Chapters
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259 AC The Crownlands The Pale Knight Jon had always known the reign of the Unlikely was far from smooth, but witnessing the trouble and woe of the land with his own eyes was far different from reading lifeless words inked down on a page. Even the North in his day was never completely worry-free with its vast territory, the wildling raids, and the danger of Ironmen threatening the western shores and pirates plaguing the eastern shores, but the situation left him feeling aghast. The…-
277.7 K • Ongoing
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259 AC, Castle Black The Self-Exiled Prince Seated in a crude chair on the balcony, he basked in the thin Northern sun. Ravens croaked and cawed in a jarring symphony, but his ears had long grown used to the cacophony. Across the ledge, the yells of the drillmaster mingled with the clangour of steel and grunts of recruits and old rangers too bored to do anything but hone their skills. Once upon a time, that would have interested him a tad. Just enough to move to the ledge and observe,…
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277.7 K • Ongoing
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258 AC, Beyond the Wall The Lost Bastard The end of the year was fast approaching, and some nights often saw snowfall cover the haunted forest with a quilt of white, no matter how deep south they ventured. Nearly two moons had passed since the revelation, and he had thrown himself into the swing of training. Anything to keep his mind away from his mother, away from the wrongness of his own existence. The Children of the Forest or Earth Singers, as Brynden liked to call them, had withdrawn… as…
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277.7 K • Ongoing
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Dumbledore Returns to International Affairs and Urges Caution By Betty Braithwaite, 2nd of January 1995 The already retired arch-wizard and defeater of the Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald has officially returned to the ICW headquarters, meeting Supreme Mugwump Lucas Silvano behind closed doors. The meeting is said to have lasted a full six hours, but the contents of their talk remain a secret. Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore has come forth, urging the wizards, witches, beings, and…-
507.5 K • Ongoing
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1st of September 1994, Thursday (71 days later) Ronald Weasley Platform Nine and Three Quarters was as lively as ever. The air hung heavy with steam and the voices of a hundred conversations, the hoots of owls and the yowls and hisses of cats. For once, they hadn’t arrived at the last moment—a glance at the clock told him they had seven minutes before departure instead of the usual four. Their dad was busy with yet another urgent call-up from the ministry—something about breaking the…
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507.5 K • Ongoing
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259 AC, King’s Landing The Pale Knight His plan was simple. Get a chance to interrogate Septon Ambrose when he sneaks into the Silver Rose, or when he leaves. The quartermaster indeed snuck into the brothel, wearing a hooded cloak that covered his face entirely. Most importantly, he was on his lonesome, though it wasn’t particularly strange. Septons suffered from the same mortal vices as other men, though they would never dare admit it openly, especially when going to the finest brothel in the…
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277.7 K • Ongoing
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The end of October 1994 Ron Weasley The school year was in full swing. Even though Voldemort had returned, not much had changed for him. Wizarding Britain seemed as peaceful as ever, and whatever happened on the Continent seemed too distant to worry about. He trained harder, and the D.A. meeting had grown solemn, yes, but the rest of the school was much the same, if with the addition of the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students. The former were all proud and haughty, while the latter…
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507.5 K • Ongoing
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259 AC, The Trident The Wandering Bastard “Greetings. I am Jon Snow of the North.” He motioned towards Tormund, who obediently remained silent. “And this is my squire.” It was not a lie, but it was far from the whole truth. But the truth would do him no good and beggar belief. Jon had contemplated offering up a lie, building up some ambiguous background of a noble scion from a decaying but prestigious house, but had quickly thought the better of it. After all, he had already introduced…
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277.7 K • Ongoing
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259 AC, King’s Landing The Scarred Maiden “Did you hear? Weeping Town has been sacked!” “Weeping Town? How’d that even get attacked? Isn’t that over in the Reach?” “It’s in the Stormlands, Marge, south of the Rainwood and facing the Sea of Dorne.” Branda perked up as she wolfed down the last of her venison pie, listening closer to the talk in the kitchens. Hearsay in the kitchen was faster than most—Anne the Stewmistress was the wife of Hayford’s captain of the guard…
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277.7 K • Ongoing
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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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277.7 K • Ongoing
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