Chapitre 5: The Past for the Future
'The Dance of the Dragons was a civil war that shook the Seven Kingdoms. It occured between Aegon II Targaryen And his half sister Rhaenyra Targaryen fighting over the Iron Throne. This Civil War ended with both of the Monarchs' death, and eventually, the extinction of the Dragons.' Marcellus read.
Over the past few days he has stayed in the Flint's Finger, most of the time he spent his days at the Maester's Tower, learning about the world. He learned Westeros' History from the Andal Invasions to Aegon's Conquest, and he also studied the various House's of Westeros.
One day, during their studies, Marcellus asked Maester Wyman about curiosities he had.
"Maester, may i ask a question, It has lingered on my mind for some time now." Marcellus asked, seated in his table
"Yes, My Lord?" The Maester replied while attending to a book.
"During my stay here I have noticed a few things, one such thing is the abundance of armors and weapons soldiers are carrying in the courtyard. And when I looked closely, most of the Armors had the sigil of House Targaryen, along with other Houses such as House Tyrell. May I ask why?"
"Ahh..." The maester replied, surprised. He returned the book to it's original place and went over to his tools. "A very keen eye, My Lord. It has only been a few moons since King Roberts Rebellion. And the remnants of war still remains."
"King Robert?" Marcellus asked.
"There has recently been a rebellion against the Targaryen Dynasty. The Stormlands led by Robert Baratheon, followed by The North led by Eddard Stark and finally The Vale led by Jon Arryn." Maester Wyman said whilst cleaning his tools.
"Lord Eddard participated in this Rebellion? House Stark has been the most loyal Lords Paramount to the Targaryen Dynasty, why break oath now?" Marcellus asked curiously.
Finally finished cleaning, The Maester turned his full attention to Marcellus.
"Prince Rhaegar abducted Lord Eddards' sister; Lady Lyanna. Lord Brandon Stark, Heir of Winterfell, rode to Kings Landing and demanded that Prince Rhaegar release Lady Lyanna. Prince Rhaegar was not in Kings Landing, and King Aerys II himself faced Lord Brandon. The King imprisoned him alongside his retinue, and summoned Lord Rickard, Warden of the North, to Kings Landing."
Marcellus listened intently.
"Lord Rickard arrived in Kings Landing and demanded a Trial by Combat for the release of his son Brandon. King Aerys agreed, and chose fire as his champion, Lord Rickard burned alive. While trying to help his father, Lord Brandon strangled himself to death attempting to free himself from his bindings."
"What about the Stormlands and the Vale? What is their reason behind their rebellion?"
"Lord Eddard and Lord Robert both fostered at the Vale, they became good friends, and Lord Arryn treated them like his sons. Eventually, Lady Lyanna was bethrothed to Lord Robert. When Prince Rhaegar abducted Lady Lyanna, he took it as an offence to House Baratheon, stating that Lady Lyanna was his and Prince Rhaegar had no right. Lord Robert's reason for the rebellion was love."
"Ha, Love... So the start of a new Dynasty has just begun, hmm." Marcellus said out loud, standing from his seat as gears turned in his head.
"My Lord, If you would heed my advice, Isn't it better to let go of such ambitions, and lead a peaceful life here in the Seven Kingdoms? I am sure if you asked Lord Stark for land to rule on your own he would agree." Maester Wyman suggested.
"No... I feel as though it is my only purpose in this world. And if I at least don't try to achieve it, what is my purpose then?" Marcellus answered solemnly, His back facing the Maester.
Marcellus left Maester Wyman who got back to his duties. Marcellus walked down to the courtyard, watching as the Soldiers of House Flint sparred against each other.
Steel clashing against steel, the laughter of the spectators as they betted on who will win, the cheers of the crowd, the faces of amazement as the children watched.
His breath hitched.
This... this was all too familiar, he saw his uncle Dan's smile as he taught his son Archery. His cousins laughing wholeheartedly throwing each other insults. And he saw his grandmother, watching silently in the balcony, a small smile decorating her face.
He couldn't breathe.
Lastly he saw her hair, Her beautiful red hair. As She turned around and he took sight of her beautiful emerald eyes, full of life that he could be loss in it's eternal beauty. She smiled at him, and that smile pierced his Heart no sword ever could.
Alicent, My Love.
Marcellus went to the stable boy, took a horse and rode to wherever the horse led him. The Servant Girl having a confused look on her face.
Tears streaked down his cheeks.
Marcellus rode and rode and rode, the past chasing him like a hound, tireless in it's pursuit. Marcellus didn't want to look back, it was the past, a bitter past. A past he couldn't accept.
Cries escaped his mouth.
Onwards he went on, towards his goal, carrying each stone, each pebble. A mind of stoicism filling his soul, an insane drive of focus, trying to rebuild - To restore - the only legacy left of his Family. To make him feel as if his family is here, accompanying him.
In the form of the Empire.
Thick into the woods he rode and rode, the Horse beneath him neighing, sensing danger, but Marcellus went on, straight ahead.
*ROAR*
A Bear charged at him from the side, and before he knew it, the Bear unhorsed him. Crushed under the weight of the beast, marcellus tried to fight. He grabbed the bear's maw with his right hand and punched the bear repeatedly to no avail.
*ROAR*
The Bear roared in his face and continued to attack him, using it's claws while Marcellus used his hands to defend himself. He was becoming Desperate.
"Rrrrraaaghhhhh!!!!" He cried out.
His vision fading, the world slowing down around him, his final moments was here. As he realized this, he wondered; Is this really it? Dying to a bear? Those big claims he said he would do, and he was killed by a Bear?
And for the first time he faced the past. He saw his mother's smile, his father's eyes, he saw his grandmother's gentle gaze, and he heard Alicent's sweet voice.
'L-l-live your life M-m-marcie, please, I-i-i worry about y-y-you' Her voice shaking.
'I-i-i promise, My Sweet.' Marcellus replied, tears streaking down his face.
Alicent smiled. 'M-m-move on. k-k-know that we will a-always watch you, in E-e-elysium. Go to the world, create what you c-c-couldn't in this forsaken Island. A-achieve greater g-g-glory than us.' With that, 2 Men was the only people left in the Island.
"I promised!" Marcellus roared.
In a swift motion he took hold of the Ancient Sword; Astra. As the bear roared again, He thrusted the sword in it's mouth. The Bear went silent, and as it fell, Marcellus pushed it to the side.
Marcellus's vision started to fade, Darkness encompassing him. As he was about to fall into darkness, his hold to the ancient sword never waivered.
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So there you have it guys, Chapter 5, A little backstory here and a dive into Marcie's Character😉
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