Journey South 3

"Meagar Targaryen was too cruel and Viserys I Targaryen was weak. Most Targaryen kings lack balance either too cruel or too mentally weak and those that don't fall into these two categories where either foolish or completely paranoid. Some say his majesty is the only sane Targaryen, but to them, I can only say they don't know the real him."

 Arrack to Margaery Tyrell

( 1 week 4 days later)

The trees thinned as a little bit of sunlight reached the ground.

The air was colder than Aegon anticipated, the lingering chill of the North clinging to his cloak. His black mare trotted steadily, its breath visible in the crisp air.

Aegon's eyes scanned the terrain as he rode, the silence broken only by the sound of hooves and the occasional rustling of birds in the sparse trees.

Hours passed as Aegon continued until he suddenly pulled on the reigns coming to a stop.

Aegon sniffed the air as the faint scent of smoke entered his nose, he looked at the map and jumped from his horse quickly tying it to a tree as he moved forward on foot.

This was his fourth bandit group, but the situation this thing was different from all other encounters so far.

Aegon looked at the map which showed that the bandit group was currently split into two groups, he quickly came to the conclusion that one group was hunting while the other was around a fire which was causing the smoke he smelled.

It didn't take long to find a small camp nestled in the trees, barely visible from the direction Aegon was coming from.

Four men sat around a fire, their laughter carrying in the still air. Aegon watched them closely. Their weapons daggers, swords, and a rusted axe were scattered carelessly nearby.

Aegon watched on, his cold eyes seemed to shine with mockery, these men were an easy kill, he was sure he could kill them before they could even scramble for their discarded weapons.

Looking at the distance between the two groups, Aegon had already decided to take them head-on, then pick off the other group.

Once again Aegon dropped his cloak and nocked an arrow aiming at the man furthest away from him.

Whoosh!!!

Squelch !!

The arrow flew through the air penetrating the bandit's head, and Aegon wasted no time as he ran forward.

The bandits shocked, paused for a brief moment but that was enough. Aegon approached with two daggers in hand.

Whoosh!!!

Squelch!!!!

He threw one of the daggers as it stabbed into the man's throat, Aegon continued grabbing the closest man and pulled him with his now free hand a dagger sliced cleanly across his throat. Blood sprayed onto the ground, and the man collapsed with a wet gurgle.

The remaining bandit managed to stumble back and grab a sword off the ground and quickly made a wide slice causing Aegon to jump back as he pulled out his own sword.

The bandit lunged forward with the sword, but Aegon quickly deflected the strike causing him to lose his balance, Aegon didn't let the opportunity pass as kicked him in his chest.

He dropped to the ground on his back as Aegon stepped forward and drove his sword through the man's chest ending his life.

( Ding!! You killed four bandits + 32 points)

Aegon looked at the scene and then back to the map, he noticed the six remaining bandits were not coming back. The bandits had some space between them, and Aegon saw this as the perfect opportunity.

He took his arrows and his bow and set off.

One by one Aegon took out the remaining six bandits with precision and ruthlessness leaving bodies littering the ground.

( Ding!! You killed six bandits +48 points)

Done Aegon made his way back to his horse and took it to the fire the bandits had made. He moved the bodies to one side and took what seemed to be a rabbit leg from a small bag on his waist.

Aegon put it on a stick he found around and stuck it near the fire to cook as he looked at the screen in front of him.

Name: Aegon Targaryen

Age: 14

Free Points: 305

Skills ( max skill level is 15/ normal people can only reach lv10 max in any skill): Swordsman (lv 6), dagger (lv 2) Archery (lv 6)

Body: 65

Mind:30

Blood:10

" System add one hundred and ninety points to blood, I choose the Targaryen bloodline."

(Ding!! Warning bloodline change is about to take place, the process takes about five minutes, but it is very painful as you will undergo some physical changes do you still want to proceed?)

Hearing this Aegon didn't look surprised as he fell into deep thought.

" I guessed as much, how much would my appearance change?"

( Host would undergo a change in hair and eye color symbolizing your new pure

Valyrian heritage, you would also gain some height.)

"If that's the case let's put it off for now, can be walking around kingslanding like that, I'll do it after I arrive on Dragonstone, for now just increase my swordsmanship and archery to lv ten."

Name: Aegon Targaryen

Age: 14

Free Points: 225

Skills ( max skill level is 15/ normal people can only reach lv10 max in any skill): Swordsman (lv 10), dagger (lv 2) Archery (lv 10)

Body: 65

Mind:30

Blood:10

As the sun dipped, Aegon ate the rabbit and then leaned back against a tree, his cloak pulled tightly around him.

The stars were bright above, their light reflected in the still water of the stream. For a moment, Aegon allowed himself to relax, his thoughts drifting to the past.

Blood, every day was filled with death and killing, and as he looked at the pile of bodies not far from him a slight smile appeared on his face.

" I guess things haven't changed much."