Capítulo 3: Chapter 3 - A new path?
[1 year later]
One year has passed since I was born, and let me tell you, I have learned and discovered many things.
First thing to note is that my growth rate is terrifying. I'm 1 year old but my body is already as tall as a 5 year old.
I also have completely mastered the speaking and writing of common tongue as well as High Valyrian and I can also walk perfectly. At first the maids, especially my personal maids, that I consider to be like my own mothers, were worried, scared and surprised at first.
But with time they started to say that I was blessed by the seven, and that they have blessed me with great intellect to be able to learn so fast how to speak and write.
Since they thought that my fast growth was completely normal, I started to ask questions like my name, where we were, and so on and so forth. This helped me to confirm that I was indeed in Westeros. I discovered this by asking the maids questions like the name of the continent.
This however also helped me discover that my name is Balaemor Targaryen, son of Prince Aegon Targaryen, younger brother of Daemon Targaryen and Viserys I Targaryen.
And my mothers name was Anne from the Vale. I tried to figure out which family she was from, but apparently she was not born a noble, but was born a peasant, maybe that's why everyone loved her.
My father apparently was a man who liked to travel around the world and one day when he was traveling through the Vale he saw a beautiful young peasant woman (my mother) and when their eyes met it was love at first sight.
And from then on, it was like every love story in the books. They both secretly met multiple times and also married in secret, and then after many years together my mother was finally pregnant with me.
My father, being the man he was, decided to go on a journey to old Valryia and try to find a dragon egg that may have survived the Doom. In the hopes of giving me an egg that could hatch a dragon that could have rival Balerion in its prime.
Surprisingly he actually found an egg that had survived the Doom although the egg was 1/10 of the normal size of a dragon egg. It was deep black and with a small white almost gray light humming from between the scales.
He also found an ancient Valyrian deep black full body armor, 2 curved one side blade swords also deep black in color, they kind of make me remember the swords from the elves from lord of the rings, and one also deep black greatsword that could cut through anything like knife at the temperature of the sun cutting through melted butter.
But apparently when someone with the blood from old Valyria uses it, the edges of the blade turn a bright red, almost white, and then the sword could cut through anything so easy like there was nothing there in the first place.
The materials from both the armor and the swords are unknown, but they are definitely not normal Valyrian steel. Probably some material lost with the Doom.
My father wanted to put the symbol of house targaryen on the chest of the armor, but it was impossible to even make a scratch on the armor. So a new layer made of valyrian steel was put on top of the chest so that the symbol of house targaryen could be put there.
The same was done with the swords.
But also, apparently the journey to old Valyria didn't go as expected. As, out of the 50 men that went with my father only 20 returned, and they returned with stories of monsters and unknown dangers that lurked in Valyria.
It also appears that my father was injured and caught some kind of illness, and was very sick, and a few days after returning to Dragonstone he died. Apparently the illness was not airborne or the rest of the men that returned with him would also be sick, but they weren't and because no one knew how to treat my father he died.
My mother was very distraught with his death, and the stress of the pregnancy and now with the stress of her husband dying cause her to go into a very deep pit of depression.
For an entire week she didn't eat or drink if not for the bare minimum. She didn't even attend his funeral.
This caused her to have to give a rough premature birth, on which they had to cut her open to take the baby out. This caused her to lose a lot of blood. And so after giving me my name she passed away of blood loss.
With my father and my mothers death, I was now the owner of a lot of things.
My father has left me a beautiful ancient Valyrian deep black full body armor, 2 curved one side blade swords also deep black in color and one deep black greatsword,
He also left me a massive amount of gold from his adventures and military campaigns mostly in Essos. A total of 60 million gold dragons. (About 4 trillion and 790 billion dollars)
He also left me his loyal personal army of 10,000 men for me to command when I come of age. But for now they will be my personal guards.
But last but not least, he left me the ancient dragon egg that he found in old Valyria.
My mother left me a golden ring with a beautiful bright red stone, probably a ruby, in its center. Some people may call it simple, but I think it is the most beautiful thing in the world because it makes me remember her face and her beautiful red eyes.
After going through my inheritance I found out that I was born in the year 101 AC, which means, I'm 4 years younger than Rhaenyra, my cousin, and that King Viserys I Targaryen is my uncle.
I have also been considering what path I should take.
Should I join the Blacks or the Greens in the future? Whatever side I join I will be forced to have to bend the knee to someone and knowledge them as the ruler of the seven kingdoms, since I, the son Prince Aegon Targaryen, younger brother of Daemon Targaryen and Viserys I Targaryen, I don't have a claim to the throne.
So I have ultimately decided to leave Westeros and build my own kingdom. And the perfect target to start my journey is no other than the Stepstones.
They are rich with pirates that I can forcibly recruit for my army, the islands are full of resources, and they are in the perfect location to control the trade between Westeros and Essos, so money will not be an issue.
Then I could expand my territory into Essos, to expand my fortune and army, and then finally return and conquer Westeros.
But first I need to focus on what I have right now. I have an army of 10,000 elite soldiers, all veterans of many battles and who have all sworn fealty with a blood oath to me. I have a dragon egg which will have to grow first for my plan to become king of the Stepstone to succeed. I have also started to change the armor and clothes of my personnel army.
I have decided to give my own design to them.
Now they look like roman praetorian guards with black and golden armor, their helmet now as a face protection and they have a darkish purple cape. And our symbol is not a dragon but it's now the roman eagle just without the S.P.Q.R.
They have roman shields, roman swords, roman bows and arrows and roman spears. And they have started to learn how to effectively use this new equipment and have started to learn new formations too.
And because I'm a big fan of the roman empire I have made my men learn and train to perfection with roman tactics from my previous life.
Their new equipment is lighter and more flexible, but it offers more protection and is 5 times as hard as normal iron ore.
Their weapons are also 5 times as sharp as normal weapons. They are probably almost if not of the same quality as valyrian weapons.
But of course that for all this time, I haven't been lazing around just making and learning how to make armor for my soldiers, as well as weapons. As I have asked the captain of my personnel guard to start and train me, sir Rodrick.
At first he was skeptical because I just had my 1 nameday, but because my body was as tall as a 5 year old and because I clearly show signs that I am more mature than I looked, he decided to give it a shot.
He probably thought that after a few minutes I was going to get tired of training and abandon it all together, but his attitude probably changed when I was showing clear signs of effort and that I was clearly doing everything that he asked of me no matter how difficult it was, with no signs of wanting to give up.
And so, my days have been of me making Roman armor and weapons in the morning while also explaining Roman military tactics to them, and in the afternoon, sir Rodrick would train my body to its limits.
All of this to prepare myself and my soldiers for the future wars that are to come.
[Somewhere underground]
In a dark underground place from which one could hear multiple sounds of dragons, there stood an egg, a very small deep black egg with a small white almost gray light humming from between its scales. The ground was as hot as lava but the egg showed no signs of damage.
And then.
[CRACK]
The egg cracked, but not because it was damaged, no, it cracked because the beast that one day would terrify and make the whole world scared of its presence, a fear so horrendous, that not even the legendary Balerion the Black Dread could have hoped to overcome it, wanted to come out.
His presence would be so massively strong and terrifying that even Balerion the Black Dread and even the strongest of ancient dragons to have lived in the time of old Valyria would have coward in fear.
His name given by his first and only ever rider would forever terrify the souls of mortal man, women and even dragons.
ANCALAGON.
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