... POV: Eddard Stark ...
I look behind the rest of the small detachment, 20 men travel with me, and lord Cerwyn and Lord Forrest are both with me on this travel.
"So Lord Stark what happened that your visit is needed in the Moat?" Asked lord Cerwyn.
"My visit isn't needed, but I wanted to check if everything is going well, some lords of the north and Lord Hand are worried about lord Palestars... hurry to do everything."
"The task given to lord Palestars was a monumental one, feeding and sheltering approximately a hundred thousand people in such a region like the Neck, is not an easy task," I explained
"Bah, nonsense Lord Stark, with Lord Palestars in the helm the impossible turn probable, I am sure he is just fine, I would bet he is already finishing sheltering everyone and starting the planting by now."
"I pray for such a thing my lord," I say back, Our conversation is interrupted by a group of riders coming to us 4 of them, a patrol maybe, they fly the white owl and the stars of Antares.
"HALT, IDENTIFY YOURSELF!" the one who is not in full armour, shouts, the others stay silent with their visors down.
"I am Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell and I travel with Lord Cerwyn of Cerwyn castle and Lord Forrester from Ironrath," I shout back to them, a moment pass and they trot their horses closer.
"Lord Stark! I apologize for not recognising you, we didn't notice the banner."
"It's no problem, we head to the moat to speak with Lord Palestars," I say as we start to move further down the road.
"Then you are without luck Lord Stark, our Lord Palestars is away."
"Away where?" I frown at the man " I thought he would be building the shelters for the people and starting to plant the seeds that were sent to him" That is quite irresponsible of him to let him lend his hold without leadership in a crucial time like this.
"Somewhere in Essos if I am not mistaken," he looked at me with a raised eyebrow" And if you forgive me for asking what do you mean building shelters? Everyone has a house, and we have been planting for at least 5 moons already."
"What"
...
What an absurd sight, in barely a year, this was nothing but ruins and forest.
Now I see a thriving growing city, which is nothing impressive compared to King's Landing or White Harbour, but the difference is that those cities had generations to grow, this city wasn't here last year.
As we pass through the city I started to notice the differences though, King's Landing no matter the king, always had vagabonds and beggars in the streets, here there is none of that, not to mention the lack of the smell of shit.
People had, for a lack of a better word a purpose in their eyes, a sense of wonder for the future they see, their eyes see farther than the next meal.
As we travel the city we see many children and young men and women in dark robes walking in a direction., When they see us, and the Banner we are carrying, they hit the chest and salute us as we pass.
"Who are they?" asked Lord Forrester pointing to a group of children dressed in the same clothes.
"OH, those the students from the halls of knowledge" Seeing the confusion on our faces he continued
"The halls of knowledge teach people various skills that are necessary here in the moat, like how to plant, sail, read and write and how to shoot a bow as well, I heard that there will be more but could just be rumours."
"There are too many to be from northern nobility."
"They aren't nobles at all, we only have one noble family in town."
Why? How? Who will be planting if so many people are working in other areas, who is planting? how did Lord Palestars plan to supply food for an entire kingdom if so many will be alway from the fields?
As we arrive at the castle Moat Cailin, the gates open to us, The place is rebuilt, and is not one-third of what once was in height, the three towers that were standing were integrated into the new building, if one word could describe it, welcoming would fit well, nature blends with the dark red wood structures and green and golden seem to come from everywhere the air is so refreshing here, is calming, very detached from the noise of the city.
In front of the stairs is a group of people waiting for us, There is an old woman with dark skin and a patient smile on her face she is curved a little probably because of her age.
Besides her a middle-aged man with a brown beard and hair, he wears simple clothes and seems to be a little nervous.
By his side is Boric, the man I sent to work with Antares, he seems content to be here.
And last a woman with white hair and purple eyes, her beauty is simply captivating, She seems to have caught the eyes of everyone in the courtyard, dressing in a fitting silk black dress, but she also seems nervous.
I dismounted and looked around the stone front yard, I saw at least 20 black soldiers in full plate, Why? Are they expecting a battle?
"Lord Stark, welcome to Moat Cailin," Boric said and made a light bow with his head.
"Boric is good to see you once more, I see you got used to your new home,"
"Yes, a lot happened in this year that passed," He seemed tired" But where are my manners Let me introduce you to your host since lord Palestars is alway." He gestures to the beautiful lady" This is Lady Haela, she is... in relation with Lord Palestars, she doesn't speak the westerosi tongue very well."
"It's a preasure to receive you, on the Moat" She speaks slowly and with a broken westerosi and a heavy accent but her voice is very soft and pleasant.
"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lady Haella."
