chapter 6
298 AC Essos
It was nightfall and he was ready to execute his task, his main goal was to rescue the boy but blood needed to be spilled for the old woman's death, Viserys' bloodlust leaked out as shadows enshrouded his figure, making it difficult to see him. He sent his intentions to Rhaellor to attach herself on to him and be as silent as possible, and then he blended with the darkness. His searched through the camp and no one noticed him as the guys seemed to having the time of their lives and even if they were alert they would still fail as he had masked himself in darkness with his shadow magic. The Khalasar was lively, some were fighting ,others were fucking and some were drinking like there's no tomorrow 'maybe the last time some of them enjoy a good fuck or drink 'viserys mused much to his anger.
He had to hurry and rescue the boy as the masking ability wouldn't last forever and although his body now could draw in more magic it didn't mean the ability would last forever, he had around half an hour as this body is not yet used to this type of magic, to which he considered enough to find the boy. He amped his physical abilities with the magic in his body which increased his speed to insane levels and his brain and eyes to be able to process his surroundings while moving fast. He weaved his way through the camp, through each tent and through the slaves the dothraki had acquired.
He was about to conclude that the boy wasn't there when he noticed children bundled up together at the edge of the camp. He approached and checked each child, one after the other, the kids didn't even notice he was in front of them until he found littleSam and they were spooked and erratically moved away from him. Viserys was saddened by the state he found littleSam; the boy would not survive the night. The boy had a fever and his breathing was rapid and shallow, he was pale and his pulse was weak and he had lost a lot of blood. On closer inspection Viserys noticed the open wound on his belly and he could not imagine the pain the boy was going through.
LittleSam grimaced in pain as Viserys moved him to a more comfortable position as he whispered calling out to the old woman," Nana….Nana…..Nana". Viserys became even sadder and wished he would have arrived sooner. Rhaellor let out a silent growl on his shoulders mirroring his sadness as she could feel what Viserys was feeling and then rubbed her scaly head on viserys' cheek as a sign of comforting. Viserys unsheathed his shorts word and in a quick motion covered the boys mouth with his right hand and drove the sword straight to the boy's heart .littleSam opened his eyes wide and just as quick as his eyes opened death came to him all while Viserys looked him in the eye until his eyes became lifeless and he drew his last breath. The boy didn't even struggle in his last moments and just as sad as it was the boy surprisingly had a smile on his face.
Viserys let out a sigh as Rhaellor let out savage growls and opened up her wings as hissing sounds and smoke escaped from her mouth. Viserys then drew the long sword from his back and stared at it, its red body glistened even the dark and together with the dragon head at the pommel gave it a menacing look. Viserys lowered the sword and proceeded to walk through the camp, incredible bloodlust leaking from him, away with his original plan of getting the boy and escape, no more moving in the shadows. Viserys was going meet them head on and slaughter them all...….FIRE AND BLOOD!!!
[3rd person view]
Rollo was having the time of his life, their horde had just raided a village a few days ago and he had acquired a slave and was sell her but he just glad to have a taste of her cunt.he had bed her just yesterday and couldn't resist not to have her today.as he was enjoying himself as a sense of horror hit him and he pulled away from the girl and took his weapon. It was then he noticed that he wasn't the only one experiencing the dread as the camp had gone quiet and some like him had drawn their blades.
The pressure was overwhelming, the silence and darkness made it worse; it was as if he could feel death was coming and a shiver run down his spine at the thought. He was sweating and couldn't help but swallow hard, the slave was already gone and he couldn't care if she escaped as he wasn't sure he would survive the night, at least he had his last fuck now he what he was waiting for was death in battle. He was brought out of his thoughts by loud screech indicating that the cause of their unrest wasn't anything human.
Soon with the aid of their camp fires, he saw a person walk from the direction of their camp. He was donned in black leather armor, he had two swords, one in each hand all Westerosi type of weapons. But what really caught his attention was the creature on his shoulder, it was a dragon. It opened up its wings which had a red shade but the creature itself was black in color, then it let out a loud screech piercing everyone's ears. He had heard of dragon lords and dragons but he took them for jest, now one was in front of him although in its infancy it was terrifying.
The man stopped and gripped his sword tightly and silently uttered," Dracarys" it was low but he heard it clearly. He had learned high valyrian quite a bit so he knew the meaning of the word. The dragon launched itself in the air and proceeded to breathe a torrent of red flames from its mouth. Anyone and anything in its path caught its flame and soon the camp was on fire. Everyone was caught up in the sight of the dragon that they did not notice the man had disappeared.
Rollo saw a fellow warrior knock an arrow to his bow and aim at the dragon only for his limbs be cut from him by something moving extremely fast. That's when he noticed bodies on the ground with missing limbs; both hands and feet. He saw others falling down screaming in pain, fear overcame him and decided to run only to find himself falling. The pain was immeasurable and as he clutched his legs that had been cut off in pain, his forearms were cleanly cut, he didn't even feel the blade in his flesh. He screamed in pain as he looked at his arms and joined his fellow warriors in wails.
Viserys cleaved his way through the dothraki warriors, he cut off only their arms and legs and he made sure to leave none untouched by his sword. Through his magic he moved at insane speeds while slicing at them, leaving afterimages at his wake, those that didn't fall from Rhaellor's fire fell by his sword. He made sure to aim for archers mostly as Rhaellor's scales weren't hard enough to block arrows yet. He only chopped of their arms and legs to let them bleed out and die in pain just as littleSam died. He hated that he had to be the one to put the boy out of his misery so he won't give them a straight to the heart or beheading quick death.
He didn't know how many he had put down; he had lost count in the hundreds. He had made his body intangible and his work became much easier as nothing could touch him. The duration of hi intangibility had increased since the return of magic and dragons and combined with his other perks he was unstoppable .he was attention was caught by loud shout, he turned to find a man screaming at the top of his lungs while banging his chest as if to challenge him, he seemed furious and frustrated .the man might be the Khal, their leader as per his memories of the savages and so he accepted this excuse of a challenge as nobody in this battle could rival him, he felt insulted at the ordeal and he vowed to himself to make the man's death as miserable as it could get. He hadn't realized that some of the former viserys emotions were influencing him.