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      5.The Wingless Maiden5.The Wingless Maiden

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      by Gladiusx Year 129 After Aegon’s Conquest Rhaena Targaryen A storm was brewing. It was not going to be a storm of wind and rain and thunder, but one that would shake her life—she just knew it. Everything looked calm on the surface, but Rhaena knew better. The House of the Dragon was divided ever since she and her sister were born, and Rhaena felt things wouldn’t be resolved so simply, despite everyone’s reassurances to the contrary.  Her father and stepmother, Princess Rhaenyra, were growing…
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      5.Creeping Shadows5.Creeping Shadows

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      by Gladiusx 258 AC, Beyond the Wall The Betrayed Lord Commander No wonder everything was different. Jon had half a mind to believe that he had indeed awakened in the year 258 after Aegon’s Conquest—Bloodraven looked like a spry old man despite entering his ninth decade, not a corpse or a shrivelled old relic of nearly a hundred and thirty years. Even the luckiest men could scarcely live over a hundred, and even old man Aemon looked like a single gust of wind would topple him after surviving a century. At…
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      49.Interlude-Tumultuous Summer49.Interlude-Tumultuous Summer

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      by Gladiusx 21st of June 1993Monday (6 days later)Sirius Black He felt apprehensive about meeting with his old friend for the first time in over a decade. After Wormtail's betrayal, a grain of doubt lingered in Sirius's mind. For how long had Peter spied on them for Voldemort? Was it since they were in school? Did he ever truly know him? What about Remus? Sirius was unsure if his apprehension stemmed from meeting his friend after so long, or if he was just miffed it had taken a year and a half to finally get word…
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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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      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.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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      44.Trophies of Fire, Trophies of Blood44.Trophies of Fire, Trophies of Blood

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      by Gladiusx 23rd Day of the 11th Moon, 303 AC The Kingslayer The arrow didn't whistle as ordinary arrows would. In fact, Jaime could barely see a blur that tore through the air with a cracking sound heading his way. Yet even with his fast reflexes, he tensed his body but knew he couldn't avoid it in time. THUNK! A gust of wind slammed into Jaime as his ears kept ringing, and his knees almost gave out. It took all of his strength not to collapse on the ramparts, and by some miracle, his shaking legs did not…
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      44.Glowing Embers44.Glowing Embers

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      by Gladiusx 22nd December 1992 (same day) Albus Dumbledore Twice slain, thrice risen, the herald of death shall once again face destiny. It didn't make sense. Twice slain implied the herald of death would be… well, dead. But then again, prophecies rarely made any sense. His meditation sessions had become significantly more effective in suppressing the Death Stick's influence after All Hallows' Eve. Whatever had happened that day had brought a change in the Hallow, and the bloodthirsty artefact had grown…
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      43.The Muddled Princess43.The Muddled Princess

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      by Gladiusx 260AC, The Isle of Faces The Muddled Princess The looming feeling of danger that hung over her head only faded after she set foot on the Isle of Faces. She had not told anyone of her premonition this time because, even if she had, it would have been of no use.   A part of her was reluctant to leave the place she had lived her whole life, but needs must.  In the past three weeks alone, seven lords and knights had come to her door to invite her to dine in person, their impure…
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