Some servants bring bread and salt to us and the introduction of the other lords takes place.
...
After introductions were made and protocols followed, we were taken on a tour through the new Moat Cailin, It is blooming with life everywhere, and there are many small gardens inside of the walls, It certainly wasn't the fortress that once was, It is more of a palace really, made for comfort and beauty, not war.
There are many of the black armours standing around the halls, I never know if there is someone inside or not, seems a little wasteful and vain to put such a useful and expensive thing like a full plate armour as decorations but who am I to judge the decor of another man castle.
Another bizarre thing is the statues, the gardens are full of them, One in particular has a set of 7 weeping winged people, they cover their faces with their hands, and I have to ask myself why. I can imagine how horrifying must be this garden at night, I can almost feel their stone eyes on me even as they are hiding it.
Boric said that the sculptors around town love Lord Palestars more than their wives.
It doesn't feel like the North for sure, but is not uncomfortable like the South, This place feels like something else, something new, and I hope that is a good thing.
...
But I can't deny the results, the place is fascinating, I feel like I could walk in these halls for days without losing interest.
"Is disorientating isn't it?" Boric asked "When I first arrived here there were only barren and broken walls, now? no wall is the same."
"It was all made by Antares?"
"Every painting, some I was there to look." Lady Haela said smiling weakly, I noticed now that she looked a little paler than before.
"Are you feeling well my lady?"
"Just a bit... queazy."
"Did your-Did the Citadel send a Maester?" Lord Cerwyn questioned, I hope is nothing bad.
"Yes, but he is with Lord Palestars," Boric answered, Now that is irresponsible, taking both healers away from the castle for months is a quick way for people to die of sickness.
"I-if you excuse me I have to..." She leaves in a hurry, Mansy the head servant follows behind her.
"What do you think Boric? Is something severe." I asked worried.
"The Maester and Lord Palestars may be away but Mansy also knows how to take care of a sick patient, but she is not sick," he said smiling.
"What do you mean?"
...Pov: Bradburn...
We sail smoothly through the Dagger Lake, Our destination is Norvos, and we need more supplies, Our stay in the Sorrows is taking longer than we should, and while our lord can grow plants the men need meat, ale and more so Lord Palestars send me, Qohor is closer but he said is better to go to Norvos, he doesn't want to interact with the city of sorcerers yet.
"CAPTAIN! A SHIP STARBOARD! NO FLAG!" the man at the Crowsnest screams, I go to the railing and take a look, an ill-kept galley is sailing at a distance, Pirates, the ships of the free cities don't travel through here without an escort.
"PORTSIDE CAPTAIN! ANOTHER ONE!" A carrack this time, I know this one, Hag's Teeth is its name, Korra that whore, thinks she owns the lake, they trying to trap us in between them by the sides, they are trying to stay away from our front, so they can board our ship and take control of it.
HA, and I am the crazy one.
"IN BATTLE POSITIONS YOUR RATS WILL BE A COLD DAY IN VALYRIA BEFORE I LET FUCKING PIRATES STEAL ONE OF MY LORD SHIPS!"
The sailors start to run around and arm themselves, and two of them start to boil the Greek fire, the hissing sound of the pilot flame is just... hypnotic.
The Tambor starts to sound and we pick up the pace.
"STARBOARD! FULL STRENGTH AHEAD"
The crash was quick and decisive, normal warships couldn't handle a strike of a sea dragon, ill-kept rotting pieces of driftwood like these pirate ships, had no chance at all.
the other ship turned tail in the other direction immediately, fucking bitch.
"BRING THEM OUT OF THE WATER"
15 pirates on my deck, Oh what I am going to do?
... POV: ?...
On another day of sailing through the Dagger Lake, we heard that Korra had a brush with Westerosi that hole up in the sorrows, they serve the owl lord or some shit like that, fucking bitch turned away at the first sign of trouble, women should stay in brothels not playing pirate, a man would have taken the ship of the westerosi lord as I will do.
"C-CAPTAIN! LOOK!"
I look in the direction of where they pointing and see, that thing.
Floating on a raft of wood is a mast, on top of it is a black banner with a white owl, and under a sign, written in red was "PIRATES BE WARNED" All around it or hanging from the structure were burned corpses, were just there drifting in the lake with no direction.
...
Norvos was an interesting place, The noble, the rich and all of those nice folks lived in the upper city, it was ringed about by mighty stone walls and was located on the tallest hill in the region, but it looked like a graveyard, a lot of stone building and silent as can be, the lower city, on the other hand, is three hundred feet below, at the base of the hill, by the river, spread out along shore is protected by moats, ditches, and a timber palisade there is also wharves, brothels, and beer halls, and look like people live here, is quite lively.
