The Man From The Stars

(Third Person POV)

[King's Landing, A Couple Days Later]

Days after the Falling of the Star, there was unease at Court. The Lords of The Realm were speculating what could be the source of the incident and what could've been brought. Many believe that it would be a similar situation like House Dayne's Dawn; someone scavenged the fallen star and forged it into a sword.

That, however was shut down as everyone who was in the vicinity swore they heard a loud bellowing, inhuman, and almost monstrous. It was a sound that was more similar to that of a dragon. And that is what worried the King.

King Jaehaerys sat on the Iron Throne, looking at Prince Aemon Targaryen who stood before him.

"And you say that there was nothing?" He asked

Aemon nodded, "That is correct, Your Grace." He said, "I waited until the flames and smoke cleared out, saw nothing come out of it and the hole was empty."

Jaehaerys frowned, "That is most strange." He said as he leaned forward, "A falling star colliding into the Realm, followed by a terrible roar….."

The Hand of The King, Septon Barth spoke up, "Your grace, that night, there was unease in the Dragonpit." He said, "The majority of the dragons were reacting strangely to something. They wailed and whimpered, it was most unnerving."

"Truthfully, Caraxes was acting strange when I approached." Aemon said, "It's like something was frightening him. But after everything cleared out, he calmed down. It was strange but I patrolled the area for the entire night, I noticed nothing. I even asked around the nearby towns, asking if there was any unusual sightings. Nothing." 

There was nobody in the Throne room, only the three of them. Prince Aemon had just returned from his travels to the Stormlands. On the night of the Falling Star, King Jaehaerys woke up from his sleep and felt an entire shiver down his body, almost as if his entire being had reacted to the event. While the Crownlands did not feel the entirety of the tremors, there were some unusual reactions from the birds during that night. 

Septon Barth noticed that the Ravens were also acting unusually, panicking and cawing loudly in reaction. Along with the dragons, this went on for hours during that night but eventually passed. 

The three of them stayed silent for a couple of seconds, trying to think of what it could be. While Aemon dismissed it as nothing at first, he began to wonder if there was something else to it. The fact he was reminded of Caraxes's unusual behavior made him think that he could be wrong. It was indeed something. 

"Have Lord Baratheon patrol the lands and search for something unusual. This is not something we can ignore." Jaehaerys said, "Aemon, you will be needed should something arise." 

Aemon nodded, "Of course, Your Grace." He said, "Just give the word." 

There was a feeling of unease in King Jaehaerys, something told him that there was danger lurking about in the realm. Something came with the Fallen Star and he knew it. 

He just didn't know what kind of danger it was. 

Nobody knew.

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[Stormlands]

Next to a small tent, The Man sat down on a small stool. He was in front of a campfire and had what looked like meat roasting on the spit above it. 

The man's dark hair was thick and longer than his neck, hanging down and covering his pale face. His bright red eyes were other-worldly, almost like a demon's or a monster's. It was unnerving, but the Man's eyes were full of boredom, which quelled any terror that he could instill in anyone should they look at him. 

He had a knife in his hand, a piece of cooked meat at the end of it, "Hm...." He said as he took the piece into his mouth, "Interesting....." 

He chewed the meat and narrowed his eyes, as if he was slowly savoring the taste of the meat. After a few seconds of chewing, he swallowed and frowned, dissatisfied with the taste. 

"I wonder where I am." He said, "Whatever this world is, its meat is shit. I mean, come on, the soldiers didn't have an ounce of seasoning? Any soldier from my world would keep a box full of seasonings. Salt, pepper, paprika, spriggandust...so bland and dry....well, maybe it's my cooking." 

He sighed and looked up at the afternoon sky, noticing that there were nothing but clouds scattered all around. Some of them were dark and he caught a whiff of rain in the air. 

"It's about to rain, hm?" He said as he looked around, "This world.....I can't tell if it does not have any magic or if the magic it has is very scarce." 

He lifted his finger and a small flame appeared it, flickering in the breeze. 

He frowned, "This is the best flame I can muster..." he said with an annoyed tone, "My powers are severely weakened....Just what I needed....." 

