"The first ti I saw the Immaterium, I knew. It would be the source of humanity's prosperity, but also its possible ruin if not handled with care." Aenar I Targaryen, God-Emperor of Planetos.
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Aenar looked at the vial in his hand and didn't hesitate, there was no indecision or fear, only a slight feeling of dread, fear of a future that he could never escape the clutches of fate.
When the turquoise liquid went down his throat, a deep bitter taste attacked his palate. At first, Aenar didn't feel anything wrong, but just a few seconds later, his heart started beating faster, to the point where he thought his heart would explode.
Suddenly, it was as if a hamr hit Aenar's head. His vision blurred, the world seed to spin and double in front of him. Aenar threw his head back as his spine arched upwards. The veins in his body bulged as a simply agonizing pain shot through him along with the blood flow coursing through his body.
Daenerys watched in shock as Aenar seed to enter a trance-like state between lucid and unconscious periods.
She didn't know and would never know what Aenar was going through at that mont. His Prescience ability was being amplified to a whole new level. If before his powers were a small puddle of water a few ters across, at this mont, that small puddle of water was increasing at a great speed.
Aenar could now see things that had previously been hidden, dinsions overlapping the material world and dinsions far from the Material World. One in particular looked like an extrely bright star against a dark background, shining much brighter than the others, making it impossible not to be noticed.
It was a dinsion of pure energy, an energy that made up everything, the source of all magic and sorcery, although no one on Planetos knew this fact. Which was curious, because they manipulated this energy, but never ca into direct contact with it.
That in itself had saved countless lives from madness and insanity.
Aenar felt his mind connecting to this sa dinsion, his mind overloaded with infinite amounts of chaotic energy full of unpredictability.
Under Daenerys' shocked eyes, blue and white rays emanated from Aenar's body. The air crackled as electric arcs filled a ter around him.
To Daenerys' relief, the lightning didn't take long to disappear. However, it wasn't that the lightning disappeared, but that Aenar controlled the power input and cut the connection, which could be re-established at any ti.
But he didn't, he didn't know anything about that dinsion and he definitely wasn't going to risk his life for a montary temptation, although having access to an infinite amount of that chaotic energy was really quite tempting.
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"Are you sure you're going to do this?" Visenya asked, still incredulous at what she had just heard. She looked at her sister as if she were looking at soone with a ntal illness.
"I'm not going to die." Daenerys rolled her eyes angrily. "Don't give that look, I'm completely sane."
"Who in their right mind wants to throw themselves on a funeral pyre with dragon eggs and criminals condemned to death?" Visenya muttered with an expression still skeptical of Daenerys' idea.
"What do you say, Aenar?" Rhaella glanced at the two arguing daughters and looked across the table, where Aenar was eating with a calm expression.
Daenerys stopped arguing with Visenya and looked at Aenar with a worried look, only she knew what had happened last night in her nephew's room.
She had seen with her own eyes Aenar die and revive as his body contorted in sheer agony from a pain that was simply impossible to describe. Since waking up, her sweet nephew seed to have changed subtly, even his warm smiles seed to have disappeared for a while before returning to normal.
In the process, Daenerys forgot how many tis she had wiped his sweaty body with a cloth, for hours and hours while listening to his screams and his seemingly mad, insane mutterings.
She cried a few tis thinking of the agony Aenar was going through, but wiped the tears away, because she had no right to cry when Aenar was enduring all that pain to protect his family.
Compared to dying and reviving, she thought that entering a funeral pyre was no big deal. Her nephew took that turquoise poison without hesitation, how could she be afraid of feeling re flas. She was a dragon and dragons weren't afraid of fire!
Her indecision disappeared after seeing Aenar's determination and only grew stronger, she would help Aenar carry his burden no matter what.
Aenar, whose mind was clearer than ever, lifted his gaze and looked at his grandmother with a warm and gentle look.
In front of him, a tunnel made of swirling mist unfolded before him, this tunnel branching off in different directions and heights. Billions of images of the future appeared in these tunnels.
Different realities, different worlds, whole dinsions.
Past, present and future.
Blinking once, this tunnel and its ramifications on smaller scales disappeared and Aenar responded with an absolutely confident tone. "Just trust Daenerys, Grandmother. You'll be surprised."
Rhaella let out a sigh, she stroked her own forehead. Sotis she wondered why her family was so strange and sotis crazy.
Daenerys looked at Visenya with a victorious expression, as if to say that Aenar trusted her more than her own sister.
Visenya rolled her eyes and focused on Aenar, rembering Daenerys' words about what happened in the Throne Room.
"Is it true that a god possessed a human head and spoke to you, nephew?" Her voice showed no fear, perhaps because she had neither witnessed nor felt the presence of the God of Many Faces.
Aenar cut up the sausage on his plate and brought it to his mouth with the help of a fork. He looked at Visenya and replied in a casual tone. "Just a clown trying to make a na for himself."
The God of Many Faces was just that in his eyes, a god who was nothing more than a slave to the Valyrian Dragon Gods.
After taking the Water of Life, Aenar wasn't too worried about any gods, his power had simply grown to a whole new level. If any god dared to descend into the material world using the body of a mortal as a receptacle, Planetos would be his tomb.
The night before, he had seen the creation of Blood Magic and until its most recent developnt, all of Valiria's most powerful magical heritage was stored in his brain, just waiting for the right mont for him to learn it all.
At the sa ti, his mind could do many things besides store mories. His mind had connected to a totally different dinsion, he didn't know how to describe that dinsion at the mont, but he felt that using its energy, he could perform real miracles.
Rhaella and Visenya were speechless at the casualness with which Aenar spoke against a literal god. Although they hadn't seen the supposed god because they were asleep, they had heard Daenerys and Kinvara's description of the incident. It was a scene worthy of giving anyone nightmares.
Daenerys only appeared proud and showed no surprise at Aenar's words. In her eyes, her nephew seed more like a god than the very gods that Essos worshipped.
"My king, Princess Arianne and Prince Oberyn with his wife and daughters are waiting outside." Leda approached Aenar and spoke in an indifferent, calm tone.
"Invite them in, we'll entertain our guests from afar." Aenar smiled and replied as she brought her glass to her lips, taking a sip of juice.
"She looks like her uncle, especially the serious look on his face." Rhaella looked at Leda's face and comnted with a nostalgic tone, rembering Arthur and Rhaegar training together every mont.
"I'd say she has more of her father than anyone in House Dayne." Aenar comnted, glancing at his cousin, who was standing in the doorway.
"Who's her father?" Rhaella asked curiously.
"Eddard Stark." Aenar replied with a smile. His uncle was indeed a fertile man, seven children and all healthy, which was surprising.
Rhaella's eyes widened when she heard who her father was, she rembered the girl Dayne and couldn't help but sigh. "She was always by Ellia's side, the two won were inseparable."
The ntion of Ellia made Rhaella's face darken slightly, a silent fury grew in her gaze, ready to tear apart those guilty of killing her son, her Good Daughter and her grandson.
"Don't worry, Grandmother. We'll have our revenge in due course, just be patient and you'll see everyone kneeling at the feet of House Targaryen once again." Noticing the look on Rhaella's face, Aenar spoke in a calm tone, but there was an anger in it similar to Rhaella's own.
"Don't worry, Grandmother. We'll have our revenge in due course, just be patient and you'll see everyone kneeling at the feet of House Targaryen once again." Noticing the look on Rhaella's face, Aenar spoke in a calm tone, but there was an anger in it similar to Rhaella's own.
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