Who Am I?

Zhano walked barefooted into the twilight Field of the Three Spinners. Something had urged him to strip himself of everything save from his pants. Looking out into the field, numerous Sleipnir roamed. The large eight-legged creatures trouted across the field with utter confidence in its divine blood.

Unlike lesser horses, they did not care for Zhano's presence. Even if he did catch them, he would have to tame them.

The Khal had tamed horse for years, but in front of the ultimate conquest, he couldn't help but feel grossly inexperienced.

Walking to the herd, Zhano noticed the first sign of their intelligence as a few looked at him then turned away. He stepped too close to another and it snorted while stamping it hoof.

Zhano chuckled, "Interesting."

"One of you will become mine! Together we have the destiny to trample the world! Run, hide, face me, I do not care. Because I am judging you all the way you are judging me. Horses possess an astounding amount of innate knowledge that many people never give them credit for. As King and Queens of the race, I recognize your capabilities."

Knowledge of Miller's time with horse flowed freely to Zhano as it had throughout his years of horse taming. Before Reincarnating, Miller was a hidden horse taming genius, his best method of taming was communication.

While Zhano believed he had some sort of gift given to him by Vezhof, it was actually the deeply ingrained knowledge that Akasha could not wipe clean. Thoughts and experiences are branded into the soul.

As the herd listened to Zhano, only one, cantered forth, stopping directly in front of the six-foot and six-inch tall Zhano. His body was broad and strong a like a giant. His aura of blood and dominance is felt by all of the Sleipnir.

But they also felt divinity stemming from fire and metal. But only the most talented of Sleipnir felt the stands of the Medicine God that attached to Zhano after spending so much time with Armenia.

The Sleipnir that approached Zhano nayed and snorted. It walked around him in circles, pushing him with its head. It then shook its head before walking away.

"Why?" Zhano asked.

The ancient markings that adorned the head of the Sleipnir, a trait shared by all of the breeds, shined with a bright radiance.

'How can you bond with me, when you are in two? It is not your doing, and fate will heal you. However, the you that you are is not yet recognized or accepted.' the Sleipnir mental voice was injected into his mind.

In the realm of God's an Old man flew into a rage. He crosses light-years and appeared in a stadium of countless gods. He looked to Vezhof and said, "You're cheating!"

"No, I am not! I gave the Sleipnir to you. I no longer command them. But when I returned their status of Royalty, that entered a sort of in-between. I am not their master, yet they command the horses of the world. They are also out of your reach, meaning they act as they please. Free of servitude, they communicate and serve as a mount to who they wish, bringing out a power that you could never obtain. Odin, it is only your fault that your mount has never communicated with you. Tricks can break a horse but not tame it." The Horse God spoke.

Odin sneered. "I hope the boy dies!"

He then vanished and the Gods of the stadium laughed.

"Bring back the monitor!"

"Fuck him! We've been waiting on this day for years!"

"Bring the fucking picture back, Akasha!"

Gods and Goddess alike shouted.

Meanwhile, Zhano thought of the Sleipnir's words and wondered what the hell they meant.

"No one else!?" Zhano called out.

The Sleipnir present walked away, leaving him alone.

'How can you bond with me, when you are in two? It is not your doing, and fate will heal you. However, the you that you are is not yet recognized or accepted.'

'The you that you are is not yet recognized or accepted.'

"Who am I?" Zhano muttered, "What am I?"

Zhano had avoided his power and oddities all his life. His speed, strength, dexterity. His combat prowess, and superior mind. His tough physique and immunity to flames….his…

Zhano breathing became heavy and he forced himself to calm. "I can control fire."

Done once but never again. Known but not completely recognized and nowhere near accepted. Zhano began to understand the words of the Sleipnir. The best answer he could come up with was practice.

So he trained and the Sleipnir gave him space too. First, he ran like a madman. A week passed he found himself trying to run with the young Sleipnir. He always fell behind but he never lost sight. This tired his body.

When he practiced the spear, sword, talons, and archery, he opened his mind and lessened to the sound of the Valyrian steel. These realizations stimulated Zhano, pushing him for more discovery and understanding of himself.

Like a monk, he trained to understand his entire being with the utmost efficiency. There was nothing that he was afraid to do. He was like a mad man in a place where day and night were nonexistent, he lost track of time.

