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259 AC, The Red Keep The Young Princess “Are you certain you wish to do this?” Whitedream’s face was twisted into a heavy frown. “There are easier ways, my young apprentice.” “Leaving the Red Keep is not an option,” she said. “Not for me, and not now.” The quiet stretched as Rhaella studied her mentor’s still face. It gave away nothing, as Whitedream had the uncanny skill just to sit still without moving a muscle for hours, but his eyes betrayed him. They had darkened…-
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4th Day of the 8th Moon, 303 AC Jon Stark His connection to Stormstrider had snapped, like a taut string cut clean by a sword. It was gone, but its echo lingered like the phantom feeling left after one lost a limb. He didn't even need to reach his senses out to know that Shireen had bonded with the purple drake. Jon suspected this could happen, but to see a bloodline link just steal his dragon before him was sobering. Judging by Stormstrider's defiant snarl when he reached out with his mind,…-
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After taking Greenstone and controlling the island of Estermont, Blackfyre’s advance stalled. Some of his sworn companions grew dissatisfied with the length of the war—Westeros was proving a tougher nut to crack. “Conquering the Iron Throne might take years,” Samarro Saan had said after the bloody storming of Greenstone, where each defender killed three attackers even after the gates had been opened. “And if every victory is like this, it’d take ten times the men we have to set foot in…
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The presence of a common enemy, especially one so dangerous, opens doors that would have been otherwise forever closed. I never thought I would bear witness to such a historical moment, but few would ever know of it. After the Doom (and even before that), it would’ve been unthinkable for the magisters of Lys and Myr, the bearded priests of Norvos, the viziers of Qohor, or even two of the wayward masters of Slaver’s Bay to ever sit at one table, let alone agree on one thing. The half-peasant king…
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7th of February, Tuesday 1995 (9 days later) The Fallen Unspeakable Barty emerged from the Dark Lord’s room, chin lifted high. He had all the reason for his pride—not only was he the Dark Lord’s most trusted, but he was now the strongest amongst the Death Eaters, surpassing a limit without resorting to shortcuts. His strength had grown even further after Dumbledore’s death, and he had even replaced his wand with another older one, but a far better fit than what Ollivander had sold him at…-
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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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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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Disclaimer: I don't own HP, GOT, or ASOIAF. Would have finished the last two properly if I had.Edited by Bub3loka 14th Day of the 11th Moon, 303 AC The Kraken's Daughter, Nagga's Hill Asha shifted her weight, and pain flared like fire up her right ankle. Her left leg had gone numb from standing too long, but the other was worse, smashed during the storm that sank most of her fleet and broke her pride in half. She clenched her jaw to tide her through the pain and leaned on her cane, breathing…
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259 AC, King’s Landing The Wandering Bastard Silver-gold hair that shone like molten silver in the torchlight, eyes of amethysts, and a pale, delicate face that was ethereal, beautiful like no other. He had seen this eerie, almost inhuman charm only in the Others, and even their features slanted towards the cold and sinister rather than the beautiful. She did not announce her name, but she did not need to. The kingsguard addressed her with respect that even a lady of a great house would not…
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6th of September 1994, Tuesday (3 days later) Harry Potter Power throbbed beneath his skin 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 with a pulse of raw magic. He ducked under a purple curse, caught a Finger-Twisting…
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