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      37.Salt and Steel37.Salt and Steel

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      by Gladiusx Disclaimer: I don't own HP, GOT, or ASOIAF. Would have finished the last two properly if I had.Edited by Bub3loka 14th Day of the 11th Moon, 303 AC The Kraken's Daughter, Nagga's Hill Asha shifted her weight, and pain flared like fire up her right ankle. Her left leg had gone numb from standing too long, but the other was worse, smashed during the storm that sank most of her fleet and broke her pride in half. She clenched her jaw to tide her through the pain and leaned on her cane, breathing…
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      15.Queen Rhaella was his Mother15.Queen Rhaella was his Mother

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      by Gladiusx ? Jaime Lannister, outside the walls of Harrenhal They had twenty-one thousand men from the Westerlands and five thousand more from the Riverlands. The Riverlords' loyalty was shaky at best, but all of them had given hostages now tightly secured in Casterly Rock, so they had no choice but to send men to fight this Aegon Targaryen. A poor host, but this was everything Tommen could muster. He would have three thousand more, but someone had killed every single soul in the Twins. Now, the position of…
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      Epilogue-Return of SpringEpilogue-Return of Spring

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      by Gladiusx The winter that began at the tail end of the Year 303 After Aegon's Conquest was the coldest in recorded history. It was said that even in Dorne, stone would crack open from the fierce chill. The cruel cold lasted two and a half years, with only three to four warm moons of respite a year. The snow in the Riverlands has been said to reach thirty feet tall, collapsing the roofs over the heads of many of the surviving smallfolk who had yet to flee further south. From Starfall to Sunspear, the world was…
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      26.The Wolf and the Doe26.The Wolf and the Doe

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      by Gladiusx 4th Day of the 8th Moon, 303 AC Jon Stark His connection to Stormstrider had snapped, like a taut string cut clean by a sword. It was gone, but its echo lingered like the phantom feeling left after one lost a limb. He didn't even need to reach his senses out to know that Shireen had bonded with the purple drake. Jon suspected this could happen, but to see a bloodline link just steal his dragon before him was sobering. Judging by Stormstrider's defiant snarl when he reached out with his mind,…
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      Epilogue-A Tale of Snow and StormEpilogue-A Tale of Snow and Storm

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      by Gladiusx After the Red Spring ended and uneasy peace returned, the powers dominating Essos and Westeros had shifted. With Braavos and Pentos reduced to a shadow of their former self, and Volantis busy contending against the rising expansion of New Ghis in Slavers' Bay and beyond, only four forces contend for control of the Stepstones. The Myrish, who had devoured Tyrosh and a good chunk of the Disputed Lands. Lys, who struggled to deal with the encroaching Myrish advance on its own, the Stormlands under Edric…
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      5.Conversations5.Conversations

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      by Gladiusx Jon Snow He looked at the piece of metal in his hand with a grimace. It looked like a sword, but that was about it. The blade was slightly twisted, the edge uneven, and he had a feeling that it would most probably break after a dozen hard blows. At least he stopped getting cracks after quenching his work, if it could even be called that. It was not even an issue of craftsmanship but magic. Weaving magic into things often had unpredictable results. Iron and steel were particularly inert to magic,…
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      39.Tickling the Dragon39.Tickling the Dragon

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      by Gladiusx 18th Day of the 11th Moon, 303 AC The Light of the West, Casterly Rock "Lady Regent," came the reedy voice of a boy barely old enough to hold a sword, let alone summon her to anything of import. "The Small Council has convened. The Lord Hand asks if you mean to attend." Cersei turned her gaze upon him slowly, not hiding her distaste. It was a Lannister—or so they said. One of the lesser sorts. Tyland? Or was it Tylon? It hardly mattered. Another distant cousin from an endless line of distant…
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      16.Growing Bold16.Growing Bold

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      by Gladiusx 2nd Day of the 6th Moon, 303 ACSansa Stark The last day had been a blur; her thoughts drifted with the wind, and everything felt like a fleeting dream. After the meeting, Sansa patiently waited aside as Jon spoke to her granduncle. Having Ser Brynden Tully swear his service to him was a bold yet cunning move, which would only bolster Jon's legitimacy. The answers her brother promised were nearing. But… was he her brother? Or was he Aunt Lyanna's son as Barbrey had claimed? After her…
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      Epilogue-Of Sorrow and JoyEpilogue-Of Sorrow and Joy

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      by Gladiusx With the advent of the fourth century after Aegon's Conquest, men started moulding magic and metal once more. But unlike the elusive practices of the Freehold, where the guilds of spell-weavers and smiths worked together, this undertaking was started by a single man—Jon Stark the Third of His Name, the Lord of the North and King of Winter. While many decry him for his vile sorcery, cruel deeds and unnatural strength, I find his foray into metalworking far more interesting a topic. Even the greatest…
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      27.The Grand Northern Council27.The Grand Northern Council

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      by Gladiusx 5th day of the 8th Moon, 303 AC Jon Stark A dark-bronze wing lashed out, and Doren backed away quickly but not quickly enough to avoid being showered in snow. When the saddlemaker approached again, measuring tape in hand, Stormstrider growled at Jon. The king smacked his scaly snout with enough strength to snap the jaw shut. "Bare your fangs at me again, and I'll knock them down your gullet," Jon warned, voice glacial. The purple drake huffed at him all the same, chest swelling like a scaly…
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