Game of Thrones: Reborn as Drogon

"Remember how, after the meeting ended, Jorah didn't leave with the rest of us and stayed behind to speak with Her Grace?"

Varys looked at Tyrion.

"You think Jorah told the Queen something that got him thrown into the dungeon?" Tyrion guessed after a moment.

"Otherwise, how do you explain it?" Varys replied.

"Just moments earlier, the Queen was assigning him military responsibilities. Then suddenly he's locked in a cell."

Tyrion nodded slowly before narrowing his eyes.

"You seem to know more than you're saying."

Varys pursed his lips.

"This may have something to do with me."

"With you?"

Tyrion stared at him in surprise.

Grey Worm also shot Varys a puzzled look. The spymaster had been one of Daenerys's most valuable informants for years. What connection could he possibly have to Jorah's imprisonment?

"Don't ask."

Varys shook his head.

"This isn't something I can easily explain."

"Besides, considering the relationship between Ser Jorah and the Queen, if a few of you speak on his behalf, I doubt he'll remain imprisoned for long."

The answer left both men unsatisfied.

If anything, it made them even more curious about what had happened inside the throne room.

"Speaking of which," Varys suddenly said, "I need to deliver messages to Yara."

He had just remembered that Jorah, acting as temporary Master of Whisperers, had been responsible for communicating with Yara and Robb.

Now that Jorah was imprisoned, someone else would have to handle the task.

And that someone was him.

With that, Varys departed.

After more than an hour of unrest, order had largely returned to King's Landing.

The looting, murder, and chaos everyone had feared never materialized.

Both nobles and commoners were stunned.

Many had spent the entire day in a panic, expecting the city to descend into bloodshed once Daenerys's army entered the gates.

Instead, nothing happened.

The city remained peaceful.

As a result, the citizens found themselves unexpectedly grateful toward the Dragon Queen who had conquered their capital.

Blackwater Bay

Drogon circled above the sea before letting out a low roar.

Moments later, the water churned violently.

A massive shape emerged from the depths.

It was Adins.

The Drowned God.

His severed tentacles had already regrown, though each was only about a third of its original length.

His regenerative abilities were nothing short of astonishing.

Drogon hadn't come to inspect his recovery.

He had questions.

Ever since absorbing the Night King's divine essence, strange changes had begun occurring within his own godhood.

His divine core had grown increasingly crimson.

More importantly, a tiny black dot had appeared deep inside it.

At first, it seemed insignificant.

Then it began to stretch.

Lengthen.

Transform.

Gradually, the mark took shape.

The more Drogon examined it, the more it resembled a simple, abstract dragon silhouette.

A crude symbol.

Yet unmistakably dragon-shaped.

As the symbol continued to develop, it slowly rose from within the divine core itself and surfaced upon its exterior, as though trying to emerge completely.

Drogon had no idea what it meant.

And there was only one being he could think of who might have an answer.

His newly acquired subordinate god.

The Drowned God, Adins.

So he had summoned him from the depths specifically to ask about this mysterious transformation.

…

Adins had been quietly recuperating and regrowing his severed tentacles when Drogon summoned him again.

The former Drowned God hadn't expected to be called so soon.

Truthfully, he still hadn't figured out Drogon's temperament. He didn't know whether his new master was easy to serve or liable to incinerate him for the slightest mistake.

Feeling somewhat nervous, he approached respectfully.

"Lord Drogon, may I ask why you've summoned me?"

"My divine core has changed."

Drogon proceeded to describe the transformation occurring within his godhood.

As Adins listened, his eyes widened further and further.

By the end, they were practically bulging from their sockets.

This was absurd.

Drogon had only been a god for a short time. In fact, he had only existed for a few years.

Yet he had already reached this stage.

Adins tried to remember how long it had taken him.

Five hundred years?

Six hundred?

Perhaps even longer.

Finally, he bowed his head.

"Congratulations, Lord Drogon."

"Your divine core has begun generating a unique Divine Rune."

"A Divine Rune?"

"Yes," Adins replied. "A god's personal sacred symbol."

"What does it do?"

That was the part Drogon actually cared about.

"There are two primary functions."

"First, it can be bestowed upon followers, allowing them to wield magical power."

"Second, it can be used to create divine artifacts."

Drogon's eyes immediately lit up.