The wharf had a smell of mud and smoke to it, The people in the port looked at the warship with curiosity and a bit of fear, I turned to the crew united here and said.
"Hey, you lot listen to me now," their heads turn in my direction.
"We will be staying two days here so if want to do something in the city, do it, but if you try and bring a whore inside the ship I will throw her in the river with you. Again, "I focus my stare on one particular sailor, laughs pass through the crew as they pick on their crewmate, as we were ready to leave the ship we heard a sound.
*GONG* A deep bell rang through the city, some of the people on the wharf dropped anything they were doing and fell to their knees and started to pray.
A few minutes later a second *GONG* was heard and from their knees, they lowered their head till they touched the ground and kept praying.
Once again the deep bell sounded from the upper city *GONG* and they raised from their feet and kept going with their days.
Well, that something, must be one of the three Norvoshi bells.
...next day...
The supplies were bought and taken to the ship, and now a good part of the crew was in a tavern in front of our ship we basically took all the tables and we are at the moment the only ones in the tavern, just drinking and being merry when out of an alleyway a blur of white runs past us and enter the tavern.
Soon after three men leave the alleyway running.
"Where the fuck is the little bitch?" the first with a black beard and a missing eye said.
"Fuck man, fuck!" the scranny rat-faced one panicked.
"The fault of this shit is yours!" he slaps the back of the head of the rat man" We are supposed to give them a scare, you fucked up!" the third one with blue hair roared at the rat's face.
"Hey, you! River rat did you see a girl with white hair and purple eyes pass through here?" asked the one with the beard to one of my crew.
"Who you think you calling River rat, cunt?" I answer for him.
"Fuck off old man this doesn't concern you" As he says this some of my sailors start to raise from their tables, I get up as well, they notice our uniforms.
"H-hey calm down, no need for violence we're all friends here." the rat-faced one says.
"Are we now? Then let me offer you a drink, how about something that burns... on the way down?" At this point, they realise that they are pretty much surrounded.
"It's not necessary really!" the rat's face skiqued.
"W-we have business elsewhere" the blue-haired one shutter, I get close, to very close.
"You better be going then huh, it would be a shame if something happened and you wouldn't be able to attend." he nods and runs away with his mates, and my crew start to laugh at them.
" I think the rat boy shat himself!"
"The one-eyed fucker couldn't even talk!"
The laugh gets louder after that, Two men bring the little runner to me, it is a young girl between 0 and 15, I can never tell with children, She has white hair and purple eyes, puffed red and with tears, and she was dressed in a well made dark grey dress that was ripped in the legs, she had a sachel as well.
"Well girl, what did you do to piss off the three idiots that were following you?"
she looks down but doesn't answer.
"Do you have a name?" she just trembles and swallows some of her crying.
"Fine then, throw her in the street."
"A-ALISA" she half screams, that is a lie.
"Is that so, well Alisa why were you being chased"
"T-they were thieves, they killed..." The tears return and she starts to sob, sigh, I am not made for this.
"TUCO, COVIR, COME HERE!" both men raise from a table and get close to our table.
"Captain!" both say.
"You both escort the little lady home and tell her parents what happened here." By the quality of the cloaths and the soft skin, she is clearly a noble, and might as well gather some goodwill around here.
"I-I don't live in this city," she says controlling her crying once again.
"And pray to tell where do you live girlie?"
"Nowhere"
"Listen, girl, you have to help me so I help you, got it?" she nods
"Now where do you live and are you a noble?"
"I-I was kicked out of my house with my brother, It was in Braavos and we are nobles."
It only gets better.
"And your brother was the one they killed?" she nods again, just great.
"So what will you do now?" she looks around with a lost look.
"I don't know?" she looks at me like waiting for an answer.
"If you don't how would I?"
"Hey, cap'n we could take her with us and dump her in the halls of knowledge." one sailor from a nearby table said, the girl looked between us without understanding.
"We can do that?" I am not so sure about it, as far as I know, the Halls of Knowledge are not an orphanage.
"Dunno," he shrugs" We probably should ask Lord Palestars," the sailor said back.
I mean if she is from a noble house from Braavos that could be useful for Lord Palestars, ransom her or make an alliance or some shit like that, you know what, I take the girl to him and he decides.
"Fine then girly, we take you with us, but my ship is a warship, not a cruise, you will work to earn your passage."
"I-i, yes"
I have a bad feeling about this.
...3 days later...
I look as "Alisa" tries to tie a knot, and fails, miserably, she looks miserable as well.
"GIRL!" she bolts up in alert.
