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One Positive Change at a Time (ASOIAF: Viserys SI)

Discussion in 'Creative Writing' started by Flightless Man, Oct 12, 2021.

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Future wife (need time to shape things in the chosen direction)

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  1. Threadmarks: Chapter 54: Playing Nice
    Flightless Man

    Flightless Man I trust you know where the happy button is?

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    Chapter 54: Playing Nice
    Rhaenys Martell

    “Try the other door,” I hiss to Quentyn as he finds the servants door going from the kitchen to outside locked.

    Barred windows and dozens of doors that we can’t open… how are we going to get out of here? Illyrio and Arthur’s meeting with the Ironborn will be over soon!

    “None of them are budging,” He growls back and removes his bent hair pins from the door. “And your pins are gold, way to soft to be useful.”

    “At least I managed to find something we could try, you just spend all your time with the Blackfyre.” My frustration towards him has been growing for the last few days and I can’t stop my biting comment.

    Quentyn rolls his eyes and doesn’t let my anger draw him into bickering. “Daemon isn’t that bad, he didn’t even know we had been kidnapped.”


    “How can you believe him?” Wanting to reunite our families could have been done with Daenerys and a proper betrothal. All this did was recreate the events that sparked Robert’s Rebellion.

    “Because he thinks we’re all working together… he’s kind of sheltered if you hadn’t noticed.” I try not to pay him any more mind than I have to, this is only a temporary prison. “Viserys made sure you didn’t get blamed for your father’s actions. Why are you blaming Daemon?”

    I manage not to scream and give my cousin a firm glare. “We had to separate ourselves from the mad ones in our family. He’s going right along with their plans!” Okay that last part was a little loud.

    “And didn’t you say Viserys acted like a spoiled brat until he had to act?” I may vaguely recall him and his constant teasing before he suddenly began acting like a grown up. “Daemon is locked up in here with us… maybe we should ask him if he wants to sneak out and explore Pentos. We can get away from him a lot easier than we can everyone here in the manse.”

    “He’s not going to believe I suddenly want to spend time with him.” Admitting that I may have made our escape more difficult is difficult to do and only made more so by Quentyn’s cocky smirk.

    “Daemon is lonely and he thinks you two will wed one day. Just tell him you’re mad at Oberyn and want to finally give him a chance.” I don’t want to though and I’ve never been very good at lying. “He’ll jump at the chance to finally spend some time with you.”

    Voices in the hallway make us dash to the platter of cheese we’ve already prepared and nearly walk right into a frowning Arthur Dayne. “What are you two doing back here?” His frown softens when I hold up the cheese we’ve carefully made look has been picked over for a while. “You’re going to spoil your appetite.”

    “So you don’t want some?” A smirk grows as I pull the platter away.

    “Now I didn’t say that…” He grabs a handful before it’s out of reach and pats me on the head. “It just looks like you’ve had more than enough. I’ll put the rest of this away while you go clean up for supper.”

    Quentyn is right and I need to do everything I can to escape. “Is Daemon busy? I’ve realized I’ve been unfair to him and would like to apologize.”

    A flicker of disbelief can be seen in Arthur’s eyes and he narrows them in thought. “You aren’t one to just give up. What changed?” And this is why I try not to lie, I’m horrible at it.

    Come on, think! What will convince him I’m being genuine?

    “I’ve been blaming all of you for Viserys getting sick,” Like I will for the rest of my life. “But he was only doing what he did in King’s Landing. Keeping people safe.” From you! Somehow I keep the hate from my face and my voice calm.

    Arthur smiles wide and seems to believe me. “It’s good of you to forgive those who had no hand in Viserys’ plight.” Luckily for me I can keep on hating you and Illyrio. “You’re really growing up and will be both a wise and beautiful Queen one day.” Wait… What?

    “What are you talking about, Aegon is the ‘King’?”

    “He has chosen to join the Faith and it now falls to you and Daemon to rule in his stead.” His frown is back with a vengeance. “It will be some time before we are able to make a second attempt.”

    Aegon has taken to Mother’s love for the Seven like a duck to water and I can actually imagine him being happy with such a life. Good for you little brother, you didn’t let them win. Now I just have to escape and the whole plot loses any legitimacy.

    “Will the Ironborn be joining us again in our second attempt?” I try to get any extra information but Arthur just shakes his head.

    “No. The Ironborn have proven how poor of allies they are.” His stiffening gait is a sign that he’s trying not to curse in front of us. “One brother dead, one has fled, and a third has lost his head. Euron is madder than Aerys if he expects his crew to sail into the Doom.”

    As shocked as I am, Quentyn is faster with his question. “Why would anyone do something so insane? No one has ever come back from that place… even Uncle Oberyn said it was only the destination of the suicidal.”

    “He wouldn’t say but I will glad to be rid of such a monster.” You’re the ones who made the alliance, you’re just as to blame for anything they did in Aegon’s name.




    Jaime Lannister
    Once I manage to worm my way inside the Rock, I find the castle barely has enough men to create the illusion of a full staff. None of the guards are ones I can recognize which means the thirty are all Hightower men. Don’t need to hold back on any of them.

    Instead of trying to take the castle myself, I go for the dungeon first. About a third of the servants have been locked up for being too loyal to my family and that means I can trust everyone once I get them armed.

    The always squeaky door doesn’t even make a sound with my gloved hand on it and the pair of dicing guards are unaware of my entrance. My dagger slams into the temple of one and I slam my stony fist against his partner’s skull.

    His head cracks before he hits the floor, which makes me realize I broke the bone with my punch. This hand is incredible.

    “Lord Jaime?” Gasps a very relieved Tysha as everyone else realizes who is unlocking the cells. “But they said you had been captured.”

    “I escaped and may have had to sneak past a few armies on the way home…” Pride surges in me as the servants look at me with awe. “Was going to take back the castle myself but figured such loyal folk as you would like a chance to fight.”

    “Damn straight we do!” One of the butchers roars his agreement before remembering himself. “Er… I mean yes my Lord.”

    Good, I need that kind of enthusiasm. “We need to take the armory before they know what we’re doing and make sure the Hightowers are all taken alive.” I’m not forgetting my bargain, my wife and her family will be thrown into the sea before this day is done.

    “Lord Kevan and any of the knights worth a ransom are locked in the guest quarters.” Adds Tysha with a wince drawing my gaze to a purple patch on her jawline. None of them are uninjured but it seems to mostly be scraps and bruises.

    “That’s in the opposite direction.” Weapons and armor will be more useful in retaking my home. “We’ll have to get them after we arm ourselves.”

    She shares a conniving look with the butcher. “But the kitchens are right beneath them… send a few of us and we can take knives on the way.”

    “Only volunteers, I’m not ordering anyone to do what I can’t.” I get eight before my breath is finished and Tysha leads them away with a fury in each step.

    Going to need to knight each man who lives through this and push some bastards into marrying the girls. I don’t think I could do this on my own and I will pay my debt to each of those who survive. Father will understand, we raised the Cleganes and they've proven very useful.

     
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  2. Flightless Man

    Flightless Man I trust you know where the happy button is?

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    Because of both foreshadowing and red herrings.

    Brightroar will be appearing.

    If anyone leaves alive, they can sell the knowledge of how.

    I dunno, maybe Sothoryos if he has to keep running?
     
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  3. Threadmarks: Chapter 55: What Big Teeth You Have
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    Chapter 55: What Big Teeth You Have
    Viserys Ashtar

    Our safe space only has a single black stone building about three stories tall. It has an expansive patio supported by columns of more fused stone and I’m pretty sure even the enormous dragon still circling us could land with no issue.

