Dawn Of Heroes The First Roman

I have updated this chapter along with the others under the same name, all spelling mistakes have been corrected and new paragraphs added to help. it is now more readable then before which I do apologise for as it was one of my original first works but I have improved in my later projects and chapters.

I found it hard to go back to, because it was so old and full of mistakes that made it undesirable to do but managed to do it, Chapters ! to 7 except 4 which is establishment of the city's architecture and intricacy's along with Roman units (Legions).

The next couple of chapters I will work on, all the way up to the recent chapters of the fic.

I had to delete them all but i'll be adding them back in very shortly.

Notible rework and changes included the R'hllor in Chapter 6 as before I called them the red Priests or red Army. A well as changing the speech given by Michael.

This is a Fic inspired by Eagles of Westeros by BrotherCaptianSheperd before he took it down stating that he will change it a bit before reposting it.

This Fic will feature Modern and ancient cultures that you might know of. I will be taking characters and features from history as well as my favourite game Total war Rome 2 so expect to meet people and places based on historical events in my own way.

This will be my third Fic I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 1 Death, meeting gods and rebirth

Michael Vicarion is an 18 year old British college student who has always been a gentlemen and man of his word who does not shy away from a challenge or a fight so it didn't come as a surprise that it leads to his death by pushing a girl from his college out of the way of an incoming Truck.

With his life flashing before his eyes from His family and friends to his first fight and kiss he had expected to go to some heavenly paradise in the clouds but for our young hero 7 entities had other plans for him.

Floating in a sea of darkness until a beacon of light engulfs him landing him on a marble floor in the middle of a 7 pointed star with 7 figures at their represented thrones.

Waking up from his death experience he finds himself in a large marble room complete with columns upon analysing he know he notices that he is being watch by 7 individuals each on their throne of where each of the large star is points are pointing at.

"Michael Vicarion" spoke a large faceless figure from end of the room in a fatherly tone

"Yes?" Michael spoke with as much confidences as he could muster in front of these opposing figures but couldn't help but shake before this imposing beings that stood like titans before his small form that could be compared to an ant at their size.

"We are the seven those that you know from Westeros" Spoke the leader from the end of the room as he stood at the front or the top of the star, an air of authority emenated off of him as he stared Michael down.

He was flanked by a face woman to his left who held a nurturing air around her that made him feel safe.

On his right was being garbed in armour wielding a large sword that was planted into the ground before him, Power radiated off of this armoured titan.

Turning around he looked to his right and saw a muscular man wielding a large smithing hammer in both of his hands.

Beside him was another faceless woman except she had a robe over her body and a hood covering her faceless face, in her hands was large lantern that contained an ever burning sun within it's container.

Twisting his head as he looked in the opposite direction he saw a young woman with an hourglass figure, a sense of unnatural attraction compelled him to marvel at her but he was knocked out of his trance by an unearthly cold and unfeeling air that washed over him.

Turning his head to the source he saw the final and far more imposing being out of the 6 other's.

At the bottom or end of the stair that he sat in the middle of was an dark void where all light and warmth was being sucked into, and stand before, towering over all the other titans was a dark figure with a cloak wrapped around it's form.

Michael was shock that these figures were the gods from his favourite TV show Games of Thrones the main Religion that all those except for the north worshiped.

"We have watched you for a long time and have deemed that we need you to save world from threats that seek to destroy all that we have created" Spoke a female figure in a motherly voice as she stood next to the authoritarian being.

"Why me? Out of everyone in the world those with more experience than I why pick Me?" Michael said, he was just an average guy. Nothing special or abnormal about him, he wasn't gifted or talented, just an average Joe making his way through life.

"Because unlike those who have been trained to follow orders and have hardened their hearts to not let it govern them into making mistakes that would risk the mission instead of saving innocent civilians. You however have stood up for those who could not fight and have always sacrifice yourself for the good of others." The large figure before him spoke with Authority in his voice and an air of power that had Micheal feel like he was standing before a court.

"You have also never let your desires rule you in doing what is right you also hold so much love and kindness in your heart" another female figure who appeared younger then her two other compatriots spoke with love and admiration in voice, Michael couldn't help but be entranced by her voice.