"Y-yes captain!" she says and comes running to me, she is still in her grey dress since none of our uniforms was small enough.
"What in all the hells were you doing?" I ask her, my first mate, Gibbs is beside me.
"I-uh I was tying a knot for... something?" Gibbs laughs at her answer.
"Thank you Mister Gibbs for volunteering yourself to teach her the ropes around here" The smile fades and he tries to reply.
"Wait captain, I-I... aye captain"
That will keep her mind occupied and prevent her from mopping around.
...
The crew settle down to eat dinner on the deck, many men sit around to talk and socialize, among them a small girl sits there as well.
"So Alisa how has been your voyage aboard the Burning Sea?" one of the sailors questions.
She makes a face "Is that really the name of the ship?"
"Got a problem girly?" I ask from the castle of the ship.
"N-NO CAPTAIN!" she shrieked the men around laughed and she turned red.
"I like it, I always liked the sea, it makes me feel free, Well, We are not sailing on the sea, but is close enough." Some smiles emerge around her.
"You right about that missy, Sailing is freedom, and those that sail under the sorcerer owl are the freest of all." one of the sailors said and the others cheered.
"The sorcerer owl?" the lass asks him.
"Our lord, Antares Palestars, his house symbol is a white owl, You have seen our flag, he is also a powerful sorcerer."
"You just lying to me now" she pouts the way only children do.
"We are not, I swear on all my dead relatives, even those that are alive and not that well."
"Did you see? him using magic," she asks with scepticism.
"HA, did I? Many, many times, sometimes an item is out of reach and it just flies to his hands, I never know if he is lazy or just showing off." the sailor says and the others laugh, They start to share the casual use of magic we saw, coming from Lord Palestars.
"He must be an interesting man," she states.
"You can accuse Lord Palestars of many things and he probably will be able to dodge them all, but boring is not an accusation he deserves, he created Greek fire after all," I say, and the crew roll their eyes.
"What is Greek fire?" the girl asked
"Is a fire that burns even water and sticks to anything like a bad stench, it burns hotter and for more time than any normal fire, and is more controllable than wildfire" I explain.
"Whoa, it must be pretty!" she widens her eyes.
"A girl after my own heart," I say and the crew laughs at that.
"Please no, one is enough." Gibbs comment by the side
"I hope I meet him someday," she says with a small smile on her face.
"You will, soon," I answer her.
...
The men are unloading the ship, on the dock and from them, the others are taken to the temple where we made our base, and where the glowing weirwood tree is, but my focus is somewhere else, is in the man in front of me.
"So you brought her here, and you don't know who she is? Is that right?" Lord Palestars question me.
"I mean, is just a girl, she said her house was in Braavos so maybe we could get a ramson or something, I know she is lying about her name, sometimes we call her and she doesn't realise, it makes it obvious"
I hear a heavy sigh coming from the man and he mumbles something like
"Of course, she would end up with the pyromaniac." I didn't know what a Pyromaniac was, but I liked it.
"What about her brother" How did he know? right, magic.
"Dead"
"Dead?" he raises his eyebrows.
"Yeah, some thieves killed him and almost got the girl, but I think there is something more, they fucked up, they aren't supposed to kill them, just scare them," I speak in a low voice.
"The plot thickens," he says in a low voice also.
"What?"
"Forget it"
"What you will do with her, my lord? She doesn't know her way around a ship but she learns fast, certainly faster than those fuck ups my crew is full of" I say without any bite on my speech.
"Let's ask her," he says and goes in the direction of the girl who is sitting on some crates waiting for us, she is wearing a black and white uniform, where lord Palestar got it is beyond me.
As we approach I see the girl grow nervous, I don't blame her, Lord Palestars is a good fellow, quite friendly, but the first time you see him, he can be intimidating, he is too tall, too handsome, too clean, too colourful, like a book character, or something from the age of heroes, he gives a feeling of unnatural, which is fair considering all the magic.
"M-my lord" She got up from the box and made a courtesy, her stutter was back, and she was nervous, She looked at me and then at him.
"I see," he says after a few moments of silence.
"How about this little one, I will bring you with me to my hold, you will live as a... ward, you will learn how to sail, how to fight, how to survive, under my protection, but you must make an oath to me, a magical oath, in front of the old gods." he says, the girl digest all of that and hesitantly asks.
"What oath?"
"You will renounce your heritage and your birthright, do that and not only you will gain my protection but I will show you that you are not the last of your lineage."
Her eyes turn big at the revelation and she says...
Hello fellas, I am back!
You thought me dead, almost but not, Sorry for the long wait, life sometimes just kicks you down the hill and them throws an anvil on top.
but anyway, here is the chapter hope y'all like it.