Finally, he hit his peak when he cleared an area of the field and built a great pyre. Stand upon the pyre, Zhano remained motionless for hours.

The Sleipnir watched, waited for Zhano to claim what they already knew he had.

It was a month and a half since he arrived in the Field of the Three Spinners. Upon the pyre, Zhano sat with his eyes closed, visualizing. Minute after minute, hour after hour, the picture became clearer and clearer.

It wasn't a dragon or a blood witch as he had feared. Instead, it was a man n the center of a volcano. He stood on molten rock as he slammed his mighty flame-coated hammer against a hunk of metal held firm on an anvil.

As Zhano vision cleared smoke emitted from the pyre.

In his mind, the burly blacksmith's every move resonated with him. Every swing of the hammer revealed the secrets of fire and metal. Every strike transformed the metal and caused the Molten rock within the mountain to surge.

It was as easy as breathing. And it was natural for a person in this environment to fear, it was natural for a person with Zhano's power, to fear. When he finally let it go. When he stood next to the blacksmith and took up smithing, the blacksmith said a single sentence as Zhano swung a hammer for the first time.

"My name is Hephaestus."

Ding! The hammer hit the metal.

Woosh! The volcano erupted shattering the vision. In the real world, the Pyre combusted into flames, swallowing Zhano. However, he did not scream out in pain. Instead, an immense comfort washed over him. It was like he was bathing for the first time. Washing years of dirt and grime from his body.

"Blessed by the God of Fire and Forge. His becomes me!" the flames of the pyre intensified, becoming a flaming pillar. The lands the surrounded the fields of the three spinners bore witness to the sun ending twilight.

The four closest Khal's gave orders and four Khalasar set out in a great hurry, worried for their sacred Sleipnir.

Qoni also saw the flame pillar and lead the Khalasar to the Field of the Three Spinners.

Meanwhile, a Gold on Black Mare galloped from the deepest part of the field. Her black hair was was black flames with traces of gold. Her eyes, golden mist. Her ancient markings were pure gold and adorned down her kneck, covering her back, and fashioned in a single bands around each leg.

Just as a few Sleipnir moved for Zhano, the Golden Black Mare nayed with a force that rippled across the plains. Her hoofs caused the earth to quake. When she arrived, the sea of Sleipnir and the grass field parted.

"Now I'm cheating!" Vezhof laughed in the world of gods and the stadium went ballistic.

Vezhof gave Heaphestus a small nod and the burly man acted as if he didn't do anything at all.

Standing in front of the flame pillar, the black and gold Sleipnir waited until the pillar descended and the Pyre was burned to ash.

When Zhano opened his eyes, the bells and bands in his hair were burnt away. His clothes, no ash. Nacked and covered in sot, the mighty Blood For Khal's hair flew free in the winds as he unconsciously struck a mighty posture.

" A Khal of Khals. A Man of Men. The Bone Barbian causes Dragons' to lament. Before there were two tigers, the mountain had the Dragon and the Barbian. You're people lost before, I hope you can fare differently." the Great mares voice penetrated Zhano's mind.

Zhano stepped further slowly. He held out his broad hand and palmed the brow of the Golden black mare. Her markings shined and a golden brand burned into Zhano's right chest. When it cooled, the marking of a Sleipnir encompassing a sphere appeared.

"Taming is for lesser creatures. The Champion of Vezhof needs a companion. You can call me, Nemyse." her thoughts projected.

Zhano's mind then opened and he heard all the thoughts of the surrounding Sleipnir, including the thoughts of the horse he used as mount since the day he left Vaes Dothrak.

He was speechless. He had heard of the blessing of Vezhof, but to earn them was an entirely different feel.

His vision then blurred and strengthen. He saw nothing, then he saw an insect on a blade of grass. He saw a bird kilometers away and the small unnoticeable figures of Khalasars being led by Khals and Qoni.

When his eyesight settled, he noticed that the Khalasars were thousands of meters away

Finally, his blood boiled and a mind-numbing feeling took over.

"Bare with it," said Nemyse

Zhano's cock grew to full mast and leaked streams of translucent spunk from his tip. The veins bulged with great intensity as the skin was pulled tight. His heart pounded and his mind was poisoned with lust. His body is near the edge of breaking free from his control.

