Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos

"The first time I saw the Immaterium, I knew. It would be the source of humanity's prosperity, but also its possible ruin if not handled with care." Aenar I Targaryen, God-Emperor of Planetos.

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Aenar looked at the vial in his hand and didn't hesitate, there was no indecision or fear, only a slight feeling of dread, fear of a future that he could never escape the clutches of fate.

When the turquoise liquid went down his throat, a deep bitter taste attacked his palate. At first, Aenar didn't feel anything wrong, but just a few seconds later, his heart started beating faster, to the point where he thought his heart would explode.

Suddenly, it was as if a hammer hit Aenar's head. His vision blurred, the world seemed to spin and double in front of him. Aenar threw his head back as his spine arched upwards. The veins in his body bulged as a simply agonizing pain shot through him along with the blood flow coursing through his body.

Daenerys watched in shock as Aenar seemed to enter a trance-like state between lucid and unconscious periods.

She didn't know and would never know what Aenar was going through at that moment. His Prescience ability was being amplified to a whole new level. If before his powers were a small puddle of water a few meters across, at this moment, that small puddle of water was increasing at a great speed.

Aenar could now see things that had previously been hidden, dimensions overlapping the material world and dimensions far from the Material World. One in particular looked like an extremely bright star against a dark background, shining much brighter than the others, making it impossible not to be noticed.

It was a dimension of pure energy, an energy that made up everything, the source of all magic and sorcery, although no one on Planetos knew this fact. Which was curious, because they manipulated this energy, but never came into direct contact with it.

That in itself had saved countless lives from madness and insanity.

Aenar felt his mind connecting to this same dimension, his mind overloaded with infinite amounts of chaotic energy full of unpredictability.

Under Daenerys' shocked eyes, blue and white rays emanated from Aenar's body. The air crackled as electric arcs filled a meter around him.

To Daenerys' relief, the lightning didn't take long to disappear. However, it wasn't that the lightning disappeared, but that Aenar controlled the power input and cut the connection, which could be re-established at any time.

But he didn't, he didn't know anything about that dimension and he definitely wasn't going to risk his life for a momentary temptation, although having access to an infinite amount of that chaotic energy was really quite tempting.

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"Are you sure you're going to do this?" Visenya asked, still incredulous at what she had just heard. She looked at her sister as if she were looking at someone with a mental illness.

"I'm not going to die." Daenerys rolled her eyes angrily. "Don't give me that look, I'm completely sane."

"Who in their right mind wants to throw themselves on a funeral pyre with dragon eggs and criminals condemned to death?" Visenya muttered with an expression still skeptical of Daenerys' idea.

"What do you say, Aenar?" Rhaella glanced at the two arguing daughters and looked across the table, where Aenar was eating with a calm expression.

Daenerys stopped arguing with Visenya and looked at Aenar with a worried look, only she knew what had happened last night in her nephew's room.

She had seen with her own eyes Aenar die and revive as his body contorted in sheer agony from a pain that was simply impossible to describe. Since waking up, her sweet nephew seemed to have changed subtly, even his warm smiles seemed to have disappeared for a while before returning to normal.

In the process, Daenerys forgot how many times she had wiped his sweaty body with a cloth, for hours and hours while listening to his screams and his seemingly mad, insane mutterings.

She cried a few times thinking of the agony Aenar was going through, but wiped the tears away, because she had no right to cry when Aenar was enduring all that pain to protect his family.

Compared to dying and reviving, she thought that entering a funeral pyre was no big deal. Her nephew took that turquoise poison without hesitation, how could she be afraid of feeling mere flames. She was a dragon and dragons weren't afraid of fire!

Her indecision disappeared after seeing Aenar's determination and only grew stronger, she would help Aenar carry his burden no matter what.

Aenar, whose mind was clearer than ever, lifted his gaze and looked at his grandmother with a warm and gentle look.

In front of him, a tunnel made of swirling mist unfolded before him, this tunnel branching off in different directions and heights. Billions of images of the future appeared in these tunnels.

Different realities, different worlds, whole dimensions.

Past, present and future.

Blinking once, this tunnel and its ramifications on smaller scales disappeared and Aenar responded with an absolutely confident tone. "Just trust Daenerys, Grandmother. You'll be surprised."

Rhaella let out a sigh, she stroked her own forehead. Sometimes she wondered why her family was so strange and sometimes crazy.

Daenerys looked at Visenya with a victorious expression, as if to say that Aenar trusted her more than her own sister.

Visenya rolled her eyes and focused on Aenar, remembering Daenerys' words about what happened in the Throne Room.

"Is it true that a god possessed a human head and spoke to you, nephew?" Her voice showed no fear, perhaps because she had neither witnessed nor felt the presence of the God of Many Faces.

Aenar cut up the sausage on his plate and brought it to his mouth with the help of a fork. He looked at Visenya and replied in a casual tone. "Just a clown trying to make a name for himself."

The God of Many Faces was just that in his eyes, a god who was nothing more than a slave to the Valyrian Dragon Gods.

After taking the Water of Life, Aenar wasn't too worried about any gods, his power had simply grown to a whole new level. If any god dared to descend into the material world using the body of a mortal as a receptacle, Planetos would be his tomb.

The night before, he had seen the creation of Blood Magic and until its most recent development, all of Valiria's most powerful magical heritage was stored in his brain, just waiting for the right moment for him to learn it all.

At the same time, his mind could do many things besides store memories. His mind had connected to a totally different dimension, he didn't know how to describe that dimension at the moment, but he felt that using its energy, he could perform real miracles.

Rhaella and Visenya were speechless at the casualness with which Aenar spoke against a literal god. Although they hadn't seen the supposed god because they were asleep, they had heard Daenerys and Kinvara's description of the incident. It was a scene worthy of giving anyone nightmares.

Daenerys only appeared proud and showed no surprise at Aenar's words. In her eyes, her nephew seemed more like a god than the very gods that Essos worshipped.

"My king, Princess Arianne and Prince Oberyn with his wife and daughters are waiting outside." Leda approached Aenar and spoke in an indifferent, calm tone.

"Invite them in, we'll entertain our guests from afar." Aenar smiled and replied as she brought her glass to her lips, taking a sip of juice.

"She looks like her uncle, especially the serious look on his face." Rhaella looked at Leda's face and commented with a nostalgic tone, remembering Arthur and Rhaegar training together every moment.

"I'd say she has more of her father than anyone in House Dayne." Aenar commented, glancing at his cousin, who was standing in the doorway.

"Who's her father?" Rhaella asked curiously.

"Eddard Stark." Aenar replied with a smile. His uncle was indeed a fertile man, seven children and all healthy, which was surprising.

Rhaella's eyes widened when she heard who her father was, she remembered the girl Dayne and couldn't help but sigh. "She was always by Ellia's side, the two women were inseparable."

The mention of Ellia made Rhaella's face darken slightly, a silent fury grew in her gaze, ready to tear apart those guilty of killing her son, her Good Daughter and her grandson.

"Don't worry, Grandmother. We'll have our revenge in due course, just be patient and you'll see everyone kneeling at the feet of House Targaryen once again." Noticing the look on Rhaella's face, Aenar spoke in a calm tone, but there was an anger in it similar to Rhaella's own.

"Don't worry, Grandmother. We'll have our revenge in due course, just be patient and you'll see everyone kneeling at the feet of House Targaryen once again." Noticing the look on Rhaella's face, Aenar spoke in a calm tone, but there was an anger in it similar to Rhaella's own.

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