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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…- 204.0 K • Ongoing
- 8th Day of the 8th Moon, 303 AC Jon Stark Torrhen was heaving like a horse after a race, misty puffs escaping his mouth one after another. Two mornings had passed since his squire had begun running in full armour. While tired to the bone, not a word of complaint left his lips. Jon estimated it was one part pride and four parts pure stubbornness. Pride or not, persistence was respectable, if not always for the right reasons. Still, if stubbornness could be aimed properly, it became a boon, not a…
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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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- 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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- 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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- 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 turned a…
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- 1st of September 1994, Thursday (71 days later) Ronald Weasley Platform Nine and Three Quarters was as lively as ever. For once, they hadn’t arrived at the last moment—a glance at the clock told him they had seven minutes before departure instead of the usual four. Their dad was busy with yet another urgent call-up from the ministry—something about breaking the island-wide enchantments again. “Yeah, yeah, we’ll write every week, Mum,” Fred was saying, winking to his…
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- 5th day of the 8th Moon, 303 AC Jon Stark A dark-bronze wing lashed out, and Doren backed away quickly but not quickly enough to avoid being showered in snow. When the saddlemaker approached again, measuring tape in hand, Stormstrider growled at Jon. The king smacked his scaly snout with enough strength to snap the jaw shut. "Bare your fangs at me again, and I'll knock them down your gullet," Jon warned, voice glacial. The purple drake huffed at him all the same, chest swelling like a scaly…
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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 began to sink, casting the cloudy sky…
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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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