A Multiversal Journey (GOT/ASOIAF)

Author here ~ First thing- My brain is filled with water and my test yesterday was disaster too, so bear with it if the chapter feels cringe.

Second - Power scaling is decided so,If we enter a new world, I will upload the power scaling above chapter like this comment.

Words~ 3,677

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277 AC. (Alaric is 15 now)

Dorne, Water Gardens.

The sun was blazing hot over the Dornish training yard, its golden rays dancing across the sandstone walls of Sunspear. The air shimmered with heat, but it didn't bother the two men standing in the center of the yard. Alaric, bare-chested with muscles glistening from sweat, stood across from Oberyn Martell, who twirled his spear with practiced ease.

"Ready to lose again, Oberyn?" Alaric called out, a smirk tugging at his lips. He held his own spear loosely in his hand, as though it were a toy rather than a weapon.

Oberyn scoffed, rolling his eyes. "You've been lucky so far, Alaric. Let's see how you fare against a real Dornishman using his true weapon."

The two men had sparred countless times before, with Alaric coming out on top every single time. But this was different. Alaric wasn't using his usual dual swords or the massive Warhammer he wielded as if it weighed nothing. Today, he had chosen to use a spear, Oberyn's weapon of choice. It was as if Alaric wanted to beat him at his own game.

"You talk a lot for someone who keeps ending up flat on his back," Alaric teased, spinning the spear in his hand with surprising grace.

"And you're arrogant for someone who has never fought a true spear master," Oberyn shot back, grinning as he took his stance.

The small crowd of Martell guards and servants gathered around the yard, eager to watch the match. They had seen Oberyn train before, but Alaric was a new kind of spectacle. The man from the North had a reputation for being unbeatable, his strength and skill unmatched.

Oberyn lunged first, his spear slicing through the air with deadly precision. Alaric sidestepped easily, his movements smooth and controlled. He didn't strike back right away, instead choosing to block and dodge, testing Oberyn's skills.

"You're quick," Alaric said, sounding almost bored. "But you'll have to do better than that."

Oberyn gritted his teeth, his pride refusing to let him back down. He attacked again, this time with a flurry of strikes aimed at Alaric's chest and legs. Each thrust was met with a casual deflection, Alaric's spear moving as if it had a mind of its own.

"You're not even trying!" Oberyn snapped, frustrated.

Alaric grinned, stepping back just out of range. "Why would I? You're making it too easy for me."

The crowd chuckled, and Oberyn's face flushed. He hated being toyed with, but deep down, he knew Alaric was holding back. The man was toying with him, like a cat playing with a mouse.

Oberyn shifted his grip on the spear and took a deep breath. He feinted left, then spun around to strike at Alaric's side. It was a move that had caught many opponents off guard before, but Alaric caught the spear mid-strike with one hand, stopping it cold.

"Nice try," Alaric said, his voice calm. With a twist of his wrist, he wrenched the spear out of Oberyn's hands and tossed it aside.

Before Oberyn could react, Alaric swung his own spear, stopping it inches from Oberyn's throat.

"You're dead," Alaric said with a grin, stepping back and planting the butt of the spear in the ground.

The crowd erupted into cheers and laughter, and Oberyn shook his head, a wry smile on his face.

"You're insufferable, you know that?" Oberyn said, picking up his fallen spear.

"And you're predictable," Alaric replied, leaning on his spear like it was a walking stick.

The two men stood there for a moment, catching their breath. Despite the outcome, Oberyn couldn't help but admire Alaric's skill. The man was a natural, even with a weapon he wasn't used to.

"You've beaten me again," Oberyn admitted, though his tone was light. "But I'll get you one day."

Alaric chuckled. "Maybe when I'm old and gray."

The two men walked over to a shaded corner of the yard, where a servant brought them chilled wine. They sat down, their banter continuing as if the fight had never happened.

"You know," Oberyn began, swirling his wine, "I've noticed something about you."

Alaric raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And what's that?"

"You've been visiting Dorne quite a lot lately," Oberyn said, his tone teasing. "And I don't think it's just for my company."

Alaric smirked, not bothering to deny it. "You're right. It's not."

Oberyn laughed, leaning back against the wall. "It's my sister, isn't it? Elia?"

Alaric didn't answer right away, but the slight flush on his cheeks gave him away.

"I knew it!" Oberyn exclaimed, pointing at him. "You're here for her!"

"And what if I am?" Alaric said, his voice steady. "She's… she's different. Kind. Strong. She doesn't look at me like I'm some monster."

