3 Chapter 3: Growing up.

Chapter 3:

The routine continued for 3 days until tribute was paid to Drogo, a large feast followed and a night of celebration. Translated into Dothraki that means:

1: fights

2: people copulating in the open and finally

3: getting the new slaves to be "acclimated" to the life they will have.

I got to eat my full, a Dothraki rider that was surprisingly a decent fella even gave me a mug of ale, saying that since I have a blade wound already proves I'm on my way to being a true warrior, but deep down I think he just wanted to see a kid drunk, jokes on him, alcohol does not affect me because its a poison, I could drink the entire Khalasar under the table.

After seeing the slaves that were paid as Tribute I concluded that we were somewhere where Valyrian blood was strong, many had light hair and Valyrian features, it was probably somewhere near the Royne, but I doubted it was Volantis. perhaps some other smaller nameless town that never came up in the books or show.

Getting a horse to ride was also Easy, since we were riding out in the morning I approached a slave that was trending to the horses of the Khalasar and asked him the same way I asked for the healer and who would have thunk it? Having a sharp dagger pointed at your throat by a deranged looking kid makes people very talkative.

Turns out that all the horses belong to the Khal, only important people own horses like the Ko or the BloodRiders (maybe this is why it was such a big reward when Khal Drogo gifted "any horse you want" to Jorah Mormont for saving Danny's life)

Basically the gig is this: When the Kahlasar moves, you just grab a horse that has been saddled by slave and off you go.

Only the Very young, sick or Old ride in the carts and that is a sign of weakness, the slaves have to walk, if you are deemed useless or beyond saving you are left behind the Khalasar .

The Khalasar is followed by packs of wild dogs, and that normally means it's better to just off yourself than to be left on the outskirts to be torn apart alive. And that brings us here.

The Kahlasar has already started marching. I stayed behind and looked at the 30 or so odd poor souls left behind and not even given mercy, many of them could not even move or properly to kill themselves.

It's a cruel world and I have never killed before but I know that at some point I will have to, and then if I hesitate I will more than likely die.

The first man I approached was in his late 40s with a terrible infection that went into sepsis. I just lifted his head and offered him some water, he gave it a few gulps before looking at me. I showed him a dagger and placed it over his hearth.

"Are you ready?" I asked him, he nodded, looking at my trembling hands he chuckled

"Are you?" he asked with a raspy voice

"No, but I have to be" I paused before stabbing, "you will be my first, what is your name?"

"Aggendo, Yours?" he coughed again\

"Ogatto Reyne" with what strength the man had left he placed a hand on my shoulder and said

"When I meet Mother earth I will tell her that Ogatto Reyne gave me mercy and I will ask her to watch over you"

When he finished speaking I pierced his heart in a quick and sharp motion putting my body weight into it. he did not scream, hi's eyes opened wide and he jus gasped for air, had a few quick breaths before he simply deflated and stopped moving. I closed his open eyes, which is more difficult than what movies portray it to be, took two steps away and vomited.

I gifted mercy to the other 27 poor souls after letting them have one last drink of water, then I rode after the Khalasar, catching up to them fairly quickly since they were on a walking speed while I just galloped.

To be honest at first I was scared of riding a horse since I never done it before but after sitting on the saddle for the first time i got the hang of it in minutes.

Thanks SSserum and your insane advantages, (i probably could have gotten a better deal if I did not ask for something so OP and landed as some noble of a minor house, but decisions were made, and the price has been paid)

We rode east for the rest of the month, only stopping in the evening to let the horses rest and get watered, also so we could sleep.

These camps were far more chaotic than the semi-permanent camp we had back in that nameless city along the Royne.

Along the way in this month Khal Drogo has raided 2 small towns. That made us stop for a few days each time. During that time I would sneak and observe him, his Ko and BloodRiders train with each other.

This is where I met Rahako. Half Dohraki half Valyrian, he was two years older than me. I saw him hiding in my spot observing them fight.

To say that I did scare the shit out of him when I cleared my throat behind him would be to put it mildly. We kicked it off after that. I learned that he only has his mother and that his father died in one of the fights with a different Kahlasar. I told him that my mother died not to long ago and that my father tried to murder me, then i pointed at Qotho and told him that it was him, and that I was on my own ever since.

