Chapters
7th of October 1994, Friday (13 days later) The Aspirant The morning greeted them with its typical British weather. The wind howled through the treetops as rain poured down endlessly, soaking the already damp Scottish Highlands further. The pathway from the carriage to the castle had turned into a muddy river, nigh impossible to cross. “If it’s not the cold, it’s the rain,” Adeline muttered sourly, glancing through the windows of their shared dorm. Originally, the carriage had more than…- 477.2 K • Ongoing
- 259 AC, The Riverlands The Wandering Bastard Daeron had fallen unconscious after they had fished him out of the deep well, the man too thin and sickly from his quite lengthy stay in the well. Tormund had proposed leaving him by the road and moving on, but Jon felt that since they had taken him out, they ought to at least make sure he wouldn’t die right away. And the man was thin enough to count all of his ribs, and if he were left here, he’d probably be too weak to get up and die…
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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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- 24th of November 1994, Thursday (5 days later) Harry Potter He ignored the thunderous cheer of the crowd and focused on the arena below as the first contestant emerged. The Quidditch Stadium had been completely remade and expanded. The seats were tripled in number, and each one was filled with wizards and witches coming to watch the Tournament. The grassy ground below was expanded and replaced with rocky terrain, dotted with miniature ridges, hills, and small chasms; a great spiked dragon…
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- 259 AC, King’s Landing The Young Princess The weather remained mercurial, the dark clouds choked the skies each day, sometimes spiced with flashes of thunder and a torrent of rain. The year grew to its zenith, yet the expected heat wave had yet to arrive. The new Grand Maester claimed the days were starting to shorten and that fall would soon arrive. Her grandsire’s nameday was fast approaching, and with it, her departure for Sunspear as Rhaella fell into restless…
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- 259 AC, Beyond the Wall The Wandering Bastard Jon awoke with a groan. His mouth was dry, and his head pulsed with pain; it was as if his brain pounded against his skull with the eager desire to escape. His limbs felt like they were made of lead, his joints were aching, and there was this irksome itch in his bones. He cracked his eyes open to a ceiling of knapped bones, tied together by twisted reeds and sinew. Mammoth or giant bones, judging by their size. What looked like leather lay above,…
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- 12th of November, 1994 Saturday (4 days later) Mr Malfoy Lucius slumped onto the sofa, feeling completely drained, exhaustion seeping all the way into his marrow. The last few months’ tension was a near-constant ache between his temples, hard to dispel, and had wrung his mind dry. Just as he was drained, so was the Malfoy family. His own freedom—and that of his children and future grandchildren—was bargained away for a Wizengamot seat, the long-cherished Malfoy dream. That was no great…
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- 6th of September 1994, Tuesday (3 days later) Harry Potter Power throbbed as the air itself was alight by spellfire. Curled in his fingers, his wand sang with joy. Dozens of jagged shards of ice rushed his way. He could feel the chill coalescing into the frost, melding seamlessly into the magic. Harry was undaunted. Back ramrod straight, he stabbed his wand like a sword, shattering them midway. He ducked under a purple curse, caught a Finger-Twisting Jinx with the tip of his wand and flung it…
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- 259 AC, King’s Landing The Unlikely King The Crownlands and the royal banners were quick to muster; they always were. Most of the strength had gathered outside King’s Landing, a force of eight thousand strong camping on the outskirts of the city. Over a third of those swords were sworn to the Iron Throne directly. The Narrow Sea Houses were not here, gathered instead at Dragonstone under the command of Lord Valarr Valeryon in a second host, half the strength of the one outside the city…
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- 29th of November 1994, Tuesday (2 days later) ??? The Dark Lord The plan to meet with the Italian Minister and control him in person had fallen through. Dumbledore had moved swiftly, notifying the ICW and even managing to make the slothful behemoth act quickly—Ettore Velenza was now guarded by twenty elite hit wizards from Africa, Australia, and the Far East around the clock. They were no better or worse than other veteran hit wizards where fighting and guarding were concerned, but each one…
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