Oberyn's expression softened. He knew what Alaric meant. The man's strength, his abilities—they were beyond anything most people could understand. It was easy to fear what you couldn't comprehend. But Elia had always been different.

"I approve," Oberyn said after a moment. "If she likes you and you make her happy, then you have my blessing."

Alaric looked at him, surprised. "You're not going to threaten me? Warn me to stay away?"

Oberyn grinned. "Why would I? If anyone's capable of protecting her, it's you. Besides, I've seen the way you look at her. You're not just here for fun, are you?"

Alaric shook his head. "No. She's… important to me."

The two men sat in comfortable silence for a while, the heat of the day slowly giving way to the coolness of the evening.

"You know," Oberyn said, breaking the silence, "you're not so bad for a Northerner."

"And you're not so bad for a Dornishman," Alaric replied with a smirk.

The friendship between the two men had grown strong over the months, forged through sparring matches, shared drinks, and endless teasing. And as the sun set over Sunspear, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink, it was clear that their bond would only grow stronger.

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The Dornish heat was relentless, but the shade of the orange trees in the Water Gardens provided a much-needed escape. The scent of citrus hung in the air, mingling with the faint mist from the fountains. Alaric and Elia sat together on the soft grass, the scenery around them calm and serene. Elia rested against his chest, feeling the strength of his body beneath her, while his fingers played gently with her dark, silky hair. His other hand rested on her exposed stomach, tracing light patterns that made her shiver.

For a long while, neither of them spoke. They just sat there, enjoying the peace and each other's company. But Elia seemed restless. Alaric noticed how her fingers kept fidgeting with the edge of her gown, her breathing uneven.

"Something on your mind?" Alaric asked, tilting his head slightly to look at her.

Elia hesitated, as if weighing her thoughts. Then, with a determined look, she turned to face him, her brown eyes locking onto his haunting metallic silver ones. The way his eyes shimmered in the sunlight always left her mesmerized, and it only strengthened her resolve.

Before Alaric could say anything more, she leaned in and kissed him. It was soft at first, hesitant, but then it grew deeper, full of all the emotions she had been holding back.

Alaric froze for a moment, caught off guard. But soon, he kissed her back, his hand sliding up to cup her cheek.

When Elia finally pulled back, her cheeks were flushed, her lips trembling slightly. "I like you," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Alaric blinked, still processing her sudden kiss. "I like you too," he said with a small smile. "But this feels… sudden. What brought this on?"

Elia sighed, leaning back a little but keeping her eyes on him. "My mother," she began, her tone serious. "She's been looking for a match for me. She told me that You have done well for yourself—that your influence is no less than that of a royal family. But she still believes the best match for me is Rhaegar Targaryen."

Alaric's smile faded slightly at the mention of Rhaegar, but he stayed quiet, letting her continue.

"If things don't work out with him, she said she'd consider you for marriage," Elia said, her tone carrying a mix of frustration and bitterness. "She said that while you have wealth and influence, the Targaryens are still kings. That real power lies with the Iron Throne."

She paused, her eyes searching his face for a reaction, but Alaric's expression remained calm, unreadable.

"I don't know what the future holds," Elia admitted. "I don't know if we can ever truly be together. But right now, you're here with me, and I want to be yours."

Alaric's heart skipped a beat at her words, but he didn't interrupt.

"I thought…" Elia hesitated, her voice trembling. "I thought if I became pregnant, my mother might change her mind. She wouldn't dare give me moontea if I were carrying your child. She'd have no choice but to accept us."

At her words, Alaric's face darkened. His hand stilled on her stomach, and his jaw tightened. "Dorne will truly burn in the flames of the sun it's so proud of if anyone dares harm my blood," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

Elia flinched at the sudden shift in his tone. She placed a gentle hand on his chest, trying to soothe him. "I was only joking," she said quickly. "My mother wouldn't harm my child. It would be her blood too, after all."

Alaric's metallic eyes softened a little, but the anger in them didn't fully fade. "No one can take anything from me," he said firmly. "You don't have to worry about being forced into marriage with anyone else. If anyone tries to come between us, their family will end before they even realize what's happening."

Elia stared at him, startled by the intensity of his words. But she also felt a strange sense of comfort in his protectiveness.

"The real question," Alaric continued, his voice quieter now, "is whether you truly want to be with me."

"I do," Elia said without hesitation. But before she could say more, Alaric held up a hand to stop her.

"I need to be honest with you," he said, his tone serious. "You… you strike a chord in me. Your smile, your kindness, the way you carry yourself—it all makes my heart flutter in a way I didn't think was possible. But…"

Elia's brow furrowed. "But what?"

