It's a Game Of Thrones crossover. Expect the unexpected.
Zeus finished his final check and made sure everything was loaded onto the wagon. Making sure the three passengers and their supplies were all laid before turning around.
The goddess Loki stood there with a displeased look on her face.
"You sure you have to leave?" She asked. It wasn't the first time she asked this question.
"I have to for Bell's safety. The city is in a volatile state since we failed to kill the dragon. That's why we're taking him north, so he can grow up somewhat safely," Zeus explained.
Loki looked past Zeus and at the carriage, looking at the white-haired woman who held her baby nephew. His mother did not survive childbirth.
"Do you think he's really him? The one who can save us from the white walkers?" Loki asked.
Zeus looked back to his Grandson. The boy was related to him in all but blood.
"He met the three requirements that we know of. Born under a burning star in fire and salt. Of course, the fire was the fireplace, and the salt was the tears. But with this prophecy, one just can't know."
Loki hummed in agreement. One simply didn't know who Azhor Ahai could be. She just hoped it was the baby boy who remained quiet as his aunt held him.
"So the cover story is that Freya and I banished you for the sake of keeping the peace. Such a dumb reason for you to leave."
Zeus just chuckled and stroked his beard.
"It ain't that bad for ya. You're in second place now. Hope you enjoy my old spot."
"It doesn't mean anything if I couldn't take it from you myself. This just feels like cheating," Loki grumbled.
"Something you're good at," Zeus joked.
Loki smiled at the joke. "Still a load of bullshit that you have to leave. After everything you've done for these people and this city. They just chew you up and spit you out the one time you failed. Hell, if we weren't so well off, who knows what could've happened?"
Zeus nodded. "Yes, who knows. But now it's your turn to lead the next generation. There's only a few level sevens and only a handful of level sixes left. Make sure they get stronger. One day, the boy will return. When he does, keep an eye on him for me."
Loki quirked an eyebrow. "You mean you're not coming back from the north?"
Zeus shook his head. "If what we believe is true. Someone has to hold the line. That's why the remnants of mine and Hera's familia's are already there. I stayed back to make sure I got Bell out of here safely."
"There's a good chance you'll be wiped out."
"Then we'll have bought you as much time as we could. Just hope you'll be ready by then."
Loki nodded before speaking. "Well, see ya, Zeus. Maybe one day we'll get wasted in a tavern and peek at girls again."
Zeus chucked. "Maybe one day."
With the goodbyes said, the two parted ways. Zeus heading back to the carriage, and Loki heading to her home. In human years, it would be a long time before the two saw each other again. But for gods, it would be like no time passed at all.
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Bell walked around in the snowy landscape around him. He wore no winter clothing, yet he didn't feel cold. He blinked, and the scenery around him changed.
He jumped in fright and fell on his but, causing the snow around him to kick up. Yet nobody paid him any mind.
The little boy was frozen in fear as he saw a man. No a force of nature sitting on a skeletal horse in front of him. His skin was a dark blue and was cold to the touch. Almost as if the cold had taken on a human body.
Its sapphire blue eyes looked coldly ahead of him. He didn't blink and had horns on the top of his head. Behind him was an army of the dead numbering in the thousands.
The blue figure then slowly looked down and stared at Bell. His cold eyes piercing the young boy's soul with how cold the gaze was.
The blue figure slowly moved his finger to his lips but didn't make a sound. He was telling the scared little boy to be quiet. Bell could feel his breathing and heart rate pick up. Before shooting awake, panting, his eyes darting around the room.
The boy's dire wolf pup headbutted the boy's arm to get his attention. Bell looked down and felt himself calm down a little, feeling the pup licking him to provide some sort of comfort.
"Thanks, Met. But I'm going to Alfia's room," The young boy said. The dire wolf, whose name was short for Meteria and whose fur was silver in color like his mom's hair, jumped off the boy's bed and walked to the door.
Bell's small seven-year-old body crawled out of his bed and walked to the door. He opened it and hurriedly walked to his aunt's room, opening the door and seeing her in her bed.
He walked up, and Alfia lifted her covers and let him crawl in. Bell got closer and felt her arms wrap around his small body and pull him close, feeling him nestle into her bosom.