    Three rows of graves are marked with a bloody stone lining the path to the building, with me counting sixty eight in total. Walking inside shows some more of the lifelike tapestries, only these ones show a conflict with archers along a river.

    It’s about the Rhoynish wars based on the three dragons shown falling from the sky and the river boiling the defending army with the flames of hundreds of dragons. Nothing else aside from a few emptied crates and tattered bedrolls are in the room so we climb the first flight of stairs.

    The second floor resembles a large raven rookery. No eggs or thankfully living dragons are in the room but it’s clear this place was once home to at least a dozen hatchlings.

    “Was that thing born in here?” Grumbles Elyse when another ear piercing screech cuts through the tense silence.

    “Couldn’t have been, they only live a little over two hundred years.” But Barney’s parents might very well have been based on the size. “It must just nest nearby and hunt the centipedes to get by. It just saw us and got excited to try something new.”

    Balerion was barely able to fly three laps around King’s Landing in the end of his life, so this beast isn’t going to be able to keep up it’s flying for much longer. “We’re going to need to be ready to move once it tires itself out. Everyone eat something and make sure your boots are double knotted.”

    Climbing the final flight of stairs brings us to the balcony and we get an incredible view of the bowl shaped valley. The jagged cliffs surrounding us look like knifes made of the very stone itself and are fighting each other for the right to be called the tallest.

    A pedestal is at the end of the walkway and at it’s base rests a single charred corpse. The preservation magic would make it hard to determine the bodies age but the Valyrian steel long sword has a very unique lion pommel.

    “Looks like we found King Tommen.” Held in the black charcoal fingers is a yellow-white dragon horn bound with engraved bronze. “I guess he tried to control whatever dragons kept his own crew trapped here.”

    “Did it work?” Spitlick asks for everyone and even risks poking at the armor turned into a golden slag that seals the corpse to the stone.

    Either the horn had a different purpose or the blower lacked something. “If it did, don’t you think he would have flown home?”

    “Not if he was anything like you,” Snorts Barristan as I blush a light pink. “You wouldn’t leave us to die and this is the only body not buried.”

    A surge of idiotic thought fills my mind and I can’t shake it. What if this is the reason the dragon is sticking around? Maybe it knows something that could control it is in here.

    Dragons are about as smart as a crow according to the books and show. I think the only way we’re getting out of here is if I take a chance.

    “I’ve got an idea…” Grabbing the nearly six foot horn from King Tommen, I wince when his fingers crumble to ash. “But if it doesn’t work, I want you all ready to run for it. Those bugs will be back once the dragon is gone and you’ll need to get through the canyon fast.”

    “You mean we need to run.” With a knowing look in his eyes, Barristan blocks the stairs with his body.

    “No. I mean I’m using the horn and I’d like it if this wasn’t everyone’s last image of me.” Everyone flinches when I point at the blackened body melted to the building. “Only one of us even has a chance of blowing this thing.”

    No one is happy with my plan but nobody is keen on being eaten either, with all of them eventually heading back to the entrance. I follow to the ground floor but make promises entrenched in denial that I will see them all again soon.

    “Barristan, one thing before you go.” I stop him and realize this will likely be my last chance to ever know for sure.

    “Yes?”

    It’s not really fair to ask him this in front of everyone but i’m running out of time judging on the slowing of the shadow’s laps. “Duncan… who’s his father?”

    “Your brother Rhaegar.” His words are spoken clearly and nothing is wrong with my ears but it takes a few seconds to actually register.

    “How many woman was he screwing around on Elia with?” Of course I still come to the wrong conclusion even when I’m being spoon fed the answer.

    Barristan laughs and is quick to clear up my confusion. “Queen Lyanna wanted her son to grow up free like she never had the chance to do. She and Rhaegar had agreed she would give him a third child and he would help her flee to Essos.”

    The rest of his explanation makes sense and I finally understand why Lyanna would give as much attention to Duncan as she did to Joffrey. She never thought of herself as his mother but more of as his secret aunt.

    “If we’re allowed to ask the questions we’re still wondering about…” Arnold has a very serious look on his face. “Are you really a wizard?”

    “I keep telling you, it’s magnetism and not magic.” I roll my eyes as everyone mutters agreement with him.

    “It’s just some invisible force you say goes all over the world and only you seem to know the strange things it can do.” Even Barristan is doubtful of my claims it would seem. “If the maesters knew, every ship in Westeros would have one of these ‘compasses’.”

    “Well you better tell them about it when you get back home. Maybe think of a better name, something cool like ‘Dragon’s Fang’.” It never really came up when I was only allowed to sail within sight of Storm’s End, but maybe I should have considered sharing some of my knowledge before we left.

    Barristan grabs my shoulder and pulls me into a firm hug, with the others piling on once he does. “I’m so proud of you and wish you had a chance to show the world who you would have become. Something tells me we wont be seeing your ilk again for a long while.”

    “Thanks for coming to look after me even though I dismissed you all. I couldn’t have done all of this without everything you taught me.” I don’t bother keeping the emotion from my voice. “I’m so grateful to have known all of you. Now you all need to go, before I chicken out.”

    They depart for one side of the barrier while I cross the clearing to exit on the far side. The dragon horn held above my head like a mocking taunt for Barney the Dragon to see.

    It does and the shadow stops circling the safe zone and starts growing as it lands. It’s indeed a giant for it’s species, with scales of dark royal purple and pale violet horns. Time to find out if my madness has any method.

    I swallow my fear and shout through the barrier, my voice coming out once again in perfect High Valyrian. “You hatched wild and free but this will always be a danger to you!” I’m banking on how long the Emperor has been active and how likely it is he’s tried to control any dragons he finds. “Let my crew go free and I will end this threat to your freedom forever!”

    Barney’s eyes widen and I’m certain she understands my intent if not my words. “I just want them to be safe… they’re my hatchlings.” That seems to have triggered something in the dragon and her aggressiveness seems to fade.

    “I’m going to come out and break the horn. You decide what happens next.” I’ve already bought the crew enough time to reach the canyon and only need to keep Barney distracted for a little bit longer. “I really hope you decide not to eat me. I probably taste pretty dirty you know.” Shalescale probably isn’t going to be the most palatable meat.

    Stepping through the golden barrier of light doesn’t end with me being set aflame or being devoured and so I follow through with my words. I slam the horn against a section of black stone beneath my feet and hear the horn splinter along it’s entire length.

    “Alright, no one ever gets to control you now. Still want to eat me?” I tighten Brightroar’s sheathe on my waist and spread my arms wide. “I’m not running anymore, my knees hurt too much. So let’s get this over with.”

    She seems to understand my frustration and snorts a blast of hot sticky breath over me. I manage not to close my eyes when her mouth opens wide and barely even flinch when her jaws snap towards me.​
     
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    ThedudeManBro The brightest knife in the crayon box

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    Ya know? I'm loving this fic. Like LOVE. like, this sunnova bitch is the TOP, the number one, of GoT fics I've ever read. Fuck i 100% enjoy reading this much, much more than the goddamn Source Material!

    If I have a single iota of complaint, is that I legit feel frustrated when I read what's happening in Westeros and their moron bunch instead of reading more of the amazing and touching adventures of Vyseris and friends.

    It's... A bizzare feeling this one.
     
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    Flightless Man I trust you know where the happy button is?

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    This almost made me cry and I may still. Thank you so much for saying this.

    I really want to show most problems in Westeros aren't one person/family, but is an entire generation of people working of old hatreds we never saw. I want to have a compelling plotline but I need people to care about at least one character. Showing what people want and how far they will all go for their different life goals has been really enjoyable.

