Chapter 63 (Patreon)
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After presenting my wife and kids, to my cousins and letting them get to know each other a bit with small talk and stuff, I left for Myr and Tyrosh, the next targets of my list, leaving both Lyanna and Dacey on the island, with the mission to protect my most precious things.
I knew that my son, Geralt Mormont, and my sweet little princess, Alyssa Mormont, my two greatest treasures would be safe, I still remember when Daenerys asked why I had named our son Geralt, sadly it’s a reference she will never understand.
While I originally wanted to bring Dacey with me, I eventually caved in to the new voice in my head saying she would do better than any other soldier in my army protecting the babies, she was a woman’s that could give Brienne a run for her money in battle, and would die for me, my kids or my wife.
She was initially surprised that I had changed my mind, but still happily obliged to her new task at hand.
And finally after almost two months of doing nothing but chilling for the most part, and taking in the fact I was a parent, I was back on my conquest plans.
Myr and Tyrosh, Myr was a city close to the shore and Tyrosh was an island, so I would have to be careful, while pushing them, unlike during Lys siege I didn’t have many krakens to take their navy down, after all, I had left the majority of them in Lys to ensure invaders found the place, a tad difficult to invade.
But even one Kraken can do a lot of damage, so I decided to kill two cities with one stone, with a simple, yet effective plan, first I would send two out of the three Krakens I had with me right now to Tyrosh, their mission the same they had in Lys, to destroy their navy and cage them in with no escape, the last Kraken to attack Myr’s Navy, slowly decimating them.
While, I would be leading the charge to Myr with my cavalry on the land.
With this triple assault, I would cut the amount of time it would take me to subdue both cities, ensuring maximum efficiency.
In a military point of view, all I knew about Myr was that they, like Dorne fought traps and misdirection, by using poisons and other stuff to kill their enemies, everything in Myr was coated in poison from the daggers to the arrows.
Which was incredibly effective against my basically naked Dothraki, but even with their Dorne-like tactics, we would win, Myr didn’t have a big army, being among the weakest cities in Essos, but the reason it was one of the best cities available was because they were the most technologically advanced city in Essos and probably the known way world.
“I have to destroy these cities fast, the last thing I want is my kids forgetting my face,” I chuckled as I sulked in sadness imagining that.
*They won’t forget your smell, I know I wouldn’t,* Neltharion added approaching me from behind, trying to calm me down, but ended scaring the crap out of me.
“Since when can you talk?!” I wasn’t scared but from only hissing to this, it was a big jump.
*...A month or so, one day I didn’t know and the next one…* Neltharion shrugged.
“And you just now decided to talk?” I inquired, wondering why it took him a month to do so.
*Never had anything good to say before, and you never asked, besides you understand me without talking,* Neltharion answered.
“.....From now on tell me when you learn something new… do your brothers talk like you..?” I inquired, did they evolve like him or would it take them more time?
*Sure and no, my brothers can’t talk yet, Roda says it's because, I’m the one that spends more time with you so they will need more time, don’t really know what that has to do with it, but that’s what he said* Neltharion shrugged.
Roda was probably onto something with that, usually animals the closer the get to me the weirder they get, it all started with him, who eventually changed to Roda, which would explain why Neltharion was the first of his brothers to talk, so Roda’s theory had some merit, I was basically a radioactive man that gave animals personalities and a voice.
“Huh, well take that evolution, shove it!” I chuckled.
*Anyway, don’t sulk… my new brother and sister won’t forget you,* Neltharion added trying to finalize my concerns.
I looked at the dragon whose size was roughly above a big dog now, and smiled, “Well, and even if they do, I’ll work it out,”
*That's the spirit dad,* Neltharion hissed happily, *So how long before I can burn people?*
If this was a human kid that question would probably be considered a red flag, “Mmm, a week or so,” but the word normal left the building I like to call my brain a long time ago, with all the shit going on in my world.
*Great, I will show them what happens when they mess with Neltharion Mormont!* Neltharion hissed, breathing out some fire.
Neltharion Mormont…. well that was unexpected, “Neltharion Mormont?” I chuckled.
*Yes, you are my father, and fathers give their last name right?* Neltharion tilted his head in confusion, *Oh you mean I forgot my other last name, sorry, Neltharion Mormont Ravenicus,*
Yeah, that wasn’t what I meant my cute and now talking dragon, “Ravenicus? Well, they did brood you a lot,”
Neltharion nodded as he muttered, *I know, but sometimes I don’t like them, they are always trying to feed me corn, but I don’t like… it.*
*Caw! How… you have any idea how hard we work for that corn, ungrateful chick!!* A raven appeared out of nowhere.
As I watched the Raven and Neltharion discuss, one thought that made me smiled crossed my mind, my little babies would have a life full of random shit, but it would be a wholesome one, Ravens uncles, dragons brothers, horse cousins, things will surely never go dull with this family around.
*I can burn you!*
*I dare you! caw! Just try!!! Caw!*
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[Nick Fury Ravenicus POV]
I was like always doing my job, that was spying these unstable motherfuckers to ensure they didn’t do anything to hurt the cornbringer.
I was, after all, part of the council of Ravens and the director of the spy network in Westeros, so I had to aim for perfection.
Today in my normal routine, I had found an interesting item, a horn that apparently could control dragons, that was a big motherfucking no.
Euron Greyjoy was the current owner, key word being current, because I was about to steal that shit or destroy it, I was not going to take risks, if that horn worked, it could be a nuclear deterrent, one that wasn’t allowed to exist outside Ronard hands.
And I have to thanks Euron for letting me know about its existence, because if it wasn’t for this crazy ass motherfucker that for some weird ass reason talked to himself for two hours about how the horn was awesome and how the horn would ensure his victory I would’ve guess the horn was simply bad indoor decoration item, or a really bad souvenir.
For one part, the horn might just be a stupid horn… with no use that is being glorified by delirious thoughts of a mad man. But I rather be safe than sorry, you can’t never be too careful, I can’t let such thing to be even be a possibility.
*We have a mission, that mission is simple, we must retrieve that horn the caw! crazy ass pirate has, any questions?* I asked my Raven squad.
*What do we do if retrieval is impossible?* one raven asked, raising his wing.
*We destroy it, our priority is ensuring that our cornbringer has no threat for when he comes back, is that clear! Caw!* I said as I opened my wings, to make an emphasis and close the point.
*Caw!* my squad cawed in one voice.
*Then let’s roll!* I shouted, as me and my forty raven squad took off, our destiny the room of mad man.