"But I'm not a faithful man," Alaric admitted, his voice steady but tinged with regret. "I've already been with Sarah and Sereyna, and I know there will be more women in my life in the future."

Elia's expression darkened, her lips pressing into a thin line. She pulled away from him slightly, her arms crossing over her chest. "What a waste," she said coldly.

Alaric blinked, taken aback by her sudden shift in mood. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I opened my heart to you," Elia said, her voice rising with anger. "I told you how I felt, how much I care about you. I'm willing to defy my mother, to run away with you if I have to. And this is how you respond? By telling me I'd just be another one of your women?"

"Elia, listen to me—"

"No!" she snapped, cutting him off. "Is that all I am to you? The daughter of a Lord Paramount, nothing more than a 'side lover' in your eyes?"

Alaric sighed, running a hand through his hair. "You can ask me for anything else," he said. "I can give you anything you want. I can make you the queen of the Free Cities. I can even give you the Iron Throne itself. But marriage… that's not something I can promise you."

Elia's eyes narrowed. "You think you can distract me with promises of power? Like I'm some little girl who can be easily swayed?"

"I'm not trying to deceive you," Alaric said, his tone firm. "I'm being honest with you. If you agree to be with me without marriage, I'll give you the moon and the stars."

Elia stared at him for a moment, then smirked, her anger turning into mockery. "The moon and the stars, huh? Alright, bring it to me."

Alaric blinked, confused. "What?"

"You said you'd give me the moon and the stars," Elia said, crossing her arms. "I won't burden you with all of them. Just bring me one star, and I'll agree."

"Are you serious?" Alaric asked, his brow furrowing.

"Of course," Elia replied with a straight face. "You're the one who made the promise, after all."

Alaric stared at her, unsure if she was being serious or mocking him.

"I know what kind of man you are," Elia continued. "You'll never be able to keep yourself tied to just one woman. I've accepted that. In Dorne, it's common for men in power to have lovers, and my mother made sure to educate me on that."

"But!" Elia interrupted, her voice firm. "I've only ever loved you. You're the only man I've ever opened my heart to. So I expect at least one thing from you—marriage."

Alaric's eyes softened as he looked at her.

"If you can't bring me a star," Elia said with a smirk, "then you'll have to marry me. And when you do, we'll elope. Your main business is in Essos anyway."

Alaric chuckled, despite himself. "You're unbelievable."

"I was going to seduce you and after you slept with me, guilt-trip you into marrying me," Elia admitted, her cheeks flushing. "But your confession threw me off track."

Alaric reached out, pulling her back into his arms. "You're cunning, Elia. I'll give you that."

"And you're stubborn," she said, resting her head against his chest.

They sat there in silence for a moment, the tension between them easing.

"Just give me two weeks," Alaric finally said. His face revaling a grin. "And you will have your star."

"Are you serious?" Now it was Elia's turn to ask , her expression incredulous.

"No, I am Alaric." He said as he planted a kiss on her forehead. "Just wait for two weeks." He said as he stood up to leave.

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Alaric never thought Elia would agree so quickly. He had expected more resistance, more of a game of wits, but her request left him amused. She wanted a star? Most men would find it impossible, but Alaric wasn't just any man. If bringing back a star was the price of her love, it was a price he could pay easily.

After leaving the Water Gardens, Alaric flew a safe distance away, far from any prying eyes. He summoned a clone, a perfect replica of himself, to stay behind and return to the North to handle matters there. Meanwhile, he prepared for what he considered a simple task—fetching a star.

Alaric closed his eyes and activated his dimensional travel ability. A moment later, he stepped into his private domain, a world he had named the Scientific Resource World.

[Resource world pic]

This was no ordinary realm. It was a mechanical wonder, modeled after a ringworld from Halo, a colossal construct circling a star. It served as his personal laboratory, arsenal, and factory. Here, he could create and modify anything his heart desired, from the smallest gadget to planetary weapons.

The centerpiece of this realm was the Arc of Creation, a massive spaceship that dwarfed anything in the known universe. It was capable of destroying or restoring entire solar systems with a single shot. However, today, Alaric didn't need the Arc. He approached one of its smaller ships, sleek and compact yet powerful beyond measure.

[Arc of creation]

[Small ship]

"These ships are equipped with compression technology," Alaric murmured to himself, running a hand over the ship's smooth, metallic surface. "Perfect for celestial bodies."