    Dale wants kids and a nice wife so he can settle down, Viserys just wants a damn beach, Sandor wants the kids he cares about to no longer need him, Duncan needed to know who he was, Tyrion needs to find a way to keep everyone's respect with no Rhaenys.

    Good news is, most of the Westeros morons will be dealt with soon.
     
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    ATP I trust you know where the happy button is?

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    Who get Brightroar? Barristan? And why Euron is going there ? nobody knew about Viserys decision,so he is not after him.
    P.S Did Barristan&others get cured ? if not,they could not come back.And if they try - Euron could still kill them.
    In case they come back - by the time Viserys finally come home,everybody would consider him hero.He really need to hide after meeting old friends.If he become monsterboy and Margery monstergirl,then Sothorys is perfect place to hide.Golgossos - they could find few tribes of demihumans to rule.

    Throwing Hightowers to the sea - seems legit.Would Malora/mad maid/ would be tossed ,too,or her magic would somehow help her ?
    Since she never achieve anything in canon,i doubt she could change something now.
    And - it would be nice to knew why they pissed Deep ones so much.

    And Jaime saving Casterly Rock with Tysha saving Kevan - they really could marry after that.
     
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    deimos16 Making the rounds.

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    Euron is going there for the same reasons he went in canon, I imagine: because he's stark raving bonkers.
     
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    ATP I trust you know where the happy button is?

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    Sad to said - it could be true.GRRM try to be Tolkien and failed,creating characters wchict acts have little to no sense.
    But - it is good for fanfiction,becouse people could made characters who act logically,or at least belive so.Just like in this excellent story.
     
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    Flightless Man I trust you know where the happy button is?

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    Viserys has Brightroar and Euron has a reason, but he has no idea Viserys is in Valyria.
    No one has been cured yet.

    Everyone born with the name hightower needs to die. So he's going to need to kill some wives.
     
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    Chapter 56: In Some Hot Water
    Bella Rivers

    When a series of high pitched chirps comes from the flaming rowboat, I hesitate for only a few seconds longer than Duncan and the pink haired girl. Duncan is first in the water but the girl is clearly from the Riverlands, passing him only moments after she starts swimming.

    Squawking lizards throw themselves from the boat as soon as they emerge from their shells. Duncan is nearly drowned when a pair land on him. A scarlet one lands in the bridge of his back but it’s dandelion yellow one that forces his head below the water.

    A third one with scales the same color as a robin egg is barely caught by the other girl. I wait for the fourth one to jump, knowing Duncan bragged about how many eggs they had. But this one’s chirping has started much later than it’s siblings. It’s not going to get out of the shell in time!

    I splash water on the edge of the boat and try to pull myself inside, but my hands sear with pain and force me to let go. My panic rises when I hear the wood start to fall apart, the chirping sounds replaced by the sound of thrashing water.

    “It fell in the water!” I don’t know why I care so much about some darn lizard but my blood sings to me as it’s danger grows. Not going to let you drown, can’t let Duncan and his new ‘friend’ have all the glory.

    Diving under Lady Tully’s pyre reveals an orange glow along the riverbed, a churning cloud of bubbles rises from the muddy brown egg laying in the silt. It’s still moving!

    I’m coming girl, don’t worry! My legs send my surging downwards with each kick and this time I don’t even feel the heat when I clutch the hatching egg to my chest.

    My lungs ache for air as I try to swim back to the surface but my vision gets spotty far too soon. You’re a heavy girl, aren’t you? With the last of my strength I try to push the egg above the river and feel strong arms grab my wrists.

    A cloud of steam envelopes me and my rescuer and as I lay gasping in Ser Sandor’s arms, a lithe brown dragon lays itself on my chest. She’s longer than the other three I’ve already seen and her talons are joined by webbing like a frog’s.

    She hiccups out a gout of brown steam, scalding the good side of Sandor’s face an angry red. “Damn lizard is trying to boil me alive!” He nearly drops me when he howls in pain but tightens his hold on me at the last second..

    “That’s not possible Sandor.” Duncan’s voice doesn’t very sure of itself as he chides the knight. “Dragons breathe fire, not hot water.”

    “Well tell that to my face!” He does put me down but with care not to drop me or startle the dragon any further than his yelling has. “Because it sure feels like it’s been steamed like Viserys used to do with his veggies!”

    “I miss his cooking, you just boil everything into a bland stew.”

    The gruffness leaves Sandor’s voice as he agrees. “I do to Dunc, but wishing ain’t going to make my cooking taste any better. So you can take over the rest of the trip, thanks for volunteering like that.”

    “But I wasn’t!” Duncan whines as his two more squat and larger winged companions wrestle for the right to sit on his head of nearly black hair.

    “Oh, so you still want to dig our waste pit each night?” It’s so incredible how Ser Sandor isn’t even flinching from the pain anymore and can just tease his squire. He’s a true knight if one really exists in Westeros.

    Ser Bonnifer shakes of his grief to snarl out a command. “Get on your horses and get the hells out of here!” He starts barking commands to his men and climbs onto his own steed. “Ironborn are on the way. Must have seen the pyre’s smoke.”

    “But we can out run them, can’t we?” My heart starts hammering in my chest as the sight of the invaders is revealed charging from the woods.

    “Not all of us and it’s a knights duty to see the innocent kept safe.” He draws his blade and shares a long look with Ser Sandor, no words being exchanged before they both nod firmly. “Ser Sandor and Daenerys’ protectors shall see you safely to Winterfell.”

    “My friends think you need some help.” Snarls a suddenly rage filled Duncan. His pack of smaller Dornish wolves he says are called coyotes, has been adding the local wolves by the day and now numbers nearly a hundred.

    Ser Bonnifer gives my friend a sad smile and his thanks. “You have your grandmother’s good heart and I hope you find someone better than she did, who you can share it with.”

    “Why does every adult who thinks they’re going to die say that?” Grumbles my friend even as Sandor lifts him onto the horse we’ve been sharing.

    Except this time when I wait for him to lift me in front of Duncan, he instead places the new girl in my spot. “What about me?” Oops, I didn’t mean to say that out loud.

    “You’ll have to ride with me.” Sandor lifts me onto Stranger’s back and climbs up behind me. I guess this is alright… no more pretending to laugh at Duncan’s dumb japes. “Just make sure your beast keeps it’s breath to itself. It’s damn hot.”

    She will be good, I promise.” Though I have no idea how I’m going to keep it or name her. Maybe I should see what Duncan calls his first… just so I make sure not to embarrass him with how much better mine will be of course.




    Renly Baratheon
    When Garlan Tyrell’s army remains firmly entrenched along the Mander it becomes clear why my siege isn’t splitting the fleet. Olenna Tyrell must have convinced her grandson to make a play of his own.

    If Garlan keeps his forces fresh and maintains control of the fleet, she may very well get her wish. We can’t finish this until the Ironborn are dealt with and Lord Tyrion’s fleet is still stuck in a stalemate right now.

    Florents and Rowans will be unhappy to lose out if I just give Garlan everything. As I try to figure out a way to keep the Kingdom with the largest fieldable army unbalanced after their surrender, a smirk grows on my face. Oh this might work and the Tyrells have already created a rift for me to exploit.

    Stannis said I have complete control of the Reach campaign, he actually admitted to being impressed by my forethought. The Florents have a maiden of marrying age and the Rowans have an heir with no wife. Let the new branch of both take the Gardener name since they both have a claim and boot the stewards from Highgarden.

    Garlan even drew the border himself. He and Lord Tarly can have from the Mander’s mouth to Horn Hill, all the way down to the Arbor. He decide what to call his tenth Kingdom, while the Rowans and Florents try to gain influence over their children and the much smaller Reach.