He shook his hand, dispelling the flame as he hunched down and looked at the campfire he made. 

As he stared at the flames he had created by using his small flame and lighting the campfire, he heard the distant rumbling of hooves. 

He looked up to see a group of riders approaching quickly. 

"Hm...?" He said, "What now?" 

The group reached him, slowing to a stop. The Man noticed that they were wearing yellow colors with what looked like a Stag sigil on it. 

"You!" One of the armored men said, "State your name." 

The Man tilted his head, "Why? Who are you?" 

"I am Ser Rodryk Dondarrion, Knight in servitude of House Baratheon." He said, "I won't ask again." 

"Baratheon? What? Is this the King's name?" The Man asked as he pulled a piece off the meat on the spit, "You're a Knight? You don't look like one." 

Ser Rodryk scowled, "The King? No, that is the name of the Lord of the Storm's End. Lord Baratheon is Lord Paramount of the Stormlands. But you would know that should you be of Westeros." 

The men dismounted their horses and drew their swords. 

"Everyone knows that the King is Jaehaerys Targaryen, First of His Name." Ser Rodryk continued, "Rider of Vermithor." 

"Vermithor?" The Man raised his eyebrow, "He named his horse? Cool. Is it a strong horse for him being the rider to be considered a feat?" 

"H-Horse? No, you fool!" Ser Rodryk scowled, "Who are you? Do you not know of House Targaryen's dragons?" 

The Man's ear slightly shifted upon hearing that word, "Say what now?" He said as he looked at him, "Dragons? There's dragons here?" 

"You're in Westeros. Where must you be from?" Ser Rodryk said, "Essos? How are you not aware of Dragons here?" 

"Interesting." The Man thought to himself, "So that's what I'm feeling.....the presence of Dragons. This could be good. If I can encounter one, I can siphon their magic and recharge my power." 

The Knight stepped forward, "I won't ask your name again, stranger." He said seriously

"Drakken." The Man said, "The Name is Drakken." 

"Drakken?" Ser Rodryk, "What kind of name is-" 

Drakken flicked his wrist and in an instant, Rodryk's armor was sliced into by some invisible blade. This shocked the Knight and caused him to stumble as he began to bleed. 

"W-What? Ser Rodryk!" one of the others exclaimed

Drakken looked at this with a bit of surprise, "Y-You....." He said, "You gotta be shitting me." 

He flicked his wrist again at him, and another slice hit Ser Rodryk in his breastplate, the iron being cut open and his chest being cut, only slightly. 

"W-What vile sorcery is this?!" Ser Rodryk exclaimed as he clutched his chest, "What are you?!" 

"Sorcery? Well, it should be my Cutting Sorcery..." Drakken said, "But it's not working right...." 

He flicked his wrist once more, aiming for his midsection and watched as it cut into the armor a bit and cut into the flesh similar to before. By this third time, Drakken grew frustrated and let out an exhale. 

"Y-You Demon!" Ser Rodryk said as he stumbled, the others a bit too shocked to even act

"Aim for the soft spot, I guess." Drakken said boringly as he flicked his wrist

Suddenly, Ser Rodryk's neck was cut and blood sprayed out as he collapsed to his knees, his eyes widened in shock as he fell on his belly, bleeding out in seconds. 

"Ser Rodryk!" one of the men exclaimed as the horses began to panic

Drakken stood up and patted his hands, "Can't even cleanly cut through both iron and flesh..." He said as he walked up to the corpse, the others backing away from him, "This is regular iron, isn't it?" 

He crouched down and patted the armor of the dead knight, inspecting it. 

"Yea...." he continued, "Regular old iron. Ah, man. My powers are indeed severely weakened. That's what I get for challenging those pricks, the Demon Lords. They banish me into the Scar-Kings' prison and I have to fight my way out of that. And breaking out just puts me into the Soulway....fucking assholes." 

He then straightened up and patted his coat looking at the others who were staring in shock. 

"Y-You monster...." they said

"Hm." Drakken said as he placed his hand on his chin, "I should maybe leave one of you alive. I need someone to tell me all about these dragons that the King has....." 

"What was the name? Targaryen?"