NOVEL WEB Chapter 3: Victarion Greyjoy
"So, sorcerer. How about you show me some of your magic, what can you do?", asked King Robert, nursing his goblet. They were standing on the top of the king's personal ship.
"How about I show you?"
There was a joyous glint in his eyes as he motioned for Harry to continue. Harry walked towards the edge of the ship and weaved some hand signs, "Fire release, great fireball!"
A gigantic plume of fire erupted from his mouth, roaring higher and higher, the heat vaporizing some of the water below them, letting steam carry up. He weaved more hand signs and from around him, a thick shroud of mist came, "water release, hiding in mist!"
"Ha, those ironborn cunts won't know what hit them. I want you on the front lines, to send them to their drowned god, once and for all", Robert laughed as the mist slowly dissipated, "You used your knives earlier, do you even know how to handle that sword at your waist?"
"I know enough to get around but my expertise lies in my kunai, they are the weapons of our people", Harry let a kunai dance between his fingers.
"What kind of kingdom uses knives instead of swords?", he looked at Harry questioningly, taking another sip of wine out of his goblet.
"One where you have to regularly carry out assassinations. As I said, your grace, my home is a place full of war. We don't have the luxury of thinking about our honor", Harry put the weapon away.
"Well, now, you have entered a civilized realm. After this is all over, I'll have someone train you in our swordfighting"
"Oh, I know how to fight with a sword, just not as well as with my kunai"
"Then show me, you there! Come here, the sorcerer needs a sparring partner", the king called over a soldier in leather armor, who shuffled closer. The two of them stood facing each other until the king gave the command, "Get on with it already", and the soldier striked with a huge, overhead swing, which Harry sidestepped. He performed a slash at his midsection but was blocked by the other's bastard blad. He kicked the defending warrior, sending him a few feet back before lunging at him, his one hand holding together his arms, letting him drop his weapon and held the blade to his neck, "Do you yield?"
"I yield!"
Harry smiled. He had held back, quite a bit but still overwhelmed him in less than three strikes. Of course, this was just a mere soldier, probably not even trained that well but still, it was satisfying, knowing he was the strongest person around. His chakra enhanced his physique, making it that even if he was struck with the king's warhammer, he wouldn't die. A few broken ribs, sure but no death like it would be for anyone else. Satisfied, he walked back to the king, who was grinning ear to ear. He offered him a goblet of wine, which he took. It was sweet and strong, much better than what he had drunk in that little town, "You like it? It's arbor red"
Harry nodded, setting down the goblet. He and his king chatted some more for another hour or so, before they spotted the greyjoy fleet at fair isles, where they were raiding, "Your grace, do I have your permission to engage the forces?"
"Sure, whatever, once we are near- hey what are you-?"
King Robert was dumbfounded when Harry jumped off the ship and even more so, when he ran across the waves as if they were solid ground. Harry ran at breakneck speeds. He climbed the hull of the ship with tree walking and, as he ascended, he weaved the signs for the hiding in mist technique. He activated his sharingan and began the slaughter.
[Victarion Greyjoy POV]:
I sat on my ship, just returned from a raid at the fair isles, I carried with me a collection of Thralls, bound in chains, I had three men and two women as well as three children. I had paid the iron price for them, they were mine. I would probably keep the younger of the women as my salt wife, she was pretty enough, with those wide, blue eyes and that straw hair. She had wide, birthing hips and a nice chest too. The older woman wasn't my taste but she would be able to work as a thrall all the same. As I was binding them below deck, I heard a commotion from up the ship, walking up, he saw nothing but fog, a dense mist that enveloped the entire ship, "What is going on here?", I asked, walking through the mist, my hand on my sword. I stumbled at something lying on the ground. Looking down, it was a body, one of my reavers, dead from a slit throat, his blood pooling on the ship's surface. I could hear other bodies fall, then the quick clashing of steel on steel, before a cry of pain. How could this be? Last I checked, the fleet was still a half an hour away from us, there was no way that those big and slow ships could approach the Iron Victory as fast as that… had some of my crew rebelled against me? I followed the sound of fighting through the fog. I was almost blind, that was how thick the fog was. I saw something red in that fog. At first, I thought it was a fire but it was too small to be a flame. A candle maybe but there were no candles on the ship. Then, I saw that red light again, this time I could see exactly what that light was, it was eyes, crimson eyes burning with magic, spinning. As I locked onto those eyes and prepared to strike at their owner with my sword, the scene around me changed. I was no longer on the Iron Victory, I was in an open field, my arms and legs were bound and I saw the faces of dead man, that one with the crooked nose, I was sure I had killed him just an hour ago, blood was dripping out of his eyes as he approached with a knife. I thrashed against the restraints but I couldn't come free as every commoner I had killed on my reapings began to stab me with white hot dagger, over and over again. I just screamed and screamed until my throat was sore.
