' ' — someone thinking
" " — someone talking
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293 AC
Valyria - Valyrian peninsula - the continent of Essos
After the blinding light died down, my vision slowly started coming back; a bright yellow sun, a clear blue sky, and in the corners of my sight, tall buildings of a strange design. I groan from the strain on my eyes, slowly picking myself up. And when I look around, I saw the most amazing view of both of my lives: Old Valyria, but old no more: Towering buildings the size of the Red Keep, massive archways, alleyways big enough for carriages, and dragon statues the size of actual dragons!
"So this is what Valyria looked like before the Fourteen Flames erupted. No wonder it went down in history as a greatest civilisation this has ever seen." I stand up to dust myself off, only then noticing my own appearance: it's hard to tell because of my massive surroundings, but I seem a lot shorter than I was before. And instead of the hospital gown that I was wearing, I'm wearing a comfortable red and black leather outfit, with two scabbards for a sword and a dagger on my right and left side. "Damn. I can't be far into teenage years."
I put that to one side for a minute and start to look around, and though it might sound like I'm repeating myself, I just walk around gawking at the amazing city: the sheer scale of the architecture becomes increasingly apparent. Towering structures of smooth stone are everywhere. Massive aqueducts crisscross in various areas, their channels flowing with crystal-clear water like the city was built yesterday. The streets are paved with smooth flagstones that seem to absorb the light. Dragon-like statues loom at every corner, their garnet eyes shining in the sunlight. They appear so lifelike that one might almost expect them to spread their wings and take flight at any moment.
As I kept wondering through the empty city, I found myself at a massive entrance, and when I stepped inside, I saw a massive - truly massive - arena. "This place is on the same level as my old world's biggest football stadiums. If not bigger. And it can hold a crowd of thousands and thousands." As I look down the space of the arena, I can see some things scattered on the ground. I walk over to investigate, and I see the items that I asked for: A Valyrian steel sword, a Vibranium shield, the Flaming Sword and the Elder Wand.
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I quickly pick up the Valyrian steel sword first: it is an imposing and powerful looking longsword. The crossguard is inlaid with gold and shaped like a pair of dragon heads, with the eyes being rubies. The handle is wrapped in brown leather and the pommel is in the shape of a small dragon head. In the centre of the hilt, just below the blade is a shining red gem. The blade is shiny silver with the distinctive ripple patterns of Valyrian steel.
I happily and excitedly place the sword into the scabbard on my waist. I then look at my new shield: a black circle of Vibranium with a dragon-themed crest on it. I stamp on its edge and is suddenly springs up from the ground and onto my arm! "Whoa!" I immediately throw it from my arm and flies into the wall, ricocheting off of it and back onto my arm, as if defying physics. "Captain America who?" I say in a way that borders on arrogance.
I secure the shield on my forearm and eagerly pick up the pieces of the Flaming Sword, the Blade of Death, a thin silver dagger, on which is the Medallion of Life, a golden medallion with blue gems that gives the user the power to heal even life-threatening injuries, and finally the Key to the Flaming Sword, a small ornate necklace that grants its owner super strength. I place the blade in the small holster on my side and the necklace around my neck.
Finally, I pick up the long, well-sculpted wooden stick made from elder wood, a rather unassuming object for the most powerful wand in Harry Potter. I think to myself that with this wand I'll be able to use the magic from Harry Potter.
I point the wand at the far side of the arena and close my eyes…
"Avada Kedavra!" Shooting out from the tip of the Elder Wand was a flash of blinding green light and a rushing sound, as though a vast, invisible something was soaring through the air. This green light crashed into far side of the arena, and though it didn't damage the stone wall, I could feel the power of the spell, the power of the instant death curse.
Now that I'm fully decked out in all my chosen gear, I decided it's time to use my new summoning ability. "Let me think. I can summon 100 normal soldiers and one, I guess you could say, 'named character.'" "Army Summon!" As soon as I call out the name of the sub-skill, exactly one hundred shining red circles appear on the ground of the arena. On each one of these circles, skeletons begin forming from the ground up, with every bone in the feet, legs, chest, arms, and finally the skull. After one hundred skeletons stand at attention, human muscles begin forming on them. And after the muscle systems are complete, each figure then begins having skin appearing on them. And then, after one hundred human beings have been created, suits of armor begin forming around them: full plate armor made of Valyrian steel!
"Whoa," was all I could say. All one hundred of my new knights take a look at me and then kneel to me in reverence. "We pledge our swords to our master! Hail Aeganar Daegareon!"
I step forward to my new large group of knights to issue my first command. "Search the city for anything noteworthy. I don't expect any trouble. No one has lived in this city for 400 years. Get the lay of the land." The knights all nod and call out, "Yes, master!" They then immediately disperse and begin heading out into the city.
"Since they're gone, I'll try summoning a character I know," I say as I start stroking my chin. "Let's see. I want someone loyal, strong, and that will fit in with the vibe this world has… oh got it!"
I face the open area of the arena and take a deep breath. "Special Summon: Galadriel!"
Another shining red circle, more detailed than the others, appears on the ground. A large mass of red light forms in the circle, and slowly begins dying down. As it does, a humanoid figure can be seen behind the light, wearing a blue and white suit of armor and with long blonde hair. When the light dies down, I can finally see her: one of Lindon's most powerful and beautiful fighters: Galadriel from Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power. I can't help but stare at her in surprise; she looks just how I saw her on TV.