    “I’ve decided on terms of surrender, have Lords Rowan and Florent meet me at my horse.” I can’t give them more time than the ride to Highgarden’s gate to come up with any arguments.

    “Lord Tyrell will be going to the Wall and his heir the Citadel so he can replace the aging Maester Aemon.” It’s pointless sending a cripple to such a hot conflict zone as a warrior. “They want to serve with a Targaryen, he’s he only one left with the name. But Mace’s wife and younger two children can go live with Lord Garlan.” If he will have them.

    “If Garlan will land his fleet until the Iron Isles are subdued… he can have the Southern half of the Reach and submit the region’s name to my brother.” Politics are boring but planning battles is exhilarating. Stannis is boring, so he can do those bits.

    “We still need to meet Lord Tywin in the Westerlands and I know he intends to show everyone his claws haven’t dulled.” Who would have thought Tyrion would be the one to challenge his reputation.

    Scouring of the Stepstones’ has already made the rounds in the Stormlands and it seems like Tywin intends to have another song written of his conquest against the ‘Fools Golden Company’. I know both of them are racing to the Isles so they can free Jaime and I intend to join them.​
     
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    Oh and Yes, I am accepting name suggestions for the Dragons, or you're getting another Barney.
     
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    Steamy? Smokeless? Oh, Puff! Haha, yeah why not, with the mouthful of steam she had out of the egg.

    Hmm, I’m not sure what else she could be named. Something to do with steam or boiling or something would probably be best though.

    Bubbles? Broil? Oh, actually I like Broil. It sounds pretty metal and has to do with heat.
     
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    ATP I trust you know where the happy button is?

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    seadragon? but how? eggs were laid by normal one.
     
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    Didn't he raise Dunc on Hobbit and Star Wars?

    Skywalker is a gimme. Dunno for the other dragon tho, Thorin? Glamdring?
     
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    Shadowwarp Know what you're doing yet?

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    Shit Skywalker is a good callback, would make SIserys burst out laughing when he hears it
     
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    So far I'm liking the suggestion to name Duncan/Dany's 3 aftter Barristan, Hoster, and Rhaella, and Bella's brown one after Robert (since she's nameing hers last)

    Puff would win otherwise, but I've only really gotten Earth meta names for the fire ones.
    That's actually going to be the word Bella uses to command the steam breath.




    Only matters where it hatches, any enviroment will change it. Brown one is half fire/half water.

    I'm not a starwars fan and would have changed the Hobbit to being in the Long Night and LOTR about the Doom of Valyria. Which now I have to work in. Would have made the nine dwarves all be Westeros main houses, Gandalf a wizard, and Frodo as the boy who tagged along(named Duncan of course.) .
     
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    Chapter 57: Going Out With A Bang
    Viserys Ashtar
    Fangs the size of my thigh gnash closed only inches from my face and I’m nearly bowled over by the surge of wind. Barney isn’t finished testing me, the massive tongue drenching me in hot sticky drool.

    She seems to get annoyed at the rocky taste and her pumice like tongue goes to work rubbing my skin raw. It doesn’t actually seem to accomplish much beyond making me smell even worse but Barney seems satisfied only when I have no dry flesh left.

    “Yeah I know it’s gross, that’s why I came here. My hatchlings are sick and I need to find them a cure.” I try and keep my words simple and without any hidden subtext. “You know any places that smell like we do?” It’s a long shot but she must have a pretty big territory, maybe she can point me the right direction.

    Her eyes aren’t the slits I assumed and look more hawk like than snake. The amber orbs are big enough I could easily curl up inside of one and the whir with very human intent. A hiss is my only warning before my entire body is snatched with her fore talon.

    Barney rises into the sky with my body frozen stiff in her very careful grip and she rises above the jagged cliffs with powerful wing beats. I catch sight of the crew trying to drag the barge down the beach as more of the centipedes scurry after them, only to dash away to safety when she lets out a roar.

    We glide over the steaming ocean and the thermals let Barney coast for miles at a time. We pass over a fleet of Ironborn ships facing off against the Kraken and I feel immense satisfaction at how many long ships are only debris.

    Before we can be noticed by the reavers, Barney brings us to a series of incredibly high precipices. Each one has the remains of a nest big enough only for a dragon this size and all are now overrun with the clawed mutants.

    “Did you lose your hatchlings?” Maybe she can smell my egg? Of course she can’t actually answer and continues on her tour of the Doom once we leave the eleventh such nest.

    She avoids going near any pillars of light but I can see nearly a hundred of various sizes spread throughout the ruins. We angle down towards one of the fourteen pillars of blackish-green ash rising into the air and my eyes nearly burst from my skull in horror.

    Thousands of the mutant men are carving trenches in the stone and guiding magma into the sea. A bridge reaches almost halfway across the Smoking Sea and only has another mile before reaching the mainland.

    A screech cuts through the air and is followed by several more from above us. Several smaller dragons begin dropping out of the orange smoke and diving towards us with roars that sound very hungry. Their much more nimble than my enormous friend but in a straight line begin to fall behind.

    My last sight of the work site is a large skull shaped castle on the lip of the crater. It’s made of fused black stone and smoke billows from the entrance in the shape of a snarling mouth.

    “Well if I had any doubts the Emperor is evil, his castle would convince me. No one nice builds a skull shaped place to live.” My words disappear in the whistling wind as we descend to a plateau sheltered from aerial view.

    Barney’s bulk slams onto the baked clay beside a marble building. She breathes heavy from the exertion and her eyes begin blinking closed.

    “Alright, I’ll just check this place out I guess.” I pat her heaving flank with gratitude and walk towards the long rectangular shrine. “Sweet dreams, I’ll just go and see if I can find something to eat.” I’d still prefer not to be dinner.

    Blackened bones and bits of charred meat litter the bare section of baked clay I’m currently stuck on. The marble columns holding up the domed roof are cracked, with three of them laying in pieces on the ground. Hope this place is stable.

    Stepping inside causes torches lining the walls to ignite with blue fire. The warm blue blow illuminates the corroded copper ceiling and obsidian barrels stacked beside a half rotted table.

    In the middle of the room is a just over ten foot tall sculpture made of silver and gold. The eyes of the sphinx are glowing topazes, that look like they’re watching me approach with a sudden intensity I can’t really explain.

    A few books crumble to dust when I try to pick them up and I nearly hack up a lung. Shards of broken glass crunch under my boots as I stumble backwards in the moldy haze.

    Not learning anything that way, may as well see what’s inside the barrels. My muscles strain with effort as I barely manage to lift one lid part of the way off.

    A cloud of blue steam rises into the air and the temperature rises a few degrees almost instantly. Inside is a slurry of cobalt blue oil that bubbles and churns with magic.

    No idea how it’s still active, but it looks kind of like a more refined version of wildfire. Let’s just hope this Valyrian Fire is more stable than the green stuff. If this is even half as explosive as the wildfire from the show, I think I can take the Emperor out with me.





    It takes three days for Barney to fully recover from her flight and the entire time she’s awake, I can feel her observing me. Sometimes with her eyes and ears, but mostly I’m just aware of her sniffing the air every few minutes to confirm I’m still in the area.

    She snaps up nearly all the remaining bits of cooked insect scattered across the plateau and I work through my own supplies by the end of day two. The waiting time only gives me a chance to worry about the long ships I saw and the invasion that looked to be only a few years away from completion.

    “If any of those little dragons are yours, I think you want revenge even more than I do.” Barney tilts her head forward enough to make it clear she’s trying to replicate my nodding. “Last chance to tell me this is a stupid plan.” She’s the one in control and I know I can’t do anything without her willing help.