Question time!
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...POV: Dalton Waters...
Cold and wind, darkness and snow-covered trees, that is all That exists here, WHY does anyone live here? The crownlands had much more agreeable weather, Why did Bran the builder didn't put everyone on the other side of the fucking wall, and seal the fucking thing?
"Hurry up Dalton or we leave your arse behind!" someone shouts from the front of the marching column.
"I'm going!" I shouted, looking at the ranging party, two other brothers, Bryce and Ronan, and the First Ranger, Benjen Stark, and three of those things.
"First ranger, why we are here?" Bryce asked warming his hands with his breath, The First Ranger sighed.
"Once again Bryce, we are here to scout and see what is happening, why there are so many tribes moving about, and try and find what Mance is doing."
"Yeah, but why us?" the first ranger looked at Bryce with a raised eyebrow.
"We are the rangers of the night watch if not us, then who?"
"I know, I know, just complaining," Bryce sight as he said.
"As always!" Ronan says from the front.
"Fuck you," he says back
"Alright pipe down, We soon will arrive at the location of the tribe, We are here just to take a look, from afar, no need to draw attention to us," The first ranger explained the plan.
"Not draw attention? with these three fuckers over there?" he points at the nightguard as we are calling them.
"Funny, I don't remember you complaining when they stay guard at night, or when they carry the baggage."
Is a bit embarrassing when he puts it like that, but they are fucking weird.
They don't sleep, don't tire, don't complain. That is bad enough but to make it worse, they come from Moat Cailin, which by itself is enough to earn suspicion, that the demonic sorcerer is up to no good.
We never had a lot of recruits, but these last months, we receive a lot of those armoured freaks and little to no men.
"They are part of the Watch, like or not, and is better to have them with us than not."
...
"So I am not an authority on wildlings but... something is not right here," Bryce says.
We all lying on the snow some distance from the tribe location, The First Ranger passed the Myrish glass to me, and I looked through and saw the camp.
Is empty, with no one in sight, just the huts, there is still some kind of animal above the fireplace, the fire is long gone.
"Should we... you know... go there check?" I ask uncertainly.
"I say we count our blessings and thank the gods for removing a tribe of those animals from this place." Bryce makes his opinion known.
"Yes, we go check," the First Ranger says as he gets up and unsheats his sword. "Be prepared for anything."
We unsheath our swords, and we make our way to the desert camp.
As we entered the place, we were received by a silence so thoroughly that even nature was quiet, which was deeply disturbing, no wind, no distant howl, nothing.
The cold was more bitter here, it cut through our pelts our flesh and our bone.
"Look into the huts," the First Ranger all but whispered but I could hear it clear in this silence, the only sound that break this silence is the creaking of the armours of our companions.
I entered one of the huts, to check, but inside there was nothing out of expectations, pelts and fur, bones, some wood for carving, and some rudimentary weapons.
I leave the hut, I see Ronan leave the one in front, he looks at me and shrugs his shoulders silently, I walk to the next hut, more of the same, everything as expected with no disturbances, like they just got up and left all behind.
I leave again and I hear an "Over here!" coming from one of the huts, I run to the voice sword in hand, and I see Ronan and Bryce leaving the huts They are inside and running with me to the hut the voice came from.
As we arrive close to the hut, we can see the First Ranger kneeling by the entrance of the hut, We can see the red that tarnishes the white of the snow around the tent, blood, As we stop in front of the tent, the cold that comes from it is numbing, I feel my fingers freezing under the gloves and my toes under my boots, my lip break and the air becomes painful to breathe, is almost seem to be ice shards in the wind.
"W-What is... this?" I manage to wheeze out.
"I don't know." The first Ranger gives the worst answer I could receive, Bryce, Rolan and I are in a bad state, but the First Ranger seems the least affected by all this.
In front of us on a nightmarish spiral, are the limbs and bodies of many men, women and children.
One of the children seems to be looking straight at me with its dead blue eyes, I see it blink, I can't breathe, I can't breathe.
The terror that fills me with difficulty to breath becomes too much and I drop my sword and start to run away, not even outside of the triI stumble unto something and fall face first into the snow, As I rise from the ground bile comes up my throat and I vomit on the ground.
I feel a heavy hand on my shoulder it starts to push me, I feel so disoriented that I can barely resist, and soon enough darkness takes over my vision like a cold embrace.
...Pov: Daenerys Targaryen(Alisa)...
I feel the sorcerer's hand pass through my hair, from the top of my head to the tips of it, I can see a faint light coming from behind me as his hand move through my hair.
"It's done." I hear him say.