"you seek knowledge from both present and past. I do believe Roman culture and civilization was your favourite key subject" a female figure spoke in an old and worn tone of voice that held wisdom behind it as she held her lantern further up before her shining the bright sun down upon him.

"But what should I call you people do you even have names?" spoke Michael with curiosity, as he didn't know how to address this beings other then their known titles in George Martians Game of thornes.

"We have been called by many names but you may call us what you like" a figure in shadows spoke from the last part of the room, his voice hallowed and raspy as it echoed In his ears.

Thinking of names name's to identify them by he remember old names of Deities that would best describe them.

Names belonging to gods and goddess in an ancient and powerful civilization long ago that conquered the known world at the time.

Pointing towards the leading male figure he said to him "I will call you Jupitar after the roman king of the gods because as I can see that you are the leader of this council."

As he finish naming the father Jupitar the god took on the appearance of man grab in Roman robes with a long white beard to match is long white hair who was wielding his scales in one hand and a golden staff in the other.

Turning the goddess known the mother he named her Juno and just like that she took on the appearance of the roman queen of the gods as she stood beside the Father.

Continuing to name each god that took on the form of the figures named by him.

The Warrior became Mars a middle age man wearing roman armour with complete shield and sword.

The Smith became Vulcan a middle age man wear roman robes while wielding a massive hammer.

The Maid became Venus a young woman wears red silk robes.

The crone became Minerva a beautiful woman in her prime wielding a spear and shield.

And finally the Stranger was named Pluto a man in roman black robes wielding forked spear, though human he still looked a bit grim, like Hades in Clash of the Titans as his robes flowed in the invisable wind like dark wisps.

With each of the seven named he had asked "what is it that you want me to do and who will I be Fighting to protect your world from?".

With a soft voice the Crone/ Minerva answered "The Lord of light follower's that seek to destroy our religion and people. Cersei Lannister who you know would destroy the seven kingdoms in order for power and lust. The Dothraki and those of the east who will sack, pillage and plunder the lands for everything that they have and finally the wildlings and White walkers of the North that will destroy this very world if they don't destroy each other that is" she listed off each of the series major protagonists and their factions who's goal throughout the entire series is death and conquest of all of westeros.

"I can't do this alone. I will need help if I am to stop these threats from bringing destruction to every corner of your world" Michael told the seven, as he knew in the world of Westeros a good sword can only do so much in the politics of Kinglanding.

Cutthroats in every corner, garbed in the skins of so called noble men and ladies of the south who would sell you out in a heart beat if it meant gaining some small slither of power and standing above anyone else.

If he was to make in that world, he need more then just powers and skills… he needed a backing of some sorts to stay alive.

With small laughter the crone answered "you won't be alone as we have prepared everything for you. When we send you to westeros there will be a horde of people waiting for you to lead them after you are done with your training with us. We also will give you gifts and our blessing."

So it was that Michael asked each of the gods and goddess for the gifts that he will receive.

The crone gifted Michael all of the Knowledge of modern to roman age culture, laws, warfare, weapons and inventions including knowledge of how to forge Valyrian steel. And ancient and powerful light weight metal that can make indestrucable weapons, the ways of making the highly desired metals was lost during the Doom in which the series of volcano's surrounding the provence of Valyia erupted and destoryed the great empire along with all of it's dragons save for the Targaryens that fled before the great event.

Owning such weapon make from the priceless material afforded one great prestige amoung his others, not to mention that said weapon was more shaper then any weapon any self proclaimed black smith could make, able to easily cut through steel and iron like a knife through butter.

The Smith gifted Michael Indestructible roman weapons and armour made of Valyrian steel complete with mask that attaches to his helmet. It was a full bodied Lorica segmentata that covered the chest, shoulders and down to the abdomen where flaps extended down from and around the waist, where from underneath them a pair of brown trousers hugged the legs with the shin guards shielding the front of both legs. The Helmet or Galea was a typical roman Legionnaire helmet but designed for Centurions/ Roman officers with a crest holder sprouting at the top with a traditional brush of horse hair at the top of the half circular crown but was separated into sections by metal bridges that cut them off from the rest of the hairs, a metal mask with a face that shield the wearson on face attached to the helmet, two slit holes were located where the eye's were.

