had it's eyes closed. "Oldman..." He gently called the tree. There was no response. It stayed still as a normal tree until. "OLDMAN! GET UP! NAPPY TIMES OVER!" Natau's appearance changed into that of a Cartoon devil as he began to run around the tree shouting obscenities before climbing on to the branches and plucking away the leaves all the while laughing evilly.

"Ouch ouch ouch! Natsu! Stop boy! I'm up! Damnit." The sleeping face on the tree opened his eyes and yelled.

"Ha! I knew you weren't sleeping. Do trees even need sleep?" He asked as he got down and stood infront of the face.

Warrod let out a sigh and looked at the boy and smiled. "It's good to see you again."

Natsu gave a broad grin and nodded his head rapidly. "Yea...you too Oldman. Hey you have any idea where the others are?"

Warrod shook his head making the whole tree shake. "No. But I have a feeling they'll be alright. After all we aren't the number one guild for nothing." To this the Dragon Slayer laughed and nodded in agreement.

"Yea. You're right. I'll just find them along the way, right?" He said.

The Ex-Fairy looked at the Dragon Slayer from top to bottom, examining him thoroughly. "My friends tell me you are a King now." Warrod teased.

Natsu stumbled. "Ah not you too!" He complained as he sat down on a large root. "And what friends?"

"Tree's, plants, birds and animals..." Warrod explained.

"You mean that tree over there is your friend?" Natsu with dotted eyes pointed at another tree a few feet away. Before Warrod could answer, he changed the subject. "No way! You can talk to animals?!"

"Just joking." He immediately spoke before adding. "Or am I?"

"Screw you oldman!" Natsu pouted and turned away. "Your jokes sucks and how is that even a joke?!" The Dragon Slayer turned to leave.

"Natsu wait, I might be able to help you in your journey." Warrod spoke seriously this time, making the Dragon Slayer look back at him over his shoulder. "Just a joke."

"Oh come on! It's not even funny!" Natsu stomped and ignited his fist and gave a light punch on the face, making it char.

Warrod coughed out some smoke and said. "Ok. Ok. Here take this." A branch extended down with something wrapped in a leaf. Inside was a bunch of sticks with leaves much like the one Ba'lak planted in the city before bringing him here. "Plant them in every city you go. Make sure it is not on a pot or a garden away from earth. It should be planted in the ground having direct contact with the earth."

"What does it do?" Natau's asked as he picked one up.

"I'll be able to see through all the plants there and tell you what is going on." The tree man explained.

"Why would you need that?" Natau's asked confusedly before a teasing smile came over him. "Oh you wanna perv on the girls don't you?" He teased the man. "Warrod is a pervert. Warrod is a pervert." He sang as he danced around the tree.

"What?! No! I can be your eyes." Losing composure, the Ex-Fairy shot back.

Once again the Dragon Slayer was filled with confusion. "I already have two why do I need more?"

Warrod grunted in annoyance. "Natsu if you don't get the meaning this time, I'll throw you in a boat and let it sail in the sea for a whole day." He quickly shut up and sat down with his legs folded. "Unifying these many cities will make a new Empire my boy. And the people look up to you for leadership whether you like it or not." Natsu tried to protest but a sticky leaf was plastered on his face. "But that is not the only thing, you'll have enemies who you won't be able to punch. They will fight dishonorable and will do despicable things to hurt you indirectly because they can't fight you in person. You need more than two eyes, which by the way means people who know what's going on around. People who has some answers."

"Oh...ok tree gramps...if you say so. Besides..." He grinned innocently. "I'm not the thinking type, so you can help me." He admitted with an embarassed smile.

Warrod chuckled lightly and spoke. "You are perfect the way you are Natsu. Whether you are a demon, dragon or human won't matter. Because you define yourself by living and I must give you a warning. A war is coming Natsu. You'll have your friends with you, but you'll need more than them. Because the enemy is one that you have never faced."

One hundred years before the Doom of Valyria...

North of Mantarys

She fell from the sky. Her massive form shadowed the hills below her. Animals ran away on instinct and men prayed for the Valyrians have come, at least that was the only reasonable answer to the giant mass of black and scarlet. From the city they saw the gargantuan beast slam into a bald hill without any grace. The debris flew everywhere but the fresh rain had the mud heavy and didn't form a cloud. Shepherds ventured closer to the crash site cautiously.

Ninety years later...

Forty Thousand died in the half decade long war that followed her arrival nearly a century ago. From the Forty powerful Dragonlord families, twelve were wiped out along with all eighty seven dragons. The two of the rivalling powers in Valyria was among them which paved way for another House with a much more strategic approach. To wed the invader. Many lords were wed to her but she tossed them away after they lost her interest. But her due was given. As the Queen of Mantarys and the land surrounding it. She was given gifts, gold, slaves both men and women to keep her entertained. None saw her age, and none was able to sire a heir by her which she never intended to in the first place.

"Valar morghulis...valar dohaeris." She smiled as she looked over from the highest tower of Old Valyria. A small cruel grin came over her face. "All men will serve...or they die..." Irene Belserion the Queen of Dragon. She was now free from everything. She cheated death twice, she was liberated from Zeref's dream, she had no bloodties to think and she ruled what she wanted.

