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Lyanna Stark VII
Winterfell, North, Year 282 AC
"COME ON LYA!" Barked Brandon from the other side of her room's door.
"Wait a bloody minute stupid!" she hissed angrily at him. Why did he have to be so annoying at times? She needed time to put her gowns in her bags, unlike him. Truth be told she didn't and wouldn't wear most of them but alas father was very insistent on the matter. He was very keen on forcing her to wear dresses and whatnot but he never bothered her brothers with a diversity of clothes, they always wore the same grey doublets. Well, at least she wasn't as filthy as them.
"LYA!" Brandon barked yet again and now she was fuming.
"SHUT UP STUPID!" she hissed again.
"Brandon will you stop being a moron and stop screaming at her door?" she heard her brother Ned say and she immediately felt the wish to kiss him. "Look at the noise you are both making!" Okay…half a kiss…
"She takes too bloody long!" Brandon insisted.
"As she is supposed to." Ned insisted as well.
"Fine!" Thank the Gods for Ned, I couldn't hear Brandon anymore.
Finally, she had finished packing her dresses and exited the door finding Ned with his arms crossed looking at nowhere and Brandon hitting the wall with his big head, without much force, of course, he wasn't that stupid… "I'm here." she proclaimed.
"Finally!" Brandon barked as he turned towards her, his forehead red from hitting the wall so many times. "Sometimes I do wonder if you aren't the lady you despise so much…"
"Brandon…" Ned sighed tiredly.
"A proper lady wouldn't call you stupid." she countered.
Brandon rolled his eyes and glanced Ned before he sighed as well. "As you say…Let's carry the bags to the horses and leave."
A while later in the stables, they had everything prepared for the ride. But it seemed Ned was struggling with his horse Brooding.
"Damned horse don't want to leave!" Exclaimed Hullen the son of Harlon, the Master of Horse, whilst he held Brooding's reins. "I never seen a horse this agitated before."
"Ned ought to have done something to him to stay longer." Little Harwin said chuckling.
"Mind ya tongue boy," Hullen commanded as he and Ned tried to calm the horse. "Bloody hell…"
"I never saw him agitated before…" Ned confessed as he patted his horse's mane as best as he could. "I don't know what happened to him…"
"Hodor, Hodor!" Walder repeated as he tried to help Ned and Hullen. Lyanna still wondered what happened to her friend…when she was younger, she and Walder used to talk and play as normal kids do…then one day after they spared with wood swords, he fell to the ground while shaking a lot and from that day on he couldn't say anything else besides Hodor…he had also lost his wits but did remember her and her brothers and could also take orders.
"I gave him the calmest horse there was from Lord Dustin's herd…" Brandon murmured aloud. "Now he looks even more agitated than Lya's or mine…"
"Try to pet his torso Ned," she suggested. "But gently…it may work…"
"I will try." Ned assured as he extended his hand to Brooding's torso, very slowly of course and with as much care as he could. Lyanna was very worried, an agitated horse is a very dangerous animal…Luckily, Brooding seemed to calm down a little after Ned managed to pet his torso, so she was of course relieved. Ned jumped to Brooding's back when he saw the horse fully calm and began riding it for a bit around the courtyard.
"Damned horse finally calmed down!" Stated Hullen with a smile as he cleaned his sweating forehead with his arm.
"Aye." Brandon nodded. "Let's hope it doesn't happen again."
"That'd be nice milord, I'd hate to calm it again…" Agreed Hullen.
"You didn't do much pa…" Harwin said.
"Keep quiet boy." Hullen barked at his son and the lad ran away laughing. "Damned kid…Anyway, I believe Lord Stark is waiting for y'all, better not make him wait long."
"Come on, I'm dying to ride Winterstorm!" she pleaded. "Let's go!"
"Now it isn't just Ned's horse who went crazy my sis…ouch!" she had just slapped the smirk out of him.
"You stupid!"
Ned returned from his little ride with Brooding and unhorsed, the horse was still a bit agitated but much calmer than before. They led their horses towards the eastern gate to meet their father who was already there having a conversation with Rodrik Cassel and her poor brother Benjen who could not go with them. This was because father would have to leave to organize Brandon's wedding at Riverrun in a month or so and Ben had to be the Stark at Winterfell.
"My children." Their father called with a shy smile as those that Ned gives. "Are you all prepared to go?"
She noticed that Bran wasn't even looking at their father and she sort of felt bad because of it…father had many faults but he was still their father… "We are father," Ned replied for them with the very same shy smile. "Hopefully it won't be an unpleasant journey."