His muscles soon tensed and veins riddled his body. Zhano appeared as if he all muscle and no fat, like a hulk.

Suddenly he gasped as the feeling trickled out and the fight ended.

"Domain over horses, eyes of the deadliest archer, and libido of a Sleipnir," said Nemyse. "Congratulations Zhano. You've done well, but brace yourself."

"Ahhh!" Zhano wailed as his head felt like it was split in two. The only way to undo a divine curse is to combat it with fate and divinity.

Acknowledging his power and gaining Nemyse as a companion, Zhano had enough of both to partially udon Akasha's trick. At that moment, memories flooded his mind. The face of Miller was blurred but his sexual conquests, taming horses, time in school, days with his little brother Ayden, and military training came back to him.

In a few breaths, he experienced hers as living as another person in a world without the Dothraki Sea. But the memories that came to him were only the deepest ingrained memories that already influenced his life throughout the years.

Finally, Zhano dropped to his knees as Scenes of Game of Thrones came. Daenerys Targaryen surviving fire with three dragons, the death of Khal Drogo, and the disbanding of his Khalasar. The burning of the Dothraki Sea, and crossing the Narrow Sea.

Slaves were freed and the ways of the Dothraki fading. Then the Cold ones arrived with the long night. The Dothraki Horde with flaming swords against men that could not be killed. The death of the Dothraki and defiling of their corpses, corrupted into demons.

"Awwwhhhhhhh!" Zhano roared with rage. "Drogo! Targaryen Whore!"

Miller's consciousness finally breaks through, aided by Zhano's rage. Feelings intensify as Miller understands the Fate of the Dothraki Sea and the world. This understanding peased together the fragments for Zhano and deadly calm took over.

"I see," he muttered. "I know why I'm here."

Zhano looked up to the sky. "Vezhof! I will save the Dothraki Sea. Take that man's head and conquer that woman. Her dragons will be mine! Her kingdom will be mine! Essos will be mine! I am the Stallion who mounts the world! All those who say different can die under the hoofs of Nemyse."

A wind rolled across the Great Grass Sea, creating waves that matched the waters of the world. In Dosh Khaleen, the high priestess and crones received their first real vision from Vezhof. And it could not be denied.

Zhano mounted Nemyse and rode to meet his Khalasar. When he arrived he took command and lead his horse lords on a stamped. Galloping through the Great Grass Sea with no particular destination in mind. He was merely enjoying the ride as he once did during his life as Miller.

Zhano and his Khalasar projected their war cries. Loud and ferocious. The Khalasars present recognized the undying hunger for blood and battle. And on the back of a mighty mare, even in terms of a Sleipnir, the Khals knew that Zhano's hunger would be satiated.

When Zhano finally stopped, Nemyse reared, and her four front legs went up and kicked the air. The horses in the area bucked and nayed. Snorted and stepped the hoofs.

Without saddle or reigns, Zhano handled Nemyse's power with experienced ease.

Zhano looked at the Khals spectating. He then shouted his decree.

"I am the Great Khal of the Dothraki Sea. Blood Fire Khal, Zhano, Son of Khal Vazzo. Rider of the Greatest Sleipnir, Nemyse! Spread the word, Khal Zhano has tamed the Sleipnir and with his Khalasar of 45,000 Horselords and counting, he will ride to every Khalasar in the Great Grass Sea. You all have two options! Surrender or be conquered! If you are all true Khals, real Dothraki men, then you know we only bow to strength! You will face me, Khal to Khal! Or see your families, horses, Bloodriders, and Khalasar die! Then I will fuck your Khaleesis before your eyes! When it is done! When despair and regret set in, I will break your backs and leave you to rot, never to ride again!"

It was like prophecy when Zhano spoke. Khals shivered. Zhano had told them fates worse than death under the open sky. Khals then sent riders to every corner of Essos to spread the word of Blood Fire Khal Zhano.

The Khals themselves fleed to gain strength, hoping to kill Zhano before his words became reality. Some were fated to never return, but they believed in the strength of the ones fated to ride a Sleipnir. They believed that a man such as Zhano would die before giving up on his proclamation.