Chapter 82

[A/N:So I there is plans to create either Airships or fliers from John Carter movie. Or dragons from Dragon booster as riding animals in Essos.]

During this period in Westeros, Yavanna fell in love with Marcus Gardner, they had a son by name of Achilles. He was blessed by Eru to his body was invulnerable body.

Achilles grew up and was a master in using various weapons and was an exceptionally formidable and very skillful warrior.

Eru was watching young Achilles and Perceus sparing from distance with Yavanna.

Eru said to Yavanna."He is grown to fast."

Yavanna seeing her son, smiled and replied."Yes, it is hard to see him grow up so fast."

Eru smiled and said." Daughter, at the end of the day, he will grow up and want to venture out to see the world himself."

Yavanna nodded, as both was walked to towards the sparing duo.

Perceus sparring with his cousin Achilles. Both men wield wooden practice swords.

Achilles is a talented, lean, flashy young fighter. His sword whirls in the air like a thing alive.

Perceus, by contrast, is the apotheosis of the efficient combatant, wasting no energy, waiting for right time to strike.

Achilles presses in on the attack. Perceus tilts his head to avoid one thrust, side-steps to avoid another. Spying a momentary opening he lunges forward and taps Achilles' belly with the tip of his wood sword.

Perceus chuckled." You're getting fat, cousin."

Achilles grins and relaunches his attack, sword spinning with blazing speed. Perceus ducks beneath an arcing swing and sword-taps Achilles on the back and said."Fancy swordplay. The girls must be impressed."

Achilles grunts and charges in again. This time genuine duel develops, featuring splendid repartee and parrying.

Achilles with smug tone."A little nervous, aren't you?"

Perceus smiled and replied."Terrified."

As Perceus raises his right hand and Achilles lifts his sword to parry the blow -- but Perceus no longer holds his sword in his right hand.

Sword in his left hand, Perceus taps Achilles on the chest. Achilles stares down at the wood blade and said."You told me never to switch sword hands."

Perceus rolls his head to loosen his neck and replied."By the time you know how to do it, you won't be following my anymore."

Perceus tosses aside the sparring sword upon seeing her grandfather and aunt arriving.

While Achilles seeing his them smiled yelled."Mother, Grandpa. Perceus is teaching me sword fighting."

Yavanna smiled at her son and replied."That's great."

Eru smiled and ruffles Achilles hair adding."You will become a great warrior one day."

Achilles grinned, while Perceus smiled.

In Qarth the hall was an imposing edifice, constructed from stone and upheld by towering pillars of black marble. The arches overhead seamlessly merged with these pillars, and deep windows on either side allowed muted light to filter in, casting dramatic shadows across the room.

Merlin stood with Cassandra by his side, their presence commanding the space before them. Opposite them were Queen Isis and Balthazar, their expressions reflective as they took in their surroundings.

"So, wizard," Balthazar began, his voice echoing through the hall. "What is your plan from here?"

Merlin's voice was steady and authoritative. "First, I want to bring stability to all cities that were under Memnon's reign. Many are eyeing it now, particularly for its rich reserves of Melange."

Queen Isis and Balthazar exchanged knowing glances. Melange was famed in Essos for its healing and magical properties. The rich coveted it for its ability to halt aging, but Merlin had warned them of its addictive nature.

Merlin continued, "I want to ensure Melange doesn't spread too widely."

Queen Isis inquired, "So you want to control the export of Melange?"

Merlin nodded. "Yes, it is best to keep it in our hands rather than let it fall into those of tyrants and so-called Masters in Yunkai, Meereen, or Astapor."

Balthazar agreed. "I support that. It's better in your hands than theirs."

Queen Isis nodded as well. Cassandra then spoke, "We were hoping you would join our kingdom. Merlin wishes to create a council rather than rule single-handedly."

Balthazar and Queen Isis were taken aback by this proposal. Merlin added, "You can choose any of the four cities for you and your people."

Balthazar hesitated, while Queen Isis saw the opportunity for her people to thrive. Placing her hand on Balthazar's arm, she said, "Balthazar, this is a chance for our people to have a better life."

Balthazar sighed, relenting. "I agree with your proposal, wizard."

While Balthazar and Queen Isis went to inform there respective tribes. Merlin turned to Cassandra, holding her gently. "And what do you see ahead, my royal sorceress?"

Cassandra, knowing he was teasing yet sensing the gravity of the moment, replied, "Peace. Prosperity."

They embraced, kissing passionately, sealing their commitment.

With the cities stabilized under their rule, Merlin suggested Hesh to Balthazar, its strategic location near Slaver's Bay crucial for defense. Queen Isis chose Lhazosh, staying close to Balthazar, as their bond grew stronger.

Merlin's name soon echoed across Essos, even reaching noble houses in Westeros. During this time, he trained Dastan, a young man of exceptional talent in weaponry and acrobatics.

One day, while freeing slaves, Merlin noticed a boy with a fierce determination in his eyes. The boy knelt before him and said, "Please, teach me to fight like you."

Dastan sheathed his sword, he was curious, watched as Merlin studied the boy. "What is your name?" Merlin asked.

"N'Jadaka, sire," the boy replied.

Recognizing the name, Merlin thought, "Killmonger, so this is his counterpart."

"And your parents?" Merlin inquired.

N'Jadaka looked away, the pain evident. Merlin understood.

"Why do you want to learn from me?" Merlin asked.

N'Jadaka's eyes burned with anger. "I want revenge on those who killed my parents."

Merlin pressed, "What will you do after you get revenge?"

After a moment's thought, N'Jadaka answered, "I want to destroy slavery. I want no one to end up like me."

Merlin smiled. "I will train you."

N'Jadaka's face lit up with hope, while Dastan looked on with curiosity at his new brother-in-arms.

"Everyone, follow me," Merlin commanded.

As the rescued slaves, along with N'Jadaka and Dastan, followed Merlin, he created a portal to Qarth, leading them toward a new future.

While under Merlin, N'Jadaka became extremely skilled and formidable hand-to-hand combatant and martial artist, making him one of the most powerful and best fighters on the planet. His fighting style included multiple martial arts disciplines.

Dastan was similar became a highly skilled Warrior; Very Skilled Swordsman; Very Skilled Spear Wielder and martial artist. He also got a gift of Philos a hidden blade.

Dastan was a very skilled freerunner from a young age. He was able to move quickly and efficiently in sprinting, climbing, and jumping. In addition, he was also an extremely enduring and strong athlete, being able to perform all these actions without being encumbered by his large variety of weapons and armor.

His skill and speed as a freerunner only increased, being aware of all of his surroundings as well as planning his next move very quickly and carefully.

Just 10 years after Memnon's defeat, Merlin heard tales of Aegon, Visenya and Rhaenys Targaryen were conquering Westeros with there dragons.