Chapter 196 [Vault]

Title - HOTD: The Last Dragonlord | Chapter 1 | Female MC

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[1st POV]

“So this is my life now?” I muttered to myself, as I gazed at the destroyed surroundings, the dark, almost eerie fog that surrounded me. 

How did I get here? In this…place? Simple, I had died. Good ole truck-kun rammed straight into an unsuspecting me, one moment I was walking listening to some music, the next I was in an infinite void, being told that I was to be given 2 great boons in order to support me in my next life. These boons coming in the form of two “Essences”. 

These Essences were based around the Game of Thrones universe, the essences of:

Essence of Game of Thrones.

 You may remake your body however you want.

You are able to make the negatives of a medieval world, such as Hygiene, smell, sanitation and etc. not exist for you and everyone around you. This is an effect you can toggle at will. This will work in a way you prefer, even retroactively. People will have white, clean teeth, it won’t smell like a shithole unless the place is known for it, people will be clean and not smell like they haven’t bathed in a month, etc. Or you can make the effect only around you and those close to you, making people around you slowly become cleaner with better hygiene while near you, while bad smell and dirt is still there, but lessened in your surroundings. Or maybe some other way.

 You have become a Swordmaster equal to Jamie Lannister and Prime Arthur Dayne combined. 

You have become just as talented at music as Rhaegar Targaryen, being an excellent singer and a master of any instrument you come across. You also become an incredible story teller.

 You become able to turn as terrifying as Tywin Lannister at will.

You become a spymaster equal to Varys.

 You become a Valyrian. This grants you an immunity towards fire and heat, not to mention an almost inhuman beauty and grace.

You become able to Warg. This gives you the ability to enter the minds of animals and perceive the world through their senses and even control their actions. You have mastered this skill fully, able to enter the mind of an animal at will.

 You become a greenseer, making you able to use the ability known as Greensight, which is the psychic ability to perceive future and past events in dreams.

You receive the knowledge on how to create wildfire.

 You receive your very own Valyrian Steel sword. It will fit you perfectly, being the perfect weight, size and balance to feel like an extension of yourself.

You receive ten faceless assassins at your disposal. They are all irrevocably loyal to you.

 You receive three irrevocably loyal and obedient valyrian “dragons”. These Dragons possess awesome and devastating power, capable of laying waste to armies and burning entire cities to ashes, yet have been bonded to you, making them completely tame when it comes to you. You don’t have to speak High Valyrian to order your dragons.

You receive an army of 10.000 irrevocably loyal Unsullied.

Essence of a Valyrian Dragonlord.

You are able to make the negatives of a medieval world, such as Hygiene, smell, sanitation and etc. not exist for you and everyone around you. This is an effect you can toggle at will. This will work in a way you prefer, even retroactively. People will have white, clean teeth, it won’t smell like a shithole unless the place is known for it, people will be clean and not smell like they haven’t bathed in a month, etc. Or you can make the effect only around you and those close to you, making people around you slowly become cleaner with better hygiene while near you, while bad smell and dirt is still there, but lessened in your surroundings. Or maybe some other way.

 You may remake yourself however you want.

As a Dragonlord of Valyria, you may opt to have pale skin, silver-gold hair, and eyes of either purple, lilac, or pale blue. And like the dragonlords, you may choose to become strikingly (and some would say inhumanly) beautiful and attractive, beyond the likes Daemon Blackfyre and Shiera Seastar. You win friends easily and women are drawn to you (and/or men if you so desire). Your body and appearance becomes your ideal, so unwanted hair won’t grow, your physique and shape becomes flawless and as “equipped” as you would want

 You now know both the written and spoken form of High Valyrian.

You are a warrior unparalleled, surpassing even Daemon Blackfyre and Aemon the Dragonknight combined at their best while using ordinary weapons, and you become even better when wielding a Valyrian Steel weapon. You are a master of all the weapons of the battlefield, and even unarmed, you are deadly. Your skill will never degrade. 

 You also become a powerful Valyrian sorcerer, both mighty and skilled enough to consider yourself more to have more potential than gods when it comes to magic and sorcery, protected from any negative consequences from magic, as you draw magic from the dragon you are bonded with. You know and have all the magic of Valyria - but must still master it - from creating and shaping dragonstone, to creating and using dragonglass candles for a multitude of different purposes, and creating and smithing Valyrian steel. You are also able to control dragons using only your sorcery to make them do what you want, without needing any whips or dragon horns, whether they are bound to you or not. You can control Dragons, breed them, hatch them, and communicate with them on a deeper level than anyone else. You are also able to quickly learn and master any form of magic you come across and have access to.

You also find yourself having unparalleled talent when it comes to Blood magic. Anything you can imagine when it comes to Blood, you can most likely do, with some trial and error.

Manipulate blood and fire at your will, for example using it to pull all the blood out in an instant to rip anyone apart from the inside, or instantly combust someone.

Use blood to fuel your magic, from your own blood, or others, without having to draw upon magic from your dragon.

