NOVEL NEXT Chapter 8: System & Dragonstone
"I find it funny that you stand before me asking for something. While you didn't support my claim or march your army against my enemies, the only reason you still draw breath is that I owe your house. The time for you to offer your support has passed, and now I can replace you if needed. Why should I help you?"
Aegon Targaryen to *******************
(Ding!! to answer the host's question. The system can increase the size of your dragon by adding points to it: 150 points is directly equal to one meter in the growth of your dragon, also to hatch the eggs two hundred points will be needed for each egg.)
'That is surprisingly cheaper than I thought it would be, is there a reason for that?' Aegon asked surprised.
(Ding! The system is aimed at helping the host, to increase the size of one of your dragons by one meter you would need to kill at least eighteen adult humans, the system felt that this was an appropriate price, and the second option was 1000 points for one meter. The system felt the exchange wasn't equal with this option.)
'Mhm, you've said that before, that your purpose is to help me, and from the way you speak it seems you can change the points needed to do certain things.'
(Ding!! it is true that the system can change the point needed to do certain things, but it must be as close to equal exchange as possible.)
'Good to know, but since that's the case when it comes to my bloodline is there a way to keep the Stark bloodline along with my Targaryen bloodline?'
(Ding!! there is, but doing so will double the points needed for your primary awakening and all further awakenings, the system didn't mention it because the double increase in points needed would put more pressure on the host while having the Targaryen bloodline alone would be enough to achieve the host goals, so the system concluded the Stark bloodline wasn't needed.)
'Mhm, that's fine. I would normally agree with you but maybe the stark bloodline could come in use while bringing the Starks and their bannermen to my side in the future. But four hundred points plus six hundred for the eggs to hatch that's a lot of points needed and I still don't really know if the Stark bloodline is really worth it.'
Aegon looked at the waves and smiled.
'I still have time to decide anyway.'
Aegon watched the sea until night came and retired to his private room.
The journey was slow but steady, the ship rocking with the waves as they made their way toward their destination. Aegon spent the days alone not interacting with anyone onboard.
The ship itself was a modest merchant vessel, its weathered sails patched in several places. The creak of the wooden boards beneath his feet became a constant background noise, mingling with the crash of the waves and the occasional cry of seabirds. Aegon welcomed the monotony it gave him time to think, to plan, he went over his plans over and over again, making the necessary changes that were needed until he came upon what he thought was the best plan of action.
One morning, as the fog began to lift from the water, the outline of Dragonstone finally appeared in the distance. Aegon stood at the bow, his hands gripping the wooden railing tightly. The island was unlike anything he had seen before a jagged, volcanic mass rising defiantly from the sea, its dark stone cliffs battered by waves that exploded into white foam.
Aegon felt something deep within him stir a connection, ancient and primal. It was as if the island itself was calling to him, its voice echoing through his blood. His heartbeat quickened a low thrum that matched the rhythm of the waves. He clenched his fists, his Targaryen blood surging with a warmth that felt both foreign and familiar.
"Dragonstone…" he whispered, the word heavy on his tongue. It was no mere island. It felt like it was a part of him.
The closer they sailed, the stronger the pull became, as if some unseen force was urging him forward. Aegon closed his eyes for a moment, letting the sensation wash over him. His rise to the throne was tied to this place he could feel it.
The ship finally reached the rocky shores, where a small, crumbling dock extended into the churning waters. Aegon disembarked without a word, his boots crunching against the slick, uneven planks. The crew stayed aboard, their nervous whispers following him as he stepped onto the ancient ground.
The air was heavy with the scent of salt and sulfur, the latter rising from the island's volcanic heart. The land itself seemed alive, the black stone warm beneath his feet despite the chill in the air.
Aegon paused for a moment, taking in the full sight of the keep ahead. The pull in his blood was stronger now, almost unbearable. He couldn't help but smile, a cold, calculating smile that spoke of ambition and resolve.
He was here.
And soon, the dragons would be his.
He could feel it in every fiber of his being.
But his smile quickly faded as reality settled back in. This wasn't an empty island, abandoned to time and history. Stannis Baratheon, Lord of Dragonstone, was here. Aegon had known what kind of man Stannis was. He wasn't a fool like his brother if anyone would be suspicious of his presence if known it would be Stannis.
"I'll have to move carefully," Aegon muttered to himself, his voice barely audible over the sound of the waves crashing against the shore.
He turned his gaze back toward the looming castle, the dragon-shaped towers seeming to mock him from their perch high above. He felt the pull in his blood again, stronger this time, urging him forward.
Aegon looked at the blue screen in front of him seeing the three golden dots on it and headed to the closest one first moving quickly while making sure to keep an eye on his surroundings.