Capítulo 26: [26] It’s Hunting Time
Chapter 26: It's Hunting Time
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The moon hung heavy above Kingswood, casting a pale glow over the forest. Viserion's scales gleamed like liquid gold as she moved, darting between the trees with a lethal grace that was mesmerizing, her wings flapping.
Her form flickered between shadow and light, her presence a force that the forest seemed to acknowledge if not outright fear. Animals scattered before her—boars, deer, bears—all fleeing the hunter that had no rival.
I watched from a distance, leaning against an old oak, my gaze fixed on her form. There was something hypnotic in the way she moved, the way her muscles rippled beneath her shining scales. She was stronger now and also more dangerous. "Dany's dragons don't stand a chance," I scoffed to myself.
And yet, a worry twisted inside me, a nagging thought at the back of my mind. How long until she became something even I couldn't control?
That was probably a needless worry, given that the System allowed me to see her mindset, but still…
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Dragon Management System [S]
You can manage your dragons here. You can see their location, hunger rate, and also their respect toward you. You currently own [1] Dragon, 'Viserion'.
Location: Kingswood, Crownlands, Westeros.Hunger: 98%Respect: 94%
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It was 93% back in King's Landing, and now it'd grown to 94%. Thanks to this page, I could tell when to give in to her whims to raise that percentage. So as long as I kept my eyes open, I should be able to avoid her from fleeing from my side.
Viserion wasn't fully satiated yet, though. So she was still hunting. She let out a low, guttural growl, slamming into a bear. The beast barely had time to react before her teeth sank deep, a roar turning into a strangled silence. The ground trembled with each beat of her wings.
[You've leveled up!]
I watched with a small smile. My dragon, my power—a fragment of Old Valyria's glory. It was only a matter of time before I conquered this land.
But I wasn't here just to watch. I had my own plans tonight.
Quietly, I turned and slipped into the underbrush, letting the forest swallow me. My steps were light, my senses sharp, every rustle of the leaves and crack of a branch heightened in my ears. The night was alive to all my senses, filled with the scurry of creatures, the distant snapping of twigs, and the subtle breaths of animals moving cautiously in the dark.
"Grgh…" A boar emerged from the shadows, its tusks catching the moonlight, its small, dark eyes scanning the surroundings. I stilled myself, bringing out a spear in my hand. I hesitated, and then I deposited the spear back into the Inventory. I should test my strength.
The boar roared and charged. I positioned myself to tackle it. With one swift movement, my fist found its mark, slamming between its eyes. The impact resounded across the area, making the leaves tremble. The boar let out a shrill squeal before collapsing, and satisfaction flooded through me.
[You've killed a boar.]
[You've received experience points.]
The notifications blinked before my eyes, but I wasn't done yet. There was more prey in these woods, and I planned to push myself further. I moved on, finding a stag, its antlers spread like a crown. It charged at me, but I dodged to the side, adrenaline surging through my veins. One strike. Then another.
Its horn shattered first, and its skull split next.
[You've killed a stag.]
[You've received experience points.]
The stag crumpled to the ground, the weight of its body landing with a finality that echoed in the silence around me. My breath came in short bursts, not because I was tired but because I'd been nervous. It was a fearsome foe. My muscles were taut, and my heart was hammering in my chest.
"Whew," I breathed out and laughed a little. This was good. I was strong, much stronger than an average man. "Not yet on the level of the Mountain, I think?" I muttered.
[Your dragon, Viserion, has killed an Ash Wolf.]
[Your dragon, Viserion, has killed an Ash Wolf.]
[Your dragon, Viserion, has killed an Ash Wolf.]
[Your dragon, Viserion, has killed an Ash Wolf.]
[Your dragon, Viserion...]
[.....]
"Looks like she found a whole pack."
I watched the notifications continue.
[.....]
[You've received experience points.]
[You've received experience points.]
[You've received experience points.]
[You've leveled up!]
[You've reached Level 20!]
[Your Old Valyrian blood has strengthened.]
[Your levels are close to a breakthrough…!]
Something shifted in the air. The forest seemed to hold its breath. I blinked, my gaze growing sharper somehow. The night grew less dark, and I could see better. Before I could fully register what was happening, the night went bright, this time not because I could see better but because of something else. My head snapped to Viserion.
She had paused, her eyes narrowed, and her body began to glow. Bright, blinding gold light spilled out from her scales, turning the night into day. The glow was almost too intense, and I felt a pang of alarm. She was too exposed, too visible.
"Viserion!" I shouted, breaking into a sprint toward her. The light hurt my eyes as I got closer. "Stop it!" She looked at me, her gaze defiant. I could see it—she didn't want to listen.
"Stop it," I repeated, softer, but the command in my voice was stronger. She locked eyes with me, golden light staring at me. She let out a low growl, but the light began to fade, slowly until only the soft glow of moonlight remained.
I let out a breath, my shoulders relaxing. She was powerful—more powerful than I had realized, and she was gaining more powers. "Since when did dragons become light bulbs?" Thankfully she still listened to me…
[Your Old Valyrian blood has strengthened.]
Was it because of this? I thought I'd need to shout a few more times. Also, the night was still clearer, the darkness less stifling to my eyes. My gaze caught a small movement—a rabbit, poised to flee. I watched, sensing its tension, predicting its path before it even moved.
Everything seemed sharper. The world was slowing down around me, each movement and sound standing out. Thankfully, I was gaining powers too. Real power. Not just the strength of a dragon but my own—growing, evolving, becoming something more.
Enough to beat the shit out of this lizard if she grew too rebellious someday.
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The night hung heavy around the Kingswood now that Viserion wasn't spewing fire everywhere. A darkness that seemed to swallow everything, not just in sight but also in sound and presence.
So it was easy to pick up any odd sounds. I'd barely had time to prepare myself when I heard it—the distant rustle of leaves, muffled voices, and the unmistakable rhythm of approaching hooves.
"Oh, shit." I cursed under my breath and quickly turned towards Viserion. The dragon, who'd been half-curled near the treeline, her wings folded lazily, snapped her head up at my urgency.
"Into the subspace," I muttered, pressing my hand against her scales. Her eyes narrowed at me, the golden glow flickering for a moment, almost as if she were rolling them.
"Fine…" But thankfully, she obeyed, her form slithering into the black crack in the air that was the [House of Dragons]. She disappeared entirely back into whatever dimension it was.
I turned, breathing out, schooling my features just as the riders emerged into view. Who the fuck is it?
Hopefully, not Joffrey. He'd make things difficult for me, and since he had a big group with him, I'd not be able just to kill him here. I knew my limits from fighting the beasts here, and I wasn't a one-man army yet.
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Author Note: Currently moving houses in a whole different city. In the new house as I write this note, but everything is a mess, holding the laptop on hand to type this since there's no space. This week will be really hectic. So probably there'll be less chapters than usual. Sadly it's a Sunday again, so we have to do a goal regardless.
Last week, our highest was 368 power stones in 24 hours. So 400 as a goal for Sunday seems solid enough.
Goal: If we cross 400 stones by tomorrow at this time, as in within 24h, I'll post two chapters tomorrow. Start voting!
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