It begins

I really don't mind writing, it's the editing that makes me lazy...

Looking at my reflection in the mirror I really wanted to grow up as soon as possible. I could feel that my body had so much untapped strength just waiting to burst out and show my superiority.

Looking to my left my sight stopped for a moment on Rina's delicate features. To the right Maya's hands fastened the last strap of my leather armor.

Life can play a lot of games on us and the places the road leads us to are not always the ones that we thought we would take.

Thinking about it all I didn't even know when a small smile crept to my face.

I looked at the boy in the mirror again.

8 years old and already bloodied by few battles.

Normal child should still "play" Knight or a Lady under their parents watchful eyes.

"Is everything alright my Lord?" Rina was more perceptive them Maya so she already saw me being deep in my thoughts.

"I just can't believe the road that brought me here." I said offhandedly. "Do you know I could read before walking? When I said my first word or for that a sentence, the maid servant screamed so loud that half of my grandpa's castle heard her thinking I was a monster." I chuckled at the memories.

"What happened next my Khal?" Maya started to get curious as well while both of them inspected all the clamps and straps making sure all is in order while listening to my runts.

"Haha my mother came in with few men like an army storming a castle. She was worried something happened to me, you must know I was still not much bigger than an infant at that time." The girls waited as my face showed sadness on it. "At first they took me for a devilspawn. Wanted to kill or abandon me thinking I will bring a calamity to the House." I smiled again and looked at both of the girls. "You know what my mother did?" the ladies shook their heads. "She plunged her dagger directly in the man's eye for even proposing such a thing. None of those that spoke against me on that day are in this world anymore." what for me was a fond childhood memory made the two of my servants shudder.

I walked around the room grabbing the necessary things, like my weapons or the small first aid kit that each legionnaire had not minding the girls not doing their job.

I just felt like sharing at that time.

"I was never a normal child, I even think my mother is a bit crazy for going with my ideas not even questioning them much. But one thing I'm sure of, is that there is no one in this world who loves me more then her..." I was now ready to leave just waiting for my knights to call for me.

I poured myself some water and ate a piece of the apple that was nicely cut on the plate and sat down.

"Because of my powers I knew more and could see more, each battle, each bloodshed, execution, greed, passion, pain, love. I saw it all." I could feel Arthur coming here. "Sorry for bothering you with that... I- I get sometimes like this before the battle... Thank you for listening." I got up the moment the doors to the room opened.

Ser Arthur scanned the room with his sight lingering on my two servants bizarre behavior a moment longer before coming back to me. "The troops are ready my Lord."

Hearing the words I was waiting for I left the room with steady steps.

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"Hold the shield wall with your lives! If you fall everything is lost!" Ser Gerold as the commander inspected the men before the battle started.

Even now the men he led were not sure the simple defensive positions were enough to keep the enemies out.

Caltrops, ditches, dirt mounds, bridges. These things aren't exactly something that normally Dothraki had to deal with, but still...

The newly formed 1st Aries Legion consisted from fresh, unbloodied recruits. Their hands shaking, blood drawn from their faces because of fear with the only thing keeping them together being the experienced Elite officers in charge of them.

Shouts of these exact men the single reason for their troops to not start running away like the Lhazareen people usually did.

"Hold your ground lads!", "Stay calm and remember your training!", "Keep it together and remember why you fight!" could be heard every few minutes from different directions.

"Look! It's the Great One!" hearing the new information everyone looked to the side where they could see a child riding to the front of the massive Khalasar that positioned itself few leagues away.

"Ser Arthur we should be there with our Lord." Gerold Hightower wanted to grab the first horse he found and ride to the Lord he sworn to protect.

"Our Lord has Ser Bryce and Noya with him." The sword of the Morning words might sound reassuring and yet if you would look closer you would see his hand gripping his sword hilt making his knuckles white.

"Aye, and a hundred Dothraki. We would never agree to something like that during our time as King guards." the old man's words were true and the Dornishman agreed. "Yet I wouldn't change the boy as our Lord for any other King I served before."

Everyone could see the dedication the child had to small folk, his family and lands.

At the beginning the choice they made was out of necessity, yet after the years spent with their new Lord everything changed.

Following someone from necessity and following the same person from their free will was a totally different thing.

"Look, they arrived."

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In front of me stood the man that I had to kill one way or another.

"Khal Aggro!" I stayed saddled ready to leave in case something went wrong.

After splitting with Ser Arthur I came to my small party of 100 fastest Dothraki screamers I had in my Khalasar.

Accompanied by two of my sworn shields and three blood riders we came to start our play.

The success or failure of the defense rested on my shoulders.

"I heard a Khal came but what I see is a child that should be sucking mares tits!" hearing him I wanted to say that it was going well... sarcastically.

"Oh? The child that managed to capture your Khalakka and one of your blood riders. What does that make them?" my Dothraki now sounded naturally and it was for me like speaking in my native tongue.

We could see the shock on his men faces when two horses with the hostages stepped out on my sides.

"Stop!" the man shouted at his men that were ready to storm at us.

I looked at their reaction with a confident smile that I never planned to hide. The more angry he is the better for me.

Looking at his body that was only a bit smaller than Drogo from the show I knew that a duel was out of question.

I mean, I can still fight on horseback, but on the ground he would destroy me in seconds.

"Let my blood go and I promise to give you quick death. Otherwise I will raid your puny defense, kill and enslave your men and give your whores to my men to enjoy before selling or killing them!" He still sounds so authoritative.

I didn't say a word, just ordered Red to get closer to the captured blood rider. My sight never left from the Khal and by the look on his face he thinks I'm willing to do as he ordered. Even the warriors behind him are smiling and shouting profanities... Oh how naive...

I looked at the captured man, his hands tied by a rope, mouth blocked with a piece of cloth.

I could see the fear in his eyes when they met mine, he struggled a bit wanting to escape.

Back from the man I looked at the Khal. He probably never had to bow his head, understandable looking at their numbers, about 50 000 riders... Definitely more than we expected, but it's too late to change anything... I plunged my dagger directly in the hostage throat.

"Will you listen now Khal Aggro?" I stabbed again this time in the eye. The body started to lean back almost falling from the horse but to get my point over I stabbed it again and again making not only my enemy, but my men fear me as well.

That was the emotion I felt beside anger from the other side.

I cleaned my blade on the dead man's clothes and placed it back in my sheath.

My arms covered in blood to my elbows after my small demonstration.

"You come to my Tribes land to order us around? Who do you think you are!" After they regained their senses if not for Noya's blade on his son's throat we would be already dead.

Weapons drawn from both sides made it clear we cannot resolve our differences now. Thinking about it... Could we ever?

"Take your dogs and go elsewhere! Here only death welcomes you!" I spit on the ground to prove my disregard for him and his.

I could clearly see his body trembling from anger.

"You son of a whore! I will break you all, you will not know death easily! Your body will rot..." I stopped listening to him after the first sentence and signaled my men to get ready.

Red was moving to the other hostage with a steady rhythm. Slowly increasing his pace.

"You had your chance." my sword decapitated his only son, his grief and anger released by a loud shout indicating the negotiations were a failure.

We knew that our job here is done as the hundred that came with me now rode back to our defense hastily with few Khas with their Kos on our tail. It was scary, but the adrenaline pumping made me and my screamers laugh and shout our feelings out.

Now it begins.