Chapters
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28th of December, Wednesday (3 days later) The Old Headmaster Albus massaged his pulsing temples as Phineas’s rickety voice rang out through his office. “See that, you old thing? My niece bloody did it! And your descendants have faded into obscurity, the best of them selling cold-cream for a living.” “It’s ice cream, you senile fool,” Dexter Fortescue thundered from another portrait. “And my descendants are numerous, with a great-great-grandson presiding over the Wizengamot. The last…-
507.5 K • Ongoing
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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…
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507.5 K • Ongoing
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14th of December 1994, Wednesday (7 days later) Narcissa Cornelius Fudge was by no means a pleasant man, but he was a clever one, at least where small matters were concerned. Useless fools could never climb to the top of the Ministry. He was an old hand at managing publicity, whether good or bad, and balancing the department heads and the warlock-lords of the Wizengamot. Dislodging him from the seat of a Minister was by no means easy, nor was it as simple as she had first thought. To…
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507.5 K • Ongoing
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The exact origin of King Jon Stark is greatly disputed, but most scholars agree that he is King Viserys’s son. Some claim he’s a dragonseed left by Jaehaerys in his royal progressions in the North, but they offer little proof. Nothing is known about King Jon’s childhood or dwelling, and the first record of him is in Ashcove, in the final months of his father’s reign. Even the King has never spoken of his family, aside from the name of his mother, Lyanna, once mentioned in the trial of…-
191.3 K • Completed
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130 AC Baela Targaryen The Chamber of the Painted Table saw a war council again, and now it was no longer as empty as a sept when the whores offered bargain nights. Unlike the previous councils gathered by her father and stepmother, even Baela was invited. The killing of the Usurper had won her the favour of many. Some hailed her as a kingslayer, though others whispered behind her back. “Kinslayer,” they would murmur, but never to her face. Accursed was the kinslayer. Baela did not feel…
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191.3 K • Completed
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130 AC Rhaena Targaryen Visenya’s crown was a small, delicate circle of gold, otherwise plain and unadorned. The crown of the most notorious queen in the realm—until Rhaenyra, at least. Visenya was whispered to be a dangerous sorceress at best and, at worst, a kinslayer and kingslayer for killing her royal nephew. Her support for Maegor was not something Jaehaerys the Conciliator had forgotten, nor was it something he had forgiven. Thus, Visenya was a dangerous name. The eldest sister…
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191.3 K • Completed
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130 AC The Dragonslayer Jon crawled onto the rocky shore, gasping for breath and shivering. The earlier tension had drained out of his body, leaving weakness behind. His limbs felt heavy, and his joints groaned painfully with each movement. His innards felt like someone had stirred them with a ladle, and the skin on his hands and chest was burned by Vhagar’s searing blood earlier and still stung. It was not a terrible burn, but Jon knew it would leave a mark—yet another trophy of survival upon…
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130 AC Casterly Rock Word of King’s Landing's fall and the battle in the Riverlands had seen what remained of the Greens gather in Casterly Rock for a new council. It was an odd royal council, filled with young faces—no lord or knight here was older than thirty. Their fathers and uncles had all perished in the fighting, whether against Riverlanders, Ironborn, or Northmen. “Useless fools!” Aemond roared, flinging a goblet of wine at the wall. He looked at the spindly old maester and barely…
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Middle of 130 AC Jon Stark Riding a dragon was nothing like riding a horse. He could feel the Bronze Fury’s smugness as his draconic wings parted the clouds with their strokes, as if to say, ‘I knew you could not avoid me forever.’ And now, Jon was flying. Not dwelling in the mind of a bird, but soaring in the skies on dragonback. Vermithor’s wings were drumming rhythmically, each mighty beat overcoming the swift winds, allowing Jon to travel at a speed he never thought possible. It was a…
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Middle of 130 AC Baela Baela shivered, clinging closer to Moondancer’s neck to warm up. Her teeth clattered so hard from the cold that they felt they would shatter. Flying in the middle of a cold winter night might have been too much after all. She felt she would freeze to death before she managed to guide Moondancer to that cave in the Dragonmont, near Cinderfall’s Chasm. The location where she had agreed to meet Rhaena was a small rocky gorge where molten rock flowed down from vents,…
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191.3 K • Completed
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