A Dragon's Dance with a (Overpowered) System

Opening my eyes I yawn, before a burst of pain hammers into my skull. I knew I shouldn't had gone out with the boys last night. moving my hand up to my head, it lands on cloth... more like a crude gauze wrapped around some of my head. Another burst of pain assaults me as I cry out in a childish voice is in place of my own. Looking around the room I get my surroundings in check. Where my modern abode in an old refurbished warehouse was replaced into a rather expensive looking medieval room. Forget that, this is larger than my warehouse!!!

The Bedsheet was made of the softest red and black silk sheets, and looking at my arms, something was... different. When I was twelve, I somehow got on top of my parent's house during a game of hide and seek, I fell off and broke my arm big time, bone jutting out and all! And now that putrid jagged scar is gone, that's the least of my worries, I've gotten... smaller.

Good god... what the hell is going on?! Suddenly, an old man wearing grey robes and... multi-colored chains...? I say multi-colored, but they really are just made of completely different colors, hell, one of them looked like Damascus Steel!

"Prince Gaemon! are you feeling well, your grace? I heard you from the hall." the old man said, as I was about to ask him just who 'Prince Gaemon' was, a burst of pain as memories that were not my own. Finally, the pain ceases, and the memories from my previous life and my current one combine. I was Gaemon Targaryen, son of Rhea Royce and Daemon Targaryen. I was about a year Rheanyra's junior and was a good mix of both Daemon and Rhea. With my pure silver hair and piercing grey eyes, I was an oddity amongst the Targaryens, with Viserys even proclaiming me as the 'Strange Child' of the family. Honestly, I could care less, I was reincarnated into perhaps the worse time to be a Targaryen, or well... anyone really. It seems that today was the year 104, otherwise, the same year that Viserys coronation, which was sometime either today or tomorrow, perhaps I even slept through the entire thing!

"Prince Gaemon? Are you fine? Seven be good boy, are you ok?" Maester Runciter asked, looking over at me concerned. "I am fine Maester Runciter, I haven't missed Uncle Viserys' coronation have I? I asked as the Maester shook his head. "No, Prince Gaemon, It is early in the morn. I must Say Prince Gaemon, you took a nasty fall there. Your father has been searching high and low in that tower. Do you remember anything...? Like perhaps getting pushed...?" Oh yeah. I was there with Rhaenyra... oh god. she pushed me. I got pushed by maegor with teats! "Uhh... yes. I was... climbing the tower! I slipped and fell down it!" I said I'm not stupid enough to accuse someone who will be the princess of a kingdom the size of South America in just a few hours.

"Hmm... Fine. You seem to be functioning quite fine... I say you should be fine to go to the coronation, just be careful." Maester Runciter said. Sweet Jesus, when someone falls off a five-story tower and hit's their head you usually don't let them up... then again I did luckily fall into a haystack. Maester Runciter slowly gets up and walks out of the door, but not before turning to me. "You will need to get ready soon. I will tell your mother you are awake, If you can, get yourself ready if you need help, send for your mother.

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100% complete!

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What...? Suddenly the voice begins again.

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Hello host! I am Cor-6942-O, and I am your Modern b-9000 Reincarnation System. You may call me Cortana.

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Oh god, I've gone crazy.

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Negative. Host Targaryen madness is at 0.00000000000000000001%.

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Ok then, might as well give up. What do you do, Cortana?

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A multitude of things, Gaemon. I can show you your statistics, such as your age, strength, and intelligence. I can help you manage your Dragons and speed up or slow down their growth. The store is where you can buy items with the minted coins of Westeros, both physical and mental. I can even work as a link to the web site known as 'Google' from your own world.

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Oh. I use to hate those Systems from the fantasy novels, but hey, it at least gives me some form of advantage over these overly ambitious nobles. Anyways, why don't you show me my stats then, Cortana?

