Capítulo 1: dragons, piss pots and plotters oh my!
An: don't have a real outline for this story. Kinda writing it on a whim I had. Lmk. Btw, the face cam is not set in stone right now. It's just a place holder.
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Waking up after a plane crash was the last thing I planned to do.
I slowly open my eyes which was akin to sliding a rusted window open.
I look around to see something I didn't expect.
Pure, lush landscape and a river beside me.
The air isn't hot nor is it cold. It's awesome.
I take a deep breath of air and notice it's fresher than any I've ever inhaled.
That's when everything changed.
I feel and hear something breathe behind me. As I turn my mind races for any reasoning behind what's happening.
The object is white. So it seems the plane is here after all. Expect planes don't breathe. After finally getting my head around I'm face to face with a white and golden dinosaur.
He has both his huge golden eyes set on me and he's sniffing my now rapidly backing away body. Following me to the edge of the river I reside beside.
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''Ah, please don't hurt me Mr. dragon. I swear to leave you alone.''
The language I spoke was unfamiliar to my ears. What the hell was going on?!
As I look behind me for an escape route I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the calmly moving water that brings every single bit of my attention back to Soley the new face I wear.
I see a jax teller look alike starting back at me.
The only difference I can see is the hauntingly violet eyes I have. In the middle of the pupil it looks like some kind of lotus design. They're truly fascinating to look at.
That still doesn't explain why I look like this. And why there's a Dino behind me.
Turning my head I correct myself. Dragon.
Wait!
Dragon?
Purple eyes?
Snow White hair?
I feel a sword at my hip. Carefully releasing it from the sheath I touch the blade resembling Damascus steel my worst fears are confirmed.
The voice of this body's father as a small white and golden dragon drapes around his neck, hissing at any who get close, speaks.
'' my child, you must protect him until he can protect you. What shall you name him? Such a beautiful creature doesn't deserve to be nameless?''
From the point of view I was in, my younger self said back to the older man, ''his name is brightfyre father'' earning him a ruffle of his Snow White hair that was already down to his shoulders.
I come out of that memory and a number of others flood in. Like my name. Ragnar calaeris. My age. 16. And my new fate. Stuck after my family died of an Illness. Leaving me alone with brightfyre.
This is all leading up to the most recent news I've received from my memories about what's happening in the heart of the world here, westeros.
The name alone sent a shiver down my spine. Sex, betrayal,politics, intrigue, war. Especially the time I've woken up in. 6 moons ago I heard merchants talking about making way to westeros to attend the crowing ceremony of king viserys Targaryen 1st his name.
If you love these things this is the place for you. I sadly had no desire to be here. To kill people. Because no matter what, I will have to do it. The time I've been put into ensures such a thing. The only question now is, who to support? Black or green? Such a thing sickens me to think about. Both sides Killing children. Both blood related to the children they killed. So much crazy shit.
Literally other than fighting in either war of the dawns, this was the most dangerous time to be in a world like this with an asset like brightfyre at my disposal.
While not totally true, relatively speaking a dragon is akin to a nuke in this world. So my need to establish a base of power and fighting men is essential. Ugh. I decide to move on instead of dwelling on it. Not like there's any going back now.
What I notice next about my new body is the unbridled strength I can feel from it. My muscle figure is lean and lithe, but the power I feel radiating from it is immense. I wonder what this is?
Putting those thoughts away I make my way toward my pale friend. He gives a happy shriek seeing my approach and meets me halfway, knocking me over to smell my scent and take in my presence now that I've gotten over the fact I'm in a world of death and destruction.
I notice now more clearly the non-saddle he wore as I climb up and tell him, ''fly brightfyre''
I remember my father saying that it hinders a dragons ability to maneuver, and that a true dragonlord should be able to fight with or without one. As a calaeris, one of the major houses and makers of Valyrian steel, the need to come up with anything to be better at during the time before the doom was as important as land and marriages.
With so many families becoming able to ride dragons, people had to find ways to stand out. This lead to the introduction of the product known as Valyrian steel. Who knew? A drop of blood, dragon glass, and dragon bone lit by dragonfire is all it takes.
That's something I plan to make full use of when I arrive on the shores of westeros.
But I need to have a clear plan of attack. Where I'm Going, why I'm going there. What people are there and can I trust them to go to sleep without having my throat slit from ear to ear? Hmm wait, maybe I can attend the next tourney. Should the plot follow the tv series, which seems to be the case from my limited knowledge and lack of seeing for myself, then I'll appear at the heirs tourney.
I can help save aemma. Damn those grey rate for trying to kill house Targaryen. Sure I didn't enjoy the idea of marrying a sister. But I also won't begrudge someone else their own choices.
This is the very essence of that the faith of the seven does. It tries to take over. Convert or die was their motto when they were invading westeros.
If not for the neck and the sneaky crannogmen who call it home, they would've done to the north what they did to the south. Cut down weirwood trees. Force people to follow their laws.
Those are the only decent people on this world in my opinion. The first men. Defeaters of the first long night. Led by the descendants of Brandon the builder, house stark whose said to be able to connect with direwolves.
While such things were cool, as were the giants and earthsingers, i was not happy about plotting lords and shitting in a pot.
But the feeling of flying took all my grievances away. It felt like I was atop the world.
Brightfyre and I danced through the night sky to avoid detection, pirouetting among the stars that looks so beautiful.
That's when we heard a roar from our right.
Quickly turning my head I see only beautiful purple eyes and flapping stars.
As the object gets closer I can see hands down the most beautiful dragon I've ever seen. A mix of deep blacks and purples. Wings that looked like a constellation.
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My companion brightfyre doesn't like this at all, letting out beautiful golden flames with veins of white running through them.
The other dragon let out beautiful violet flames as we circled eachother.
All I could think at the moment was, 'goddamned dragons, piss pots, and plotters'
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AN have some ideas for face cam for pairing lmk. As well as which girl it should be. You all know the choices. Images of dragons will be up soon. Hood you like it. I'm really just putting things down and seeing if I enjoy where they go. See ya.
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