    Barney doesn’t give any sign of complaint and I actually see a gleam of excitement in her eyes. Once I climb onto her neck and settle myself just behind her horns, she starts to lift herself into the air with incredible force.

    She makes a single figure eight to get used to my weight before scooping up an obsidian barrel in each claw. A fierce roar echoes across the shattered landscape shrouded in steam below us and Barney surges through the sky.

    I manage to convince her to make a pass over the island my crew was on but let out a growl when I see a pair of surviving Ironborn long ships beaching themselves. Only Ironborn I know of who’s as crazy as I am, is Euron.

    We can spare one barrel to make things a little easier on my crew. One final parting gift can be our test run... find out if these things will actually still go boom.

    The smell of kraken blood on the boats is enough for Barney to let out a rumbling growl. “Dive down and drop one of the barrels. We need to find out how big the blast will be before we toss the others in an active volcano!”

    Her shadow causes panic to break out on one of the ships down below and I grin when it explodes with blue fire. Shrapnel and bodies are sent flying through the air as the long ship is torn into pieces from the magical blast.

    We keep flying and I have to hope that was loud enough to warn somebody of the Ironborn danger. Maybe even piss off the mutants and set the hive loose on Euron’s survivors.

    I can’t worry about them once the shrieking of the controlled dragons fills the air, with my eyes spotting at least eight coming towards us. Barney roars in defiance but doesn’t return any of the jets of multi colored fire that she only narrowly avoids.

    Definitely her children if she’s being this delicate with them. The realization doesn’t actually change anything because I did my best to explain to Barney the likelihood we’ll die. She’s the one flying, I’m just the madman who came up with the plan.

    As she dives towards the lake of bubbling magma, a voice screams in my mind. It takes me a second to realize it’s the last shred of Viserys inside me and another to realize he’s screaming his defiance aloud.

    “Is this good enough for you Father, we’re going to burn them all!”

    Barney lets go of all three remaining barrels and pulls up with as much agility as she can manage. It’s barely enough for us to reach the top of the crater before the explosions begin.

    Pillars of molten rock shoots hundreds of feet into the air and begin raining down on the army building the bridge. I wince when a silver dragon is just… gone, after it’s engulfed in one such magma blast.

    Barney nearly reaches the coastline when the entire volcano erupts with a wave of indigo. The castle falls into the roiling magma and all I hear is the cut off shriek of the Emperor when his home melts away.

    I start to think we might make it until a horse sized ball of magma tears through Barney’s right wing. She tumbles from the air with no hope of righting herself and I’m thrown off her head from the spinning.

    She crashes into the Smoking Sea only a second before me and my chest nearly caves in when I follow her into the waves. Black shapes that only vaguely resemble humans begin clawing at Barney but my shattered arm makes it impossible to do anything.

    I can’t even struggle against the waves created by the force of Barney slamming into the sea. Soon I find myself being carried farther and farther away from the bloody water and find myself relaxing once the panic passes.​
     
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    So he picked the blue ending at the crucible huh :V
     
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    ATP I trust you know where the happy button is?

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    So,Emperor was Skeletor,and Viserys was succesfull He-man who actually get rid of him.Pity,that Barney do not made it.One ironborn crew against Viserys friends...even with Valyrian weapns,their chances are slim.
    In case they survive - did he leave for them recipe for healong them?
    And human shapes in water - deep ones ? if so,why they attack dying dragon?

    P.S If they survive,they should take jackalopes with them.Westeros nobility need cute animals to hunt.Viserys - he still need monstergirl.Maybe Golgossos? but how he could go there?
    And which weapons he have? certainly not bow.pair of axes ? Brightroar?
     
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    Flightless Man I trust you know where the happy button is?

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    Emperor was the descendant of Auurion the Dragonlord and the Mutant claw people are the descendents of the 30'000 he brouught and any ships who made it far enough to land.

    Viserys still didn't learn the cure, but he did mix his blood in a highly magic area.

    A big dragon is lot's of food and when a whale dies in ocean it's food for decades. Was just showing that and why the Deep Ones ignored me.

    The Jackalopes/Stabbits will not be forgotten.

    He has a broken bow, his axes, and Brightroar.

    That was control right? Synthesis was green, and destruction red?
    Hmm I guess after the initial bang the magma would have been a normal color again. So more of he Red ending. But I had a high enough war effort for the bonus scene in the Destruction ending.
     
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    Thinking on it, he just sacrificed the last king of Valyria, and all of his kingdom, into a volcano, then fell (bleeding) into some water by the side with a dragon (also blooding).

    That looks like something with a lot of potential power.
     
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    Chapter 58: All Roads Lead home
    Theon Greyjoy

    The first few days of travel at sword point isn’t too bad. But when we cross the Green Fork and begin the climb into the foothills of the Vale, my hastily treated stab wounds start grow infected.

    My entire body aches in the damp chilly air as we climb higher. Before we’re even within sight of the Fingers, the Blackfish takes his niece and binds her to his chest beside Baelor the Bawler.

    “Why won’t he shut up?” Even though my bones are on fire, my skin is shivering like it’s a winter storm. “He’s going to get us killed with all that wailing.” You’re the one who said the Vale clans are only biding their time and no one is mad enough at them to finish routing them.

    “Baelor’s just warning the savages to stay away from his sister, he’s being a brave boy.” The old man starts to coo at the toddlers and pull his wine skin from his hip. “He’s just teething and even half dragons have their fangs come in sharp. Dany nearly took my finger off when she was his age.”

    He rubs some of the Arbor Red onto the boy’s gums and I try to ignore how dry my own mouth is. Wasting all the wine on a babe, you stupid old Trout.

    “We’re not to far off now, you’ll see the tower soon.” Brynden manages to stop himself from snarling at me and I feel my face flush when I can see sympathy in his eyes. “As long it’s not coming down too hard on the coast that is. I think it rains here more than the Stormlands and it really cuts down on visibility.”

    I know that, it’s why my had so long to get the Three Sisters under our control. That’s not what I actually say though and instead focus on how the Lord of Harrenhal doesn’t seem aware that Lord Baelish is working for my Father and King Aegon.

    “And you’re sure this… Lord Baelish will shelter us?” I don’t know if he’s working for us by choice or by force, he may make me disappear or help me escape.

    “Petyr may hate my brother but I can’t find it in me to blame the man for Hoster’s very unclear living arrangements.” Snorts the Blackfish with a warm smile as Jaenaera the Jolly lets out a squeal of laughter. “All Hoster had to do was make it clear he was not ever going to be a match for either of my nieces and Petyr never would have gotten the ideas in his head that he did.”

    The last few hours along the winding trail take nearly all of my energy and I collapse just in front of the rusted iron gate. “Get your Maester! He’s too valuable a hostage to just let him die Petyr.”




    Tyrion Lannister
    I’m not sure how Prince Renly managed to dismantle the blockade but the Ironborn are fled once facing both my fleet and the Redwynne one. Gerold will need to tell me how Renly forced such a fast surrender from Highgarden. If it can be replicated at the Rock, I’ll have no issue handing over control of my forces to the Prince.

    The Stormland army is marching North along the Ocean Road and will reclaim any lands flying Hightower colors. Leaving my ships with the task of retaking Lannisport and initiating the siege before reinforcements can arrive from Castamere.

    Hopefully I can convince Father not to flood the place again. It took nearly two years to drain the mines. Maybe Gerion will stick around if Father forces a title on him and presses to have little Joy legitimized.

    We have more than a few debts that we can call in from King Stannis. We should use a few of them making sure the Westerlands are secured with loyal lords… who better than family?

