The Chronicles of Ice and Fire: The God-Emperor of Planetos

"When religion, royalty and hard times go hand in hand, it's a sign that a real hell is about to break out. And the end will certainly not be kind to me or my children." Aenar Targaryen thought as he watched the people kneel before him, worshipping him like a god.

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Jon rose early, as he had for the past month - within the Nexus of Time and Space, his fencing lessons, dragon riding, and blood magic lessons had become a routine for him.

Visenya Targaryen didn't hold back when he spoke of the entire legacy of House Targaryen, knowledge lost in suspicious fires clearly orchestrated by people who didn't want to see magic spread throughout Westeros.

He had an idea of who had been slowly and patiently destroying House Targaryen's legacy.

The Faith of the Seven and the Order of the Meister's.

Both organizations with extreme power and influence in Westeros and the main culprits behind many of the tragedies that had befallen House Targaryen. Revenge that Jon would bring with fire and blood at the right time.

Blood magic, however, was a strange art. Not only could it be used to prolong one's life through sacrifice, but it could also change the body of the user, if they so wished.

In his Visenya lessons, Jon discovered that after five thousand years of existence, Blood Magic had become so prevalent in the blood of the Forty Houses of Dragon Lords that many of them had quite exotic abilities.

Some could control multiple swords with their minds, while others were faster and stronger than any living human. The creation of chimeras was just the tip of the iceberg of blood magic. They had so many uses and tools that were sadly lost when Valyria sank into magma and death.

Although it was an interesting art, Jon didn't care much for it; the Targaryen gained the ability to predict the future through sleep, known as Dragon Dreams, but this ability became ridiculously strong in him due to Prescience.

Something Visenya himself agreed with, saying that he was the most gifted Targaryen in five thousand years. To the point of being able to see the past, present, and future at will.

Yawning, Jon left the cave and found himself standing in front of a huge crimson creature warming itself in the sun. It was about twenty meters long and twice as wide with its wings fully outstretched.

(Note: 20 meters is about 65 feet.)

With two short hind legs and two large wings for forearms, a hideous triangular face covered with scales along a long slender neck, the small horns pointing upward resembled the face of a demon.

(Similar to the face of Caraxes in House of the Dragon.)

Its chest was strong, imposing, and muscular. Along the spine, spikes of fins protruding upward looked especially fierce and intimidating. The huge, strong body looked extremely intimidating.

The huge dragon was covered with shiny crimson scales that shone like metal plates. However, because it was a young dragon, its scales didn't have the strong defensive power to stop even a scorpion's arrows. Something only adult dragons could do.

The dragon was obviously Caraxes, Jon's dragon, just like his rider, the dragon was about six years old, but as big as a forty-year-old, showing that rider and dragon were obviously special.

After all, dragons couldn't grow that fast, but it just showed how special Caraxes and his rider were.

"(Good morning.)" Jon greeted his companion in High Valyrian, a language Caraxes understood.

Dragons were almost as intelligent as humans, but unlike human society, where socialization was important, dragons had a very simple society based on solitude. If it weren't for ancient Valyria, dragons would never have stuck together so much.

A dragon's routine boiled down to two things: digging caves in warm places, sleeping, eating, and when it was time to mate, mating with a female.

Caraxes opened his eyes when he heard the greeting, but closed them the next second as he let out a high-pitched trill, not moving a muscle and staying warm in the sun.

Jon didn't mind and walked towards the stream near the clearing, about a hundred meters away. The biggest advantage of living near a dragon was that large animals rarely entered his territory.

Washing his face with the cold but clean water of the stream, Jon opened his eyes and looked at the woman dressed in red on the other side of the stream, a graceful smile on her red lips while her ruby-red eyes stared at him with a warm intensity.

Behind her, dozens of men and women also stared at him with a fantastic light in their eyes.

The woman who seemed to be the leader of the group was wearing a beautiful red dress, which, by the way, was perfectly clean and unscratched despite being in the depths of a forest, and a beautiful necklace with a ruby adorned her graceful neck. Her curly black hair fell over her shoulders and breasts.

Jon couldn't help but feel an enormous weight at the sight of the woman, it wasn't fear, but a feeling of helplessness in the face of fate, he could feel the leash of destiny around his neck, preventing him from rebelling.

In the eyes of the woman before him, he was the Chosen One, the Messiah, the personification of God walking in the mortal world, but in Jon's eyes, he himself was a prisoner, a prisoner with a glorious destiny, but a prisoner nonetheless.

When the woman tried to speak, Jon ignored her and returned to the clearing, apparently not wanting to engage her in conversation.

Kinvara smiled as she watched the beautiful child disappear and followed in her beautiful gown, which seemed uncomfortable in the harshness of the forest, but her helpers, the Fiery Hand, devotedly cleared the path for her.

"High Priestess, the Child of Light?" Another red-haired priestess asked with a worried expression. They had come to North Westeros to find the Son of Light, but apparently the Son of Light himself didn't want to see them, as evidenced by the angry look on his face when they saw him.

"Don't worry, Melina, the Lord of Light will clear up your doubts soon." Kinvara replied with a gentle smile as she continued to stare at the beautiful child's back with a look that would probably make many people on Earth mistake her for a pedophile.

Melina let out a tired sigh as she listened to the High Priestess' words, she could feel the weakness in her body, and even the resistance to cold and heat she usually possessed seemed to weaken, they had spent a lot of magic to camouflage their appearance to infiltrate the North in the middle of a war.

But her faith never wavered for a second, on the contrary, the difficult and deadly journey only strengthened her and everyone else's faith, it happened the moment they saw the child looking at them with his beautiful purple eyes.

Kinvara had walked about a hundred meters when she finally crossed some trees and found herself in front of a clearing. The eyes of the High Priestess of the Red Temple of Volantis focused almost instantly on Jon beside the gigantic crimson beast.

A smile appeared on the High Priestess' lips at the sight of the beautiful and deadly creature's color. This was obviously another sign from the Lord of Light?

Kinvara could hear the gasps of fear and admiration from her subordinates, some of whom even knelt on the ground and bowed before the child and the dragon. She was pleased to see the people's devotion to the Son of Light, the one who would bend the world to his will and bring hope for the battles to come in the years to come.

But though the priests and priestesses and the Fiery Hand seemed happy, Caraxes didn't like the ants invading his territory. The huge head of the dragon moved towards the group of people with a menacing growl.

"RHUAUAAAA!!!" It opened its mouth and let out a deafening roar while a crimson flame glowed deep in its throat, ready to consume the intruders.

And to the secret relief of Kinvara and the others, Jon spoke in High Valyrian with a calm tone as he stroked the dragon's neck. "(Calm down, Caraxes. They're not food, at least not yet.)"

Though dissatisfied, Caraxes closed his mouth and looked at the intruders, expressing his dissatisfaction.

"Hunt a deer or something big to calm the dragon's anger." Kinvara ignored Jon's words in High Valyrian, a language she understood, and ordered in a calm voice, looking at her subordinates who nodded and four Fiery Hand quickly walked toward the forest.

Turning to look at Jon, she clasped her hands together on her stomach and gently bowed forward as she introduced herself. "Allow me to introduce myself, Son of Light."

"I am Kinvara, High Priestess of the Red Temple of Volantis, The Flame of Truth, the Light of Wisdom and the First Servant of the Lord of Light."

"Currently only Jon Snow." Looking at the beautiful woman, Jon replied in a calm, unconscious tone, his voice carrying a hint of majesty he hadn't noticed from spending so much time with Visenya.

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