Met jumped up onto the edge of the bed and laid down at the end of it, keeping watch of the door. She wouldn't let anyone hurt her owner.
"Nightmare again?" Alfia asked.
"Mhmm," Bell answered.
Alfia tightened her hold on her nephew. In Alfia's arms, Bell felt safe. The white walkers couldn't get him if Alfia held him.
As the boy grew older, he knew this wouldn't be true. But he was only a seven-year-old boy. He needed something to make him feel safe.
So Bell spent the rest of the night in his aunt's arms, feeling the warmth and comfort she gave.
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"Hey, Grandpa, look what I found," Bell cheered as he opened the door to their house. The small family lived in a village called Hearthome. It was a massive village in the Halfdan mountain range far north of Orario.
It was always covered in snow being this high up, but the inhabitants managed to survive thanks to special types of fire magic and buildings made to grow food inside stable environments.
The village was mostly comprised of Zeus and Hera familia members, as only the higher level members went to fight the OEBD. The lowest among them was a level three. The village also had an ample supply of fish thanks to the river that went down the mountain.
Zeus sat by the fireplace and looked at his Grandson. What type of cool rock did he find this time?
"What'd you find this time, Bell?" Zeus asked, an amused smile on his face.
"I found this egg," Bell said as Mete stood by his side. The little puppy staring at the old god with beady eyes.
"An egg? Come here, boy, let me see," Zeus said.
Bell and Met walked over to Zeus, and Bell handed him an egg. Once Zeus got a closer look at it, his eyes widened in shock.
What was a dragon egg doing this far up north? Also, how was it still alive and not turned to stone?
"Bell, where did you find this?" Zeus asked, a little concerned about where his nephew had wandered.
"In the woods. It was in this weird black thing that was warm to the touch. No one was around it, and I found this letter with it," Bell explained, reaching into his pocket and handing the letter to Zeus.
From a friend
That was all the letter said. Three simple words and his Grandson now owned a dragon egg. But dragons nowadays were few and far between. So whoever gave this to Bell must really care for him. Or also believes that Bell is humanity's savior.
"So, what type of egg is it?" Bell asked, peering over his Grandpa's shoulder.
"A dragon egg. Looks like you got yourself another pet," Zeus cheerily said.
"Oh, Alfia is gonna throw a fit over this," Zald joked as he walked into the cabin.
"Oh, Zald, I take it the hunting went well?" Zeus asked.
Zald shut the door so as not to let any more cold air in.
"Yup, caught a few deer and about two dozen rabbits."
"Good, that'll give us enough meat to last til fall, hopefully," Zeus said, putting the dragon egg in the fire.
"Why are you putting the egg in the fire, Grandpa?" Bell asked.
"Because you have to keep the dragon egg warm, and eventually, it'll hatch," Zeus explained as he brought his Grandson closer to the fire.
Bell nodded his head in understanding and watched as the red dragon egg rested in the fire.
"Is it gonna hatch now?" Bell innocently asked.
Zeus and Zald chuckled.
"These things take time, Bell," Zeus said.
"Was I born from an egg?" Bell asked.
Zald busted out laughing while Zeus cringed.
"Not exactly."
"Oh? Well, how was I born?"
"I'll tell you when you're older."
"Why not now."
"Because I like living."
"Good answer, old man," Alifa said as she shut the door.
Alfia walked to the fireplace, and her eyes narrowed at Bell seeing the dragon egg.
"And where did you find this?" She asked.
Bell gulped and felt himself grow nervous.
"In the woods"
"Mhmm, and why did you bring the dragon egg home?
"Because it was abandoned in the woods."
"So you thought to bring it back here."
Bell nodded. Alfia sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Bell, you already have a dire wolf. You don't need another pet."
"Please, Alfia, I promise to take care of it when it hatches," Bell begged, giving Alfia his puppy dog eyes.
Alfia felt her resolve cracking. "But you already have a dire wolf. Why do you want another pet?"
Bell innocently tilted his head. "Because it's a dragon."
Alfia felt her resolve breaking down more at the boy's cuteness.
"He's already proven he's responsible enough to take care of a pet. Besides, won't he be even safer with a dragon by his side?" Zeus said, adding his two cents.
"I don't need you being logical for once, old man," Alfia said.