    “Isn’t Lord Tywin still finishing of the Golden Company?” Growls Lord Clegane as he towers beside me. “Or has your song already made it’s way back home?”

    “I’m not so naive as to hope for that.” If it’s not Father somehow magically crossing Westeros when no one was looking, I can only hope Uncle Kevan has managed to hold the city.

    “Well I’m not happy we have no one to kill now.” His grunt is thick with frustration and I have to resist the urge to flinch away from him. “And neither will my men.”

    Managing to keep the same stern command in my voice that Father effortlessly maintains, I snarl up at him. “You’ll be able to pillage to your hearts content once we hit the Iron Isles. I hear they have salt wives aplenty for you all.” It gets easier to remove his leash each time, the effect of my growing reputation very hard to resist.

    “We better.” Gregor is able to contain his rage for now and follows me onto the docks.

    A patrol of Lannister men are waiting with a score of fresh horses for me and my officers. “What’s going on? Who controls Lannisport now?” The knight in charge grins wide and salutes me once I’m on a striking black stallion.

    “Lord Kevan holds the city and your brother the Rock.”

    “What?” How is that possible, the Ironborn have mocked us over his and Tygett’s capture. They and the Reach revealed themselves as traitors last year and sent us Jaime’s hand as proof.

    He has awe in his eyes and I realize my status as a war hero is meaningless in the face of my brother achieving the impossible. Of course the Ironborn lied about having him, probably sent some random thralls hand.

    I wouldn’t be shocked if it’s revealed Jaime swam all the way from Fair Isle. He’s already done the impossible taking Casterly Rock by himself and now he can’t even let me be the Sea Lion. What’s one measly ocean against my perfect brother?




    Robb Stark
    Riding beside my Uncle Benjen along the gentle slope from White Harbor is a dream come true. Father said he and Lyanna are finally coming home to Winterfell with us.

    He’s a kingsguard, he can teach me how to beat Dominic. My friends recent growth spurt has given him the advantage in reach and muscle both. I haven’t gotten a proper win against him for weeks now, not since our Father’s returned from the Wall.

    Whatever new tricks Lord Bolton taught his son will be nothing against my unbreakable uncle’s. Jennelyn is somber riding behind Aunt Lyanna with tears in her eyes whenever I check on her. Not that I can blame her for being so quiet, I have no idea how I’d behave if Father died.

    A strange tickling sensation builds just behind my eyes and it becomes a general sense of a threat approaching. My eyes dart South only for the King’s Road to remain empty of anyone besides a lone shepherd.

    The feeling doesn’t go away and I stop my horse as my gut tells me to. “No Wildlings would attack a party this large right?”

    “Any group bigger than twenty gets found in only a few weeks so we should be safe with sixty riders.” Father gives me a soft chuckle as he and my Aunt come back to watch the road with me.

    “You feel it to, right Robb?” Edith blurts out with a hint of worry in her voice as the whole party idles behind me.

    I’m not sure what I feel exactly and only now my blood is screaming at me to go check. It’s almost like the feeling I get when Sansa screams about spiders… only my none of my family is farther South than I am now.

    “I can hear it.” Something changes and for a moment it’s like I’m hearing though another set of ears. “People are being attacked!”

    Father trusts my claim and sends men to investigate… or at least stop me from charging into danger alone. A score of riders race past with my Uncle Benjen, while Lyanna brings her chestnut mare in front of my own horse. She really is half horse, I have no idea how she caught up to my head start.

    “What do you think your doing young man?” She scowls at me with a hand on each hip. “You don’t have armor on or even a weapon.”

    Blushing pink at how reckless I was being, I watch the guards chase off the Wildlings. Only one of the cowards falls before the rest of his savage friends flee into the woods.

    I don’t recognize the sigil bearing a three headed red hound on a field of black but it seems my aunt does based on her gasp. “What is he doing here?”

    At first I think it’s the large knight on the massive black stallion Lyanna is talking about. But soon I can see it’s the boy who looks an awful lot like Father her eyes are watching. Is this the bastard he refuses to tell us anything about?​
     
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    Chapter 59: Boldness Is It’s Own Reward
    Barristan Selmy

    The explosion of blue fire lights up the night sky and not to long after, it’s followed by a series a rumbles that actually knock me off my feet. Red paints the sky to the North as even from here I can see lances of magma stabbing up at the clouds.

    It lasts for an intense ten minutes, globs of molten stone being sent raining down all over the nearby islands. One the size of a house slams against the barrier and stretches around it before becoming a slowly hardening ring.

    Dripping down like honey, the glowing orange magma begins cooling when a few tendrils reach the ground. When it finally stops giving off anymore heat, we only have a few places big enough for a person to enter.

    As I wait for more vibrations with baited breath, Creb darts through one of the cracks in the porous red rock. Where are the others? I sent four of them to watch the hive.

    “We got Ironborn on the way!” His words bring panic to everyone else but Simon Rogers and I share a resolute nod.

    Monsters and dragons is the stuff of stories, not something I found easy to wrap my head around. But killing Ironborn is something I understand just fine.

    “How many boats?” A standard long ship has forty slaves to row and twenty five raiders. We’re as good as dead if it’s more than one crew.

    He looks up with a confused look in his eyes. “Was a pair of them… but that dragon dropped something and one was all of a sudden on fire.”

    “The giant purple dragon just decided to fly by and save us?” A surge of hope blossoms in me. “Where did it go after that?”

    “Flew in the direction of the volcano.” Shrugs the scraggly haired man, his many times broken nose giving him the appearance of a jumpy bird. “Right before it went bang.”

    Whatever you did with the horn must have worked. “Viserys isn’t dead yet and we need a ship to find him. Wasn’t it nice of the Ironborn to bring us one?”

    “But they don’t even know we’re here.” Arnold hasn’t realized my intention and frowns. “Why would they bring us a boat?”

    “We’re going to steal it while they’re dealing with the hive.” As long as we stay off the hills, they’ve been leaving us alone. But both times someone was careless, we got chased all the way back here.

    “I’ll meet with Yenneck and the other two and rile up the hive, the rest of you will need to take the eastern ridge so you aren’t seen.” We’re outnumbered but that can change once we get on the long ship. All depends on how well the captain conditioned his thralls.

    Elyse shepherds her strangely obedient Stabbits outside the barrier with everyone else and I shake off my stiffness as I find myself alone. Can’t order me away from this one Viserys. You’re not the only one who’d rather avoid insanity with a heroic death.

    I just need to be bold one more time and then I can finally rest. Maybe I’ll meet you on that beach you always talked about.

    Charging back into the nightmare that is the Doom, I find it even hotter than it was before the eruption. I can barely keep up a jog as the hive draws closer, the hanging mist reheated back into a scalding steam.

    It’s only luck that allows me to avoid the incoming Ironborn. The break my age forces me to take for breath comes right before the pirates in all but name run into me.

    Pressed motionless against an outcropping of green obsidian, I wait for the rowdy crowd to pass without a breath to disturb the steam. When the last of them runs by panting, I can finally start inhaling again.

    No need for stealth now. “You Ironborn scum will never get my Valyrian Steel!” My words echo in the valley and immediately the footsteps pause. Only for a moment though, with whoever is in charge roaring out a command to catch me.

    “Hope you cowards don’t get lost chasing after me!” I roar at the returning reavers and resume my charge for the hive. “It gets scary here once the sun sets!”

    It’s harder to keep the Ironborn in earshot and out of clear visual range than I had first thought. My stamina is still better than these weaklings who use thralls to row and I’m gotten a fair bit of practice finding my footing in the mist.

