(Game of Thrones) The Pale Khal

(11) War Hound of the East

( POV Jon Snow )

I'm making my way up a remote mountain path that looked as if it hasn't been used in hundreds of years. I'm climbing because I saw something interesting when I was warged into Senu it looked liked an overgrown tomb with its entrance partially caved in. I left the Khalasar in the capable hands of Arggo and set out as the sun rose early this morning as and I'm half way nearly at the entrance at mid-day.

I got to the tomb and I saw that normally it would have been impossible to get in but I'm anything but normal. I throw my hands in the direction of the cave in close my hands into fists and pull my hands back the stones following. I grabbed a branch placed two fingers on the end and the branch lit up like a torch, then I entered the cave.

It was a tomb as I suspected though it was in complete disarray the entire cave entrance had collapsed and the walls where crumbling but that wasn't what caught my attention what caught my attention was the bones of a dragon curled around the resting place of whom I assume was once Valerian Dragon Lord.

I approached the the dead dragon and Marvell's at its size, it wasn't as big as the Black Dread by any means but it still towered over nearly any other creature in the world. As I approached I saw the tiny skeleton of what was once this great beasts master, with dragons under their control it wasn't hard to understand how the Valyrians ruled the world.

The skeleton was wearing armour unaffected by time and by his side lay a great sword. I looked closer at the sword, I'd seen the dark waves only once. Ice. My fathers sword. Valyrian steel. I held the blade reverently, it was giant, smaller than ice but easily bigger than most great swords. I swung it at a near by rock and the sword cut right through. Then I swung at the skeleton of the Dragon Lord but instead of slicing through sparks exploded from the body.

I was so focused on the sword I didn't even notice the armour. It was entirely made out of Valyrian steel. I looked around the tomb to see if there was anything else but there was nothing. I looked outside the cave to see the sun still high in the sky and with the help of my earth bending I transported all the Valyrian steel as well as the dragon skeleton down the mountain.

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( POV Qoni )

I sat at in the camp waiting for father, but father never came. Instead came warriors not from my own Khalasar but from the enemies. The Pale Khal. My father was a great Khal with a giant Khalasar of twenty thousand strong, but he wasn't a great father. As that thought entered my mind pain flared in my arm originating from the bruises my father left there.

I was taken to the Pale Khals camp, it was much larger than my fathers and there was more than just Dothraki men wielding weapons. I saw women with bows and freed slaves wielding swords and tall shields. There where beasts as well, lions fighting in a great pit with claw and fang as Dothraki laughed. All around they fought, fucked and feasted and I witnessed all three as I was escorted to their Khals tent.

The tent was located on a small hill at the centre of the camp and a large fire pit sat at the centre of the tent itself. The floor was covered with various pelts of great beasts like lions from the planes and tigers from the east. The tent was littered with obscure object no doubt taken from defeated Khals or given to him as tribute. There was an elephant tusk engraved with letters I couldn't understand, a round golden shield encrusted with fine glittering gemstones and various golden trinkets.

Over the large fire pit a number of animals where roasted, horse, goat and wild boar were being cooked and eaten all around the tent but I couldn't focus on the food that made my stomach growl for long as I saw a giant white mass move towards me with slow deliberate steps. The White Wolf. When it registered in my brain what stood before me I thought my life was at an end but instead of ripping my throat out as the wolf was famous for it instead stared at me with its blood red eyes before returning to its master.

It was then that I finally looked towards my captor, the Pale Khal, possibly the best fighter in Essos was....... A fourteen nameday old boy. With all the tales it's easy to forget that he was so young but despite his youth he was clearly a great warrior. He had a braid down to his hip and it was said that since he was freed by his previous Khal it had never been cut, for he had never been defeated.

I gazed upon his face, his handsome features only enhanced by the scars that littered his face. His ethereal pale skin was covered in scars as well, some from weapons, some from claws and fangs and many from whips. He sat upon his throne carved from dark wood not as a boy or just an accomplished warrior but as a Khal and it was hard to look away from his image as his dark eyes bore into my soul.

Feeling a strange shyness because of his gaze I looked away to either side of his throne. On the left was the giant skull of a dragon, it's maw open as if roaring and inside the skulls gaping mouth there was a roaring fire that cast the Khal in an imposing shadow. On the Khals left sat a group of women all tending to the Khals weapons and armour each of them content to serve their Khal.

Complete silence had fallen over the tent as everyone looked towards their Khal ready for him to decide my fate as was I. He stood from his throne and even two years younger than myself he towered over me and was taller than most of the Ko's in the tent. He gestured for something and one of his Ko's handed him a head.

"The War Hound of the East." He said in a gruff voice as he tossed the head at my feet

"Your father." He continued clearly expecting a reaction and when I looked upon my fathers face I knew he died in pain and I smiled as the pain from bruises he left on my body began to lessen and I looked up to my Khal and spoke my first word in hours.

"Fucker deserved it" I said simple to the laughter of many in the tent and I felt my stomach flip in nervousness as I saw a smile on the Khals face.

"Sit with me Qoni."

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( POV Jon Snow )

I looked at the woman beside me and fire burned in my chest. Sixteen name days old and she was beautiful, she had long dark brown hair, black eyes and the caramel skin of the Dothraki but Qoni was special, she had a wild beauty and it drew me to her. The Khalasar would expect me to make her my Khaleesi.

And I would.

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{ Authors Notes }

* The Weirwood Wolf *

Great fic totally unbiased opinion

So we have the first Khaleesi and yes there will be more, possibly including Daenerys don't know yet.

There was a time skip from the mountain to Qoni POV hope you didn't mind.

And he will use all the Valyrian steel later.

Hope you enjoyed.