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Name: Gaemon Targaryen

Age: 6

Height: 4''1'

Level: 1 (0/500)

Personal Arms: Standard Targaryen Coat of Arms

Strength: 4

Agility: 7

Intelligence: 56

Vitality: 5

Charisma: 9

Luck: 10

~Skills List~

Poor Swordsmanship: You've already begun learning how to use the sword, and can now fight off rats... that's good, right?

Handsome: Boy are you going to knock the socks off some girls! (+10 Charisma when talking to women)

Blood of Valyria: Born as a race that can ride dragons without fear of death is fun, Right?!

Child: Being a child stinks... at least people trust you more! (+5 Charisma when speaking to adults)

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Hmm, It seems that my statistics are quite good! What the hell is up with that Intelligence?!

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Host was born in a medieval environment, one known for stagnating for over thousands of years. Host also has a Doctorate.

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Oh... well I guess that's ok. Hmm, ok, show me the store.

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Store

Categories:

Dragon Eggs

Materials

Weapons

Armor

Crowns

Misc.

Hmm... Why not check out the Weapons tab, see what is there.

Long Claw (Mormont)- 1000 Gold Dragons

Long Claw (Jon Snow)- 1500 Gold Dragons

Ice- 2650 Gold Dragons

Oathkeeper- 2305 Gold Dragons

Red Reyne- 1750 Gold Dragons

Widow's Wail- 1045 Gold Dragons

Nightfall- 950 Gold Dragons

Heartsbane- 1200 Gold Dragons

Lady Forlorn- 1650 Gold Dragons

Blackfyre- 2500 Gold Dragons

Dark Sister- 2500 Gold Dragons

Brightroar- 1750 Gold Dragons

Orphan Maker- 1400 Gold Dragons

Truth- 1200 Gold Dragons

Vigilance- 1550 Gold Dragons

The Shadow- 650 Gold Dragons

Dragonbone Dagger- 550 Gold Dragons

Seraok- 1350 Gold Dragons

Celaxe-1850 Gold Dragons

Custom Weapon- 1 Customization Token

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Jesus that stuff is expensive!!! I mean, REALLY expensive, how the hell am I suppose to get anything?! Any money I have will go down the drain just by getting the least expensive of these!

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Mission Alert!

Prepare for, and attend the Coronation of Viserys I Targaryen.

Rewards: 10 Gold Dragons, 650 XP, ???

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now you're speaking my way. Hell, Im getting a quick level just by attending an event! Ha! This will be easy! Quickly running over to the Closet, I open it up and throw on the red on black tunic and trouser's, before opening my door and walking down the Maidenpool hallway. After a while, I find Maester Runciter walking down the hall, he nearly instantly Walks my direction, both of us stopping a meter from the other.

"Ahh, young prince. It's good to see you. I was just about to come and check on you again. How is your head, by the way?" He asks, looking up at his aged face I reply "Oh, it's fine. It doesn't hurt unless I touch it." I say, smiling. Maester Runciter smiles back and just as my vision blurs as something collides into me, lifting me into the air, lifting me onto their shoulders, I see my dad, THE Daemon Targaryen, in the flesh! The child predator 101!

"How's my little dragon doing?" he asked, a gallant toothy smile permeating across his face. "Fine father. When does Uncle Viserys get crowned king?" I asked, Daemon's smile faltering for a moment before he relaxes. "Soon Gaemon, Soon..." He says as he focuses on something else. Setting me down, he looks over to the maester, and just as he was about to say something to him, I am tackled down by a silver and maroon blur, as the maester and Daemon chuckled. Looking down I see a small, but seemingly dangerous (due to my head injury) Rhaenyra Targaryen. The fanart doesn't do her justice, even at age seven she was clearly going to be beautiful, just needs to lose some of the baby fat on her cheeks, and she would be a model! Then again, all Targaryens are that way.

