"Let's go," Jon said.
Aegon panted, his sword raised.
He had decided to take intensive training, and Jon thought a few fights with him would give him experience, and the boy wanted his revenge.
He still hadn't forgotten how Jon defeated him in the blink of an eye when he followed him through the streets of Volantis.
How wrong he was.
Aegon fell again.
Rhaenys's laughter could be heard.
Sansa and her were having tea, she had gotten to level 16 with 3 skill points a few days ago, Ghost was perfectly comfortable being pampered by them, and Aegon couldn't stand the humiliation of being a punching bag for Jon Snow any longer, especially in front of Sansa. Her guardian Jon Connington watched the fight trying to see Jon and Aegon's weaknesses.
"Don't look where you're going to attack, little dragon" said Jon.
Aegon cursed.
And then he paled when he heard his sister's laughter, no doubt the nickname would stick with him for life.
Aegon let out a battle cry, attacking with more force.
Jon sighed.
And he stepped aside.
Aegon fell past him.
"Your emotions blind you, in a fight you must be cold and aware of everything" Jon clarified, kicking him.
Aegon fell to the ground exhausted.
"This is unfair, there's no point if you're using magic" he muttered.
"I haven't used magic... But do you want me to?" Jon said and concentrated his mana, invoking his aura of the elements.
Jon's sword turned into a flaming sword in a moment.
"NO!" he screamed in horror.
"Do not fear, I have heard that Targaryens are immune to fire" Jon reassured him.
Aegon shook his head.
"It's a lie, I've burned," He said, moving away from Jon.
"I want a flaming sword" He heard Rhaenys tell him.
"Hey, can you gift them?" Aegon asked anxiously.
Jon shrugged.
"I don't know," he said and attacked.
Sansa looked on with concern.
"Don't hurt yourselves!" she exclaimed.
"Don't worry if we do it, you'll heal us" Jon said calmly.
Sansa frowned but nodded.
Her phoenix fluttered around, reached her shoulder, she caressed it while it stole a few cookies from the table.
"AHHH" Aegon screamed as he felt the heat of Jon's sword.
He suddenly arrived at the white room.
He went to the computer.
{Name: Jon Snow
Title: King of Valyria/ King of Volantis
Skill Points: 6
Level: 34 (0/39000)
Health: 3400/3400
Mana: 3150/3150
Attributes: Low
Skills:
Swordsmanship Level: 4
Summoning Magic Level: 5
Do you want to spend five skill points and upgrade your Swordsmanship skill to level: 5?
Yes/No}
Jon pressed yes.
{Swordsmanship Level: 5
Cost: 70 mana
Flash: The swords glow with a bright light that blinds opponents. It lasts for five minutes.}
Jon looked curious, it was useful, but not that useful, well he wouldn't complain, he left the room.
"I will not give up," said Aegon.
"That's the spirit...Flash" said Jon.
His sword lit up.
"Shit"
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Arya panted as she attacked the soldier again, she was training with her needle, giving strong and fast stabs, but the soldier evaded them all with his sword.
She had been training with the military every day, and she was happy about that, this was the kind of life she wanted.
No knitting or talking about boys like Sansa did.
Arya felt a strong blow that threw her back and she rolled over on the ground before getting up.
The soldier appeared in control.
He wasn't one of the Volantis soldiers who swore fealty to Jon, if he was they wouldn't be serious and if they hurt her they would apologize.
No this was a summon.
Jon's summons are professional.
If you ask them to fight seriously.
They fight seriously.
Without hesitation.
Without fear of angering Jon.
There is no other way to call them than professionals.
They do the work.
Without complaining.
No excuses.
Or they die trying.
Arya had asked them where they came from.
And they informed her that the summons are soldiers from the past who died in battle and turned into summons to continue fighting.
[T/N: That seems like a plot point, maybe Jon will summon a past Stark or his skill will evolve into necromancy.]
Arya was curious about this.
The girl attacked again and the summon counterattacked without problems.
Arya had improved a lot, but she was more useful as an assassin than as a swordsman. That was why she trained hard.
She would be better.
She would go to the West.
She would help her family eliminate their enemies.
Those were her thoughts.
"I will never give up" she whispered and attacked.
The soldier stopped her again, but this time, the girl refused to stop, when he stopped his sword, the girl threw herself to the ground, she swept with her leg, the soldier's legs fell at the same time, Arya jumped on him and pressed her sword into his neck.
The soldier raised his hands in surrender, and Arya found herself in the white room.
{Name: Arya Stark
Title: murderess
Skill Points: 6
Level: 19 (0/5600)
Health: 1000/1000
Mana: 2850/2850
Attributes: Low
Skills: 2
Concealment Magic level: 3
Cursed magic level: 3
Do you want to spend four skill points and upgrade the Concealment Magic skill to level: 4?
Yes/No}
She pressed yes.
{Concealment Magic Level: 4
Politongue: Understand any language. [Passive Skill]}
The girl frowned.
"What the hell... After teleporting and reading minds, you give me this" she said annoyed. And left the room.