My eyes roam over her armor-clad figure, soon noticing the large sword on her back, the golden dagger she got from her brother on her waist, as well as her Ring of Power, Nenya, on her finger.
'That's weird,' I thought to myself. 'Nenya was made from that dagger. Maybe she was summoned with both because they're both some of her signature equipment? Eh, whatever.' I decided not to sweat the details because with that ring, she's even more of an asset than I thought she'd be. "Hello, Galadriel."
Galadriel herself steps forward, draws her sword from behind her, and kneels to me, planting her sword in the dirt. "Greetings, my king. I pledge my sword, my life and my body to use, to use as you see fit." I grin and hold my hand out to her, and she immediately takes it, kissing the back of my hand in reverence.
"Welcome to Valyria, Galadriel." I say as she rises to her feet. "I already had one hundred soldiers spread out and investigate the city. They should be back in a while." Galadriel nods in understanding.
'Hum… the fact that she meekly kissed my hand like it makes me wonder: does being summoned by my ability change them to become way more loyal to me?' I walk over to the stands with Galadriel walking closely behind me. After I sit down on a random seat for the arena crowds, I lift my foot towards her and say "Hey Galadriel, rub my feet."
Galadriel then removes her gauntlets and carefully takes my foot and begins undoing the fastening of my boot. She takes off my sock and immediately begins massaging my foot with a surprisingly gentle touch. "Does this feel good, sire?" Galadriel asked.
"Aww, yeah, that feels great," I say rolling my head back… when I get another idea. "Hey Galadriel. Suck my toes too." Galadriel stares at me briefly before nodding and simply saying, "Yes, sire." Slowly, reverently, she extends a slender hand to cradle my foot, bringing it towards her face.
Her tongue darts out to trace the arch of my foot, mapping every contour with kittenish licks. She lavishes attention on my toes, sucking each one into the wet heat of her mouth and swirling her tongue around them.
"Ah, damn, that feels good." I keep my head rolled back and can't help but moan. 'Probably sound kinda pathetic, but I died a virgin in my last world and now a hot, blonde elf is sucking on my toes. Nobody can judge me.'
This continued for a few minutes until the knights I summoned returned. "Master, we have returned!" They all shout out while kneeling on the arena floor.
'Uhh. You guys couldn't have given me a few more minutes?' I slowly pull my foot back from Galadriel's mouth to turn and face them. "Good. What did you find?" As I ask, Galadriel puts my shoe and sock back on my foot.
The lead knight takes a step forward before kneeling again. "As you said sire, the city is completely empty. Though there are several buildings, warehouses and such full of materials. Weapons, food and the like." I hum to myself as hearing this, thinking to myself that when I wished for Valyria to be rebuilt from before the Doom, it's like the whole city has gone back in time, so it's full of its old stuff. "We now have a good grasp of the layout of the city. Valyria is composed of four main districts:
The Civic Centre, the oldest district, serves as the city's seat of power. The Anogrion sits to the left of the main palace.
The Industrial Area is situated at the foot of the mountain. It is home to slave quarters, aqueducts, and bathhouses.
The Port serves as the residential quarter, home to the Valyrian navy as well as teeming street markets.
The Forum is the center of social and public life in Valyria. Designed to impress visitors, its buildings appear much grander than the rest of the city. At its end, parallel to the palace in the Civic Centre, sits the Bōjurlion, the massive arena we are in now."
"Hmm. The greatest city in the history of this world is good as new. The other cities on peninsula must be the same." My mind immediate begins thinking of ways to expand my empire, starting with the entire Valyria Peninsula. But for now, there is something much more important to focus on. "You said you found the main palace, correct?"
The knight nods. "Yes, master." hi grim, and immediately have my 100 knights, and my Elven personal guard, escort me to my new palace. We walk through the city, and I'm still in all of all the Dragon statues, and other architecture. But my eyes are quickly drawn to a massive, opulent palace built into the structure of a mountain, surpassing even the Hightower and standing at least 1000 feet tall.
The knights open the doors, and soon we're in the large and beautiful hallways of the palace. It has smooth tile floors and is made from gold and red stone, and there are golden carvings and sculptures of dragons. "This place is marvellous, sire." Galadriel said, seeming just as impressed as me.
But soon we arrived at the main attraction: a pair of massive, solid gold doors barred the way, quickly opened by my knights, open to reveal a throne room, my throne room:
A grand, cavernous throne room that can accommodate at least hundreds of people, exuding an aura of unparalleled opulence. The room is constructed from gleaming gold and pitch-black marble, creating a striking contrast. Large red banners are draped over the walls, interspersed with intricate stained glass windows depicting majestic dragons. In the centre of the room, a large, round staircase leads up to an imposing throne shaped like a dragon, crafted from shiny obsidian.
Everyone in room is mesmerised by the sight, a place truly fit for someone who wants to conquer the world.
Slowly, purposefully, I stride up to the throne. All one hundred and one of the people in the room find their eyes glued to me. And as I walk up the steps, the words of Cersei Lannister play in my head: "When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die."
Finally, I reach my throne. And as I sit down, I declare to the room - to the world - "Game on."