I look behind at his face, Captain Bradburn and Gibbs are looking as well, and he points to the river water, I run to it and take a look at my reflection, it's me but with red hair! It looks so pretty!
"GIBBS! GIBBS! Look at my hair!" I ran to him, I like Gibbs, he is so nice and he taught me how to sail, more or less, I have a lot to learn.
"You look very beautiful, Alisa," he says with a kind smile.
"I still don't know why you would do that, my lord, white hair is perfectly normal," Bradburn said to Lord Palestars.
"Better safe than sorry, it's a temporary thing."
Well, my good fellows, I will let you do your work, Come, Alisa, I have someone to introduce to you." He gets up and starts to walk to one of the buildings, There is a lot of construction happening here, Lord Palestars said that this would be a trading post or a port for his ships, so they are building a lot.
"Since you accepted my offer, You will learn how to sail and command a vessel from both Gibbs and Captain Bradburn, but I want to see if you can be something more." Lord Palestar say.
"M-more?" I stutter, he still makes me nervous.
"Yes, more but first we have a promise to make," he says as we approach the big temple, The sailors say that lord Palestars killed a devil and took the temple for the old gods.
As we enter inside a golden light bathes the whole place, Many men are kneeling and the ground hands clasped or on their laps, there is a comforting silence and a warm atmosphere inside this place.
At the end of the hall, the origin of the golden light is made clear by a big white tree, that has a stone face coming out of its bark and is glowing, well the leaves are glowing golden. Lord Palestars approach it and I follow.
The closer to the tree we get, the stronger the feeling gets stronger, I feel happy, genuinely happy, I feel like when I was in the house house in Braavos again, the image of the tree gets blurred and tears start to fall from my eyes.
I feel a light hand on my shoulder It gently pushes me forward, towards the altar in front of the tree, People start to rise and leave until there is only me Lord Palestars and an old man.
"This is Marwyn he will be the witness to your promise and your teacher of the high mysteries," I nod too entranced by the tree to care.
"My lord?" the old man questioned.
"In our future endeavours, she will most probably be useful, after all, Valyria was built by fire and blood, I am sure she will ease our path, she will be the first of many." The old man looks at me once again and nods.
"Let us begin" He pushed me to my knees in front of the tree, my knees hit the cold stone floor.
"Do you Daenerys Targaryen, renounce any claim to the Iron throne in front of the old gods?" Lord Palestar inquiries.
"I-I do!" It feels almost wrong to do so, like he is stealing something from me and I am letting him, but at the same time, I feel lighter, like a burden was taken from me.
"Do you renounce your name?" Marwyn questions.
"Yes, I do."
"Do you believe in the power of the old gods?" She looks at the glowing tree that fills her with uncontained joy.
"I do"The tree glows brighter.
"Do you accept them in your life?" the voice belongs to... someone?
"Yes"
White lines start to appear on my arms, they look like branches of a weirwood tree.
"Raise then, First Scion of the Dawn." the same voice I can't identify says, and then blackness takes me as a warm blanket.
...POV:Antares Palestars...
I catch the girl with telekinesis as she falls, That was badass when I thought to make her a paladin, paladin? More like a warlock maybe, well anyway, when I decided to give her the blessing of the old gods I didn't expect that, I didn't expect to work at all.
Seems like the magical glowing tree is a very convincing argument to convert normal people, let alone a 5-year-old.
Damn, that's kind of fucked up, I am using magic to convert a 5-year-old to a religion I don't particularly believe because she might be useful exploring the ruins of an ancient civilisation.
wow, I changed huh, When I think about it feels kind of bad but not enough for me to stop.
There are worse fates to have, especially here in Planetos, like her brother who is dead because I moved a chair or something, Planetos messes with your mind.
"Marwyn tomorrow you will start her education in the high mysteries, She not only has the blood of Valyria but of the dragonlords, as thin as it might be, she should take to sorcery like a fish to the water, or better yet a dragon to fire."
"My lord why the sudden interest in her?"asked the aged man.
"I don't know how valyria is Marwyn, Any attempts to look at it with the glass candle simply fail." I shook my head.
"I can think of some reasons why, first the doom was so potent that is fucking with magic in the region until now, which is very possible."
"If that is the case is better to have another pair of trained eyes on any magical shenanigans."
"On the second option, is possible that part of the protections of Valyria still work, which is a problematic possibility as well.
"If the second could be true, maybe, MAYBE we could use the dragonlord blood to pass through them, instead of forcing our way through whatever protection valyria has."
"If we don't force our way in then perhaps we can study the defences and recreate them while they still working!"
"That is the ideal, but Ideal is hard to find around here."
Marwyn scratches his chin and says.
