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The Elven Invasion of Westeros

"The Elves of Westeros" is a fanfiction that reimagines the Game of Thrones universe, introducing a new and powerful threat to the Seven Kingdoms. The story follows a man who, after dying and being resurrected by an eccentric god, is sent 20 years before Aegon’s Conquest. In his new body, he becomes an elf, a creature with supernatural abilities and immense longevity. Guided by a magical system that allows him to summon an army of elves, he begins to build his own empire, seeking to dominate the human kingdoms and forge a new destiny. Without scruples, he embarks on a brutal war against humans, exterminating entire villages, including women and children, to secure his rise to power. As his army grows, he distances himself more and more from humanity, becoming an unrelenting figure, without remorse for the horrors he causes. His pursuit of power and control leads him to question the boundaries between mortality and immortality, humanity and monsters. However, as his empire advances, he begins to realize that the consequences of his actions may be more dangerous than he ever imagined. The plot blends the political intrigue and brutality of *Game of Thrones* with the magic and mysteries of the elves, creating an epic narrative of conquest, betrayal, and absolute power. The protagonist's journey unfolds in a world where elves are no longer a legend but a growing force, about to forever change the balance of Westeros.

Kaique_Lourenco · Book&Literature

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chapter 1

My eyes slowly opened, and the first thing I felt was the warmth of the sun on my skin. The fresh smell of grass filled the air. I looked around and saw a landscape that seemed straight out of a dream: the vibrant green of the trees, the sound of birds singing, animals running freely in the distance. Everything here was intensely alive, almost magical. I stood up carefully, trying to get my bearings. My feet carried me to the edge of a crystal-clear river that wound its way through the landscape. I leaned over, and when I saw my reflection in the water, I was surprised. My appearance was different, almost ethereal. Snow-white hair, eyes black as night, and pointed ears that revealed my new nature. I was an elf.

Before I could process everything, a translucent blue screen appeared in the air, right in front of me: "System initializing..." My heart raced. "System initialized." I instinctively approached the screen, as if it were something natural. Curiosity took over me, and I touched the button that said "Summon Troops." A list of options appeared:

**System**

NAME: Vaelion Moonshade

Status:

Strength: 10

Intelligence: 15

Health: 12

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**How to Earn Points**

Plebeian Dead: 1 point

Soldier Dead: 2 points

Knight Dead: 5 points

Commander or Leader: 10 points

Dangerous Creatures (giant wolves, bears, etc.): 3 to 10 points (depending on the creature's strength)

Magical Beings: Points vary based on the opponent's power (15 to 100)

Note: Only direct deaths or those caused by strategic actions from the owner generate points.

Troop Summons

Civilians

Civilian Family: 5 points

Artisan/Trader: 3 points

Builder: 4 points

Basic Military

Soldier (light infantry): 2 points

Knight (mount and light armor): 5 points

Archer: 3 points

Advanced Military

Commander: 30 points

Imperial Guard: 80 points

Imperial Guard Captain: 200 points

Nobility and Elites

Nobility (leader or administrator): 100 points

Elf Mage: 120 points

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I looked at the screen again and noticed something that made my stomach churn: Points: 0.

"Damned god..." I murmured, feeling anger bubbling up inside me. He gave me this system, but no resources to start with. How did he expect me to do anything with this? I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself. Now was not the time for despair.

That's when I noticed something strange on the ground. Marks. Human footprints. They came from across the river and led into the forest. My heart raced. "I'm not alone on this continent," I thought. Adrenaline took over. I looked around, searching for any shelter. A few meters away, a tall tree with thick branches seemed perfect. Without thinking twice, I ran to it and hid, climbing high enough to stay out of sight.

My mind raced. I needed a plan. I didn't know who or what had left those footprints, but without points and without troops, I was vulnerable. This world wouldn't be as easy as I imagined.

While I remained hidden in the tree, trying to steady my breathing, something finally made sense. The list on the system... the points assigned to "Plebeians dead," "Soldiers dead"… it all boiled down to one brutal truth: I needed to kill to earn points.

It hit me like a stone at the bottom of a well. The logic of the system was cruel, but undeniable. Every death counted. If I wanted to summon troops, build a civilization, or even survive, I'd have to take lives. A knot formed in my stomach. The damned god had played his cards perfectly. He didn't just put me in a world that felt like a dark fairy tale; he also made me a pawn in his insane game.

I stared at my hands. They were clean, but for how long would they stay that way? I forced myself to look at the footprints again. They were human, or at least they seemed to be. This world was as vast as it was dangerous, and I had no idea what I'd find following this trail. But one thing was certain: if I wanted to survive, I needed to be more than just cautious. I needed to be relentless.

I slowly descended from the tree, trying not to make any noise. I looked around once more, ensuring no one was near, and then followed the footprints. Every step was a mix of fear and determination. My heart pounded in my chest, but my mind was sharp.

"If this is what he wants..." I muttered, clenching my fists. "Then I'll play this game. But I'll play it my way."

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