    “If I knew Ironborn were this pathetic, I’d have take your islands instead of coming here for treasure!” My mocking roar infuriates the men chasing me and I have to hold in laughter. “Would have been a whole lot easier than everything I’ve gone through! Those rabbits nearly took my finger off!”

    Reaching the closest hill makes me smirk and I race up the side with heavy stomping. I know it will piss off the hive of burned people and am really looking forward to introducing them to the Ironborn.

    By the time I’m halfway down the other side of the hill, I can hear the swarm of clawed people skittering out of the tunnels. When they find the Ironborn and start to tear into them, I actually do let out a grim chuckle.

    Now I just need to hope the others got the long ship ready to sail. Don’t really want to face whichever side wins this battle.

    My lungs burn by the time I reach the black sand beach and throw myself onto the ship. “Is everyone here?” I get a startled yes from Ser Herbert Gower as I get helped back to my feet by Elyse. “Good, now raise sails and get us out of here before the Ironborn get back!”

    A searing pain spreads from the palm of my left hand and courses through my body like a roaring inferno. My sweat turns to steam and when I gasp my saliva comes out like a cloud of dragon breath.

    Just when I think I’m going to spontaneously ignite, the scorching heat in my body fades away. When I try patting myself for any sign of damage, a grey dust comes off on my fingers.

    The patches of Shalescale grow itchier than I can bear and I drop back to the blood red deck. I’m not along as I wriggle and writhe under the black sails and soon everyone is coughing inside a cloud of dust.

    I stare at Marya’s fresh patches of pink skin on her face and start to giggle in ecstatic glee. “He did it… Viserys cured us.” I was only humoring him but he seems to have pulled another miracle out of his blessed ass.

    “… What do we do now?” Arnold hesitates before he takes the helm and waits for my command.

    “We could go home now.” I let the suggestion hang in the air and grin with pride as it’s ignored. “Or we could go find Viserys if you’d all prefer. Volcano that blew wasn’t that far away.”




    Viserys Ashtar
    Everything is dark as the inside of my own coffin but I can still sense myself being observed. The silent judgment grows unbearable and quickly eats away at the sense of serenity that had filled me when awareness first set in.

    I try to scream defiance at whoever is mocking me but my words are swallowed by the black void all around me. “Do I still not get any answers? I did my best and it still wasn’t enough to even make it to the Others’ return.”

    “You better try again and maybe choose someone a little bit more impressive this time.” I can hear a gurgling sound that sounds uncomfortably like a drowning man’s last gasp for air. “It’s probably not a good idea if you stick them in a kid this time. You’re running out of time to get people to work together.”

    Heat surrounds me and a glowing orange light fills my vision. The sensation of lips firmly pressed against my own is strange but I don’t resist. A surge of life giving energy fills me and I start coughing up a bucket’s worth of saltwater.

    As soon as I start, a man starts screaming in shock right above my face. A red headed man with a thick bushy beard stumbles backwards and falls onto the rocky shore. His soaked robes are deep crimson and I can vaguely recognize him from Robert’s farewell visit.

    “What in the hell is Thoros of Myr, doing in Valyria?” My left arm is on fire with pain and is bent wrong just above the wrist.

    That’s not going to be fun to heal. At least six weeks before I can even think of using it for anything and I think it’s going to need to be set properly first.

    “I should be asking Ser Viserys Ashtar the very same thing.” He grins back at me and sounds far more sober than I would have imagined. “We all thought you’d be in the Sorrows by now.”

    “Wanted to go out with a bang and find a cure to our Shalescale.” My words make his eyes widen again in impressed shock. “Only seem to have done one of those things right though.”

    Thoros waits for a good five seconds before motioning for me to continue eagerly. “… So what is the cure?”

    “What do you mean? I didn’t get that far… couldn’t even blow myself up properly.” The look of confusion on his face makes my heart beat just a little bit faster, hope filling my entire body slowly.

    “You look fine to me and I had to strip you out of damn near all your clothes.” He shrugs with no shame as I pat myself down with my good arm. “I’m not a very good swimmer but my eyes work fine. You look as fresh as a newly flowered maiden.”

    I’ve answered his question and now I need to know if I’m just hallucinating him beside me. “And how did a priest of R’hllor make his way here? Did the fire say I’d be here?”

    “Got captured by Euron in our first skirmish in the Riverlands. He’s the one who brought us into this hellhole.” Thoros snorts and his eyes light up. “But when that dragon blew up the other ship, I made a break for it and swam for the far shore. None of the Ironborn can handle a little hot water.”

    “So Euron Greyjoy is looking for you right now?” I ask with growing dread. “And that’s the Silence sailing towards… isn’t it?”

    “Yes to both.” He agrees with a resigned sigh, only to blink in confusion at the chirping sound coming from my pile of smoldering clothes. “What’s making that noise?”

    “My egg!” I dash towards the soggy clothes blackened with the volcanoes ash.

    I can even see where some globs of magma melted clean through my armor and wince at the memory of my flesh sizzling underwater. A river of molten rock pouring into the sea only a few dozen feet from me. How the hell did I escape that in one piece?

    Is the cure to Shalescale having a lava bath? Because I don’t think it’s going to catch on as well as my sauna idea did.

    The green dragon that pulls himself from the bundle has the same hue as tarnished copper and seems to be nearly half again the size that I remember Drogon being when he hatched.

    He burps and stretches on his nest, revealing an under layer of the standard red copper scales and wing membrane. A cloud of hot black ash covers both of us and I can hear Thoros hiss in pain nearby.

    “Well if the Ironborn didn’t know someone was here already…” I know he’s right but sight of my hatchling trying to roar at the approaching Silence is too adorable to look away from. Not like I’m really going to fight my way free from Euron in this condition anyway.​
     
  26. ATP

    ATP I trust you know where the happy button is?

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    Perfect explanations.
    Theon knew about Baelish? one of them must die,then,It was nice to knew you,dear Theon.Well,not nice,but you would be remembered by someone.I think.
    Dany&others with dragons are in the North.Lyanna have much to explain.
    Euron would win,but so what? he and his max 20 people could live in garden,but not run.Unless he made boat.Then he could go out,but who would follow him? he lost entire fleet for...what exactly? bigger fruits?
    But - i read about Carribean pirates,some was impressive,other less so,and others...could use just bigger boats to attack farmers and get their pigs.It is Euron future now.

    About Garden - if it still working,Viserys could sell knowledge about that to somebody in Essos.Nice base for exploring,and money are nice.

    How explain why Viserys do not come back now? they would save him now,and ,if he could go to Paradise island,his crew must belive that he is dead.Maybe tempest would send them to Golgossos,where he heroically almost die saving them? last chance for getting monstergirl there.

    Tyrion - he should organize some accident for Mountain now.He is no needed now
     
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    Flightless Man I trust you know where the happy button is?

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    Theon will be more use alive. Baelish is going to be reaching for any rewards he can.

    Yeah. LAst chapter before I do book 1 epilogues is Winterfell and the dragons. The 4 dragons all need to be hidden, so Cersei/Tywin/Stannis don't get the wrong idea

    He will be very mad if he does ever leave though

    Yeah the age of pirates was only 28 years. Was really only a single geneation all the really big ones come from in real life.

    Very good idea and is now a thing.

    They only need to tell everyone he's dead/not say where he goes. Which is why I had the Silence taken. The Slaves all have no tongue and can't rat Viserys out.

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    I wanted to build the Mt up before dealing with him. I too often seen hm killed right off the bat, when he should be a real threat.
     
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    R.A.G. Experienced.

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    The real question is... what will they rename the ship? (Copper Dragon probably gets named Liz)

    Would The Lightbringer be passe?
     
