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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. 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 face, though his eyes were sharp and full of cunning. To Jon’s surprise, the…- 168.6 K • Ongoing
- ??? 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 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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- 259 AC, The Riverlands The Wandering Bastard Only once they passed the great causeway of the Neck and the horses set hoof into the Riverlands did Jon Snow feel at ease. A part of him had yearned to stop at Winterfell, to try and enter his former home and meet his grandparents, who were about his age now. Yet Jon knew all too well now was not the time. Any bonds of kinship they had would not be recognised, aye, but it was something else that gave him a sense of urgency. Bolton outriders had…
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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 evaded for a time, but eventually allowed his goddaughter’s fingers to pluck the feather from his grasp. Without hesitation, she put it in her mouth and started chewing. “Phoenix feathers are not for…
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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 darkened…
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- 259 AC, King’s Landing The Young Princess “Why are they caged, grandfather?” Aegon’s face darkened. “There were six hatchlings at first. The sixth drakeling was a small, misshapen thing with its wings feeble and undeveloped. Its clutchmates pounced on it before I could even move, tearing it apart in moments. They have been viciously snapping at each other since, forcing my hand.” Rhaella reeled. As if to confirm his words, the hatchlings kept growling and hissing…
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- Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based on the Harry Potter universe. All recognisable characters, plots, and settings are the exclusive property of Joanne K. Rowling. I do not claim ownership. Edited and beta-read by Himura, Bub3loka, Ash, and Kingfishlong. 3rd of September 1994, Saturday Fleur Delacour The small hall was no different from a modest dining room, but more than enough to accommodate Madame Maxime and all twelve champion candidates—that had been the plan. But now, it was…
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- Warning: Semi-graphic scene. 258 AC The Young Prince To his great dismay, daybreak saw Aerys blearily drag his legs to the training yard instead of remaining abed. As a prince of the blood, he had always enjoyed a leisurely morning, waking up whenever he felt rested enough and turning to training later in the day. But here he was, not of his own choosing for once—not today, nor the previous three mornings. Thwack! The sword was like a viper, lunging at his joints with frightening…
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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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