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      48.Aftermath48.Aftermath

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      by Gladiusx None of the Lords in Aegon's army survived the Second Field of Fire, and only the fortunate men-at-arms and knights at the outer encampment managed to flee into the snowy hills. None could say how many of them survived the harsh onset of winter long enough to return home. According to the local scribes, Dorne sent fifteen thousand spears to aid Aegon, and a few hundred barely managed to return, half frozen and nearly starved to death. While some witnesses argued that the King of Winter used fire sorcery…
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      47.The Fire that Burns against the Cold47.The Fire that Burns against the Cold

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      by Gladiusx The Young Queen The piece of ice flickered almost gold and red in the dying flames of the torches as it swung at her neck so quickly that Shireen's eyes struggled to follow. TING! The sword jerked away from her neck; the keening wail lingered in the air like a dirge as the ground between her and the Night King exploded in frost and stone. She felt the shrapnel bounce off her brigandine, and painful jolts ran through her feet and gloved hands, shielding her face. The Night King had retreated a…
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      47.Far from Home47.Far from Home

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      by Gladiusx 3rd Day of the 11th MoonSansa Stark In barely half a year, so many things had changed. Knights and princes and kings had somehow… lost their lustre. The blatant disrespect Robert Baratheon showed towards his wife was… unexpectedly jarring. The king's wishes were law, and Sansa didn't think of it then, but now she had time to reflect. Being neither a queen nor wed to a prince or a gallant knight looked as appealing anymore. Sansa couldn't help but notice that Myrcella had not mentioned her mother…
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      47.Fairest Stars in the Night47.Fairest Stars in the Night

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      by Gladiusx 29th of May 1993, SaturdayJuno It was a pleasant late spring day, and the sun shone bright enough to break apart the clouds. The Hogwarts grounds were flush with students milling around or resting in the shade of trees or columns. With the final exams nearing, many had brought their textbooks and notes, studying feverishly. "Why do you bother with Astronomy?" Padma asked. "Didn't you take your O.W.L. for it?" "I did. But I am still attending the second-year exams anyway," she said. "What about…
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      46.The King is Dead46.The King is Dead

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      by Gladiusx 23rd day of the 10th MoonThe Master of Laws The seed is strong. Jon Arryn's last words echoed ominously in his head. He didn't think much of it when Pycelle had said it, but the phrase just couldn't get out of his mind. The flickering candlelight barely illuminated the old, yellowed pages of The Lineages and Histories of the Great Houses of the Seven Kingdoms. There was nothing of interest or surprise in the long-winded record of histories as far as Renly could tell. The whole thing was…
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      46.Interlude-Back to School46.Interlude-Back to School

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      by Gladiusx The first months of 1993Amelia Bones "I decided to apply out of concern for the children and the school, not because I want to fight or scheme, headmaster Dumbledore," Amelia had said. "I do not want to hear of, let alone join, any borderline illegal associations. My elder brother and father did, and it only got them an early grave. Frankly, I don't trust you, especially after last year's fiasco with Petrov and Quirrell's death." The old warlock didn't seem offended; on the contrary, the twinkle in…
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      46.Falling Darkness, Waning Hope46.Falling Darkness, Waning Hope

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      by Gladiusx 2nd Day of the 12th Moon, 303 AC Baelor Hightower, Pyke Like everything else on these accursed Islands, the town of Lordsport was windswept, dreary, and grim. The surroundings were as joyless as the people who called this land home. The only green to be seen was the sickly sort that grew between cracks in the paving or festered upon damp walls. Even the houses were squat and dreary, built of harsh grey rock and mortar that looked as if it would crumble at the first touch. Baelor Hightower had seen…
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      45.Echoes in the Wind45.Echoes in the Wind

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      by Gladiusx 26th of December 1992, SaturdayRon Weasley "He should never have gone without a wand, Molly!" Seeing his father lose his composure was unnerving; he had been worried sick when he picked him up from the Ministry after Damien's father called him. Once he was sure Ron was unharmed, his father simply hugged him and brought him home. For a moment, Ron thought that was the end of it, but that calm was but a storm brewing in his heart once they were home. For once, it was not directed at him. Hearing…
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      45.Cloudy Skies45.Cloudy Skies

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      by Gladiusx 19th Day of the 10th MoonThe Master of Coin Half a moon after the tourney had ended, King's Landing had finally calmed down from the craze, and the streets and inns were no longer overflowing. The evening was approaching, and it took Tyrion an hour to finally find the former Hand. The docks were overflowing with Northmen boarding heavy carracks, the green mermen and the grey direwolf banners proudly fluttering in the wind above. Dozens of prized steeds were brought up to the ship's stables, the noblemen…
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      45.Breath of Frost, Hammer of Gold45.Breath of Frost, Hammer of Gold

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      by Gladiusx 1st Day of the 12th Moon, 303 AC Arianne Martell, Winterfell Drey was healing—more like sleeping—in his quarters, and Arianne and her kin had huddled around the hearth. It wasn't that Winterfell's Guest House was poorly built, but that the cold was too fierce. The sprawling wooden building was far from the height of luxury, yet Arianne found it almost endearingly cosy, with thick wooden walls and carved drawings of beasts on every surface not covered by white plaster. She was never more glad…
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