[Robert Baratheon POV]:
Our ship was slowly reaching the greyjoy's fleet, the mist still filling the biggest of the ships. We entered one of the smaller ships and I let my anger out, smashing chests and skulls in with my warhammer. I smashed one of the Greyjoys' hand, Aeron was his name and he surrendered. I let my soldiers escort the 'Royal' cunt onto our ships. When I turned to the biggest ship, the Iron Victory, the mist began to clear. I walked onto the vessel and was shocked by what I saw, bodies everywhere, with the sorcerer standing in their midst. Bled out, decapitated, stabbed, crushed, one was even drowned, serves them right, to send these traitors to their oh-so precious drowned god. The sorcerer was just approaching Victarion Greyjoy with another of his knives, his kunai in hand. The man wasn't in his right mind, he just laid there, with a blank look on his face, as if he wasn't there, as if he were a hundred leagues away. The sorcerer's eyes were what caught me off guard. His eyes weren't the pure pools of black, like charcoal but instead a blazing red, with three black dots, spinning. The sorcerer smiled as he cut open the cunt's throat and even though I was immensely shocked, I couldn't help but smile, this man, he was ruthless, he was powerful. I could always respect power. He may not use a beautiful warhammer, like myself but he knew how to kill some insubordinate cunts. He would be rewarded for this. He had taken out the fleet's commander and his entire crew by himself. I wondered whether he could teach me that magic? How great it would be to have a flaming warhammer. His fire wasn't a trick using wildfire, like Thoros used, it was true magic.
"Your grace?" speak of him and he shall appear, Thoros was standing behind him, "I- I have never seen such a domination, not even from the unsullied, what- is he?"
"He claims to be a sorcerer and seeing what he did, I'm inclined to agree", I turned back around, "Say, Thoros, why don't we have a drink together, nothing as good as a drink after a battle won"
[End POV]
Harry walked back onto King Robert's ship, where he cleaned himself off. Some of the ships in the royal fleet retreated back to Casterly Rock, carrying prisoners with them. One of the soldiers approached him nervously, "Erm- Ser- ser Harry, the- the king wishes to speak with- with you"
"Alright", he nodded, walking past the frightened soldier and into the captain's quarters, where king Robert and Thoros of Myr were sitting, drinking together.
"There is the sorcerer" Robert laughed, "Come, sit with us, have something to drink, don't be shy"
Harry took a goblet, half filled with wine and drank, the sweet liquid trickled down his throat. A warmth spread through his body as he drank. The king and the red priest were chatting. Thoros of Myr at first was certain that he too was a red priest but Harry could snuff out that idea, he didn't want to associate with the lord of light, not that he said that out loud. King Robert asked him whether or not he could teach his skills to others.
"My combat skills? Sure. My magic though, that is a whole other thing, I can't really teach someone unless they already have magic and then there is the problem of me wanting to share it in the first place. I would be giving up a huge advantage if I were to teach my skills"
"Already thinking of your standing? You would make a fine lord, you have the right mentality for it, unlike me… sometimes, you know, I just wish to sail a ship to Essos and become a sellsword, live my life free and full of war. I live for the battlefield. Ruling is boring, just a lot of talk and no fun. I would've given Ned the crown in a heartbeat but I had the better claim for it and to be honest, as honorable as he is, he wouldn't have been a good king neither, too blinded by his honor. Jon on the other hand, my hand, he is the true mastermind."
They continued to talk for an hour or so, until Robert was needed to plan out their next move elsewhere and Thoros of Myr and Harry were alone. The red priest tried to convert him, though he didn't agree to anything, just being polite. Later that day, Harry went to sleep, his thoughts drifting off as the dreams took him away.
He saw a white landscape, near the ocean. He could hear waves crashing down nearby and the cawing of crows above. Looking around, he could see a dragon struggling with a giant squid. They were interlocked in combat, both severely injured, fighting above a horde of undead men. A man, looking like Madara sprang from the sea and weaved some signs, shooting a bullet of lightning at the squid, which fell over, dead, the man then walked over to the injured dragon, whom had landed on the icy shores and placed his hand on the dragon's face. The beast slowly exhaled fire. It enveloped him but he didn't die, instead all around him, the undead fell as corpses should. The man mounted the dragon and they flew due south together. With a gasp, he awoke.