Alfia looked back to Bell, who looked at her with his big red eyes, begging her to let him keep the dragon.
Alfia sighed in resignation. "Fine, but be careful. This dragon will be a lot different than the dire wolf. It could even hurt you."
Bell quickly nodded his head. "Thanks, Alfia, you're the best!" Bell cheered as he ran up and hugged his aunt.
This caught the woman off guard, but she returned the hug after a moment.
"The things I do for you," she muttered.
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Night had fallen, and Bell was asleep in his bed with Met by his side. Zald, Alfia, and Zeus sat in the living room watching the dragon egg in the fire.
"Alfia, I think it's time we start training Bell," Zeus stated.
"He's seven, Zeus," Alfia said.
"I wasn't much older than the boy when I started," Zald said.
Zeus turned to look at Alfia. He could see the worry and apprehensiveness plastered all over her face.
"I just don't want him to have to pick up a sword. I don't want him to have to fight," Alfia said, explaining her worries.
Zeus gave her a sympathetic look. She really did love that boy.
"Alfia, if he is who we think he is, he'll have to be ready. He won't be a kid much longer, and it's better if he's prepared for what he'll have to face," Zeus explained.
"I assume the dreams haven't stopped either," Zald asked.
Alfia shook her head as she grimaced. "Why did it have to be him?"
"Because fate can be a tricky bitch. Not even us gods can control it."
The three then heard a door open and the sound of tiny footsteps running towards them. Alfia already had her arms open before Bell jumped into her lap, and she wrapped her arms around him.
"Nightmare again?"
Bell didn't reply but just nodded.
Alfia sighed and ran her hand through Bell's hair to comfort him. She looked back at Zeus, and the look she gave him told him everything.
It was time to start training Bell.
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Five years passed, and Bell was now 12. The night after the three adults had their talk, they told Bell he would start training.
This made the boy smile as, in his words, he'd be able to protect Alfia now as he grew stronger. They also revealed what happened to his parents.
It saddened the boy knowing his mother died giving birth to him. He would've blamed himself for her death were it not for Alfia giving him a stern but loving lecture about it not being his fault. How his mother would've traded her life for his in an instant.
He did feel a little anger towards the OEBD for killing his father. He would've vowed revenge were it not for Zald explaining to him his father died, buying time for Alfia and Zald to escape. He told Bell the story of his father's last moments and explained that he wouldn't want his son going on a revenge quest.
His father always said revenge is a fool's game, and Bell didn't want to be a fool and dishonor his father's memory.
The only things he had left of his parents was his father's bastard sword called Longclaw. It was made of a metal Bell never heard of called Valerian steel, and its forging method was lost to time. His mother's dagger which was also Valerian steel. A gift from his father to her.
Lastly, he had a locket with a picture of his parents. Judging by the bump on his mother's belly, it was taken before his father left to fight the dragon.
He cherished these three items immensely. His dire wolf had also grown a lot over the five years. No longer was she a pup but a nearly fully grown wolf. She was about twice the size of your average wolf and twice as aggressive when it came to Bell's safety.
Bell used to ride on her back when he was younger. But he couldn't do that now as he was afraid he'd hurt her, and he didn't want to do that.
Zeus commented that it was like Meteria was watching over him in the form of a wolf. The dragon egg still hadn't hatched, but they always kept a fire going and the egg on top of it. Bell would check on it every day to see if it had hatched.
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Bell panted as he lay in the snow. He had just had a spar against Alfia, and like always, he lost. Longclaw was next to him, and he could see the white wolf's head on the pommel. Met was off to the side, watching her master get his ass kicked with a happy look on her face.
Bell pushed himself up and saw Alfia holding her hand out to him. He took it, and Alfia helped pull him to his feet. Alfia patted the snow off Bell's black cloak before his dagger was pressed against her throat.
She looked at him in shock as Bell just smiled at her.
"You never said the spar was over," He said, a cheeky smile plastered on his face.
Alfia clicked her tongue before her own smile appeared.
"Well played, Bell. Well played"
Bell still held the dagger at her throat. "I'm not taking this away til you say it's over. I know how you are."
Alfia chuckled. "Look at you becoming bossy."
"Say it."
