Chapter 49 - Flight of the Dragon (I)
"The mystery of life is not a problem to be solved, but a reality to be experienced." Aenar I Targaryen, God-Emperor of Planetos.
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Looking at the two teenagers in front of him, Aenar smiled, Titus and Sigmund now looked completely different from the first time he had seen them. Both had grown ten centimeters and their bodies weren't so skinny and muscular lines were evident on both young men's bodies.
The scars on both of them remained, but in his eyes, they were memories that Titus and Sigmund would remember for a lifetime. "Ser Willem and Benerro will train you both. Their orders are to be treated like mine, don't hesitate and do them, don't be lazy or you'll be flogged as punishment."
Aenar continued with a calm and regal expression, his eyes looking at the two teenagers. "Other children and teenagers will be trained with you, they will be your brothers and you have to avenge their deaths if they die in the future."
"Yes, Your Grace." The brothers spoke at the same time while their bodies seemed to exert a pressure on any normal person.
Something that made Willem and Benerro look shocked. They had personally seen the transformation of the two brothers, they had grown, healed from mortal wounds and become stronger, how could this not shock them?
Titus and Sigmund were special, Aenar used his own blood to perform blood magic and basically created the first superhumans. The teenagers didn't know it, but they were faster, stronger and had reflexes that surpassed most of humanity.
Aenar wouldn't be surprised if his blood gave some special abilities to the brothers in front of him, after all, blood was anything but normal.
"What is the name of the army that Your Grace is creating?" Ser Willem, wearing the white armor of the Kingsguard, asked with a respectful tone. When he learned that Aenar was Rhaegar's son, he couldn't help but thank the gods for being benevolent towards House Targaryen, leaving a male descendant for the future.
"Sardaukar." Aenar spoke the name without hesitation. It was the army loyal only to him, the King, and no one else; they would be his extremely deadly and absolutely loyal elite army.