"I believe we all hope that," Father assured. "I guess…I guess I will see you all at Brandon's marriage."
"Aye." Nodded Ned.
Neither Brandon nor her said a thing which made her father look at them with sad eyes…she tried to be as angry as Brandon but she couldn't…she walked towards her father and hugged him, catching him off-guard. "See you at Riverrun father…hopefully, your trip won't be unpleasant either…" she said a little too emotionally.
Father's smile returned. "Yes…let us hope so sweet Lyanna…" he glanced Brandon once more in hopes of some words…it seemed like they weren't coming…She and Ned looked at their older brother too, which made him glance them with an expressionless face.
Pressured, her older brother finally opened his mouth to talk. "See you later." After this, he jumped onto his horse and commanded it to trot forward not before saying goodbye to Ben and Rodrik. Ned and Lyanna glanced their father, but he said nothing, he had disappointment written all over his face but said nothing...
"Have a safe trip, my children." Father repeated.
"Thank you father." Ned and she replied.
"Cheer up Ben, you will see Ned and…my marriage so don't be so sad…" she cooed as she hugged her brother.
"It is easy for you to say…it's not you who is staying home…"
"Things will get better for you Ben," she assured him. "You are not pledged to marry anyone yet so you can go around as you please as long as there is a Stark at Winterfell."
"When I'm married I will stay here as the Stark of Winterfell and let you travel the Seven Kingdoms with Lya," Ned said with a smile. "How does it sound?"
"That is if Robert allows me to…" she said bitterly and sadly.
"He will, in fact, if you ask him, he will go with you." Maybe…but it didn't sound like a good time…
"Brandon should be waiting already…" she said hoping to change subjects. "Stay strong Ben, goodbye Rodrik." Ned said the same goodbyes as her and they both mounted their horses and went to find their stubborn older brother outside with their escort which received the order to move.
"Seriously Brandon did you had to be such a fool?" she asked.
"Why? Did you want me to go give him a kiss in his cheeks and say I love you father?" Brandon asked. "I'm no kid anymore."
"You could at least be slightly more polite, he is our father after all." Lyanna countered. "He has his faults but so do we."
"Whatever." Brandon commanded his horse Wildbeast to gallop faster and left their company.
"Stupid." she spat out when he was out of their range.
"Let him be, tomorrow he will be calmer." Ned said.
"You are right…" she sighed. "There is no point on us provoking each other."
"Shall we do a little race?" Her brother inquired which made her curious. "He may join us faster if we race…"
That made her smirk. "A race you say? That sounds good to me…Neddy…"
"Just go easy on me, Brooding is still a bit unstable…"
"We will see about that dearest Ned…" she said laughing. "Ready? Three…two…one…GO!"
"Wait you cheater!"
Ashara Dayne XI
Dragonstone, Narrow Sea, Year 282 AC
It was night...past dinner time and the grim castle of Dragonstone…
"Fly little dragoness!" Ashara cooed while holding Elia's daughter in her hands. The little baby girl seemed to be having so much fun. "Fly!"
"Dagon!" Rhaenys said giggling. "Raenis dagon!"
"Yes, my little Princess is a big dragon!" Ashara said roaring a dragon sound or her best attempt at it, her voice was not too deep to make it sound proper. "The biggest and the strongest one!"
"BUUUAAHHH!"
"You are spoiling my daughter Ash…" Elia murmured from her seat as she fanned a fan for she was sweating a lot. "She will prefer you over me if you keep spoil her this way…"
"No she won't!" Ashara retorted. "There is only one mother and hers is you."
"Still…"
"Don't you girls think our Elia is jealous?" Ashara inquired with a smirk. "Jealous to share our attention with her daughter?"
"It does look so…" Jasline agreed with a big smirk too, she was seated on Elia's bed with Nysah while Emy was tidying the room.
"Bad naughty Elia!" Emy said while she placed a book back on the bookshelf.
"What?" Elia barked indignantly. "You girls are mean to me…jealous…Elia Martell jealous…" she scoffed.
"Elia is indeed jealous…" Insisted Jasline amused.
"Maybe we should give more love to Rhaenys…" Ashara suggested devilishly. "See if she tells us that she is jealous…"
Elia just lolled her tongue out at them and they broke down in giggles to tease her more and hopefully make her forget about the pain that the pregnancy was causing. "Meanies…" Elia said. "I wonder how long I must wait to end this insufferable pain…"
"Not long My Princess," Baela explained. "You are nine moons in."