He is very smart, tall for his age and he is good with the Arakh and the Bow. When we are not riding, we are either practicing or watching the Dothraki spar. I would make my shelter next to his and his mother's tent because why not, we had each other's back.

The Kahlasar was getting bigger and bigger, not only from the other ones Drogo absorbed after killing their Khals and BloodRiders, but also births. Lots of new children meant many mouths to feed, and that meant more raiding.

This nomadic way of life continued for the next year until one day while observing the Ko sparring we got caught by none other than Drogo himself. It was at that moment I knew we f*cked up.

He interrogated us and after confirming that we have been spying on them for a while he dragged us to show him and the Ko what we have learned from looking.

To say that my father was pissed to see that I have survived this long on my own was an understatement.

After a good hour of sparring Drogo made us stop and told us that if we are ever caught spying on them again that we'll be whipped and forced to walk instead of riding horses, then he let us go.

I would consider that a slap on the wrist, perhaps he thought we would make good warriors, I obviously held back and did not show my real skill with the Arakh. If I did I would probably be dead meat by now since Drogo will consider me a future threat.

We were still heading east and soon will hit Lhazar. I already knew most of the languages the slaves talked (Thank you SSserum) and I also knew Lhazaren. After Lhazar I heard that we were headed north west towards Vaes Dothrak.

The raids in Lhazar were like what you would imagine happens when a bunch of farmers get swarmed by bloodthirsty barbarians, a one sided slaughter.

During this time and up until we reached Vaes Dothrak I focused on learning skills from the many different slaves the Khalasar had, from traditional medicine from Malahe, to more academic ones with Kycilean, the man finally told me that he was an exile from the citadel, why? he did not want to say, but it probably had to do with debauchery, the man liked his women and the fact that he was a healer paid off well in the Khalasar, here everything is barter, even one's body especially if you are female, try telling the perverted Maester that you will not sleep with him when your relatives are sick and need medical attention.

I did pay him back for the stiches, at first I wanted to pay him in coin but after seeing him shagging half of the day I made a deal with him that I would be helping him around his job. He taught me how to speak the Common tongue and how to read and write in it, since then I have been milking him for knowledge while helping him keep inventory and assisting him in surgeries and with stitching people up, my theories about germs and how they affect infections fascinated him and he said that had I been born in Westeros I would have made a fine Maester, he taught me astronomy and how to use the stars to orient yourself and not get lost during the night while I kept him interested in keeping me around by throwing him small bones of science from back on earth.

Learning High and Low Valyrian was easy, many of the slaves spoke it and I did not even need to focus on learning it because of how widely used it was, again all thanks to the Serum had to focus on learning to write and read it though, but with the help of Kycilean it was easily accomplished in a few months.

We Arrived at Vaes Dothrak and were supposed to stay there for two fortnights, something to do about a dispute between the Khals. Not that it concerned me in the first place. i was almost 6 years old but already looked like 8 or 9 (I still curse to this day for making myself 7 feet tall not knowing it would be when I would turn 15 or 16, god was very vague about the timeline and when canon starts)

Bartering in the Market of Vaes Dothrak was easy, you just had to know what you were doing and when you were being scammed, thanks to my improved senses it was a piece of cake.

I managed to score a good deal for an upgrade on my Bow, now instead of having a tarp I had a small two person tent that i could even stand in (that luxury will not last long if I take in to account how fast I'm growing)

Managed to buy medicinal herbs for a decent price and also acquired luxury items like spices and the most important one Soap!!!! (followed that merchant to his caravan, and that night liberated some of the more expensive bars that I could not barter for).