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    Flightless Man I trust you know where the happy button is?

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    The Celebration
     
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    Chapter 60: Summer Homes
    Duncan Selmy

    When Lord Stark sees the dragons his face goes pale like ice and he leads us in near silence the rest of the way to Winterfell. He converses with Ser Benjen and my… mother. The Dowager Queen manages to keep her smiles towards me discreet and my anticipation only builds with each mile traveled.

    My cousin Robb watches me with an odd look in his eyes and only gives a brief hello when I try introducing my companions. My aunt already seems to know everyone and is welcomed by the girls Edith and Sansa warmly, leaving me to flounder without Bella.

    Roberta didn’t like leaving the Neck and so Bella decided to stay in Greywater Watch with the Reeds. It makes us look more official as well, no longer having an escort of whores being brought to Winterfell.

    Lady Reed knew we would be arriving and had a lovely banner made for Sandor. It’s the Targaryen colors to honor my Uncle Viserys but a gallant three headed hound instead. He really is worth three of his brother and six of any other man.

    Princess Jenn doesn’t do more than give me a sad wave and I try not to be upset. Her Father died and she’s not even really the Princess anymore, her whole life changed in just a few days.

    Wait a second. If Bella was King Robert’s daughter… that means Jenn is her sister! “I need to talk to Lyanna.”

    “Can’t it wait till we’re inside?” Grumbles Sandor as he can finally enjoy having his horse to himself, with Dany giggling at Sandor’s face from her spot in front of me. “I can already see Winterfell and you know your new pets don’t like the chilly air in the morning.”

    “And you know they aren’t pets Ser Sandor.” Dany gives him a stern scolding as she keeps a firm grip on the squirming bundle of cloth. “They are our friends.”

    She’s only repeating what I said about the pack before they sacrificed themselves for us but it makes me frown. Everyone’s always protecting me… I need to be able to look after myself so Sandor can finally go home.

    “You don’t have to keep me as your squire you know. I know I tricked you into it.” He shakes his head and chuckles at my offer.

    “And leave you to Bronn’s tender guidance?” Sandor snorts and slaps his thigh. “I think not. He’ll have you back at Greywater Watch before I’m halfway home.”

    We pass through the slate grey walls and dark iron gate, entering into a bustling courtyard. It’s not like Storm’s End and feels like an entire city has been nestled inside the walls.

    In the distance beyond a crumbling tower, I can see a grove that takes up a few acres. Some of the muddy areas are even steaming with the hot springs I know are beneath us and I hope the dragons like the caves.

    Viserys wanted his family away from the crown. He was very insistent whenever he was asked… it’s what made his family go crazy. Dany and I will respect that as long as the Baratheon’s rule. Viserys chose them himself.

    “I need to speak with our guests in my Solar. Can you two please ask your mother to join us?.” Lord Stark asks his daughters as we all dismount and they dash off for the Sept giggling their agreement.

    He gives a final command to his men and leads us inside. “Like when I went to Dorne, I expect you all to honor my family with your silence.”

    Sandor takes the bundle of dragons from Dany and allows Ser Desmond to lift her down. I leap down myself before he can offer and march behind Robb with my chest puffed out. He’s my cousin, will he hate me as much as Renly did Viserys?

    I attempt not to let the thought take root in my mind and speak with the Stark boy again. “You got over the hill first when your men saved us. You must be as good of a rider as Lyanna.”

    “Queen Lyanna, my aunt…” He gives me a hard stare. “She’s still far better than I am. But I guess it’s true that old people are hard of hearing.” A wry smirk crosses his lips. “None of them could hear you lot screaming, it was like I was right beside you all though.”

    “Don’t worry about Duncan using my proper title Robb. We go way back…” Lyanna winks at me as she pats Robb’s curly red hair. “I nursed him when he was a babe you know.”

    “Really?” That seems to have taken the edge off of Robb’s voice and he gives me a second look that’s far kinder. “But everyone said he’s Father’s bastard!” He hisses the words and the adults freeze nearly as one. “Isn’t it an insult to my mother, for Duncan to be here?”

    Is that why he doesn’t like me? I guess I hadn’t thought about it when I went looking for Lord Stark. But if he was my father… he might have had a good reason for not acknowledging me. Just showing up on his doorstep might not have been as welcome a surprise as I hoped.

    “Just get inside, your mother will be here soon.” Lord Stark sighs heavily and opens the door to his solar. The still recovering Benjen and Lyanna get the two soft armchairs across from him, while the rest of us stand awkwardly. “May as well let them get some air.”

    With his permission Sandor unties the bundle, letting the three primary colored dragons explore the desk. I look over at Jenn and see her eyes go wide with shock. A sense of wonder shines and I know what has to be done.

    “I think you should have this one Jennelyn.” I push the soft yellow one towards her and smile at my sister. “Dany named hers and I named mine, but I can’t think of anyone besides my sister that I’d give a dragon to.” Don’t think about Edric right now or I’ll start crying too.

    “What did you name yours?” She asks with her voice barely above a whisper, the shock nearly overwhelming her.

    My aunt blurts her answer out with pride and strokes the scarlet dragon. “I named mine after my brother. This is Viserion.”

    “And I named mine for the woman who gave her life to hatch these beauties.” This miracle never would have happened without my grandmother Rhaella. “This is Rhellagar.”

    “Then for my brother…” Jenn brushes her noses against the gentlest of the three dragons we brought. “I shall name you Edriggon. So he can be with me forever.”

    Lord Stark speaks up as my mother grabs Jenn in a tight hug. “They can’t breath fire yet I trust?”

    His interruption makes me realize he’s not secretly my father but my uncle instead… just not by Brandon as had been Viserys’ belief. I guess he isn’t always right.

    “What is going on in here!” Lady Catelyn enters the solar and gasps at the dragons on display.

    “Father was always faithful to you!” My cousin Robb seems to know exactly what to say and it works.

    The Lady of Winterfell’s anger vanishes and giddy relief fills her face. “How do you know this? He hasn’t told anyone what happened.”

    “Well he wasn’t the only one present.” Lyanna smirks at Lord Stark who grins with his own relief at never actually having revealed anything. “Ned here is sch a darn good brother, he made it seem like my son was his own secret bastard.”

    “With an extra layer of cover by having everyone think you cover for Brandon’s dishonoring of Ashara.” The glee in Catelyn’s voice is palpable and the look being thrown at her husband makes me think another Stark is on the way. “You’ve always been true.”

    “I never wanted to lie to you. It was easier to simply never speak of things I couldn’t change.” Ned admits with a sigh. “I’m not a man who likes dwelling on the past but it’s where my mind always goes. It will be a relief no longer having this secret to keep from my family.”

    His sister interrupts with a stern look. “We should ask Duncan what he wants to do before we tell anyone else. He might be a runner like I was.”

    “Damn straight he is. Boy will probably wind up living with bears this time.” Sandor mutters under his breath while the Lady of Winterfell scowls at his language. “If you spook him, it’s up to you to find him.” His sideways glance at me is reassuring and I know he won’t really leave me wild in the woods.

    With a deep breath I take charge of my life. “I only ever wanted to know who my family was and now I do. Doesn’t matter to me if the world knows, it’s full of idiots anyway.”

    “Cersei will not like knowing we have dragons. We can’t stay here for very long.” Lyanna groans as she considers who’s now in charge. “What have you decided to do with Skagos? it’s completely empty, isn’t it?”

    “That might work.” Lord Stark considers it carefully. “The stone structures are all standing and we’re supposed to have a long summer. I can put out word for willing people to go with you and send Starfall a raven so they know you’re alright.”​
     
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