Create a ruby orb of crystallized blood that binds the bloodline of anyone who’s blood touches the orb to you and your line, making them unable to betray you and allow you to control and manipulate them however you want.

Mold and shape flesh and bone with ease, from simply altering someone’s appearance, to healing any wounds or defects, to creating incredible monsters, or to simply alter their senses to make any touch from you incredibly pleasurable.

Sacrifice the blood and life of others and use it to enhance yourself, granting you longer, possibly eternal life filled with youth and vigor, or enhance your strength and speed beyond any ordinary man, or to heal yourself from mortal damage. Or do it to someone else.

You also find yourself with unparalleled talent when it comes to Fire magic. Anything you can imagine when it comes to Fire, you can most likely do, with some trial and error.

Generate and shape fire at your will, to create weapons out of fire to cleave through your opposition or even summon enormous pillars of fire to devastate armies.

Draw heat out of others to instantly freeze them.

Make yourself immune to heat and fire.

 You can make your fire burn the same heat as Dragonfire.

You are an incredibly talented smith, with the ability to create and forge Valyrian Steel without dragons and their fire, using only steel, you skill and your magic. Your talent as a smith is unsurpassed among mortals, some would even say the gods would be impressed by your incredible skill, ability, knowledge and experience.

 You receive the ability to have Dragon Dreams, which is a premonition-like dream ability that shows you the future in the form of a dream. Unlike others who suffer from Dragon Dreams, you are able to use it at will, allowing you to view and manipulate the future through your actions. Whenever you go to sleep, you can choose to have a Dragon Dream, causing you to instantly fall asleep and see the future that is going to happen if you don’t alter it. When you wake up, you then know what you would have done and what would have happened, and can choose to change it. The next night, if you choose to have a Dragon Dream, you will see where your actions will lead and how it has changed the future. If you are at a crossroad, or have a choice you have to make, you may see each of the path that your choices would lead you to and the future it would bring, allowing you to choose your path and your desires future. Do be aware that the future you see is set in stone unless you consciously and deliberately choose to change it.

As a Valyrian Dragonlord, you are highly resistant to heat and fire, though not immune without magical aid.

 You are an incredible bard, with an amazing singing voice and a masterful skill with any instruments you come across, including your voice. You already know how to sing and play any song you have ever heard, able to use any instrument you have and a little bit of magic to create the same sounds and effects as the music you are recreating.

You may opt to be a member of one of the 40 great dragonlord families, and may design your own family to your exact desires should you want to, from it’s members to your relationship to how rich and powerful it is to how many dragons they have and anything else.

 In order to keep their bloodlines pure, the dragonlords customarily wed brother to  sister, often the younger brother to the older sister. You and your line suffer no negative effects from Incest, and you may design your own family member to be your wedded partner, even creating as many as you want. You may design how they are completely, from appearance to personality to skills and experience to your relationship. They will however be irrevocably loyal to you.

As a Dragonlord, you have been bound with your very own Dragon, through several Binding Spells that cannot be broken. You may design as you please, from its coloration and size to its temperament and personality. It is bound so that as along as you are alive, so will it be, allowing it to survive mortal wounds and live forever as long as you are alive. Your dragon is also far stronger and more powerful than any other Valyrian dragon of the same size and age, and in time will surpass any Valyrian Dragon ever (non-god)

They were…welcome gifts, truly. Knowledge not my own was shoved into this new brain of mine, knowledge of combat, of magic, of smithing, of pretty much everything I would ever need in order to survive in this world, to survive in the time of the Dance of the Dragon. 

And not only was it the time of the Dance, I was now a Valyrian Dragonlord, the last of them, the last living member of the most powerful family in the Freehold, the “Balerion” family, named after the Chief God of the Valyrian Pantheon, the family with the strongest dragons and the strongest bodies. 

But I wasn’t just a Balerion, as from what little I knew about this body, the blood of the 40 major families ran through my veins, all of them. It was a last ditch effort, a girl made in order to inherit the might of old, so that all the Dragonlord families would continue, even if only through one singular girl. 

A girl that be able to bear children, and with a bit of magic, sire children. A girl who was currently walking through the ruins of old Valyria, towards where my dragon is, where I can feel it. I hadn’t made it myself, as the being that sent me here had based it off of what I would have wanted. 

And if I know my wants enough, I know exactly what my beloved dragon looks like. Just like I knew there were three other dragons with my mount, they too were bound to me through my first essence. 

Within a small sack strapped around my back, within it was ingots of pure Valyrian Steel, petrified dragon eggs that I believe I can bring back, and ancient scrolls belonging to my family, the Balerion family. 

I would go back through and loot all of Valyria, but only once I find my dragons. For I do believe we had saddles that would be able to carry a lot of loot. I wouldn’t take everything, but I would take enough to give myself the power needed to do what I want. 

What did I want?

Honestly? To live in comfort and peace. Even if that meant having to conquer half of Essos in order to do so. And with the dragons that I’d have, all of them likely being hundreds of years old, being put into stasis as I had when the doom had started…well, I doubt it’ll be an issue. 

