Her

Edam I

On the 89th night out on the Shivering Sea, Edam, of House Branch, only son of Efran, lord of Ramsgate, dreamt of her, Baela. He did not know who she was, nor how to find her. But his dreams felt real as if he were actually looking up from the ground in the eyes of cat. Even now on the bow of the ship looking over towards the waning moon he saw her, hand extended, twirling around in her olive green silk robes and her silver-gold hair flowing in the breeze, her pale blue eyes shining like the moonlight off the water. He wanted to reach out and take her hand, but every time he drew near, she faded away. There was always a lingering sadness as well as anger.

A horn blew in the distance and all the crew members raced on deck to see the giant stone warrior guarding Braavos. The men moved all around preparing to dock and go ashore. Many planned on visiting the various brothels and spending almost all their coins for cunt. The anchordropped and the ropes strapped onto the wooden docks everyone except Edam and his guard, as well as his loyal friend, Tylar Salver, "Try not to spend all your coins lads. We only have another couple of days until we head down to Pentos." Tylar called out. "Apologies my lord Edam, I must get off this ship as well before I get sickly again. I trust you can handle yourself should anything happen." He smiled that foolish smile as he did since they were children.

"That's more than I can say for you." Edam said. Edam and Tylar laughed together before Edam heard a womans laugh as if she were right next to him. Edam's smile died instantly and he turned every which way looking for her.

"My lord is everything alright?" Tylar asked, his gold hair whisking in the wind.

Edam refocused and cleared his throat, "Yes, I- uh- thought I heard something."

Tylar gave a curious stare, "Perhaps we could both use a drink to soothe our bellies tonight. Come, my friend, let us find a tavern and possibly woman's thighs to clear ones' mind."

Before Edam could accept he saw her again. This time off in the distance and motioning for him to follow. A few people walked in front of her and when they cleared she was gone. "Another time, my friend. I have some work more inland that requires pressing attention. Tylar nodded and stepped off ship while Edam went below deck to grab his coin purse and his two castle forged daggers. They were roughly the length of his forearms and the width of his wrists. They were named after his two sisters who died shortly after they were born, Eleana and Eyva. He simply called the blades "Twin Sisters."

Edam stepped off the ship and made his way pushing and shoving through the crowds of the Braavosi people. The smells of the streets and seafood mongers heightened as he neared the allyway. Everything had been the same since last he came here on his 15th name day with his father and older sister, Elen. "Four years and nothing's changed." He could hear his sister say from last time. Now Edam could say, "Three more and it's still as quaint." Edam loved the smell of the sea mixed with the scent of wheat and fresh fish.

A little girl with short brown hair and storm grey eyes skipped past Edam singing her own little tune, "Mercy, Mercy, Mercy." Other pedestrians were speaking in High Valyrian. Edam was able to pick up certain words and even fragments of sentences, but not entire conversations. He came to a fork in the street only going left or right. Across the sound he saw the House of Black and White. Edam wasn't too fond of the tales of the Faceless Men. Washing the corpses and taking the literal face becoming that person.

He looked again left and right, but no trace was seen. This time it was just a voice, "Left." It said. Now in almost a slow run, Edam went hastily down the street listening ever so anxiously for another harmonic tone of her voice. He ran to the end of the street where he saw a small hut with bone fragments as supports and what felt like human hair as a cover. When Edam walked in, the smell to his surprise was sweet and home-like. It reminded him of the sweet raisin tonic that his mother gave him and his sister when they were sick. Sitting on the floor with his palms facing the ceiling was a boy of around 10 years of age with slick black hair, ocean green eyes, and a scar going down his cheek. Edam knew this boy from somewhere, but he couldn't quite make it out.

"Why have you come?" He asked with a northern Westerosi accent.

Edam was still standing in the entrance dumbfounded, "I- I do not know."

"How can I help you if you cannot be honest with even just yourself." The boy never lost eye contact with Edam, "Sit boy."

Edam face puzzled, "Boy?" Edam found himself beginning to sit down across from the boy who was now looking into the fire pit in between them. "Who are-"

The black haired boy held up his hand to make Edam stop talking, "You only get one question. Ask wisely."

Edam wanted to ask without thinking, but the voice in his head forced him not to. He remembered his dream and his visions. She was always smiling and gods how it was infectious. He could see her now right in front of him through the fire and knew what to ask, "Will I be happy?"

"Who's to say you aren't happy at this moment?"

"Please." Edam said.

"Three demons you must face. Dawn, Midday, and Dusk. Water, Fire, and Stone. All that was, is, and will be. Do not seek redemption, but instead seek forgiveness and all you wish to do good for."

"I still don't quite understand."

"You will" Said the boy. "Valar Morghulis."

"Valar Dohaeris." Edam stepped out of the tent and saw across the horizon that blood orange flood of light consume the dark sky, "Dawn." He said.