"I might need some books from the Moat to start with her education in the high mysteries."
"You will have it, I have to go back to the Moat to check if they didn't sink my castle in the swamp while I was away." I say with a dramatic flair.
"After I come back we will go into the submerged part of the Palace of Prince Garin," I say and Marwyn smiles.
"I can't wait for my lord"
...
The glow diminishes and I see the room of the teleportation circle in the moat, I leave the room, and head to my library, is not the biggest, but is growing, the spell Mass transcription lets me copy an entire book into a blank one was astronomically helpful, of course still expensive but at least it doesn't take months to finish copying one single book, I just need more paper for books.
I walk through the keep, I see some maids working, carrying baskets full of clothes,one in particular sees me, and calls my name.
"Lord Palestars!" she comes running down the hall.
"Tysha, how are you? Have everyone treated you well?" it have been a hot minute since I spoke with her.
"Better than I have been in a long time, and yes, some tried to be a problem but Mansy set them straight," she answered with a smile, That's nice, I knew mansy was a real one, she has that grandma that takes no bullshit vibe.
"Mansy said if anyone saw you we should say that she wants to talk to you and warn that Lord Stark is in the Moat, which is weird because I heard you were in Essos," she says.
"Lord Stark, here? well in case he asks I have never been here okay, Keep it between us, I will see what Mansy want to talk about where she is?."
"Proprably in your chambers my lord with Lady Haela,"
"All right, thank you Tysha." I start to walk in my chamber direction,"
"Thank you, my lord, for everything," she bows her head.
As I arrive in front of the doors of my chambers the two owlguards salute me and I enter through the doors.
Inside I hear the unmistakable sound of someone vomiting, I walk further in and see Haela vomiting in a chamber pot, Mansy holds her forehead.
"Ah, my lord your back, We have much to talk about,"
"Forget about that, What is wrong with her?" I approached worried to start an examination on Haela.
Mansy smiled and said.
"Well..."
...POV: Oberyn Martell...
"Doran, you're my brother and a smart man, but I will fucking throw you down the stairs, you can't really have a sliver of trust in that smug blue-lipped freak." Doran is visiting the water gardens and Arianne and I, I am here to keep an eye on the man we brought to help with the child.
My brother's grand plan for revenge twisted turned and changed, and I can see it still not working, maybe is a family trait we plan for so long that the plan turns useless or we don't plan at all and get fucked for it.
It is an effective plan, for a hastily made one, It would work if he trusted a bit more to his people, but he still kept his card too close to his chest.
The plan is we take one of the children of Antares and Arianne and send him or her to Essos, he would live as a king, learn from any magic user we could find, and when the time was right the child would be married to one of the Targaryen.
With Arriane married to Antares and one of his children in the line for the throne, we would have the most powerful navy and sorcerer of the known world, plus the spears of Dorne and whoever joined in, and it would be many, king among them the Reach.
The position of Antares is also perfect to cut the North from helping the Baratheons and their lot, so yes the idea is good but is too fragile.
Especially with this fucking warlock looking at Ariane's belly like it is a dragon ready to be born, it also fails to consider how pissed Antares could be, my brother is not thinking straight, where did he even find this warlock?
"Razneq has my trust Oberyn, He will help us," he says and looks me in the eyes, his eyes, have an almost blue hue to them now, Doran got the gaut sometime this year, and the warlock offered potions and whatnot to keep his pain away, I don't trust it, and I don't trust the Man, soon he will not be a problem anymore though.
Sunspear seems darker this day, colder even, as funny as it may sound.
"That put douth on your judgement, it doesn't make me trust him more." he frowns at it.
"Then trust yourself and your spear, if he does something that deserves punishment, then punish him."
"I will, Doran, I will."
We arrive at one of the benches that lay on the shadow of a big palm tree there sits my niece with a big belly, and my beloved sits by her side.
"Well look who finally arrived." Ellaria rises and kisses me, and I return with passion." Your niece has a new admirer," she says with a humorous smile.
"Does she?"
"Well, dear father," the sarcasm in the voice took me away from my paramour, I looked to see my niece glare at my brother" You will be happy to know that even in your prison I still manage to make friends." I hear Doran sigh.
"Is that so?"
Ellaria let a small laugh and says
"Yes indeed, where he is, where he is, oh over there," She points at one of the trees and a red hawk is looking, no, glaring at us, he quite funny, he looks almost shocked.
"He landed right here by the bench and hasn't taken the eyes out of Ariane since then, he looked shocked at her, Maybe Antares has competition." he giggles behind her hand.
"First the owl, now a hawk, It looks to me like you have a type, my dear niece."