I despised the mere thought of slavery, even with the lineage I am born into being well known for it. I’d like to do what Daenerys Targaryen would have, to free slaves and conquer lands, to bring about glory and to enjoy my life. 

Even in my past life I had wished to do something fulfilling. To do something that meant something. And in this life? This life I would do that. 

Even if it meant going against that little Targaryen family, the family that was so laughably weak in comparison to what I knew of the other families. Families that had dozens, to well over a hundred dragons…each. 

What the Targaryens were now…well, they are laughable at best. 

My trek through my homeland that was now dark and barren of people was…surprisingly peaceful. Knowing every form of magic in Valyria made it easy to take care of any threats that may come my way. And it seemed that even without that, none of the creatures that tainted these lands were coming anywhere near me, as if they were…afraid. 

As I walked through the lands, and grew closer to where my dragons were held, I noticed various ingots of Valyrian steel in blacksmiths, each of them being put into my sack as I grew closer to the dragons, while also admiring my new beauty. 

I was Valyrian in practically every form. Long white-blonde hair, beauty that many would compare to that of gods, and a figure to go along with it, all the while standing at a little over 5’8. The only thing that was out of the ordinary was my bright eyes, akin to that of a dragons as they practically glowed with magic and might. 

I was a beauty, that’s for sure. Too bad for the men of the world, I was completely uninterested. As the fairer sex was far more appealing to me. And as it turns out, same sex marriage was actually rather common in the Freehold, as magic made it easy to have children with the same gender, as strange as it may seem. They were dragons, why care for what others think?

But I digress. 

Finally, after walking for a few minutes, I came upon the “Zaldrīzes lua” aka the Dragon keep, where dragons are held. And unlike that horrid little dragon pit in King's Landing, this one does not limit their growth. 

Walking through the solid Valyrian steel doors that opened for me, the blood of the dragon, I turned several corners, before stopping in front of the dragon vault, where dragon eggs were held, and where my beloved dragons would be. And with one slice of my Valyrian steel blade, blood flew against the door, and it too creaked open. 

And gods was the sight before me magnificent, as I stared upon my 4 dragons. 

Skyranax, the rock tailed

Scarlethox, the fire winged

Raikonix, the horned

And finally…

Ghidorax, The Three Headed 

The last of which was evidently based off of Ghidorah from the Godzilla series, even having the ability to blast lightning instead of fire, causing far more damage than any normal dragon. 

My mount was larger than the likes of Balerion, but was not as large as it’s counterparts from the Monsterverse and such. While Skyranax is bigger than Vhagar but smaller than Balerion, only because of the lack of feeding. Scarlethox is around the size of Vhagar, if not a tiny bit smaller, while my last Raikonix is in between Vermithor and Vhagar in size. 

And this was all without them feeding for hundreds of years. Once they began to regularly feed? They’d grow far larger than any Targaryen dragon, as was only natural with the best of the best. 

And with my beloved dragons, was a large pile of dragon eggs, large, at least three dozen of them, all alive and just waiting to be awoken. I wouldn’t do it, not yet. Instead I walked over and reached my hand out, breathing out as I drew upon my natural connection to dragons to choose the three additional dragons that I would hatch. 

One of the eggs was a beautiful pink color, another a dark bloody crimson, and the last a mixture of several colors, all of them called to me more than the others, and they were the ones that were placed in my sack, the others would be gathered once I was ready, and once I had a kingdom that could actually take care of them. 

I would NOT bring dragons back with me until I was sure I could take care of them. For dragons were sacred to us Valyrians, and even with my…limited knowledge, I knew not to allow newborns to suffer, not like the Targaryens did, even if unknowingly. 

The petrified eggs would remain with me, an,,,assurance of sorts, in case I ever need it for whatever reason. That, and they were with me when I awoke in this place, and I don’t wish to leave them. 

With the eggs in my sack, I got up before walking over to my mount, my hand reaching out as I softly whispered to him “Ziry iksos jēda, issa mount” the words meaning “It is time, my mount”. 

And as I whispered these words to him, my hand placed against his middle heads snout, a grin formed on my face, as his eyes slowly opened, my other dragons slowly rising alongside him, as I looked over them all, one thought in my mind as I did. 

‘…Essos will not know what hit them’

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That’s the end of the chapter!

Love interest for this fic is Rhaenyra as usual, might add in Alicent or Laena, not sure to be honest. She’ll be a female MC except when she wishes to impregnate her wife/wives, then she’ll grow herself a member. Otherwise she’ll be a woman. 

She is also…pretty overpowered. But she’ll be facing threats that will be a threat to her, and she also has to learn to use this power. She’ll be conquering a lot of Essos before going over to Westeros. And unlike Leandra, the Targaryens will come to know of her very quickly. 

I’ve already got a name for her in mind that will work well. 

Also, I just finished the last episode of the new season of Doctor Who, with the 15th leaving. And…What. The. Fuck. My brain straight up exploded when I saw who the “16th” is, and to all my fellow Doctor Who fans who haven’t watched it yet…WATCH IT!

Anyways, have a good day!