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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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260AC, The Isle of Faces The White Bull Life was fragile. From the gallant knights who had seen battle to the humble hunters who made a living in the forest, or even the street rats that fought with mutts for scraps in some city’s gutter, they all knew it. For those who knew how, it took very little to kill a man. With those wounds, no healer within a full day's travel, no medicine, and not even proper shelter, Jon Snow should have been a dead man. That was half the reason Ser Gerold had not…-
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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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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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The Pale Bastard The last few days were dull, but Jon did not drop his guard in the slightest. He even took off the weirwood beads for the first time. His heart skipped a beat, but no whisper came to haunt his thoughts. His mind felt lighter, and after a night of hesitation, he shoved them into his travel pack. The sense of danger in the air grew by the day, and he had his men and squires practice to stay sharp. They stood night watch in shifts of two each night, and Jon regretted not bringing Shadow on…
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22nd December 1992 (same day) Albus Dumbledore Twice slain, thrice risen, the herald of death shall once again face destiny. It didn't make sense. Twice slain implied the herald of death would be… well, dead. But then again, prophecies rarely made any sense. His meditation sessions had become significantly more effective in suppressing the Death Stick's influence after All Hallows' Eve. Whatever had happened that day had brought a change in the Hallow, and the bloodthirsty artefact had grown…-
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260AC, The Isle of Faces The Muddled Princess The looming feeling of danger that hung over her head only faded after she set foot on the Isle of Faces. She had not told anyone of her premonition this time because, even if she had, it would have been of no use. A part of her was reluctant to leave the place she had lived her whole life, but needs must. In the past three weeks alone, seven lords and knights had come to her door to invite her to dine in person, their impure…
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22nd December 1992 (same day) Harry Potter A part of him was prepared for everything going to shit the moment he heard there was an attack on Diagon Alley, and right now, Harry really, really regretted not asking Sirius to come as an escort. He barely managed to twist around and deflect the shrapnel from the Explosive Curse, only to see Juno bear the brunt of it before immediately being knocked unconscious by a stunner. A cloaked man reeled his wand like a fishing rod, pulling Juno…
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23rd Day of the 11th Moon, 303 AC Tyrion Lannister "COME OUT!" The roar was like a thunderclap, rolling through the air and striking his head like a hammerblow. His ears were ringing, and his head buzzed with pain. By the time Tyrion managed to fight off the dizziness, a big chunk of the camp was converging towards the dragon, in a nigh unstoppable tide of steel, and the eunuch had already left him without a single care in the world. He scowled inwardly and waddled towards the hill through the…
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based on the ASOIAF universe. All recognisable characters, plots, and settings are the exclusive property of GRRM; I make no claim to ownership. Edited by: Bub3loka 260AC, the Red Keep The Crippled Prince Alys Arryn was now a regent of the Iron Throne, ruling in the stead of her missing husband, and Jon Arryn became Lord Protector of the Realm. The whole of the Red Keep was abuzz with the matter. Aerys was now a prisoner in the Red Keep, the familiar…
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