"You are hilarious uncle, a truly borne jester," she says with a cheeky tone.
"You hurt me, dear niece, Deep inside, I like it."
"Of course you would," Ellaria chips in.
"Now, what that is supposed to mean?"
"You know very well what it means," she gives me a sultry smile.
Silence grows after that, Doran sits on the bench and asks as he did all the visits.
"Are you well, Arianne?"
"I don't know how can I be well, with that freak of yours watching me like... well, I wouldn't compare him to a hawk since I felt a lot more comfortable under the gaze of one." She gestures to the red hawk still glaring at us.
"I know you don't like Razneq but he is important to your health, We don't know what will happen with those children during labour."
"Then. send a message. to their. father!"
"I can't do that, Arianne, and you know it," Arianne threw her hands in the air.
"Then no father, I am not well, That warlock of yours makes me feel threatened and not because of my health but for my children!"
"Is unfortunate that you feel like that about him, but he will remain here, until the birth of your children, It won't take long for it or so he tells me" he looks her in the eyes as he says.
"And then he is gone?"
"Yes," he broke his eye contact.
The hawk flies away.
...POV: Razneq...
"Yes, yes, I can feel it, The children will have immense power if we give them to the heart, we will rise again, the lord is already under my control, too far into the evening shade."
the candle glow increases and a voice coming out of nowhere speaks.
"The sorcerer, he must not find out, he is too dangerous." The voice was raspy and dragged the words.
"He doesn't suspect a thing, the children are almost born, and he didn't care to step in Dorne."
"He can't sense them or does not care for them, which is understandable for someone of his power, he doesn't need the competition an heir would give him, the girl would die in the labour if I had not been draining the children's power."
"Good, bring the children, the heart hungers, bring it such a banquet and you shall be revered among your peers, be wary of the sorcerer." the raspy voice says once more.
"Yes, we shall be grand once more,"
The candle slowly starts to wane until the uncomfortably bright light turns into a fraction of what once was.
I rise from the front of the candle and clean my robes, these children are what we need.
I hear a voice coming from the door.
"M-my lord?"
I look in the door direction to see a brown-haired, girl, looking scared, she carries a tray with food.
"Leave the food on the table and leave."
"As you wish"
I ignore her and go to my tomes, maybe just in case it would be better to put the Martell girl under a protective spell, to avoid detection, the amount of power that is coming through her is more than enough to feed said spell.
I feel a sharp excruciating pain in my back, I feel the blood start to pour out, I turn and see the girl with a dagger on my back.
I quickly shove my hand on her face and start to sip her life force.
Instead of her getting weaker and her skin getting saggy and old as is normal, her face brakes into a thousand pieces and falls to the ground.
Behind the girl's common innocent face a male one hides smirking as he plunges his dagger in my throat.
I start to choke on my blood as I watch the man approach with a dagger, I hear the sound of wings flapping as darkness takes me.
...POV: Antares Palestars...
What the actual fuck is happening? Three days ago I discovered I am going to be a father! I also discovered that moon tea doesn't work! On my children at least, And then I noticed that if didn't work on Haella didn't work on Arianne, so here I am, in Dorne.
And what cluster fuck this place is, Doran simply decided to not warn me of MY children, yes children, I don't need to be an expert to know that her belly is too big to have one baby there. And I am an expert.
And then out of nowhere there is a fucking warlock here, and then then I go look in his chambers and he got murdered by a faceless man, what the fuck is up with that!?
Ok, ok calm down, deep hawk breaths, what I am going to do for now?
I see the faceless leave the room and I look back down to the yard where the Martells are still sitting in the shade of a tree.
Didn't Doran want to take my children?
Maybe I should will take one of his.
...POV:Arianne Martell...
I woke up from a quite pleasant dream, I was flying, with that hawk that visited me yesterday, shame to have to wake so soon from it, I looked around for my...
I don't recognise this room, where am I, panic starts to fill me until I see what is by the door.
Its one of Antares owlguard! Why he is here? Why I am here?
While I think that the doors open and many servants come in with plates of food and hot water for the tub, behind the small crow enters a familiar face, with green eyes and a mane of red hair, I smile at the father of my children, he stops at the front of the bed and says with a teasing voice.
"Do you have any idea the headache you caused me?"
Well here is the next chapter hope that is of your liking.
So in the subject of another reincarnated, there will be no other, so back to the frontline with Tanya.
I've been trying to rewrite the early chapters, only 1 and 2 for now, nothing will change, just trying to ease up the reading or make clearer some parts that may be confusing, because it was rough, those first ones.
One last thing there is a new portrait of Haella!
As always suggestions and corrections in the comments
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