"And Rhaegar is not here still…" Elia sighed and Ashara got angrier, why did that foolish Prince go to Summerhall now that his wife was to give birth? She knew he loved the place but for Gods' sake Elia always had a delicate health and a pregnancy will take a heavy toll on her so he should show more appreciation.
"Cheer up Princess, he said he will be here when you give birth." Jasline said.
"I hope so…Oh…Gods…" Elia said as she looked down at her lap. "I think my waters broke…" Shit…
"Jas, Nysah take Elia to her room, Baela go get Maester Rudigen if you please, Emy and I will put Rhaenys to sleep." Ashara commanded and everyone followed her commands without hesitation, this was a big occasion and it could very well be the last time they see Elia…no, she could not think such grim thoughts…her friend would see her get married.
Unfortunately, it did not seem like Rhaenys was seeing the severity of the situation, she was, after all, a little baby girl, and a little baby girl that was having a tantrum, insisting on not going to sleep…she was being naughty…
"Come on little Princess, you ought to sleep…" Emy pleaded with a worried face.
"No!" Retorted the girl with a bossy face. "No, no!"
"What do we do Ash?" Emy inquired as she began shewing her nails.
Ashara didn't really know what to do…she wasn't a mother and she did not remember hers that well…she made her best effort to recollect what her mother did for her to sleep when younger, without much luck…until she thought of something... "Okay, little dragoness…" Ashara said, getting the little girl's attention. "We will make it like this, you lay down and I will tell you a beautiful story, how does it sound?"
"Towie, towie!" It seemed little Rhaenys was excited for a story…
"Okay, then a story my little Princess will hear." Ashara cooed.
Once upon a time, there was a girl. This girl was told from a very young age that she had been blessed by the Seven because of her beauty. She lived with her parents and two brothers in a castle at the mouth of a big river where she used to swim often.
She was very close to her mother but not with her father who was distant to her. One horrible day, she gained a sister but lost her mother. Her father didn't wish to raise her and so the girl was sent away to another castle to be raised along with other children of her age.
There, she was lonely, no one wanted to play with her and so the girl was so sad that she cried for her mother and family to save her...
yet they didn't come for her... Luckily, a kind soul met her not long after, the friend that girl so desperately needed. The kind soul showed the girl so many wonderful things and introduced her to new friends…the girl was never lonely again.
But the girl grew up and fond of the boys…she wanted to find her Prince…but the boys she looked for were not Princes, or no they weren't, they wanted her beauty and not her…The girl lost hope of finding her Prince…
One day, the girl and the kind soul went to a big tourney, the grandest of them all where there was a big feast in which the girl dance with so many boys before she sat down next to the kind soul for a much-needed rest.
The kind soul had been watching a simple boy that had eyes only for the girl and the girl was curious for the boy but he did not come for her…
Then, when the feast was ending, the simple boy's siblings came to the girl's side and begged for her to concede a dance with the simple boy. They feared that she would rebuke him, but she did not, she extended her hand to him for the last dance of the night. The simple boy was amazed and surprised by her act, and grabbed her hand with a big wonderful smile.
The dance they shared was the best dance she ever had in her life, the simple boy was so attentive to her, that she fell in love with him. It turned out that the simple boy was the Prince she was looking for, even when all hopes had died, she found him and never let go of him since then.
Months afterward, they married in his land, she became his as he became hers, they had half a dozen wonderful children together and lived happily ever after, together.
The End.
After finishing the tale, she looked to the cradle and saw Rhaenys sleeping like the Maiden, with the utmost carefulness she picked the sheets and covered her little Princess for the night.
She called Emy so they could go see how Elia was but Ashara was surprised to find her friend crying…What is wrong with her? Ashara grabbed Emy's hand and brought her outside. "Emy why are you crying?"
"Oh Ash the story was so beautiful and heart touching…" Emy replied as she cleaned her tears. "I felt so much pity for the girl of the story…poor soul…"
Ashara was now wondering if Emyly knew that girl was supposed to be Ashara… "It's…just a story Emy…"
"I know Ash, but that's so bad what she suffered!" The blonde said. "I hope no one has to endure such pain…" Seriously? Well…now she knew that Emyly did not know that the girl was her…
"Let's just go see Elia, I'm very worried." Ashara said.
"Yes, I'm also worried…" Emyly confessed. "By the way…was not your life story quite similar to the one you just told?" Oh Gods…
The two of them arrived at the door to Elia's room where they found Maester Rudigen trying to kick Jasline and Nysah out of the room. "We want to remain!" Jasline protested.
