Chapter 5:Karna's first battle(Karna's POV)

When the spear pierced the dragon's wings it broke, filling its wings with wood splinters, giving it excruciating pain, while it clumsily tried to glide to the ground.

"Ha, ha, ha..." said the dragon rider."Balerion food is coming for you. Who warrior charges at a dragon? Does this idiot think he is in an uncivilized Andalos knight b*llsh*t tale? Dracarys!"

This Balerion is not the same one that Aegon the conqueror would ride in his Westeros conquests, centuries in the future. I seemed to have a similar size to that grown Balerion, though. Maybe names hold power.

These flames are annoying. They feel like a hot wind on my face and this day is already hot. Dragon flames are far from enough to hurt me being the demigod of the sun god. At least, the sun is now the most comforting thing to me during the day. When the day is very hot I usually go bask in the sun, where the temperature that comes to me is not annoying, but heartwarming.

Getting in front of the dragon the beast tried to bite me with its massive teeth, looking at me like I was a sort of delicacy. However, as it open its big mouth, held one of its teeth with my right hand, and seeing how it seemed so well attached to the gum I pulled it in a sort of motion that I took its whole mouth palate out of its body, taking out its whole upper head, and letting its brain exposed. I stepped on it with my foot, spreading out nerves everywhere.

A tale in Asoiaf, more precisely from Qarth, said that dragons came from a second moon in the sky, which was scorched by the sun and cracked like an egg, and millions of dragons erupted. The battle between the sun god and a second moon's descendants was surely anticlimactic.

Guess being the sun god's son is much different from being a beast that descendant of creatures that came from an unexistent moon. Not that as a learned Rhoynar I held much faith in these very doubtful claims, and as a sun demigod I don't fill any sort of conceptual connection with their supposed incubator making it even less believable to me, but it is an interesting jest.

The dragon rider, now dragonless, was, as expected, surprised and shivering.

" Please, spare my life. My family will surely award you greatly." he was respectful to the point of talking to me in rhoynar language. Can anybody imagine seeing a probably arrogant dragon rider talking in their enemy's language and begin for his life? It was a sign to see. It is a pity that only I saw this moment that should be registered in the annals of history. He seemed a bit doubtful about the last sentence. Whatever. His family issues are not my problem.

"You are more valuable alive indeed. But, only until my ruler prince decides about what to do with you." This bastard f*ck*d the only way of life of a bunch of poor farmers, so I thought and concluded, that a bit of pain would be nothing for him, not that I would torture him, I would only lift him by the hair... Maybe it's a prejudice of mine because he seems to pass the young master vibe, and if I tell the truth, I probably am so brute with this dude, because of this.

When I was lifting him and walking, to unexperience people it may have seemed like I was distracted, but even if he was only in peripherical sight, his movements were very clear to me.

That man took a valyrian steel dagger and attacked me in the pelvic region. Was it that I did not see his movements in time? Of course not, his moves were slow as a turtle to me and as clumsy as of a novice', in fact, his wild dagger was so bad that if someone asked him to cut up a carrot, he would have a great chance of losing at least a finger. I quickly concluded that the dagger was a normal valyrian steel one and not even bothered to defend myself.

The protection of the Kavach and Kundal was of course not limited to the thorax and the ears. They were divine artifacts and were quite different from a normal armor and earring pair. They protect the owner's whole body at a conceptual level, not just a physical one. I requested mom to train me to fight with a marine steel sword, as we saw that they could not hurt me, to get me more used to real combat.

Even with knowing that she could not hurt me, I could not convince her to have onesided life and death combats with me, which were surely not life treating me at all, as even if she went from the kill I would not even get hurt. Of course, I understood why, she just cared for me to even try to even fight me seriously. So, I ended up having live-treating, which was not risky at all, battles with my grandfather and sometimes grandmother.

We found out, not to my surprise, that valyrian steel and valyrian steel with blood magic runes graved on it, was too weak to even scratch me.

So the valyrian sword broke into several fragments that spread around. One pierced his left leg, just close to the pelvic region, only a bit more and the man would become a eunuch.

"Booh."I shouted, scaring the man and making him faint.

Later, I took the sword fragment out of his leg, tore my shirt, and used the cloth to stop his bleeding that thankfully was not much severe. I would not let him die until he paid for his sins. I would not retribute him on the same coin, because I would not downgrade myself to castrate a warrior. An r*p*st surely I would, though.

" Thankfully, no one saw me."I said to myself. I would not like to be known as Karna the balls of steel or the pelvic steel sword or anything near that.

I nearly forgot to take the carcass of the dragon. Working on it was much more difficult than slaying the dragon itself. After, a long time I was able to completely separate the parts of the dragon. It was like dismembering a normal animal but on a larger scale.

The scales and the inner skin from its respiratory tract were the only parts of the dragon immune to fire, so I think that it would be a perfect material for leader armor. The bones were widely known in Asoiaf's world to be perfect materials to produce bows. I will make sure to make good use of those.

Using some simple water purifying magic, to ensure the meat does not carry any toxic effect, I cut the meat and ended up distributing it to the farmers affected by the field burning. After all, although I doubted that dragon meat is healthy if eaten a lot, it can avoid their hunger for at least a day.

I will not deny that in my past life I had not performed any thoughtful care of others, which is not close to my, well-being. But I am striving to be better, sure that I probably will do several mistakes in the future, as any normal human.

Though, I may have eaten a bite just to make a bit more sure that it was ok to eat. I thought that it would surely impair my training with prana a bit, but that it was a small price to pay given the overall situation.

To make me, even more, ascertain, after I remembered that a demigod's physique is much stronger than a human one, I may have given small bites of the meat to some animals. Still a bit fearful, I gave farmers small amounts to prove first, just to make even more sure it was ok. It overall seemed fine to eat.

I sold the rest of the meat to river merchants to export to other cities as normal meat. Although dragon meat was surely exotic, there may not be many nobles brave enough to eat it and risk poisoning. After all whoever in the history of this world has ever eaten dragon meat to test if it was safe.

Since I doubted any water mage other than me could be powerful enough to use a spell used to purify wine glasses of poison on such a large scale. Rhoynars could only use such a large area of magic, with an enormous group of mages, or performing blood magic. Yes, rhoynars have blood magic, capable of drowning a city, but it usually involves self-sacrifice and it was only performed usually near death with enemies whom one has pure hatred.

Now returning to the subject, I sold all the meat, as meat rot quickly and salt is expensive, and I, nor the farmers have nearly enough salt to preserve this enormous amount of dragon meat. So the best to do is to use the money to import crops to regrow the field and avoid mass famine. The supplies of the army can be covered easily with the treasure's wealth.

I did not know yet, but some kids hidden in the grass have seen the whole battle. It would start my tale with some cool names, but also with weird ones as well.