"Fine spars over happy"
Bell took the dagger away and sheathed it. "Yes, what's the score 999-1"
"Don't keep score. Just be glad your hard work paid off, and you won. Even though you outsmarted and didn't win in an actual fight."
"Don't you always say knowing is half the battle?"
"Don't use my own advice against me."
"Then what's the point of teaching me?"
Alfia kicked snow at him. "Go inside and get your status updated. Training's done for the day."
"Alright, alright, I'm also gonna brag about me beating you to Grandpa as well," Bell said
Bell grabbed Longclaw and sheathed it before running off back to his cabin. Alfia watched with a smile on her face, seeing how much the boy had grown.
She looked down at her locket and opened it. It contained a picture of his sister when she was younger. Alfia always felt guilty not being born sick while her sister was.
She felt it was unfair that Bell had to grow up without a mother. But she would raise that boy and do anything he wanted to make sure he grew up into a fine young man.
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Bell opened the door to his family's cabin and saw his Grandpa sitting by the fireplace, still watching the egg.
"Anything yet?" Bell asked as he took his cloak off, leaving him in a black long-sleeve shirt. His pants were brown, and so were his boots. He stopped on the rug in front of the door to get the excess snow off his boots.
"Nope, still nothing. It should be soon, though I can feel it in my gut."
"So I'll have a dragon soon?" Bell asked, sitting next to the old man.
"Yes, now why are you back early? Don't you still have training for another few hours?" Zeus asked.
"I beat Alfia," Bell simply said.
Zeus's eyes widened in shock. "You beat Alfia? How the fuck did you do that?!!"
Bell had a goofy grin on his face. "I outsmarted her. After losing so many times, I won, and it feels awesome."
Zeus wrapped his Grandson in a bear hug and ruffled his hair. "That's my boy. But don't let this win give you a big head. Sure, revel in the victory but don't get too cocky. Else Alfia will knock you on your ass another 900 times."
Bell laughed as Zeus let go of him, and he stared into the fire. Soon, his dragon egg would hatch. He'd just have to wait a little more.
"Now, let's update your status. I wanna see how high you jumped."
Bell unsheathed his dagger and handed it to Zeus as he took his shirt off. Bell's body was slim and muscular, but since he was still a boy, one could hardly see it. Once he got older, it'd be more noticeable.
Zeus's blood hit Bell's back, and his status appeared.
Bell Cranel
Zeus familia
Level 2
Strength: S- 1000
Endurance: S- 995
Dexterity: S-998
Agility: SS- 1100
Magic SS- 1000
Skills:
Familial desire: The desire to protect those seen as family allows the user to grow at an accelerated rate based on his feelings for those he sees as family
Analysis: Allows user to analyze any weapon or person and see a weakness. Be cautious of its use
Swordsmanship: B
Development ability:
Abnormal resistance: D
Magic:
Flames: Chantless magic used to set things on fire. Passed down from the father
Ice: Chantless magic used to freeze things. Passed down from mother
"Alright, your numbers aren't too bad, and you can level up. But I know you want to get those numbers higher, right?" Zeus asked
Bell nodded as he put his shirt back on. "Yeah, I wonder what my limit is for my stats, though? Is there a limit?"
Zeus shrugged. "I don't know. Haven't seen a skill like this before."
"It's still hard to believe I beat Alfia," Bell smiled.
Zeus rolled his eyes. "Alright, I get it. You outsmarted her. Congrats. Hera's gonna lose her mind when she hears this."
"How is she doing, by the way? I know she's been swamped with administrative work of the village."
Zeus nodded. "Yeah, she handles most of the building projects and agricultural work. I just handle the guard and make sure our weapons are up to par. Couldn't imagine doing her job."
Crack
"Uh, Grandpa. The egg is hatching."
"What?!"
Zeus leaned forward to get a better look and saw cracks along the egg. He could see a talon poking out and trying to wiggle its way out.
After struggling for a minute, the egg broke, and the dragon flew five feet before falling. Bell smiled and leaned down, picking it up in his hands.
The dragon sat down and looked at Bell with piercing purple eyes. Its scales were shiny and silvery in color.
The dragon then blinked, and Bell felt a bond form with the dragon. He smiled as he knew just what to name it.
"I think I'll call you Silver. After my father."
Zeus patted Bell's back as the boy looked at the dragon. A sad smile on his face.