"I can't let that happen I'm afraid I…"
"Let them stay!" Elia shouted amid moans caused by the contractions. "By the Seven let them stay!"
"But My Princess…" The Maester tried to counter.
"I SAID LET THEM ALL STAY!" No more protests were made by the Maester afterward, better to not anger the future Queen of the Seven Kingdoms... "Girls?" Elia called moaning, she must be feeling so much pain from the contractions… "Girls!" she called once more.
They approached Elia's side, Jasline, and Nysah on Elia's left while Ashara and Emy on the right, holding Elia's shaking and sweating hands. "We are here my friend." Ashara soothed.
"I'm going to die…" Elia muttered crying. "I'm going…"
"You are not!" Jasline countered. "You are strong Elia, you will live many more years."
"True to that." Agreed Emy. "Come on friend, everything is going to be alright."
"I'm scared…" Elia confessed. "I'm…scared…"
"It's perfectly fine Elia," Ashara said while kissing Elia's hand. "Being afraid means we have room to be brave."
"It hurts so much…" Her friend insisted.
"But you will endure it." Ashara assured while she fixed Elia's messy hair as much as possible. "We know you will."
"My Princess." Called the Maester. "You must begin to push the child out."
"Oh Gods…" Elia murmured. "Oh Gods…"
"Come on Elia, push." Commanded Jasline worried. "Push!"
"Oh Gods…" Elia repeated as she began making the colossal effort, screaming a painful scream that hurt Ashara's ears and made her close her eyes in hopes to better cope with the situation.
"My Princess the head is almost out, push more, please." Begged the Maester. "A little longer." Elia went on to pushing more while holding Ashara's and Jasline's hands with so much strength...Ashara seriously thought that Elia would break her fingers... "A little bit more My Princess, it's almost done."
"SEVEN HELLS!" Elia screamed as she gave it her all and after a little while, they began hearing baby's cries, Elia succeeded…Thank the Old Gods and the New!
"Congratulations, My Princess." The Maester said with a smile. "It's a healthy boy, we have a Prince."
A boy! How wonderful! Ashara managed to glance the baby, he had silver-blond hair and indigo-colored eyes like Rhaegar's, but a slightly tanned skin, yellowish perhaps. He looked Valyrian enough in Ashara's eyes so maybe he would not smell Dornish to Mad Aerys…especially being a boy.
"A boy…" Elia murmured panting. "Thank the Gods…"
"OH GODS!" Ashara screamed loudly as she saw her best friend faint in front of her.
"Take the baby." The Maester said as he gave the baby to Baela so she could feed him, then he went straight to Elia to see what was happening.
"Is it bad Maester?" Asked Emy worried as she was biting her nails yet again.
"Her pulse is very low…" The Maester murmured as he inspected her eyes "It might have been too much for her to endure…"
"Oh Gods…" They all exclaimed.
"Please My Ladies, get out." Commanded the Maester. "You all watched the birth now please give me space to work properly."
"We can't just leave now!" Yelled Jasline.
"Jas, let us go," Ashara asked as she picked Jasline's hand. "Let's leave the Maester to his work."
"But…"
"Come on Jas," Emyly joined in while picking the other hand. "The Maester needs space."
Jasline gave up struggling and exited with the rest of them. They were all outside worried pacing from the right to the left, chewing their nails, Emyly and Nysah were weeping already. It was frustrating to be outside and not being able to do anything…
"Perhaps we should go pray…" Emyly suggested. "For Elia…"
"We should…" Nysah agreed and so did the rest of them, so to the Sept they went. Ashara prayed for the Mother to give strength to her friend so she could live many more years with her children. She hoped the Mother would hear her praying…Before she returned to Elia's room, Ashara knelt in Aegon's Gardens and made the same prayer to the Old Gods even if there was no Heart Tree there.
Then she returned to Elia's room to meet with her friends, the door was still closed and so they waited for an answer…Finally, after almost another hour, the Maester emerged from the chambers, sighing and they ran as if predators hunting for meat and the poor man almost fell to the ground.
"How is she?" Asked Jasline without allowing the man to breathe…
"The Princess's heartbeat stabilized, but she is still very weak…" The Maester explained. "She is very lucky to be alive still…"
"Will she recover though?" Asked Nysah. "Please tell us that she will…"
"She will but it will take a very long time." Confessed the Maester. "She will be bedridden for some three to four moons if not more…her body is very weak."