[T/N: ...Dumbass.]
She got up from on top of the soldier.
"It's about time" She heard the annoyed soldier say.
"Why are you complaining now?" she asked.
The soldier looked at her confused.
"Since when do you speak Sarnorin?" he asked.
Arya blinked at that.
[T/N: HAHAAHAH! SUCK IT Arya!]
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Jon was sleeping when a pair of hands moved him, he opened his eyes and saw his father.
Ned looked at him solemnly.
"Father" he whispered.
He looked around and saw that he was in the white room.
Jon raises an eyebrow.
"What happened? " he asked.
"I'm sorry Jon...Bran and Rickon are dead" he said.
"What?" He whispered.
"Theon betrayed us" Ned informed.
"I'll go immediately," Jon said.
"No," Ned ordered.
"They need me there," the annoyed man demanded.
"You are exactly where we need you. What I said when I left is true. We need a place like Valyria… Right now, the Lannisters are moving, we have a big advantage now, but not the war won. Tywin is a psychopath, but a well-trained psychopath, he will not make mistakes, we need a backup plan… In case everything fails, Valyria is that plan" he informed.
"I see... But what do you expect me to do? Stand around improving a city while you and Robb die? " Jon told him.
Ned sighed.
"I understand your frustration, believe me, but right now you are where you need to be," he said.
"I won't be able to stop Sansa and Arya from coming back, Father," he informed him.
He would obey even if he didn't like it.
But Sansa and especially Arya would go to Westeros immediately without being able to avoid it.
"We'll see what to do in due time. Now tell me what happened, your eyes tell me that something has happened?" he asked.
Jon explained the situation.
Ned frowned and sighed.
"I see, it's dangerous, you're too open. Volantis must have several Lannister spies... Also, Aegon and Rhaenys Targaryen are alive... Ashara's alive," he whispered.
Jon raised an eyebrow at how he named the last one.
Ned shook his head.
"Ashara Dayne was Princess Elia Martell's best friend and confidant, it makes a certain amount of sense that she was entrusted with the protection of her children," Ned muttered.
"Did you know Princess Elia?" Jon asked curiously.
"Eh... No, Ashara was an old friend," he said.
Jon frowned. She didn't seem like just a friend. But he preferred to leave his father's secrets with his father.
Ned shook his head.
"I don't know what to believe, not without proof, only my trusted people...Don't trust anyone, Jon, and be careful, Volantis is not a hidden city like Valyria, the Iron Bank, and the slave cities, they will fight for it," he said.
"I know, don't be afraid... Despite my Northern appearance, Jon Snow can be the son of anyone in the North. Sansa and Arya have orders not to be called Stark," he said.
Ned nodded.
"Very well, it is time to say goodbye. I have a war to win, and Jon, I mean it… Be careful, Volantis is important for the slavers… On the other hand, if you control both cities, it is possible to give asylum to all the northern families, although they would not enter completely, just women and children," he said.
"I'll start the renovations just in case," Jon promised.
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Bran swung his sword again as he took out another wildling.
The boy couldn't do anything else, his mana was at a minimum from flying so much, but since he knew which savages would attack them, he was focused on getting away from the white walkers, who didn't notice the other threat.
He was riding on a bear.
"A skinchanger," Bran gasped as the bear pushed him over.
Bran gasped as he tried to get up, but the wildling climbed off the bear and onto him.
"You are mine, witch," said the savage.
Then he screamed and fell to the ground dead.
His comrades saw him and looked at the little boy with a knife.
Bran saw that Meera and Ossa had made up their minds and attacked, Jojen was also there with his bow watching closely, Summer and Shaggydog were attacking two more.
Rickon lunged at the last one and stabbed him in the waist. He fell dead.
Bran knew it was a vital point of the man, Rickon used the Light Weapons skill to see them.
Rickon appeared in the white room and went to the computer.
{Congratulations, you have gone up two levels.}
The boy blinked, the skinchanger gave him a lot of points.
{Name: Rickon Stark
Title: None
Skill Points: 2
Level: 3 (0/90)
Health: 300/300
Mana: 150/150
Attributes: Low
Skills:
Light Weapons Level: 1
Do you want to spend two skill points and gain the Light Weapons skill at level 2?
Yes/No}
He pressed yes.
{Light Weapons Level: 2
Aim: You always get weapons thrown right.[Passive]}
" This is useful," he said as he left the room.
The others came closer and saw the last Savage flee.
Rickon picked up a rock and threw it at him.
Bran watched in wonder as it traveled straight to the middle of his head and knocked him to the ground, about thirty feet away.
"New ability?" he asked.
The boy nodded.
"I'm always right," he said.
Bran smiled.
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Danny looked at her husband lying on the bonfire, the murderous witch was tied up while the Dothraki added straw, and she placed her three dragon eggs in different parts of her husband's body.
"Are you sure?" She heard Jorah Mormont.
The queen nodded.
"Yes, Sir Jorah, obey my orders," she ordered.
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