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10th day of the 4th Moon Torren Liddle The crisp morning air saw him kneeling in prayer at the Heart Tree amidst its thick roots, just as the first rays of the sun lazily peaked from the eastern hills. His breath formed fleeting misty clouds in the morning cold. The weirwood was old, older than the Liddles, with most of its gnarly roots being thicker than a woman's waist. Torren opened his eyes and looked at the carved face grotesquely twisted in defiance as usual. The Gods had proven merciful…-
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Eddard Stark "Lord Stark," his friend greeted him with a smile, and Ned finally felt some relief. Howland Reed was still a head shorter than him and slim like all the other crannogmen. A slight brown stubble sported on his chin, and his signature bronze scaleshirt peeked beneath his dark-green cloak. "It's Ned for you, Howland. Did you come alone?" "Five of my men are in Wintertown," Howland supplied before looking around the bustling with training guardsmen yard. He carefully leaned in and…
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Tuesday23rd of June 1992Lucius "So, what has been taken?" Narcissa asked, her face unreadable. The Gala had ended, all the guests had left, Draco had gone to sleep, and Dobby had not appeared to clean up, alerting him that something was wrong. After an hour of frantic searching, Lucius realised someone had broken into the secret chamber where he kept all his unsavoury items, which explained why his elf was missing. "The item he entrusted me," Lucius shuddered. "This is not good. No, this…-
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13th Day of the 8th MoonEddard Stark He couldn't help but feel disappointed at Robert's bored indifference. Where was his friend who would daringly leap head-first into every fray, voice booming and warhammer swinging? Truth be told, Ned had suspected the Night's Watch plea would fall on deaf ears within the council, but he harboured the tiniest smidgeon of hope that the king would leap at the chance of fighting. Alas, the Lord of Winterfell was met with profound disappointment instead. The lauded…
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based on the ASOIAF universe. All recognisable characters, plots, and settings are the exclusive property of GRRM; I make no claim to ownership. Year 306 After Aegon’s Conquest Jon Snow The Bay of Ice Fools oft used to say the world would end in fire. But now, they feared it would end in ice. Jon was no different. Warmth, let alone fire, was merely a distant dream. But it was a dream that came to him every time he closed his eyes, the…-
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7th of November, Thursday "Enough theory for now," Flitwick squeaked out, much to Diana's relief. The endless stream of words about the difference between visualisation and will and how essential it was for casting had her feeling numb. Her wrist, too, after writing it down with a damned quill. At least she stopped blotching her ink all over the parchment. "Now, let us return to the levitation charm-" Diana tuned out the diminutive Charms master and stared at the white feather on the desk before her…
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259 AC, Beyond the Wall The Lost Bastard Blood bloomed across the snow like a crimson flower as Jon cautiously inched closer, stretching his senses. But there was no danger, only silence amidst the trees and the snow. The singer was dead. It was alone, too. He felt nothing at the sight, as if he had killed just another hare, but his eyes studied the fallen creature regardless. Dark brown skin, dappled with pale spots like a deer. It possessed a child’s stature, but its nose was too flat to be…-
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12th Day of the 7th MoonMelisandre of Asshai Her dreams were short, yet cursed like always - respite and agony intertwined. Before, Melisandre felt rested after an hour of sleep, yet… now, it was steadily growing. Two moons ago, her evening rest had already increased to two hours, and now, to her horror, it was steadily approaching three. And Melisandre of Asshai loathed sleeping and the dreams that came with it even more. 'Melony,' It was a woman's cry, followed by a man's voice, 'Lot…
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17th of January, Tuesday 1995 (2 days later) Harry Potter Perhaps Scrimgeour had sensed something was amiss, because his vigilance had only heightened. That left them with only one last card left to play—Arthur Weasley. The outcome of the elections now rested on his shoulders. “Thank you for agreeing to meet on such short notice, Mr Weasley,” Harry said as they sat in a private room in an old, unassuming pub on the outskirts of Blackburn, far away from any prying Muggle or magical…
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13th of June, Saturday, 1992 "I want the Quidditch Cup in my office next June!" Slughorn looked extremely disappointed that morning as the Slytherins prepared to depart. "What happened this year is absolutely unacceptable." With the Slytherin and Gryffindor Quidditch teams gutted, the Cup would have been decided between the Ravenclaws and the Hufflepuffs. Hufflepuff had clenched the Quidditch Cup by a hair's breadth, their first victory in nearly two decades. "Yes, Professor," Marcus…
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