Capítulo 42: Ch.42
(AN: I am going with Daenerys's TV age, so she is currently almost 16. I do not want to write about a child, so by the time she has any romantic involvement with Talrit, she will be of age.)
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(Daenerys Targaryen POV)
For all my life I have been on the run with my only family left, my older brother Viserys. He told me many stories about what our family used to be like and how the realm betrayed us by killing our father and taking the throne. The only thing I have left from my family besides my brother is the medallion my mother left to me.
From what we know is that it was given to our eldest brother Rhaegar and before he left for battle gave the medallion to our mother. Somehow this medallion is supposed to be used for an emergency, but Viserys has tried all different things to get it to work. Though nothing he has done works, so instead he figured it was just a useless necklace and let me keep it.
Until recently my brother and I were constantly on the run and in hiding. Then we got word that one of the few remaining supporters of our family invited us to live with him. Magister Illyrio Mopatis of Pentos, a very rich and Essos's version of a noble, invited us to stay until we have an army to take back the throne.
As the months went by Viserys became more erratic than normal as he was having trouble finding supporters. His treatment of me was never kind, but now it has become even more harsh. Then he and Magister Illyrio discussed marrying me to a Dothraki Khal to gain a quick army. My fear and anger increased as I thought about how I was being used as a tool. Though my fear of my brother's anger made me hold my tongue.
"Brother, please do not make me marry some unknown man!" I plead with my brother after I heard that they sent word to whoever this Khal was.
"Quiet!! Do not question the Dragon! I am the King!" my brother says to me while backhanding my face and drawing some blood from my lips.
"My King, you should be more careful with your sister. Khal Drogo will not want damaged goods," Magister Illyrio says to my brother after seeing his strike against me, though I steel my looks even though my hatred for both men rise.
"Understandable," Viserys says while walking away with Illyrio continuing their conversation about the next steps once the Khal agrees to the marriage.
That night once I was left alone in my room, I cried myself asleep as I felt alone in this world. My only family treated me like a tool to be used and discarded, plus no one understood what I am going through. As I dreamed of a life away from my brother and this world's unfairness I played with the medallion in my hands.
'If only that man that apparently helped our family in the past according to Mother and Valtaris was here, he might be able to help me… What did Viserys call him again?... Valtaris?' I think to myself as I fall asleep.
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(Talrit POV)
As I was writing the books I read from the human libraries and adding them to the extremely large collection of knowledge in the main pyramid's library, I got a message from the medallion I gave to Rhaegar Targaryen. Though I thought he was dead and it seems he is as instead of him requesting my help it was a young woman who appeared to be looking for me.
Whoever was calling for me did not know about the medallion's workings as she seemed unsure about it. Plus from the sound in her voice, even though it was in her head, I could tell she was very depressed. I may not know her, but since she now holds the medallion and seems to need help I will help her.
"Rokgar, I am heading out. A medallion holder has requested my assistance," I say to Rokgar who was walking the halls having just left a meeting with the clan elders.
"Very my god, be safe. Though I am surprised there are still medallion holders?" Rokgar says to me as I am about to teleport away.
"As am I. Though this is probably the last one outside the Martells," I say before teleporting in the direction of this medallion holder which I am now tracking.
I teleport into the air and turn into my true form as I fly in the direction of the medallion holder. Though since they appear to not be in immediate danger I do not teleport my way there. Though as I slowly head in the medallion's direction, I can only hope it is not in Braavos as I do not feel like dealing with Sadridna the red dragon.
Thankfully it appears that the medallion holder was not in Braavos, but instead in Pentos, which is a few hundred miles south of Braavos. Though as I approached the city invisible flying above it, I noticed an extremely large host of Dothraki camping outside the city. And instead of attacking the city, they appear to be calmly camping outside, as calmly as their people can. Which I do not believe is like their people, which piques my interest.
Then I felt the ping of my medallion at one of the larger buildings, where a Magister lives. Looking down I see two silver-haired people, Targaryens, one young man and one young woman. They were meeting the Khal of this Dothraki Khalasar and from the looks of it making some sort of treaty. I could sense the young Targaryen woman's nervousness, fear, anger, and hatred. Knowing she is the medallion holder, I turn to my human form and teleport nearby while dropping my invisibility.
"I do not mean to intrude, but that is my medallion and this young woman has called for my help," I say making everyone present turn to me with different expressions.
The Khal and his blood riders all draw their weapons while eyeing me with suspicion. Then they seem to recognize me as the one who is friends with their religious leader. While the two Targaryens have vastly different looks, the man gives his sister a hate-filled look and gives me an annoyed one. The woman gives me a mixed look one with suspicion and hope as she instinctually places a hand on the medallion around her neck. The Magister eyeing me like he is trying to understand who I am and my motives here.