There was a slave "auction" which was more like an open market outside the city walls where slaves were being sold. While strolling I saw them rout out the slaves that have not sold for a long time, they would do this every week or so, with so much influx they can not keep the ones that don't sell, usually they were either old or had some kind of injury making them more of an expense than an investment.

this week there was one that caught my eye, an older man clearly from YiTi, his clothes were rags but under all the grime you could tell they were expensive.

he was trying to reason with the Dothraki in Valyrian, only that Dothraki don't speak Valyrian in the first place. but something struck me from the old man, It was how he moved.

he might be old, but my senses told me that he knew either some kind of martial arts or some other form of combat. I bartered him for a dagger, and taking into account I have close to a hundred of them in my ring the cost was nothing, the Slaver accepted, he was going to kill the old fart anyway.

Cant have my recent purchase die from the cold before he can teach me so I traded a small silver ring for a basic bedroll, a blanket and other necessities like a new cheap robe, he was going to be using my tarp since I have upgraded to a small tent

But i had to confirm my suspicions before doing anything else so while he was following me to our camping spot I attacked him out of nowhere

You can pretend to be frail, old and a fool but reflexes and muscle memory will betray you when you see a fist coming your way out of nowhere.

And that is not even taking in to account that I was going all out, not holding back my SSserum speed and strength. he just dodged the punch aimed at his face by moving his head to the side effortlessly.

Old frail eyes turned sharp and demeanor changed completely, now without bullshit we talked.

Turns out he is here (this side of the world) of his own choice and was planning to escape during the executions, we made a deal, his only obligations will be teaching, ether be it martial arts or YiTish language and that he could stay until he got back on his feet (not like I was going to go on a manhunt after an old man if he tried to escape)

And to my surprise Ki or Qui, Chi (or whatever the hell it is that he was using when he obliterated the wall of a house with a punch) is a thing in this world. So he can teach me and Rahako on how to become arrogant young masters.

Rahako has become a brother to me in the past two years of knowing him. I know he has my back the same as I have his.

~time skip no jutsu 2 years~

After two years of training with Shan Li he officially named me his successor by giving me his clan name and a medallion with some YiTi symbol. turns out he is the last master of some mountain martial artist clan and he has nothing else to teach me.

The next day he was gone.

I still don't want to think about where he must have hidden that medallion so the slavers did not find it when they searched him after capturing him But whatever, now I'm officially Ogatto Reyne Shan or if I ever go to YiTi: Shan Reyne Ogatto. focking hell, Dothraki first name, Andal family name and YiTish clan name. I keep collecting problems like they are pokemons.

Rahako and I have become inseparable in this time, not only because we treat each other like if we were family but also because some of my "weirdness" is rubbing off on him.

He is wicked smart and after I pointed out things to him he realized that there is far more to the world than the Dothraki Sea and being a horse lord.

He then told me that he wanted to travel, to see the world, to which I pointed out how the world looks at our people like savages, and that we actually are.

It fully hit him when we went back to Vaes dothrak once more and I showed him the different architecture made by different slaves from different parts of the world.

It fascinated him to such extent he started learning the Common tongue and High valyrian from me, he also learned martial arts and YiTish from Old Fart Shan (could not call him Master Shan him being a "slave" and all that) so yea, both of us know how to use what I personally call Ki to an extent, Old Fart Shan told us that now is just practice to increase our reserves. but as an 8 year old i can already hit like if a mule kicked you in the chest.

~time skip no jutsu 2 years~

Rahako has been deemed old enough to ride into battle, seems like we will be facing another Khalasar, not that it matters but he is 12 almost 13 and im 10 at the moment, but we look the same, around 14/15 so I got roped into this too,

well we have had all the preparation we could have, and he has the powers of the hidden heavenly sect and anime by his side so I'm not that worried about him.

"You ready?" I ask him as we are riding at the same pace as the rest of the warriors, preparing for the main clash when the two forces meet

"Are you? you are the younger of the two of us" he says with a cocky grin.

Enemy riders are spotted in the distance and the atmosphere changes

"Remember the plan!" and we both focus on the enemy ahead. I test the grip on my weapons, on my right hand a full adult size Arakh, the shorter Arakh I wield on my left hand.

Our plan is to stay on the flank and not get anywhere near the center where the main meat grinder will be, where Drogo will likely duel the enemy Khal.

The charge picks up speed and we are riding full tilt into the enemy, thank god we are not at the front but a few rows behind the front line.