"You know, if your father was still alive, he'd freak knowing his son owned a dragon. He'd also be a little jealous."
"How would my mom react?"
Zeus chuckled. "She'd be a little off-put at first but then go. Oh sweetie, it's wonderful you made a new friend. Or something like that."
Bell laughed as Silver climbed up Bell's arm and to his shoulder. The little dragon looked around before he curled up into a ball and laid on Bell's shoulder.
Bell clicked his tongue. "This- he takes five years to hatch and then immediately goes to sleep."
Zeus just laughed. "Yeah, he's like your father, alright."
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Another two years passed, and Bell was now 14. He had grown taller and was now taller than Alfia. Something which she didn't like because Bell wasn't little anymore.
Met grew to her full size and was massive, causing her to eat a lot. But she was very defensive of Bell. Silver also grew, and while Bell couldn't ride him yet, Silver wasn't the small dragon hatchling he used to be.
He could still fit on Bell's shoulder as that was his favorite place to rest. Bell still had constant dreams about the white walkers and their army of the dead.
They were always in the same spot. Never moving, almost as if they were waiting for something. Bell didn't know what, but he knew he had to leave Hearthome.
If he wanted to get stronger, he'd have to go deep into the dungeon. He felt as if the dungeon was calling him. It felt weird, and when he told this to his family, they didn't know what to say.
But they did agree that Bell had to go and venture out. He needed to see the world. Or some of it, at least.
He'd been cooped up in this village for 14 years. He was a man now, and it was time he forged his own destiny.
But it didn't mean he'd have to go alone.
"Are you sure you wanna come with me? I'll be fine on my own, Alfia," Bell said.
He was making sure the saddle on his horse was secure. He had enough supplies for him and Alfia. However, he didn't expect her to come with him.
"Of course, I'm sure. It's my job to keep an eye on you. Even if you're leaving to go to Orario," Alfia stated.
"Alright, that's nice to know. I wish you would've told me because we could've gotten another horse ready!" Bell complained.
Alfia scoffed. "The two of us can ride on one just fine."
"Fine, fine. But I'm driving."
Alfia quirked an eyebrow. "Oh, and why is that?"
"Because it's my horse!" Bell stated.
Bell finished securing his supplies and looked at his dire wolf. She tilted her head and looked at Bell in excitement.
Bell walked up and petted her on the head. "You excited girl"
Met barked.
"I am to"
Silver let out a tiny roar into Bell's ear. Bell smiled and scratched his chin.
"Once we get down the mountain, you can stretch out your wings, Silv."
Silver roared again in agreement.
Bell then turned and faced the rest of his family. He was leaving, and it would be a while before he saw them again.
Zald was the first to step up. He ruffled Bell's hair and smiled at the boy. "Alright, I'm gonna keep this short as I ain't one for these emotional goodbyes. Just keep your head on a swivel and trust in Alfia, and you'll be fine. Other than that, have fun and enjoy your youth."
Bell was able to push his uncle off him and fix his hair. "Alright, I got it, I got it."
Next was his Grandmother, Hera. He didn't get to see her much as she ran the whole village, but the times he did, he was her sole focus.
"You've grown up so much. You look just like your mother minus the eyes. But have fun on your journey and listen to Alfia. Alfia make sure Zeus's teachings don't affect Bell."
Bell rolled his eyes as Hera kissed his forehead and stepped back. Allowing Zeus to say his goodbyes.
He wrapped his Grandson in one of his signature bear hugs.
"Alright, I'll keep this brief. There will be dangers on your journey, but Alfia will be there to help you. Trust in her, and you'll be fine. But don't always listen to her. You're your own man and need to make decisions for yourself sometimes. Also, take this letter and head to the Twilight Manor. Show it to Loki, and she'll take care of you two. See you later, my Grandson."
Bell squeezed his Grandpa tight before letting go. He took the letter his Grandpa wrote and put it in his cloak. After saying his final goodbyes, he walked back to his horse, where Alfia was waiting.
"You ready?" She asked.
"Yup," Bell replied before picking Alfia up and putting her on the back of the horse.
It caught her off guard at how easily Bell did that. Since when was he able to pick her up?