The warrior gifted him a strong physical form that will not become tired so easily than the average man, and through rigorous discipline made more enduring then a horse.

The maid gifted him fertile lands and good health to him and his people, meaning they would not die so easily from natural disease of the land.

The Father gifted him Unquestionable loyalty from his people.

The mother gifted him land that will protect him and his people settle, natural surrounding terrain to build onto and around like many of the great houses who used the location and the resources it gave to build a great stronghold to rule and defend themselves from.

The stranger Gifted him with Resources from the terrain that never run out for a 1000 years, the city or territory he builds will last for countless generation to thrive upon.

With all of his gifts received the gods began his training.

-Timeskip-

For what felt like a few years Michael had left an impression on the seven gods as they saw him as one of their own.

The father and mother saw him as their son.

The maid, smith and warrior saw him as their brother but that didn't stop the maid from sometimes flirting with him.

The crone had come to respect him for his intellect by battling her in games of wits.

Finally the stranger saw him as a friend that wasn't afraid of him for what he is.

It was time for him to leave and save their world they gave him directions on where to go and who to see. With final farewell he enter the world of Game of Thrones.

-In the world of Westeros-

Deep in the forest at night a young man and a woman were being held by a group of bandits after trying to return to their people that were waiting for them.

"Hey boy's we should have fun with girly here before get under way" said one the bandits in fur clothing. With shouts of approval a few from the group began to advance on bound woman but before they could even touch her a scream of bloody murder rang through their camp.

Turning to the source of the disturbance they saw one of their on the ground bleeding from a stab wound to the chest.

Turning towards the man who did they saw an armoured man with a large shield with a short sword and a metal mask attach to his helmet that masking his face from those to see what he looks like.

Charging at the armoured knight to take revenge for their fallen comrade only for it to be fruitless as their blades broke and bent when they struck his armour and shield as well as being sliced flawlessly with his short roman sword that cut and pierced easily through their clothes and bodies.

With the final bandit slain he turn his attention to the captives who were amazed from the site of a single armoured man taking down a group of bandits but then it turned to fear as their unknown savour began to advance onto them.

Michael had dealt with the bandits and proceeded to the captive individuals who expressions turn to fear. Trying to ease the situation he spoke in a soft voice "you have no need to fear I have dealt with those mongrels."

Slightly less fearful of him then they originally were they let him remove the ropes that bounded them, they rubbed the sore rope markings on their wrists before they got up from the ground and asked "who are you Sir?"

Though they cannot see their saviour's face as the metal mask shielded his visage, they noted the pair of golden eye's starring at them from the eye holes in the mask. After a few seconds the stranger replied "I am Michael Vicarion and I am simply doing what is right."

Shocked by the revelation of who saved them they got down to their knees and spoke "my lord we have been waiting for you as the seven has foretold you coming and we were coming back from trading our goods for food when we were set upon by this monsters"

Amazed with how lucky he was in finding two of his followers after repair their carriage he rode with them to their home that the seven made for them.

The journey soon brought him to a clearing were he saw an entire city full of people in tents surrounded by the natural defences of mountains and rivers, once the people that he had recently found out were siblings explain who he was every one look at him like he was prophet.

They immediately bowed their heads to the ground before him, kneeling to him like he was their god that descended down to earth.

After explain who he was and why he was sent here, he'd started to organise his people, teaching them, training them, and aiding them in their construction of their new home Roma.

It was said Rome wasn't built in a day and just like those from his world it was completed in a year, the city was rich and Prosperous from Gold and silver mines within the multiple mountains surrounding it as well as fresh water flowing through the aqueducts that came from mountain.

All in all its people thrived and prospered however they could not continue to go unnoticed for much longer.

I hope enjoyed it.

Again I got my inspiration form Eagles of Westeros before it was removed but I hope the Author bring it back again.