"We better leave the children to their devices, please, let's talk privately." Maester Runciter, the traitor says, as my father cast a caring, yet envious look my way. Good god, already perving now?!? "Yes... let's talk." Daemon said, slowly and rather less than happy he is letting is future sex toy be around a child her age... fuckin' fag. We're Cousins! I am NOT going to pull any of this "Alabama' stuff here! wait... Alabama is siblings... Ok, I am not going to pull any of that 'Tennessee' stuff here! Unless I am forced to... But I'd probably run across to Essos... smart choice really.

"I-I am so sorry Gaemon! It's all my fault!" Rhaenyra says her eyes teary and cheeks puffed. damn right it's your fault... pushing me like I am a pathetic slice of parmesan cheese. I AM NOT PARMESAN! I AM CHEDDAR! "Don't worry, you're not at fault here!" Better not let Maegor with teats know about my true feelings. "It's my fault! I was the reason we were there!" She says, squeezing me like a vice. "There there..." I say, patting her head like you would a dog. "How about this, we can talk about it all later. We need to hurry up and get to your father's coronation!" I say, a burst of energy rattling my bones.

"ok..." She says, letting go of me, allowing me to get up. We both walk to the large hall and separate, each going to our respective parents. I going my mother, Rhea Royce and she going to Viserys and Aemma. Sitting next to my mother was burning. I did, however, get some important news of what occurred while I was out/not here. Apparently Daemon tore down that tower. Literally, he took down an entire tower just for my safety... and a bit for revenge. It seems that this isn't like the original universe. Originally Rhea and Daemon benigned each other. In this one, they have mutual respect it seems as they both want to be apart of my life. It cooled down Daemon's 'Adventurous' Spirit, and things became... I won't say better, but I would use the word neutral. huh, I wonder if he will take that paramour of his...?

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Im only going to say this once. These guys are rich AF. Now, my clothes were top grand stuff, but they didn't hold a CANDLE to these lord's stuff. I kinda feel underdressed. Now... Back on topic. The feast was suppose to begin a few moments after sunset, which is JUUUUUST about.... Now. "My Lords, My Lords!" Uncle... King Viserys quieted the crowd down. "I have an announcement to make!" Viserys said, overlooking the crowd that quieted down to absolutely nothing. "As you all know, my daughter is at the age where she can be betrothed to any given lord in the realm." He leads on, as the lords perked up. all listening intently.

"You also know that Targaryen Purity is also paramount to our dynasty. We would never be able to ride our dragons without our purity." He said as many lords looked PISSED. I mean, Velaryon was the most, however. I mean, it's not like it matters. but he has no right to be so pissed, he will get that little torturer for a good daughter.

"And So, I, King Viserys, the Firs of my Name do Hereby Announce the betrothal of my Daughter, Rhaenyra to..." he droned on for extra pressure, every lord barely sitting in their seat, as if any moment they would die from impatience. "My nephew, Gaemon Targaryen." wait what...? Looking around I see eyes glaring holes through my body, as if the lords were imagining ways they would kill me, but none more that Otto Hightower, who looked like I killed his puppy and shat on it's grave. Gulping I turn and look at Rhaenyra, who was... smiling... I am going to die.

After a while, the feast ended, and Daemon and Rhea walked me to my room. Stopping at the door, I turn around and look at the two of them. "Did you know about this...?" I ask, doing my best to hold the infinite fear on my face. "No. But as he is the head of our house, we have no choice." Daemon says, looking at me. "True, but It would had been nice if he had at least alerted us to this." Rhea said, looking down at me. "Besides, she is comely enough, and the two of you get along with each other quite well. It should be a happy marriage." Good god... these two are talking of happy marriages... kinda strange now that I think about it. sighing internally, I walk inside of my room just as a large Bleep! fills my ears.

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Mission Completed!

Rewards: 10 Gold Dragons, 650 XP, Personal Arms Card

Level up!

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Hmm... Personal Arms Card... Thats like a custom coat of arms, like Aegon's Yellow dragon...?

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Create Personal Arms​

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A screen opened up with a blank banner on it. hmmm.... scrolling through my options I come up with a red fire breathing dragon with a blue eye on it. not to different from the Bloodraven's coat of arms.