Bell then climbed onto the horse and grabbed the reigns. Alfia wrapped her arms around his waist, and Bell flicked the reigns while clicking his tongue.
The horse started moving, with Met following the horse. All the while, one thing kept rolling through Bell's mind.
"I forgot Alfia's a woman."
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It took nearly a month, but Bell and Alfia finally arrived at the gates of Orario. Silver had been flying around and enjoying the warm air. Met wasn't a fan, but where Bell went, she followed.
Bell and Alfia disembarked from the horse, with Bell helping Alfia down. He grabbed what little luggage they packed and sent the horse back home.
The horse breeders at Hearthome had trained the horses to find their way back home. It took a while, but eventually it worked.
Met was panting as Bell reached down and petted her.
"Don't worry, girl. Once we get settled in, I'll give your fur a trim so you'll be cooler. That sound ok?"
Met barked in agreement.
Bell and Alfia, plus two, entered the long line and waited. They waited for an hour before being called up.
"Name and re-
The guard stopped talking when he saw the dragon resting on Bell's shoulders.
"T-t-t-that's a-a-a-a d-dragon," the guard stuttered out.
"Hmm, oh yeah, don't worry, he's harmless. Ain't that right, Silver?"
Silver chirped, but the guard was still nervous.
"A-and the wolf?"
"Harmless as well"
The guard nodded as he nervously wrote down the two animals.
"O-ok, n-name and business"
"Names Bell, and this is Alfia. We're here to go into the dungeon."
The guard nodded as he shakily wrote down the information.
"And I assume your stay is permanent?"
"For the time being yes"
The guard nodded again and finished the paperwork.
"A-alright. N-n-now, you just need to pay the entry fee, and you'll be welcomed in."
Bell reached into his pocket and pulled out a pouch of valis. He placed it on the small wooden table, and the guard waved them in.
Once Bell and Alfia were out of sight, the guard ran to find his god.
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"You handled yourself well back there. When'd you get so confident?" Alfia teased as she led Bell to the Twilight Manor.
Bell rolled his eyes at his Aunt's teasing. "Says the one who didn't say a word. What were you shy around the gate guard? Did he make you flustered?"
Alfia bonked Bell on the head with her staff. "I will have no innuendos coming from you, young man, and if you tell Met to bite me, she'll get one, too."
Bell shut his mouth as Met hid behind him. Silver looked at Met, then to Bell. Then went to sleep.
"This dragon, I swear," Bell thought to himself.
After walking for another 15 minutes, Alfia saw the Twilight Manor come into view. She watched with a smile as Bell marveled at the Manor.
Bell had never seen anything like it before. He was used to the snowy cabins of the mountains. So, seeing all this grand architecture made him look like a kid on Christmas.
He even stopped the horse when he first saw the Tower of Babel, and Alfia had to remind him to keep driving.
Arriving at the gate, the two were stopped by the gate guards, who looked at Bell in fear.
"S-s-state your business," The one on the left stuttered out.
"We have a letter for Loki, her eyes only. Can we be let in?
"W-w-would we be able to stop you if we said no?" The one on the right asked.
"Nope"
"Go on inside then," The two said. They weren't gonna risk being burned alive by dragon fire.
"Follow me. I know where Loki's office is," Alfia said.
Bell did what she asked and followed her.
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Loki sat in her office drinking some of Soma's bad batch. Still better than anything a mortal could make. Well, the Valerians did give them a run for their money at one point.
She was bored as her kids were on an expedition, and so she had nothing to do except wait, and she hated waiting.
Orario had known peace for the last 14 years, and for that, she was glad. After the Egyptians caused all that trouble 20 years ago, Orario was on edge, and when Zeus and Hera failed to kill the OEBD, the city nearly exploded on itself.
"Uh, it's so boring without them here," Loki mumbled to herself.
She knew Hearthome was a dangerous place to live. Because even though it didn't have a dungeon, the monsters at the peak of the mountain were strong.
Comparable to that of deep-floor monsters. She was grateful to Zeus for giving her all that information his familia gathered up until floor 80.
But with her current manpower, she could barely make it past floor 68. If only she had more higher-level adventurers with her. Or had an ace up her sleeve like Astraea does. Or like Zeus and Hera.
