Revelation

I found myself in a pitch-black room. Panic surged inside me once again.

As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I noticed a faint red glow emanating from an object in the center of the room. It is the red stone that tricked me in this situation.

However, this time it was more marvelous. It was constantly emitting, and absorbing a red light. It looked like a mini red-colored star.

"I will not fall for the same trap again. So, no matter how attractive you are with this new look, I will not approach you."

Five minutes later, I tentatively approached it.

The moment I got close enough, it started to shake and flew towards me.

I thought the collision would hurt me, yet the pain never came. I looked around the room to find the stone, but could not find it.

As I was wondering if it is inside me, a massive amount of information started to appear inside my head. There was no pain.

First, memory came from the red stone. From the moment the red stone began to exist, I got a quick timelapse until the red stone decided to sink a ship with a storm.

From the war of gods to the struggles of the mortals. If these images were in my old life, dozens of Lord of the Rings-level movies would have been made.

The ending scene was also magnificent. A ship sails calmly on the sea with the sunset in the background. Suddenly sky gets dark, storm clouds gather, and the sea waves violently. It sinks predictably after a little struggle. And right after that, it all goes back to normal as if it were all a dream.

I guess the cause of the demise of my predecessor is found. The storm broke out suddenly because the red stone interfered with the weather. However, I do not know the reason for such an interference. In the memories, thousands of ships were passing through the same route. Yet, none of them shared the same fate.

Compared to the first one, the second memory was tiny. This was the memory of the predecessor of my new body. It narrated all of his life from childhood until his sad ending.

It was the life of an arrogant rich child.

When the memory transfer was finished, I awoke again in the same room. My pupils flashed with horror.

Because I learned which world I was currently in. It was the world of Game of Thrones.

The world where thousands will die for the so-called game. A world where dozens of people struggle for power, each player with their ambitions, loyalties, and destinies. Their struggles lead to shocking twists and climactic wars for control of the Seven Kingdoms.

The timeline was 270 AC; before the Mad King became a mad king. There were still more than 20 years to start of the canon.

This body was born in 257 AC. That means that I am currently occupying a body of 13 years old.

The owner of the body was named Yaprak zo Loraq. He was the son of a merchant. His parents died in the sea recently. Coincidentally, they were thought to had an accident around the same place where Yaprak died.

The previous owner decided to travel the world to trade and gain the things he lost when his parent died. Not only that, but he was also aiming to control life millions of people, becoming the strongest and richest person. Unfortunately, he also met an unfortunate 'accident'.

Recalling the events that would happen in the series, the corner of my mouth twitched.

The son of the Mad King will be already married, yet he will still run away with a girl because of some prophecy. This event would cause a rebellion and the demise of the House of Targaryen.

The rebellion leader will become a new king, but he will lose his fiancee. Then, he will marry a queen who will cuck him with her brother, giving him three bastards.

The king will rule for more than a decade by only whoring. And, before he dies, he will start the beginning of the events that will result in the war of the kings by bringing a Stark to the south.

And finally, the show will end with a creepy peeker being elected as a king with semi-democracy.

I was hoping the see how the author would end his series. Yet, until the moment I died, there was still no new book. It was a sad and disappointing wait.

After my shock about memories is over, I look over my body. The clothes I wore before I passed out were tighter and shorter. No, they were the same, but I got bigger. I am probably around 170 cm. My muscles have grown too. Although the body was not skinny, there was not much muscle to show either. If I grew a bit more, I would look like the adult form of an anime kid from my last life.

I grew up at least 10 cm. This was absurd, yet which event that happened since I woke up was meaningful? Possessing a new body, exploring ancient ruins, or finding a Magic Stone that can grow people.

I look at the suspect of the cause of changes in my body. There it is, staying quietly at the altar. I walked over it once again. I did not hesitate as last time. The first time is always the hardest. I have already survived it successfully. There was nothing left for me to fear, maybe.

The stone stood in the same place. It was not beautiful as when it was before, but it was still charming. This stone was the manifestation of one of the two great powers that lived in this world. After their battle, this one won and destroyed the other. Become the sole ruler of the whole world. Yet, this one was also injured.

Since then, it has been recapturing here.

This stone was the reason for the rise of the Valyrian as it gave them magic, runes, and a method for taming dragons.

Yet, with the end of Stone's rest, it caused Doom. The stone made them the strongest, and the same stone ended them by literally doing nothing but waking up.

(A/N: I am planning to write a chapter about the rise and fall of Valyria and a chapter about the Andal invasion. They are not canon; I just want to create a mythical history for the story. I will add them to volume 0.)

And now, this stone gave me its blessings.

I will use this stone to stand out in this dangerous world and try to survive. Maybe even build my territory, and maybe bring some civilization.

However, I will try not to depend on this stone. Targaryens' dragon was their source of power, they depend so much on them. And, the moment the dragons were gone; their power was also gone. They became just a strong ruling family instead of fire and blood.

...

I left the ruins with the stone. I wrapped it in a piece of cloth that I tore off and hung it around my neck. There was nothing more worth keeping in the ruins.

I guess always calling this stone a 'stone' would be disrespectful. So, I will call it Kutsal Stone after this moment.

After leaving the ruins, I figured that I had a serious problem. I do not have any means to return to civilization. The ship that carried this body sank to the bottom of the sea.

Yet, when I thought that I had no way to return to civilization, I got some information from Kutsal Stone. It can teleport me anywhere in my memory for once.

'Oh shit!' The stone spoke. No, spoken would be incorrect. It delivered some thoughts to my brain.

"Hey, can you understand me?"

"If you can, please shake a bit."

And it trembled. This stone has consciousness. Should I begin to fear because I am carrying an unrivaled power with a will of its own, or should I begin to rejoice because I am carrying an unrivaled power with a will of its own?

"Do you have a name?"

"Do you want anything?"

"Did you bring me to this world?"

"Why did you create a storm to sink the ship?"

It did not give any answers to questions. I got ignored. I do not know how to start a conservation with overpowered stone.

"Will you help me to defeat my enemies?"

This time, it gave a response. However, it was not the one I was hoping for. It will help me only if I face something that involves other Gods. I was carrying a power that can easily destroy Westeros, yet I had no access to it. This was the legendary 'Show it, but don't let touch.'

Even though I cannot destroy continents on a whim, It is comforting to know that I was safe from Faceless men and Others.

"Okey, can you teleport me to the house in the Meereen? Please not in front of any human."

"..."

"..."

"Hey, you said that I can teleport for once."

Then, it started trembling and moving. It rose a bit and headed toward my right. And it just stayed like that.

"What? Are you tilting your head?"

It trembled again. However, I think this is more like shaking with a bit of fury.

"Sorry, I was just joking. Do you want me to go in that direction?"

It trembled in the meaning of confirmation.

"I take it as a yes."

From the memories I inherited, I know that in that direction there was a temple that dictated for Valyrian Gods. It was the most significant temple across the Valyrian Peninsula. Only the dragon riders had permission to visit. Because of this, it was accepted as the most prestigious and the main temple of the Valyrian Gods. It was named after its visitors. 'Temple of the Dragon Lords'.

I do not know what the Kutsal Stone wants in that temple, but I am sure it is not bad for me. I do not think it will cause a storm just to bring harm to me in less than one hour.

As I started to walk, my little journey in the untouched Valyrian lands with the guidance of a super-strong stone initiated.