Oh no, another story. Yes, I know.....gotta finish the Marvel story, too, But here is the thing. I just don't feel it. I don't know why; I don't know where the story would start and what the plot gonna be kinda hard for me.
Yes I know many sources and many villains to choose but I do not feel it anymore anyway enjoy
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??? POV
Darkness is all I can describe, no paradise, no gods judging you, and so on; so this is how I end, huh? At least I died trying and doing what I love: riding my dragon.
She wanted to scream and talk with her mouth, yet no word came; she only screamed through her mind and thought alone; the feelings were suffocating to her not being able to talk. After all, she was already dead, so this is how death feels.
Father and Mother, forgive me for I have failed, Me Rhaenys Targaryen has failed you both and my brother and sister Aegon and Visenya
'Heh, I hope they not gonna miss me...sorry, Aegon,' Remembering all the plans we had together for the future, marrying one another, how fun that future would be.
Meraxes also comes into my thoughts as that beautiful dragon with his white scales and that wing that can put any painting to shame, I want to apologize to her for putting into the danger that has happened in Dorn.
'Hope she forgives me in the next life.' She wants to smile, but at the same time, she can't.
At least it was peaceful.
Narrator POV
As her consciousness slowly tries to fade away a giant hand made of brass metal slowly approaches Rhaenys it grasps her very soul yanking her toward the giant hand, She begins to feel a huge amount of killing intent just the sheer pressure that it gives it can choke the living out of someone, the feeling of dread began to creep on her.
'What is this?!' Her soul began to panic frantically trying to escape yet she could not, It wiggled around the hand trying to find even the smallest gaps
'I-Is this Hell?' She panics. The closer the hand drags her, the more pressure it gives, but at the same time, she is also confused. To balance the pure killing intent, He can also feel a sense of honor and courage.
It began to pique her interest. Slowly, the fear began to transform into curiosity: what is this very being? What's its purpose? Was it there to hurt here? Or maybe something else
Then a voice came through a deep, dark voice.
"You.....this shall be good.." At the end of the sentence, he can hear the low chuckle escaping from a mouth, Where is it? She doesn't know she can't even see the head or the shoulder only the hand which has long stopped moving to bring her closer
"My word is simple yet heeds it well mortal," The voice said as the sound became more powerful and an unknown red-like mist began to emitted from the hand
"My champion is coming, The hammer is coming. Be the guide if you serve him well; others will come to help," The 'gods' said with booming laughter at the end; he spoke in riddles, which intrigued her to no end.
'Champion? The Hammer? Guide? Me?' Many questions rang through her: the so-called god wants her to help his champion? Then the god continued
"I will be watching,
SKULL FOR THE SKULL THRONE
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD"
The voice cut through as rhaenys fell after the hand opened up letting her fall into the endless void.
The Land Outside The Wall
In the snowy forest lay a woman, She was in her mid-twenties with hair falling until it reached her waist, He hair was almost if not surpassing that of the color of snow pure white, with her clothing was covered with a stark aesthetic armor of steel alongside it with some black leather with their Targaryen sigil embedded into the leather she has a giant coat of fur that protect her with furr, and its most likely a wolf fur.
Beside her stands her dragon, Meraxes; she was the first to wake up from slumber to look around, and the dragon noticed where they began to frantically check her surroundings until the dragon spotted her rider.
Rhaenys Targaryen
It slowly approaches her and lowers her head slowly. She nudges her slowly, prompting her to wake up for a couple of minutes to no avail. Meraxes begins to grow irritated by this until she does what she shouldn't have done.
"ROOOOAAAAARRRRRRRRRR"
The roar was enough to send a jolt to her body as Rhaenys frantically woke up and began to loom at her surroundings while breathing heavily, It took a couple of seconds for her to calm down and then look at her dragon.
"Me-meraxes? Oh it's good to see you girl" Rhaenys hurriedly stood up from her sitting position and said happily
The dragon nudges her nose to her chest as Rhaenys hugs the giant dragon's head for an hour. She caresses the dragon's head until she looks at her surroundings.
This wasn't dornish land or any other land they had come it was foreign but at the same time she felt she knew the way around here where is she?.
She needs an answer and then she remembers her jobs, She remembers when she was just a small consciousness and the giant hand, the champion, the hammer, She remembers it all perfectly
"Come boy, we must go to Dragonstone, or...find a way there first. At least I need to know where I am first." Her mind first came across maybe she was in The North since the North was the land of forever winter. He must go to the stark then, but in which direction?
Meraxes who was at first busy grooming herself then stopped and looked in the direction in front of them, Rhaenys who caught on her behavior too looked in that direction
"Calm, Meraxes," She said in Valyrian Language; she saw that Meraxes was alert and ready to burn whatever was in front of them.
Yet the word seemed to be ignored by her dragon, but then, A net-like trap was launched. It was aimed at the dragon's mouth, and it managed to grasp shut the dragon who was about to launch her fire breath toward the hostile.
The dragon wriggles in force, making Rhaenys fall.
"Ugh...Meraxes!!" She exclaimed as she stood and looked toward the wood. There, she could see many pairs of eyes as blazing as red; she recognized the aura itself.
It was the same aura as the god she met in the realm of the dead; one of them must have been the champion; then another pair of traps sent the dragon to the ground hard as it hit the dragon's leg, preventing it from running away.
"WAIT!!... Please spare us..." Rhaenys pleads to them as they come out of the woods one by one
She stared in awe and fear. Rhaenys saw the men clad in the full plat of brass armor. Some wore black, and some blood-red. The man would be considered a walking castle And born for war, with some adorning the skull of a human, whether on top of their helmet or on their pelt cape.
But they stop
Not even a step coming too close to Rhaenys and her struggling dragon, that seems like an eternity of starring contest comes to a stop when what looks like a higher rank armor walks forward out of their established line.
"Elf....My lord Harald Hammerstorm, Slayer Of The Dead, Slayer Of Mathrag, Champion Favour Of Khorne, You are here to be called upon to meet him, Refusal can be seen as death, Choose your word wisely Elf"
A couple of words pique her interest, like "Champion." Is it the one that "God" Told her to? Maybe or maybe not yet, she wants to take the chance and see.
As she looked behind meraxes had been wriggling trying to break free and in her mind she said 'That is one strong net' She chuckled at her bad luck but then looked back toward the guy in armor
"I no elf or whatever that is, But if you want me to go please release my dragon first!!" She yells at the chaos knight
"YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO DEMAND ANYTHUNG ELF!!!" He shouts back even louder
That elf word bothered her; was it some kind of slur? She was frustrated in this situation yet remained calm, one thing that she learned from Visenya was to remain calm in every situation.
"Alright i will come"
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Yes The MC is Harald Hammerstorm or we call him Harry Warhammer He is from fantasy go search him up the lore is great