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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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      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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      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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      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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      40.The Third Slayer40.The Third Slayer

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      by Gladiusx 18th Day of the 11th Moon, 303 AC Jaime Lannister, The Golden Tooth The command room was as quiet as a funeral. Even the crackling hearth had gone silent at some point, and with it, warmth slowly gave way to chill. Yet Jaime was still here, huddled over the great oaken table, and his gaze was fixed on the map as if it would show him a way to victory. It didn't. He had heard a dozen suggestions, scores of ideas, each less feasible than the last. The defeat at Chesford had broken them. There, knights…
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      Epilogue-the Queen of Love and BeautyEpilogue-the Queen of Love and Beauty

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      by Gladiusx While Wyman Manderly was said to be the King's right hand, the Queen would be his left. It was as rare as it was unexpected for a monarch to entrust his wife with any of the duties of ruling, let alone the fierce warrior known as the Demon of Winterfell. Yet despite the naysayers, this daring move paid off. Shireen Stark was just and fair like her father before. But unlike Stannis, she made many a friend and was beloved by smallfolk and nobles of the…
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      28.Smoke and Mirrors28.Smoke and Mirrors

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      by Gladiusx 8th Day of the 8th Moon, 303 AC Jon Stark Torrhen was heaving like a horse after a race, misty puffs escaping his mouth one after another. Two mornings had passed since his squire had begun running in full armour. While tired to the bone, not a word of complaint left his lips. Jon estimated it was one part pride and four parts pure stubbornness. Pride or not, persistence was respectable, if not always for the right reasons. Still, if stubbornness could be aimed properly, it became a boon, not a…
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      by Gladiusx 22nd Day of the 11th Moon, 303 AC Daenerys Targaryen, Outside Golden Tooth War was a dull affair. Not only was it dull, but it was slow, dragging through the mud like an old swine. The decision to take the war to the Westerlands had been made moons ago. Moons that it took the army to march through rain-soaked roads, ferry supplies, and carefully scout ahead. Pesky problems like arranging patrols, foraging, counting grain, and even organising the marching columns never seemed to end. A grand total…
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