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Westeros, Essos, Sothoryos, Ulthos and many other lands that have yet to be discovered. This world is quite simple for one to understand. It's quite primitive and basic. Yet in this world some things aren't as simple as they may appear to unexperienced eyes. In this world many are concerned about power, legacy, money or any things that they consider important. That is why they play games......The Game of Thrones, the Game of Religion, the Game of Knowledge....You may call these games or this game however you want...... Despite all this there's one being who has no interest in these games, a being that cares for no one else than himself, but who suddenly decided that he wanted to have some form of entertainment. He who has travelled across the world, he who mastered all types of magic.....Except for one......Here he comes, the Dragon Mage.
"Think about it .....What do you truly know about this world ?"
Those words are the one that haunted many important figures in history. Be it Aegon 'The Conqueror', Aerys 'The Mad King', or even Bran 'The Builder'. Those words simply carried too much meaning to them.
Across the Continents, across the oceans....Across the World. The one who had pronounced those words had travelled everywhere and said this to all those he considered unworthy of their titles.
"A Conqueror ? Bah! He's nothing more than a child who thinks he can be called Conqueror just because he took control of an empty continent! He would've been a true Conqueror if he had conquered Ulthos, guess even his dragons weren't powerful enough to do that !!"
" A Mad King ? How the hell is that dude supposed to be Mad ?! Like seriously, just because he said to burn his ennemies, you called him Mad ? Did you even knew who he was talking about ? And how is that dude even a King ? Even I could reign over Westeros better than him!"
"A Builder ?! For fuck's sake! The dude didn't even participated in the construction of the Wall! He was just sitting his ass on his throne while the real builders were freezing to death ! Some legendary figure he is!"
Of course, people would think that he was just arrogant....Oh how wrong they were! For there was never anyone in the world who could best the Dragon Mage. From the day he was born, to the day of his 'Death'. He was born with unparalleled talent, he had always been the best.
He wasn't invincible, he wasn't immortal, he wasn't a God amongst human. He was simply someone who could always survive any danger, someone who would always fight no matter against who it was. He was someone who would never back down from a challenge no matter how impossible it was.
This man of insane talent and determination had simply dissappeared one day, leaving all those who loved him behind. Of course he had been kind(or cruel) enough to make them Half-Immortal, so that they could wait for him, so that's what they did. For Centuries, for millenia, they waited for him.
Those people were quite known, yet no one ever suspected them of being more than mere mortals. They were scattered around the world, however they never stopped waiting for him. He came back from time to time, to check on them, but they never knew. With time he started to gain interest in what happened in the world, he started to come back even more frequently, getting some new 'friends' and entertaining himself. Even with all that, he never told his precious people that he wasn't dead, he watched as they all became important figures of this world, as they all waited for him with growing eagerness. He watched from the shadows, never showing his true appearance........
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(Essos, Vaes Dothrak, 297 AC)
A lone figure walked in the seemingly unending desert, his eyes fixed on something that only he could see. His feet and hands were bloody but he didn't seem to care, he continued to walk with such confidence that one wouldn't think he was walking in a desert where he could die at all times. Which wasn't actually true, all the wild animals that he met on the road understood that rather quickly, he wasn't one to die this easily. however he was still a man, he needed to eat and drink.
That's why he was munching on what looked like a snake, if the poison of the snake affected he didn't show it. For hours, days and even week he continued to walk. At this point anyone would've passed out, but not him!
His determination was too high for him to abandon, his body was too strong to be affected by the desert, his mind was too sharp to let anything hurt him. He was a lone warrior, wandering in a desert as he slaughtered anything that crossed him.
The man was quickly spotted by a group of Dothrakis scouts, but they knew better than to meet him by themselves when they saw how he easily dealt with a group of Hrakkar ( White Lions of the Dothraki Sea) that tried to attack him, thinking him to be an easy prey. They left to report back to their Khal as the man smirked.
"Fucking finally......I've waited weeks for them to spot me......Now that i think about it, i should've used some spells to locate a Khalasar and teleport to them.......Sometimes i'm just way too stupid!!"The man said in a hoarse voice, he licked his lips as his smiled widened.
"I don't know what to do once i meet the Dothrakis, but i know it's going to be funny........Maybe i should stay with them for a while, from what i remember Khals will accept any 'Great Warrior' in their Khalasar.........I don't think they can find a greater warrior than myself, not that i'm going to entertain them."
The man than walked in the direction of where the Dothrakis went, he had a Khal to meet. Hopefully it would be a real warrior and not some dude that call himself a Khal when he has less balls than those puny little Targaryens.
'Fuck, even after all these years i still hate Targaryens......To think that some people in Westeros want them back on the throne, i hope my dear little Wolf isn't one of those dumbass who worships Targaryen. Last time i saw her she was still too young, i hope she didn't marry anyone while i was away!'
The man walked with renewed vigor as memories about all the people he left years ago, came back to him. He certainly missed them, well not all of them.........Especially not those fucking TARGARYENS!!!