"Your Radiance, I have news from the Dragonlords." Her servant, a young girl with platinum blonde hair and black eyes. She was a Valyrian, at least part of her is. Born to a Meereenese peasant after a Targaryen Dragonlord had one too many glasses of wine and a list filled night in a lower part of the city. It wasn't willing in anyway as the girl's mother already had a family. With her family disowning her, the girl took up the oldest profession at a very young age but fate gave her to a better master after the destruction of the army camp that kept her.

"Tell me Noor." Irene replied in High Valyrian, not even the ones born in Valyria could compare to her grace in speaking their tongue.

"The Dragon eggs you have asked for has arrived." Noor spoke with her head down.

An ominous smile graced her ruby red full lips. "Excellent. Have them placed in my study." A glint in her eyes showed a cross appearing briefly in her pupils before disappearing. Before the servant girl could leave Irene called her again. "Noor, your birthday is coming. You will be sixteen soon. Whatever you desire, name it." She appeared in front of the girl and raised her chin to make her look at her.

The girl timidly looked at the woman's beautiful eyes. "Anything your Magnificence gives will make me happy." She answered softly. Irene smiled lustful and slowly ran her finger down the girls petite body and stopped at her breast to fondle it for a moment before grabbing her and pressing the girls back against her breast and burying her hand underneath her skirt.

The lord's who have spend their hours to bring their most valued possessions for the her were left to wait as the only message left from the room were moans and other lustful noises as the Queen of Dragons devoured the Valyrian bastard.

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"Lord Mayjeon and Lord Jaheryeon I sincerely apologise for my delay. I was engaged in a private matter." Two silver-gold haired nobles stood up from the couch and gave a short bow which was returned by the woman.

"It was our pleasure Lady Irene, I had time to update myself on what is happening around the freehold with my cousin." Lord Mayjeon replied. "But before any further talking, we present you our Dragon's new eggs." Jaheryeon motioned his slave to bring the treasure chest. He then opened it for his cousin to show the woman. "Although we are not sure if you will be able to hatch them without help..." He added carefully.

Irene curiously looked at the eggs. One was silver in colour and the other dark red. "That is okay my lords, I have enough experience from my past in dealing with Dragons." She smiled politely and motioned Noor to take the eggs.

"Careful girl, they are worth more than ten thousand soldiers." Jaheryeon warned as he watched her take them from his slave.

"Oh she'll be fine. I have faith in her abilities." Irene defended the girl with a light chuckle. "So anything of interest may have happened here?"

Mayjeon gave a snort. "A noble family's head has gone mad."

Irene looked at him in interest. "Oh? Do tell more."

"Aenar Targaryen said his daughter saw a dream that is going to happen. The Doom of Valyria." There was a silence in the room before the three burst out laughing. "But that's not it! Jaheryeon, tell her what he did." The Lord spoke with childish thrill.

Inbetween his own laughter, the Dragonlord spoke. "He sold all his property in a hurry which made him lose half of the value and took their young dragons and left to our Outpost in the next continent. Now he lives like a peasant!"

Irene giggled before asking curiously. "If I recall properly, the Targaryen's were one of the lesser families right?"

A bit of seriousness came over the Dragonlords faces. "Yes. But they still have Valyrian blood and have the ability to hatch dragons." Jaheryeon said.

Irene sighed tiredly and motioned her servant. "You cannot help people when they chase fool's gold. Let's forget about the stupid Targaryen's, they already made me forget about treating you to a drink in my home." The servants brought the alcohol to them. "These are the finest nectar you will find in this world."

Taking a sip the lords savoured the taste. "They are fine wine. But they are far from the sweetest nectar we have tasted." With lusty eyes, the Dragonlords quickly came over to either sides of the Queen of Dragons. One groped her supple breasts while the other buried his finger into her wet folds while capturing her lips in a kiss.

Call it what you may; her overconfidence, carelessness, megalomania? But she should have seen from her first mistake. The past will always follow you. Her days of controlling the most powerful empire came to an end within a decade when she saw the beast she thought dead looming over the sky, readying for a breath attack she knew that would destroy everything.

"You destroyed my Kingdom..." In the flaming hell that was a mess of Dragon Magic and lava, sat a man with a missing arm and a leg. Irene remained a few feet away. It was so tempting to try and end him now, but she knew what would happen, why he inspired more fear than Zeref himself.

Acnologia looked past her, not even wasting the time to look at her while speaking. "You were dead."

"So were you." She gave a smirk when he growled.

"Get lost." He grunted and closed his eyes.

She huffed and said. "Rudeness won't do you good. You aren't in your best-" A hand was around her throat and it wasn't the one still intact. The empty socket of his arm sprouted a dark purple energy that took the shape of an arm. Without wasting another moment, she vanished from his grip.

Once again, she was where she arrived. Mantarys. The city had nearly fallen into chaos before she took control of the vassal city. The people worshipped her and she ruled as a benevolent ruler for sometime before the darkness spread back. Men were made to serve her. If they don't, they die.

Mantarys soon came to be the Dragon's Game under the tyranny of Irene Belserion. Her obsession in destroying Acnologia came to the point where she sacrificed countless men, women and children to gain power through the dark arts. But none had the amount of magic to fuel her and this made her mad in her search. But then it happened. The word of the pink haired demon who breathed fire and was liberating city after city and taming the Dothraki.

She stood on top of the tower with the Harpy's statue. A glass of wine was in her hand. "You are going to make a tasty meal, young Lord."

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