Bab 1: Prologue
[Stormlands, 72 A.C]
(Third Person POV)
In the dead of the night, a bright falling star broke through the clouds, barrelling towards the ground in the middle of a vast field on the Dornish Marches.
The glow from the star shone brightly, its light reaching for miles, an other-worldly blue. As quickly as the blue light shone, it disappeared. It was an instant, the speed of the falling star, zipping down from the clouds and onto the land.
Anyone who witnessed probably thought that they were dreaming, such a sight was rarer than Dragons, the majestic beasts that belonged to House Targaryen.
The moment the star collided, there was a powerful explosion that shook the ground for miles. A massive pillar of flames and smoke immediately followed the collision, a loud and strange roar filling the air of the Stormlands.
Even the Lord of Storm's End heard the roaring, which alerted him in his bed.
The explosion didn't harm anyone, not directly. There were many smallfolk and even highborns that were woken up by the collision, some were frightened to the point that the world was ending.
There was no immediate danger to the collision, not that they were aware of. This was an alarming event, however, and the Storm Lord did order for the investigation.
Coincidentally, Prince Aemon Targaryen, son of King Jaehaerys, was in the area atop his Dragon, Caraxes. The Heir to The Throne decided to go and investigate the collision, waiting for the smoke and flames to clear out.
There was a strange feeling in the air when he approached the pillar of smoke, which unsettled the young dragon. Aemon would feel the air would become both dry and humid at the same time, fluctuating every few seconds. The feelings were strong and noticeable, something that he found strange.
After it cleared out, Aemon found the massive crater to be empty, containing nothing in it. While this was a strange thing, Aemon dismissed it to be nothing that was threatening as the danger had passed and nobody was hurt. He did in fact notice that from the crater, shallow fissures that ran across for nearly a mile were spread all around.
It was a strange phenomenon, but the Prince found no immediate danger.
He was wrong, however.
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Some soldiers were camped out in the middle of the Dornish Marches, an occasional patrol that was sent by their Lords. They sat under the night sky, looking up at it in nervousness. A tent was set up next to them, they all sat around a campfire.
"Did ya hear?" One of them said, "Prince Aemon went ahead and investigated the Fallen Star."
"Yea, what he find?" The other said
"Nothing." The soldier said
"Nothing? The fuck you mean nothing?" He said, "How is it nothing? Did you not hear the howling? The Roaring? The Bellowing? That shit ain't nothing."
"I'm telling you, he told Lord Baratheon it was nothing!" one of them said, "You think he's going to lie to his wife's father?"
"There was a fucking dragon that fell from the sky, I'm fooking telling ya, mate!" one of them said, "What else could create such a fucking thing, man?"
"You think it was Balerion?" the other said, "The Black fucking Dread???"
"Balerion? Na, I hear he's too fucking old, ya know." He said, "I'm telling you, it's a dragon from the sky, a Fallen Star Dragon."
"What kind of fucking booze do you drink, man? Ain't no dragon falling as a star." He said with a scowl
One of the other ones, who wasn't saying much, scoffed, "I don't think it was a falling star." He said as he bit a piece of bread, "I think...it was a dragon, one of House Targaryen's secret experimenting dragons. Ya know, with magic and all."
They all looked at him, "What?" one of the other said, "Magic dragons? Are you mad, lad?"
He shrugged, "Hey, Magic exists. You know, my ma told me that there are these types of ladies that sing and they call upon storms." He said, "And there's these River lads, they can control animals and that shite. And our King is literally the head of a House who controls Dragons, mate. Are you gonna tell me magic ain't real? It's fooking real, mate."
"Yea, but an experimental dragon? The fuck?" one of them said, "I saw it, man. The Fallen Star...it was an actual star that burst through the sky. It looked like it had cracks, the night sky you know."
"You saw it too?" another said, "The cracks? I thought I was drunk."
"You were. But yea, I saw the cracks." The other said
One of the soldiers looked to the side where there was a small crate, "Hey." He said, "What did you all do with my sword?"
"What? What sword, mate?" Another said
The soldier stood up and walked over to the crate, "My sword. I left it leaning here." He said, "I just oiled it, did one of you take it?"
"No, mate. We've been sitting here the whole time." one of the others said
"Then what the fuck happened to it???" The soldier asked, "I left it right here!"
"It probably fell down and one of us kicked it behind the crate." Another said, "Look for it. It's dark, you probably can't see it."
"No, it's not here." He said as he straightened up and faced them, "One of you fess up, what happened to my sword?? I swear, if Ser Rodryk sees me without my sword, he's going to beat me. I'm telling you-"
Suddenly, a blade plunged through his chest from his back, surprising him and his fellow soldiers.
"W-What?!" one of them yelled with shock, "Lamy!"
The soldier looked at the blade that impaled him from the back, "W-What...."
"There's your blade." a voice said as a tall figure was behind him
"Who the fuck are you?!" the rest of them stood up and drew their weapons
Then, the sword was swung upwards, ripping through the soldier, blood and guts flying everywhere as the corpse fell to the ground.
The soldiers looked at this with horror, seeing the figure of a man wearing a strange leather coat. He was tall, muscular, and had somewhat pale skin. He had thick black hair and bright red eyes that pierced at the other soldiers.
"Huh." He said as he looked at the sword, which was slightly bent, "That's odd..."
"You fucker!!" one of the soldiers said as he lunged at him
In a swift motion, the man smacked the sword out of his hand and immediately grabbed him by the throat, lifting him off the ground with ease.
"W-Whoa!" the other said
The Man narrowed his eyes as he crushed the soldier's throat, killing him instantly.
He dropped the lifeless body of the man, "Interesting." He said as he tossed the sword down, "The Soulway must've limited my abilities. I feel....weak...."
"Y-You....!!" one of the soldiers said with fear in his voice, "What are you?!"
"Me?" The Man said with a slightly sinister tone as he smirked, "Oh...you wouldn't recognize me..."
"I am The God of War and Death."
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