The Great Expanse of the Dothraki Sea stood before me. When I came to this world I knew I could make a difference, to change wrongs that were forced upon the innocent. Especially when I could call upon a Dragon to bring about the change. The Khalasar looked like a colony of ants from my position. Their comings and goings are so small compared to what the khalasar can do as a unit. With the might of their fearsome warriors preying on the weak outside of city walls throughout Essos.
It will change today. Starting with this Khalasar I would bring these people to their knees so they will never rise to hurt so many people again. I give a nudge to NightFury, a small nod to a world only I remember. And we swing west to get a better angle, as well as hopefully miss as many slaves as possible. I also look further west to see the caravan I hired to help take care of any survivors. This whole operation shouldn't turn into a mess.
It's time, we've got the angle. There isn't anything else to check. I just got to do it. "Jagon!" I yell out to the wind, NightFury understands and we begin the descent into future glory, Fire, and blood. The wind is picking up as we cut through the air like a Valyrian sword ready to swing down on its foe. The world itself seems to speed up and then slow down in turn. Like a great paradoxical pendulum, as though the World itself seemed undecided about what would come of my actions. Even closer now I wondered how the brain could speed itself up enough that I could have so many thoughts in a fraction of the time. The Dothraki had finally noticed me but it was too late.
"Dracarys!" I yelled and a great purple flame grew from NightFury's Jaw and consumed the center of the Dothraki camp. The smell of Ash and Fire rose to the air with us as we ascended to give another strike at the camp. The screams of the dying sounded as though a whisper when compared to the speed of the Air we traveled through. We turned around and I saw a few Dothraki trying to run out of the camp. NightFury knew what to do, and before I could comprehend it We had surrounded the camp in a Ring of Fire. The Smoke coiled around the camp like the tendrils of an angry God. But I was not done with them yet, We came in for another run at the camp to give one last blow. As we came in close I saw a single bowman loose an arrow. It flew past me in a great rush, but I was distracted and another arrow hit me square in the shoulder. Another hit me in my foot, and three more bounced off the back of my armor.
NightFury gave a roar of fury and spewed fire onto the archers that tried to resist the inevitable. We rose up into the sky and flew to the hill I had used to scout the area, one of the few hills in miles. Where I waited for the fire that we had caused to calm down and search for survivors.
By the time the caravan had caught up with us I flew over to see the site of ruin I had left.A scar upon the earth that I had put there. The air was filled with smoke and blood and all of it was because of me. I looked for any survivors within a few miles of the scare and found only dead except for a few groups that had probably run south before I pinned the entire Khalasar in a ring of death.
I decided that anyone who had survived probably wouldn't want my help so I left them be. I turned back to look at the scare I had made again. This time I landed right in the center of this giant mess I made. Bodies half cooked and burnt, smoke lingering on their skin. Ash layering horses in a blanket to comfort them in death. I had created a Hellscape, killed so much. I was told that when killing your first man the usual response is to puke. Am I abnormal for not responding like that?
I told the caravan that they could loot the field as long as they helped any survivors. But I don't know what there would be to loot. Everywhere I looked, there was only Death. It was reaching Dusk now. It's weird to think I became a mass murderer over lunchtime…
I laughed at the absurdity of it all. I thought this would be glorious and glamorous. Something to be proud of. Something that I did by myself. But all I've done is become a senseless murderer. Sure It will help many throughout Western Essos. But is it worth it to kill one man to become the savior of 5 others? Sure at first glance it seems like a sweet deal. But no matter the option countless innocents whether they were slaves in khalasar or slaves of a magister they would still suffer.
It is my burden, my goal, and my future. I must continue on. This land will be cleansed of slavers and then I'll move to the next. NightFury by my side.
The Caravan has reached the Scar. Many refuse to go in. The Destruction I have wrought is terrifying to them. Many look to me and my NightFury as if we are either Gods or Demons. I know the truth of it. For all Father may approve of the saying that "Targaryens are closer to Gods than men." I know that any people capable of destruction I have just caused would be descended by something Demonic. Or maybe I don't know the answer, maybe most Humans would also use their dragons like I have against those they hate and despise.
The leader of the caravan had reached me in the center of my grotesque artwork. His face gave away how disgusted he was with me.
"Which Prince of Westeros are you Targaryen?" he asked in High Valyrian, with a slight Pentoshi accent.
"My name is Valerion Targaryen."