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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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259 AC, Beyond the Wall The Lost Bastard Blood bloomed across the snow like a crimson flower as Jon cautiously inched closer, stretching his senses. But there was no danger, only silence amidst the trees and the snow. The singer was dead. It was alone, too. He felt nothing at the sight, as if he had killed just another hare, but his eyes studied the fallen creature regardless. Dark brown skin, dappled with pale spots like a deer. It possessed a child’s stature, but its nose was too flat to be…-
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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…-
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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 The Children of the Forest or Earth Singers, as Brynden liked to call them, had withdrawn… as…
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28th Day of the 7th Moon, 303 AC Cersei Lannister, Casterly Rock None wept when word arrived of the Ironmen's devastating defeat at Oldtown. It was said that the bells rang out in triumph and the taverns overflowed with drunken merriment, though half the city lay charred and blackened. Even in Lannisport, wine flowed like a river in celebration. Yet the treacherous Reach was weaker for it, and that gladdened Cersei's heart the most. 'Let the fools bleed each other dry,' she…
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24th Day of the 7th Moon, 303 AC The Mad Maid, Oldtown The looming oily darkness pressed into her dreams and seeped into the recesses of her mind, and Malora Hightower awoke in a bed of cold sweat with a silent scream on her lips. Her heart was racing, and her thin limbs felt sorer than usual. Her heart hammered against her ribs, and it would not calm. Breathe in. Breathe out. Many called her the Witch of Hightower or the Mad Maid. They were not wrong. She was born with a rare talent unseen for…
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258 AC, the Red Keep The Young Princess Her brother had wedded Genna three days past, in a rather hasty ceremony. Many lords were invited, but the swiftness of the event saw only the Crownlords and the Stormlords arrive, with Lord Blackwood and Darry from the Riverlands and Lord Casswell of Bitterbridge—the sole Reachlord for the event. Grand Aunt Daella had been invited from Tarth, but no raven ever returned, nor did the sails of quartered crescent and a sun grace the docks. It had to be…
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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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258 AC The Unlikely The king often thought himself grown wiser with age, that he had seen all there was to see in the Great Game. The gods often decided to prove him wrong, and this time it had been no different. One name-day feast, and the House of the Dragon was divided. The scandal had seen the following ball a pale shadow of what had been planned, and Aegon curtailed that event swiftly. His daughter had disappeared into the Great Sept to pray for forgiveness and repentance, though it was more…
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23rd Day of the 7th Moon, 303 AC Jon Stark The clanging of steel carried through the trees, cutting through the quiet of the godswood. Even in the snow, Arya's footsteps were graceful, and Needle flickered all across in a storm of steel, the tip poking at his vitals with every thrust. It was swift and sudden, though there was little strength behind the sword. Jon hefted his tourney blade, either swatting away the blows or meeting them head-on with the blunt of the sword. Once he had seen…
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