The compression technology allowed the ship to reduce the size of celestial objects—planets, stars, even black holes—into manageable containers without affecting their properties. It was inspired by the same technology featured in Men in Black, where entire galaxies were shrunk into small trinkets. Alaric hadn't quite reached the level of compressing galaxies yet, but he was confident he'd get there someday.

He entered the ship and powered it up. The hum of its engines filled the air as it lifted off the ground. A moment later, it zipped out of the ringworld and into the vastness of space.

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It took Alaric two days to locate a suitable neutron star. Neutron stars were incredibly dense and small compared to regular stars, making them perfect for compression. After careful calculations, he brought the ship close to the star, its golden glow illuminating the darkness of space.

"Time to work," Alaric said, grinning.

The ship's compression beam activated, enveloping the star in a field of energy. Slowly but surely, the star began to shrink, its massive size reduced to something that could fit into the palm of a hand. Once the process was complete, the star was placed inside a specially designed container—a transparent glass-like sphere that held a separate dimensional space within.

The sphere shimmered with the faint glow of the neutron star, its light dancing inside like a tiny sun. Alaric held it in his hand, admiring his work.

"One down," he said.

But he wasn't done yet. On his way back, he decided to collect some additional materials for future projects. He located two Earth-sized planets and used the ship's compression technology to reduce them into two sleek, two-meter-long slabs. The slabs had a metallic sheen and were astronomically dense and strong, their weight still equivalent to their original planetary mass.

"These will do nicely," Alaric said, storing the slabs in his pocket dimension.

The slabs would be the foundation for a new project: weapons similar to Mjolnir, Thor's hammer from the Marvel universe. The only challenge would be finding a suitable power source. Mjolnir contained a living storm sealed inside it by Odin, and Alaric knew he couldn't settle for anything less. He mused about sealing a massive elemental spirit or even a miniature star inside the weapons, but for now, the project would have to wait.

The slabs' sheer weight posed another problem. Each one weighed 5.97 sextillion tons, the same as an uncompressed Earth. Alaric would need to constantly supply magic to make them weightless for himself until he found a permanent solution.

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With his treasures secured, Alaric returned to the world of Westeros. He landed in a secluded area near Dorne, the neutron star's container glowing softly in his hand.

He took a moment to inspect the star once more, ensuring everything was in perfect condition. The sphere was warm to the touch, radiating a gentle heat, and the light inside seemed almost alive.

"Let's see what Elia has to say about this," he muttered, a smirk playing on his lips.

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Back at the Water Gardens, Elia was sitting by the fountain, her thoughts racing. She had meant her challenge as a way to push Alaric, to test his resolve and maybe even stall for time. After all, no man could bring her a star. It was impossible.

But this was Alaric. He wasn't like anyone else she had ever met. Deep down, she knew he wouldn't back down from her challenge. She just didn't expect him to return so quickly.

When Alaric walked into the gardens, holding the glowing sphere in his hand, Elia's jaw dropped.

"What… what is that?" she stammered, standing up.

Alaric smirked and held the sphere out to her. "You wanted a star, didn't you?"

Elia hesitated, her eyes wide with disbelief. She reached out and touched the sphere, feeling its warmth. The light inside flickered, almost as if it were responding to her touch.

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"This… this is real?" she whispered.

"As real as it gets," Alaric said, his tone smug. "That's a neutron star, compressed into this little sphere. You asked for a star, and I delivered."

Elia stared at him, her emotions a whirlwind. She didn't know whether to be awed, terrified, or overwhelmed. No one should be able to do that.

"You're… unbelievable," she finally said, her voice shaking.

"I told you, Elia," Alaric said, stepping closer. "There's nothing I can't do for you. Now, does this mean I've passed your test?"

Elia looked at him, her lips trembling. She had tried to challenge him, to force his hand, but he had gone above and beyond anything she could have imagined.

"Yes," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "You've passed."

Alaric grinned and pulled her into his arms, the sphere still glowing softly in his hand.

"Do you not suspect I am lying to you?" Alaric asked.

"I do think it's a dream, but since you were willing to be honest with me regarding other woman, I don't think you will lie about this."She replied.

"Plus, this thing does look like a star, white it's blue glow, though I thought they will be smaller."

"But maybe we see stars so small because they are high about us in the sky which makes a star large enough to fill a hand look like a dot." Elia pondered.

Hearing her, Alaric laughed. "Hahahahahahahahahaha Wait before you come to conclusion, I have a lot of things to show you." Alaric said as he embraced her.

As the two of them stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, the neutron star's light bathed them in a soft, blue glow. It was a moment neither of them would ever forget—a moment that marked the beginning of a new chapter in their lives.