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Sothoryos XVII

Under a tree with pink flowers, Jon sat quietly meditating. His hair had now grown to reach his shoulders. He had a braid on one side of his face, with a small multi-colored pearl tied to it. The style of his clothing remained the same, but where it was once green, it was now blue and dark blue. His height was a little larger, while his muscle growth was noticeable, especially in his shoulders.

These changes were not unusual after more than a year living with the Elves. Jon had grown, both physically and mentally. He was able to learn the true language, and thanks to living so much with the elves, he was now quite fluent in that language, even stopping using common language to speak with the elves.

He had learned a lot from the elves, but especially from three people: Caelyb, who teaches him magic; Ysiel Moonlight, who teaches him true language, etiquette and some politics; Mardrack Darkheart, who taught him swordplay and trained him physically. These three were his main teachers. But, honestly speaking, Jon learned from everyone, even children.

Now, in his current state, he was finishing forming his magical center, or more simply called, core. Magic was more complicated than he thought. Caelyb told him that many, most individuals outside of the elves, used external energies to use magic. These external energies came from the gods, when a connection was formed. To obtain this power, one had to offer something to a god: a promise, part of your vital essence, sacrifices, offerings, among other things. In that way, you started the connection.

His case was different, since he was not part of the elves, who obtained power from the brother gods thanks to their promises. Actually, he could make a promise or give something, but he did not want to, he did not feel good doing that. For that reason, Caelyb trained him in personal energy. But he seems to exercise spells of greater range and power, he needed to increase his personal energy, little by little. And the first step to enter a new stage was to form a core.

But what was the core exactly?

It was the metaphysical crystallization of personal energy condensed into a single point, the heart. One had to slowly concentrate personal energy into a single point, without damaging the already established circulation. It was quite complicated and took time. Jon had been doing that for a year, just a couple of months after he started learning magic. And now, he was finally completing it.

And yes, creating the core brought benefits: improved magic power, faster casting speed, and a higher density of personal energy. In short, more fuel, which would generate more power and speed.

After hours of the final parts, Jon finally opened his eyes. He let out a small sigh before smiling, not only at his progress on the path of magic, but also at the system's pop-up window.

[The path has opened].

 [The user's magical advancement has opened the way to a higher place].[Constant training (magic, sword, body) has yielded impressive results].[You can no longer call yourself a simple knight. You are now something more, something you have achieved without the resources of the system].

[Knight ➡ Magic Swordsman].

[Magic Swordsman: You are someone capable of using magic and sword techniques together. Your sword brings with it the fury of the elements].

[Special Skill - Elemental Slash: Imbues your sword with a specific element, thus increasing its power].

Jon smiled even more strongly. His effort had been worth it, totally. With a thought, he opened his status, as he had not seen it for a while. In fact, he had barely used the system. He simply used it for storage.

Name: Jaehaerys "Jon" Targaryen.

Age: 14.

Rank: Bronze.

Path: Magic Swordsman.

 Strength: C

Agility: C

Endurance: B

Dexterity: C

Mind: C

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Special Traits:

[Targaryen Blood]

▪ Minor resistance to fire.

▪ Greater affinity with dragons.

▪ Affinity towards blood magic and fire magic.

[Blood of the First Men]

▪ Skinchanger.

▪ Greater affinity with wolves.

[Special Abilities]

▪ Defender's Blade: Increases the damage of your attacks while you're protecting an ally.

▪ Elemental Slash: Imbues your sword with a specific element, thus increasing its power.

"Hmm... so I kept my knight skill. I don't feel like I've been using it though," Jon thought with a bit of curiosity.

"Maybe I should try doing some quests? That way, I could earn merit points, to increase my rank in the system, and thus, have more difficult quests, but with much more useful rewards," Jon thought carefully. He knew that he shouldn't rely too much on the system, as that could be his downfall. If anything, the things in the system should be his supplementary power, something secondary to his own personal power. Those were his thoughts.

"Also, if I recall correctly, in order to increase my rank to silver, I must have completed twelve quests; ten in my rank and two above my rank. I already did one, when I came here a year ago. I also have one merit point and all my attributes at rank C or higher. I would just need to do more quests to rank up and be able to choose a new special ability."

Jon thought for a moment, before deciding to get up and walk inside. The small garden with a pink flower tree, was part of the space that Caelyb had provided for him within the palace. Inside his room, the sunlight was softly streaming in. He took a chair near a table, so he could sit down. He took a white jar and poured some lemon water and honey into a glass. Then, he summoned a book and a quill and ink, so he could write. Soon, he began to write slowly and carefully, wanting the content to look neat and tidy.

What he was doing was his little hobby since he started his life with the Elves. Jon was creating a book, a kind of encyclopedia about the world. He wanted to make one for each place he visited on his journey back to Westeros.

The name of his first book?

The great adventure: Sothoryos.