"Daenerys! You were able to use the medallion and not tell me!!" the Targaryen man says with deep anger and annoyance in his voice. The woman flinches at the man's outburst.
"Why are you here Dothraki?" I say turning to the Khal and speaking in their language.
"The weak pale men offer me this woman in return for my help," the Khal says while eyeing the two men with disgust and the woman with lust. I just nod my head.
"So Lady Daenerys, you called for my help. What can I do for you?" I ask her ignoring the other now.
"I…I…" Daenerys stutters since she is overwhelmed by the whole situation.
"If you are the man my mother and brother spoke about, then I demand you help too!" the young Targaryen man says to me with a haughty voice and I just give him an annoyed look.
"You are not the medallion holder. Plus I helped your family long ago, but since then your family has fallen in disgrace. The only reason I am here is because she needs my help," I say to the young man as his face becomes red from anger at my dismissal of him. The Khal and his blood riders are watching this with interest since I am sure they heard stories of me.
"Daenerys, give me the medallion!" the man says while walking over and about to rip the medallion from her neck.
Instead, I intercept him gripping his outstretched arm and crushing it slightly in my grip. He yelps in surprise and pain at my grip, the Khal and his men chuckle seeing this happen. The Magister stares unsure how to act, as his guards look to him for guidance on whether or not to act.
"Release me! I am your King!" the man says while his eyes show deep fear and pain.
"Another word and I will break your arm, child," I say as my patience for this arrogant fool is growing thin.
"Please do not hurt my brother," Daenerys says before anyone else can speak and I can see both satisfaction and nervousness in her eyes at the sight of her brother in pain.
"Very well, though tell me, what is it you need help with? You can speak no one here will harm you as I am here now," I say to Daenerys and release her brother who stumbles back, looking like he is going to draw his sword and strike me. Though smart enough the Magister stops him whispering to him, as the Khal and his men continue to watch this interaction.
"Are you really the man who helped my family? My brother said that my mother and older brother spoke highly about you," Daenerys says to me.
"Seems I was wrong! This man is a brute and–" the man says and I turn around with a look that promises pain. I release some of my true presence as fear grips his heart making the boy shut up.
"Yes, like I said I have helped your family in the past. Tell me what it is you need and I will ensure it comes true," I say to her and she goes quiet thinking about whatever it is she wants my help with.
"I want to be free… I want to not be used like a tool. I do not want to marry this man," Daenerys says to me in an almost too quiet whisper and looks over to the Khal.
"Very well," I say to her and turn to the Khal, hoping this does not come to bloodshed.
"This woman is no longer available. She is under my protection and the deal is off," I say to the Khal in his language as his face turns into confusion, then anger.
"No, this woman is mine. You may be friends with the Wise Woman, but here she holds no power. We will fight and when I win I will make this woman mine," the Khal says to me as his blood riders snicker thinking this human even has a chance.
"I do not wish to kill you, but if you insist then come to your death," I say back to him making him growl in anger while dropping off his horse and unsheathing his curved blade. The Magister has a look of surprise hearing this conversation, as it seems he speaks Dothraki too.
The Khal charges me and from his speed, plus his technique, he is most likely one of the best warriors in the human race. Though he is nothing compared to me, which is unfortunate for him. As I easily dodge each of his strikes, I decide the battle has gone on long enough and use my hand like a spear to strike his side piercing through his lung and into his heart instantly killing him. The quick death of the Khal has everyone in shock especially his blood riders, who by their custom charge me to avenge their Khal.
The three men charge me at the same time and on horseback even though the area gives them limited space. The two reach me at the same time both swiping their curved blades and trying to decapitate me, though I duck below their swipes and jump into the air kicking the third man in the chest hard enough to cave in his chest and send him flying off his horse a few dozen feet in a crumbled pile of limbs.
I can smell the fear everyone here is emitting seeing me dispatch these warriors with ease and not even with a weapon. The two remaining blood riders charge me as is their duty to avenge their Khal or die trying. I dodge to the side avoiding both swipes and jump up grabbing the neck of one of them, breaking his neck, and dropping him to the ground. The last blood rider charges me once again but jumps off his horse as he approaches me.
With his downward strike, I sidestep it at the last second and kick his head as he lands. The kick was strong enough to snap his neck and make his head turn to a ninety-degree angle. With the Khal and his blood riders dead, the remaining Khalasar all kneel to me as their new Khal per their custom.
'Fuck this is why I didn't want to fight too,' I think now realizing I just became a Khal.
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