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None of the Lords in Aegon's army survived the Second Field of Fire, and only the fortunate men-at-arms and knights at the outer encampment managed to flee into the snowy hills. None could say how many of them survived the harsh onset of winter long enough to return home. According to the local scribes, Dorne sent fifteen thousand spears to aid Aegon, and a few hundred barely managed to return, half frozen and nearly starved to death. While some witnesses argued that the King of Winter used fire sorcery…-
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20th of June 1994, Monday (24 days later) Harry Potter The garden in Potter Home was transformed into an odd union of a Muggle running track and a playground. He tickled Estelle with the crimson feather, and she giggled louder, happily waving her chubby arms at him. Chuckling, he skilfully waved the prize just out of her reach, but eventually allowed his goddaughter’s fingers to pluck the feather from his grasp. Without hesitation, she put it in her mouth and started…-
487.4 K • Ongoing
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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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259 AC, the Last Hearth The Wandering Bastard He had guessed right. The Lord of Last Hearth was indeed hosting a feast for the first nameday of his grandson, Jon Umber. The future Greatjon could now fit comfortably in Jon’s arms, but his wails were just as booming. Hoarfrost Umber was a giant of a man, broad-shouldered like a boar and towering a whole head over most men, just like his grandson would in the future. He looked like half a giant, too, with a shaggy grey beard hiding most of his…-
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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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228.1 K • Ongoing
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21st of June 1993Monday (6 days later)Sirius Black He felt apprehensive about meeting with his old friend for the first time in over a decade. After Wormtail's betrayal, a grain of doubt lingered in Sirius's mind. For how long had Peter spied on them for Voldemort? Was it since they were in school? Did he ever truly know him? What about Remus? Sirius was unsure if his apprehension stemmed from meeting his friend after so long, or if he was just miffed it had taken a year and a half to finally get word…
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487.4 K • Ongoing
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??? As twilight fell, a cloaked figure appeared in a little village nestled between the folds of the Swiss Alps. He strolled between the winding cobbled streets, though none of the villagers seemed to notice his presence, even though his black cloak fluttered and shifted with each step he made. In turn, the figure had not glanced at the villagers even once, as if they were no more important than ants on the roadside. Light faded as the last rays of the sun sank, casting the cloudy sky in deep…
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The Young Queen The piece of ice flickered almost gold and red in the dying flames of the torches as it swung at her neck so quickly that Shireen's eyes struggled to follow. TING! The sword jerked away from her neck; the keening wail lingered in the air like a dirge as the ground between her and the Night King exploded in frost and stone. She felt the shrapnel bounce off her brigandine, and painful jolts ran through her feet and gloved hands, shielding her face. The Night King had retreated a…
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2nd Day of the 12th Moon, 303 AC Baelor Hightower, Pyke Like everything else on these accursed Islands, the town of Lordsport was windswept, dreary, and grim. The surroundings were as joyless as the people who called this land home. The only green to be seen was the sickly sort that grew between cracks in the paving or festered upon damp walls. Even the houses were squat and dreary, built of harsh grey rock and mortar that looked as if it would crumble at the first touch. Baelor Hightower had seen…
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1st Day of the 12th Moon, 303 AC Arianne Martell, Winterfell Drey was healing—more like sleeping—in his quarters, and Arianne and her kin had huddled around the hearth. It wasn't that Winterfell's Guest House was poorly built, but that the cold was too fierce. The sprawling wooden building was far from the height of luxury, yet Arianne found it almost endearingly cosy, with thick wooden walls and carved drawings of beasts on every surface not covered by white plaster. She was never more glad…
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