Fire, an endless sea of fire raged around him, whispering to him in a thousand different voices. Viserys had had this dream before. Ever since his father died to the kingslayer on behalf of the usurper. With each damned dream, he was losing more of himself. His pride as the last dragon was dimming with each dream, he was becoming no more Viserys but another person. Viserys, how he started all these years ago was desperate to cling to power, delusional in thinking his hosts actually cared for him. How could he not? He was raised as a prince, of course these wealthy men wanted to ingrain themselves with him, right? But as the years ticked by, his mind was molded by the flames. He began to see his hosts for who they were, tricksters who played only for their own gain. They didn't care for his rightful claim. They just wanted to have boons with him when he regained his throne. None of them actually cared. All they saw was an opportunity, one which might never happen but they were rich, what was a year or two of housing him and his sister to them? Pocket change. They didn't actually think he was going to do it but if he did? Well, good for them. It was an investment, one which they believed unlikely to bear fruit.
In these flames, he was given insights, glimpses of the future, the past and the present. He saw the main players in the game which was destined to happen. A bastard boy up at the wall, fighting against the true enemy, the golden lions deceiving the usurper, placing their offspring in stag skins, a cunning Sparrow, vying for more and more power, the krakens trying to rise up again after being crushed by the stags and of course, he himself, the dragon overlord, trying to reclaim what was taken from him.
The flames told him so much. Dragon dreams, their hosts had called them, though he could tell they didn't believe him. Just delusions, they thought but Viserys knew better. The flames had given him so much insight and they promised him something more, a power to rival the gods themselves. He had been given information on how it worked, bits and pieces about the system. A strange notion, numbers to signify his attributes, levels to rise to become more powerful. It sounded like insanity and perhaps it was but it was his only hope. Today was his 18th name day, the day that the system would awaken.
The flames coiled around his soul and the voices whispered, for once in unison AWAKE DRAGON OVERLORD.
With a start, he shot up from his bed. The silken sheets smelled of the sweet perfumes that these nobles of Lys were so enamoured by. He didn't quite get why people would want to smell of apples or grapes, when they could smell the fire's smoke. He loved the aroma of smoke, it tickled something primal within him. His dragon's blood boiling to the front perhaps. He stared at the well decorated room. The manse of the Lyseni noble that housed them(Aemis) was lavish and deeply steeped in the scent of oils, perfume, fruit and sea water. Lys was an island paradise. Fruit trees on every street, vineyards across the hills, people of the blood of Old Valyria. Once he had his kingdoms back, he would make Lys part of it. The Lyseni nobles could either bow their heads or face dragon fire. The system was there, now all he needed to do was activate it and he knew exactly how to do it, thanks to the fire's wisdom. He stood from the bed and walked over to the sword he had been carrying, despite not knowing how to wield one. He could've learned but why would he when the system would give him the knowledge anyways. He unsheathed the castle forged steel sword and swung it once, that was enough.
Basic class: Warrior unlocked. Do you wish to take a level in this class?
This was it. A wicked grin spread over his lips as he hissed, "yes~"
Power rushed through his veins, like flames, everpresent, consuming his body from the inside out. He was broken down to be rebuilt again, stronger, not a lot, it was only a basic class after all but still, he was more powerful than he had been a moment ago. Knowledge of how to fight rushed both in his mind and in his muscles. It was only a tiny improvement, probably a few months worth of training. He wouldn't win against any knights any time soon but he could fight a young lowborn soldier. He wouldn't stay this weak forever, however. Like a fire, raging through a dense, dry forest, his power too would grow, if only it was given enough fuel. And his fuel? Fighting experience. He had known this would happen for years. He just had to wait and now? Now he just needed to go to Lord Aemis and request to be trained.
In this safe environment, his growth might not be as fast as on the real battlefield but who needed speed? He had waited 13 years, he could wait another few if he really needed it. Better get strong in secret. By the time the news of his strength reached the usurper, Viserys would be too powerful to assassinate easily. He draped on his fine, woolen clothing. He could've taken the silk robes that Lord Aemis had gifted him but they wouldn't be very well suited to training, so the woolen shirt and pants would have to do.
Before leaving the room, Viserys decided to check his status.
"Status"
Viserys Targaryen
Age: 18
Hp: 40
Mp: 10
Level: 1/100(0%)
Classes:
Warrior(1/15)
Stats:
Strength: 4
Dexterity: 3
Constitution: 4
Intelligence: 1
Will: 1
Skills:
Blessing of the dragons(Passive): Born of dragons blood, you have an innate resistance to fire damage and gain 15% more xp
Heavy slash(active): Swing your weapon with a heavy force, enhancing the destructive power. 10 second cooldown
Spells:
Yes, it may not look like much right now but in due time, his status would grow to legendary proportions!