A knock on her door took her out of her thoughts. That's odd. Is the expedition back already? They aren't supposed to be back for another two days.
"Come in," Loki said, putting her wine away.
The door opened, and Loki's eyes widened. Alfia, the woman she had seen leave 14 years ago to raise a baby, was now back, and if the boy with the dragon on his shoulder and the dire wolf trailing behind him was who she thought he was.
"Hello, Loki, it's been a while," Alfia calmly greeted.
Loki got up from her seat and stared at the boy next to Alfia. "Alfia, what are you doing here? Is this-
"Yes, it's the boy you saw 14 years ago. Bell, this is Loki. Loki, this is Bell. Bell give her the letter."
Bell reached into his cloak and handed the letter to Loki. Loki opened it and read it. It was from Zeus, and he was asking her to keep an eye on his Grandson as well as Alfia. Even approving of Bell's transfer to her familia so he could grow.
"So I assume you're staying then?"
Alfia nodded. "Yes, however, I won't be transferring to your familia. I'm just here to keep an eye on Bell. If needed, I can buy my own place."
Loki shook her head. "No, no, it's fine. I'll just give you your own room in the girl's dormitories. Bell will have to share a room with one of my kids named Raul, though."
Bell shrugged his shoulders. "Fine with me. Alfia, play nice when everyone gets back."
Alfia rolled her eyes. "I find it funny you're telling your aunt what to do."
"Then behave, and I won't have to."
Loki shook her head. She didn't want to know what was going on there.
"Alright, well, we can do the transfer now if you want. Or would you like to settle in first?"
"Transfer now works. Shouldn't take too long," Bell said, handing his dagger to Loki and taking his shirt off.
Loki inspected it and wasn't surprised it was valerian steel. She knew it used to be his mother's.
Bell sat down on a chair with his back facing Loki. She pricked her finger with the knife and let her blood drop onto his back. When his stats appeared, her eyes widened.
Bell Cranel
Zeus familia- Loki familia
Level 3
Strength: SS- 1300
Endurance: SS- 1200
Dexterity: SS- 1100
Agility: SS- 1500
Magic SS- 1400
Skills:
Familial desire: The desire to protect those seen as family allows the user to grow at an accelerated rate based on his feelings for those he sees as family
Analysis: Allows user to analyze any weapon or person and see a weakness. Be cautious of its use
Swordsmanship: SS
Development ability:
Abnormal resistance: A
Magic:
Flames: Chantless magic used to set things on fire. Passed down from the father
Ice: Chantless magic used to freeze things. Passed down from mother
"What the hell are these stats?!!" Loki yelled.
"Bell's a very special boy. Now lock his falna so no one can know about his abilities," Alfia ordered.
"I've never even seen numbers that high on the falna before," Loki said, exasperated.
Bell just laughed. "Yeah, I'm trying to see how high I can take it. I'm trying to find the limit and then get all my stats there."
"Kid, please don't tell me that. You already blow my Ais out of the water, and she's a level six. Ow, you're making my head hurt."
Bell laughed again as he put his shirt on. Loki told him where his room was, and Bell took his stuff there while Alfia stayed behind to talk to Loki.
"So you level up any over the years?" Loki asked.
"I did. I'm now a level 9."
"Damn, what did you fight in that mountain?"
"Manticores and chimeras. They eat their weak, and each generation gets stronger than the last."
"Kind of barbaric," Loki said.
"Nothing we can't deal with. Zald's the same as well, but he stayed back."
Loki nodded. "So two level nines exist. Wow, that's hard to believe."
"So, how strong is Orario now?" Alfia asked.
"Well, we're nowhere close to what you guys were before the OEBD. We have about four-level eights, six-level sevens, and about a couple dozen level sixes. Nothing compared to the 25 level eights you Zeus had, and Hera had even more."
"Well, with Bell's skill, he'll soon catch up with us."
"Do you think he'll be able to stop it?"
"I hope so. Else, the OEBD isn't the only thing we have to worry about."
Well, I'm gonna end this here and just say my ADHD made me have another story idea, and I couldn't sit and wait this time.
So, I wrote this and changed a few things. One of them being Alfia not being sick. The other is the Game of Thrones thing.
But anyway, I hoped you enjoyed. Also big thanks to my buddy Panckes for making this cover for me
