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7th of November, 1992SaturdayHarry He stirred awake, feeling stiff. It took him a few moments to blink away his blurry vision until he was squinting at the familiar ceiling of the Hospital Wing. How… How was he here again? The memories returned with the force of an angry hippogriff and made him cringe. Basilisk, Harrymort, and… Juno. "You're awake." Her voice shook him from his stupor. "Slept well?" She sat beside his bed on a chair, engrossed in what looked like a riveting textbook that…-
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7th Day of the 7th Moon, 299 ACSer Braxton Bulwer the Red, Outside King's Landing Ser Braxton Bulwer was a simple man, not one for overthinking or scheming. He was good with a sword and a warhammer, far from inheriting any lordships or even minor estates, so all he could do was put more effort into martial pursuits. Nothing awaited him in peace, aside from being a hedge knight and wrangling in tourneys with hundreds of others like him. He had almost sailed North to join the Watch and win some honour and…-
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? Harrion Karstark Once upon a time, Harrion would have said that an ignoble death or torture were the worst fates in the world. He was wrong. Death would be sweet relief, no matter how ignoble, and torture would be painful, aye. But it would make him feel alive before dying. What was death but just an end? Harrion longed for death; he dreamt of it. But it was denied to him. Only darkness. Darkness and silence in the black depths of Mooton's Pink Keep in Maidenpool. The dungeons were…-
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4th Day of the 9th Moon, 299 ACLord Redwyne, outside Winterfell "It is clear that the Northmen won't give us battle." Paxter began with far more calm than he felt. "Umber and his nine thousand men are fifteen miles from here, content on skirmishes and minor clashes with Clegane and the Faith Militant, but they still prevent our foraging parties from venturing northward. We should turn back–take Castle Cerwyn, at least. The longer we stay here, the more men we bleed. Snow might not yet come for another…
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The Hound, they called him. Not a knight, never a knight, despite bearing a white cloak once. A deserter, an oathbreaker, and a dangerous beast of a man who had sent too many to the Stranger before their time. When he washed near the Quiet Isle, I was tempted, oh so very tempted, to leave the rot in his wounds to spread and let the fever take its course. Or simply let him drift down the Bay of Crabs, where the bay's namesakes would feast on his flesh and return him to the Stranger's embrace. By all…
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Friday, 24th of July, 1992Harry After over half a year of waiting through red tape and excuses, the Ministry of Magic finally returned his mother's wand to his hands. No wonder nothing got done in Wizarding Britain properly–Snape had been in Azkaban for nine months now, and the investigation had long been closed. "Or perhaps they didn't want to give a child a Traceless wand," Sirius mused outloud before bursting out in laughter. It also elicited a chuckle from Harry; he was just happy to have…
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18th Day of the 10th Moon, 299 ACCatelyn Stark Praying at the Sept no longer brought her comfort. Gone were the smell of incense and songs of soft prayer, and the bright-coloured windows were now dull. The small sept was no longer used as a shed now that the siege had ended, but Septon Chayle, Septa Mordane, and their novices had yet to return. Catelyn didn't know if they ever would, for neither war nor the cold was merciful. Once again, she was alone here, for nobody else in Winterfell was a devout…
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22nd Day of the 6th Moon, 303 ACMelisandre of Asshai The last moon had opened her eyes. Winterfell was akin to Storm's End; she could feel the old, forgotten spells woven into the bedrock below. They blocked light, shadow, and darkness in equal measure. And the air sang when Jon was crowned, the tune echoing deep into the ground below. From smoke and salt, he was reborn, waking more than he had been before. Tempered by the cold grasp of death and reforged fires of the funeral pyre, the…
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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 towards…
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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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