The knowledge he wrote came from everything he learned. But also thanks to the mission he completed several months ago, the herb collector, where he obtained the Knowledge of the World I.

And speaking of missions, he also completed the snake hunt. The sword he received as a reward was beautiful and impressive. A flexible purple sword. It was a weapon that did not need a sheath, since it could be placed around the waist, as if it were a belt.

 As for the Knowledge of the World I that he obtained upon arriving in the land of the elves, it gave Jon knowledge, especially regarding races. He learned about the Dwarves, who lived in Ulthos, having created kingdoms within the mountains; the Deep Ones, who were a race of worshipers of a God in the depths of the sea, an evil, deformed and disgusting God. There were also the Merfolk, where the mermaids and mermen entered; it was rare for them to go up to the surfaces, and they were definitely far from the Deep Ones, of which they were enemies.

Jon understood dragons better, especially the True Dragons. They were a race created by the dragon gods. The latter, created in the likeness and to be the closest to the gods, while the former (normal dragons) as creatures to serve the True Dragons.

The hierarchy of the race and those who descended from them would be like this: True Dragons, dragons, Wyverns and all other dragon-like beasts, with the first being the strongest and most intelligent. In fact, within the True Dragons, there was one that held the title of Ancient Dragon, which was the longest-lived and most powerful. In this case, the King of Heaven being the current Ancient Dragon.

But, despite his curiosity about dragons, there was one race that caught his attention the most: the dwarves. From what the Knowledge of the World I said, they were a humanoid race that, at most, measured one meter thirty. They were grumpy and fighters, but they loved to party and forge things. The life expectancy of a dwarf was a little higher than that of a human, being able to reach 150 years. And while the Elves worshiped the sun and the moon, the dwarves did so with the earth.

 They were the closest thing to humans, and apparently, rude bastards who didn't mince words. They were extremely direct when it came to speaking.

As he wrote, Jon had a happy smile on his face. He was truly happy living with the elves, and even though he would have to leave them at some point, it didn't bother him. He didn't feel sad about it either. He had learned to live better, to let go of all the things that bothered him.

. . .

After a couple of hours of writing quietly, Jon closed the book and put it away, just in time for the door to his room to open.

"Jon!!" a joyful cry was heard. It was a girl with silver hair and eyes, who had entered raising her hands, holding what looked like two hats. She was wearing a simple white dress and sandals. She had a nice bag around her shoulder, which seemed to have something similar to straw in it.

 "Lorela..." Jon smiled at the girl, who happily approached as she handed him one of the hats, which was half finished.

"Let's finish the straw hats!!" Lorela squealed excitedly, as she dragged Jon to the garden outside. He just sighed quietly. Lorela was someone he met when his training with Mardrack began. It was surprising to see that the cheerful girl was his daughter and, even more surprising, the daughter of Ysiel Moonlight. Yes, that quiet and almost expressionless woman was the wife of the giant, muscular elf.

As an additional fact, Lorela did not have a last name. Elves, in a way, earned their last names. It was a kind of ceremony when they reached an age of maturity, after a hundred years.

Little Lorela was only fifteen years old. Yes, she was older than Jon, but she looked and acted like a five-year-old girl.

A few weeks ago, Lorela had arrived with a lot of straw to make hats. Jon couldn't deny the little girl's bright smiles. So they both spent hours sitting, using straw to knit matching hats.

His was rougher, a little uglier than Lorela's.

"Jon... Do you have to go?"

"Mm?" Jon raised an eyebrow as he stopped his hands, so he could look at Lorela, who had a slightly sad expression. He smiled at her before ruffling her hair.

"There's still a little time, Lorela. Don't worry. It'll be about three moons before I leave."

"Still... it's not long... I'm going to miss you a lot."

"Me too, me too..." Jon murmured, looking slightly up at the leaves of the world tree.

"You have to spend more time with me!"

"You know I can't spend all my time with you, princess. I have to keep up with my training. Plus I have duties to your father."

"I'll ask my father not to force you to accompany him on expeditions outside the kingdom."

"Please don't do that. Mardrack will turn my training into a complete hell."

"Dad isn't that bad."

"I never said he was. But he's tough when it comes to training and the lives of his soldiers. Plus, I want to go on expeditions. It's experience I gain with every battle against the stinking men."

Lorela pouted as she resumed her hand movements. However, she soon stopped and looked back at Jon.

"Jon, let me braid you again."

"Another one? Isn't the one I already have enough? Plus, you wanted to finish the hat, right?"

"It's okay, I've gotten further than you. You're too slow!"

 "Uh..." Jon looked at his hat, then at Lorela's. And yes, it was much prettier and almost complete. Finally, he sighed a little and nodded. The girl positioned herself next to Jon, kneeling as she began braiding Jon's dark hair.

Despite his initial misgivings about braids, Jon didn't mind too much. It was these moments that made him feel calm and happy. He was willing to take advantage of every second he had left in the elven realm.

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