Both were things he currently lacked.

Remembering the books he'd once read in the Citadel regarding the origins of magic, he asked:

"Are all magic users granted their abilities through Divine Runes?"

"Most of them are."

Adins nodded.

"But there is one exception."

"The Dragonlord bloodlines."

"They worshipped no gods, yet they could wield simple fire magic and possessed the gift of dragon dreams."

As he spoke, a complicated expression appeared in his pale eyes.

"Not because there was a Dragon God?"

Drogon wanted to be sure.

"Before you, dragons had never produced a god."

Adins answered honestly.

Privately, however, he still couldn't understand why the World's Will had chosen Drogon.

Dragons were already terrifyingly powerful.

Powerful enough that many gods had envied them.

In ages past, divine beings had even expended enormous amounts of power attempting to exterminate dragons because the species threatened their ability to gather worshippers.

Perhaps that was why dragons had never produced a deity.

Until now.

Until Drogon.

Unaware of Adins' thoughts, Drogon continued questioning.

"Then why could the Dragonlord families use magic and receive prophetic dragon dreams?"

"I don't know."

Adins shook his massive head.

"Dragons are often called the Favored Race of Heaven."

"Perhaps prolonged association with dragons allows certain humans to awaken unique abilities."

There was a faint trace of jealousy in his voice.

Drogon noticed it immediately.

Still, he couldn't think of anything special he'd done.

Was there some hidden trigger?

Some condition he hadn't discovered yet?

As for the title Favored Race of Heaven...

Drogon couldn't really disagree.

In this world, dragons were practically a cheat code.

After hearing the explanation, he found himself impressed once again by the scholars of the Citadel.

As mere mortals, they had investigated the origins of magic and come surprisingly close to the truth.

"Was the Tidecaller Conch one of your divine artifacts?"

Drogon was equally interested in the second function of Divine Runes.

"You know about the Tidecaller Conch?"

Adins seemed genuinely surprised.

He hadn't expected Drogon to recognize the artifact that the Ironborn had lost centuries ago before it mysteriously resurfaced.

Drogon grinned.

"I was the one who found it in the Dothraki Sea and returned it to Yara Greyjoy."

Adins' eyes instantly doubled in size.

"You found it?"

The Tidecaller Conch had been missing for over a thousand years.

Only recently had he sensed it being used again.

The last place he would ever have expected it to appear was the endless grasslands of the Dothraki Sea.

And somehow Drogon had found it there.

"Then I owe you thanks."

Adins sighed.

"That was one of the first divine artifacts I ever created."

"I gave it to the Ironborn to attract more worshippers and gather faith."

"Then those idiots lost it."

Even now, the memory clearly irritated him.

"How do you create a divine artifact using a Divine Rune?"

Drogon's curiosity only deepened.

Unfortunately, he hadn't brought the Night King's spear-shaped charm with him. Otherwise, Adins might have been able to identify it as well.

Adins patiently explained.

"First, you need a special material capable of bearing a Divine Rune."

"You forge it into an artifact vessel."

"Then you imprint the Divine Rune."

"Next, you define the artifact's purpose."

"Finally, you infuse it with divine power."

"Once those steps are completed, the divine artifact is born."

Drogon blinked.

"That sounds complicated."

He understood absolutely none of those steps.

Adins smiled faintly.

"When you're actually ready to create one, I'll explain each stage in detail."

Drogon immediately understood.

The former Drowned God was offering to teach him personally.

At that moment, he became even more grateful that he hadn't killed Adins.

Otherwise, where would he learn any of this?

Even with overwhelming divine power, he'd still be nothing more than an ignorant dragon god stumbling through the dark.

"How do I obtain more Divine Runes?"

Something this useful could never be too abundant.

"Divine Runes are naturally generated by the divine core itself," Adins explained.

"The only way to accelerate their creation is to strengthen your divine core."

"And the only way to strengthen your divine core is through greater divine power."

"Which means more faith."

"More worship."

"More believers."

Faith would take time.

But divine power...

That was another matter.

A dangerous glint appeared in Drogon's eyes.

"How do I find the Lord of Light and the other sleeping gods?"

Adins froze.

After all, if someone hit you, it was only natural to hit back.

And if doing so also increased your divine power...

Then the other gods suddenly looked like very attractive targets.

(End of Chapter)

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