The horses crash, i see an enemy Dothraki Swinging at me with a wide horizontal backhanded slash, I parry it by diverting the blade up with my own, it passes over me as I tilt back while with my other hand I disembowel him with my other shorter Arakh.

With no time to rest I turn to the next enemy who is about to swing at a comrade from the side while he is busy fighting someone else. I kick with my feet and my horse runs forward, I arrive just in time to do an upward slash chopping his sword hand at the wrist clean off, the Enemy Rider lets out a short yelp of pain before I free his head from his shoulders with my second Arakh.

Using my legs to maneuver the horse around I search for a new opponent only to find myself in front of a big and fat dothraki with a braided beard, he is smiling while riding towards me, I can see his rotting teeth from here and can probably smell him

I kick my horse in to run and face him, we Clash, he is going for a downward overhead slash trying to cut me in half from shoulder to hip, I counter it with a horizontal slash, our blades meet and the strength behind his swing almost threw me of my horse.

Things got serious, after turning around we charge at each other again but this time I use all of my strength without holding back, he tries to do the exact same hit again but this time it does not work surprising the fatty, his Arakh is pushed back and mine ends up half way in to his shoulder before i rip it off. without his sword arm the fatty is panicking before he is beheaded from behind by a grinning Rahako.

"That one counts as mine!" I scream as I return to search for a new enemy, but before that happens news travel that Drogo has won his duel and that the enemy Khalesar is no more so they all retreat, probably to be cannibalized by other Khalasars if they are not swallowed by Drogo's first

For those wondering how do Dothraki know who is friend from foe in the meat grinder? War paint, Drogo's Khalasar uses a deep dark blue, This guys used pale white, its an unspoken rule that each Khal has to have an unique color.

--- that night ---

"You know that after that battle today we are officially considered true Dothraki Warriors?" Rahako said as he sat next to me with two wooden mugs of Ale offering me one.

"What an accomplishment, can't wait for it to be written in my grave" I say while rolling my eyes, I grab the mug and take a swing, it tastes like horse piss.

"Ohh come on, don't be a buzzkill, I don't know, go celebrate," says Rahako, after all this years he started using some of my more modern words and expressions from Earth, looking at him and seeing that he is already clearly tipsy I decided to talk to him, if right now was not the time I don't know when.

"come, I want to talk to you about something" I say as i wave him to follow

"I meant with one of the girls, man, I know I'm pretty handsome but I'm sorry, I'm not into that" his shit eating grin makes me want to punch him in the face right now.

"I'm being serious, there is something I need to talk to you about" I say without a hint of amusement.

We walk away from the celebration, at least far away enough so we are not overheard. I use my senses to feel if there is anyone in the tent nearby but it's empty.

"Hold this" Rahako gives me his mug while he goes to take a piss, after he comes back and takes his Ale from me he just looks at me and shrugs his shoulders "so what is it?"

"You remember when we were kids? back in the day, you remember what would happen when we became actual warriors?" He looks at me as if he has no clue what I was talking about. " Blood oath, Order 66" I tell him slowly, those words make him sober up a bit.

"like right now?" he looks at me like if I'm crazy

"no not right now you dumbass, I mean at some point it will happen, are you with me or not?" i ask him again

"You know I am. So why even ask?" He is looking at me funny while it's hard for him to stay straight without wobbling like a drunk.

"ok because when the things are ripe, I'm going Order 66, it might be tomorrow or in a couple of years, but it must be done in less than 5" I finish saying

"why so specific?" he asks me, fuck i forgot that even drunk he is smarter than most people in this Khalasar.

"I have my reasons, if you join me I will tell you. but so far, have you ever seen me do anything without a reason?" he shakes his head "do you trust me?" he gives a quick nod

"With my life" is the answer I get.

"Then trust me, we want to be Order 66 before the 5 year mark" he just shrugs and mumbles something about being weird again.

Festivities continued and Rahako ended up walking away while kissing some girl. I just shook my head at their shenanigans, drunk teens, it never ends well. The fact that a few girls still wanted to drag me away somewhere even after I told them I was 10 name days and I just look older was disturbing.