In the hallway, only sighs of relief were heard. Elia was to survive, she would be bedridden but at least she was to live and that made them all happy. They promptly entered the room that smelled of sweat and blood. Elia was in her bed, sleeping and they took a seat next to her. Ashara was close to the window and after a while, the sky began turning purple…it was the very beginning of dawn…
Suddenly Elia's eyes slowly opened. "Am I...dead?" Asked Elia with a broken voice. "Am I on one of the Seven Heavens?"
"Not yet, my friend." Assured Jasline with a big smile. "You are still on the living hell with the rest of us."
"And hopefully for many more years to come." Add Ashara, feeling tears in her eyes.
"Well…" Elia began. "At least…I got your attention now…"
"Oh so someone was indeed jealous of little Rhaenys…" Emyly commented with a smirk, just like the rest of them.
"Crap…" Murmured Elia, before smirking too. "Maybe I said too much…"
"You did." Said Ashara. "And you should know that our attention will always be with you, my friend," she added. "Just not exclusively…"
"I know, I know…" Elia chuckled in pain. "Thank you…for being here with me anyway…"
"And where would we be if not here with you?" Jasline questioned indignantly.
"I'm happy to be able to count with you all." Elia smiled before she got a bit frightened. "The child?"
"Your son has Rhaegar's looks but with slightly tanned skin." Emyly said.
"That will make things much easier." Elia said sighing with relief.
"To our great friend Elia, mother of two beautiful children!" Emy began.
"To our great friend Elia, mother of two beautiful children!" They all repeated.
Rhaegar Targaryen III
Dragonstone, Narrow Sea, Year 282 AC
Elia should have given birth by now...he thought as the ship he was sailing approached Dragonstone at full pace. A boy, a Prince, the Prince That Was Promised…
It was getting night but he was sure that he would arrive that same day. Half an hour passed by and the ship finally moored in the docks, he mounted a horse and rode as fast as he could to the Great Keep of Dragonstone, passing the spiral staircase with ease. Then he left the horse in the stables and walked with a quick pace to Elia's room while all the servants bowed to him.
He knocked on her room's door, he noticed that he still had his harp in his hands…well…he supposed his favorite instrument would be needed, his son would need a powerful ballad as he was the Prince That Was Promised, the savior of humankind against the Great Peril that the ancient books spoke about and Rhaegar saw in that nightmare. "Elia?" he called. "May I come in?"
It was Lady Ashara who opened the door, it seemed she had returned from the North. "Rhaegar…" she murmured as she allowed him to enter. He noticed dark circles below her haunting violet eyes just as the other ladies…they required a good night of sleep…
Elia was laying down in her bed, she had her hair very messy and she looked awfully pale seemingly unable to move…The baby was next to her glancing him with eyes just like his... "Rhaegar…" His tired wife whispered with a very weak smile. "You are late…"
Rhaegar chuckled. "I'm sorry…it took longer than what I anticipated…how are you feeling?"
"Bad…" she replied. "I can barely move…"
It certainly bothered him to see her like that, she was a dutiful wife, kind and smart and even if he wasn't in love with her, he appreciated her. "You will get better soon I'm sure." he turned to the tired ladies. "May I have a moment with my wife please?"
"Of course." Lady Ashara said with a nod as they all left the room, leaving him, Elia and the baby inside.
Rhaegar walked to his son and picked the baby up taking a good glance at the child, he was less tanned than Rhaenys which was less than Elia, he had indigo eyes and silver blond hair, a Targaryen through and through. "He seems a healthy boy." he commented with a smile.
"I haven't given him a name yet," Elia said. "The girls are suggesting Daeron or Baelor…it's up to you really, you know it better than me."
"I have something in mind…" he confessed.
"Yes…what will we name him?"
"Aegon," he replied without hesitation as he placed his son next to Elia. "What better name for a future King?"
Elia was glancing at his harp, he had placed it at her feet to pick his son. "Are you going to write a song for him?" she asked with a smile.
"He has a song," Rhaegar dismissed. "He is the Prince that was Promised and he is the song of ice and fire."
"And what do you mean by that?" Asked Elia confused. "Is this one of the prophecies you read?"
"There must be one more though," he added, they needed Visenya so that the prophecy could be fulfilled. "The dragon has three heads, Elia." With that said, he picked his harp and took a seat near the window and began running his fingers lightly over the silvery strings.
"You want another baby?" Elia questioned after a little while of silence.
"We need another baby Elia," he answered. "Something terrible is coming and we need three dragons to fight it. It is known."
"Dragons are long dead…"
"They are, but they might return still, Aerys the First read in the books and so did I," Rhaegar explained remembering those passages in the book Zaldrīzoti which meant Dragons in High Valyrian, a book written by a Maelyx Aereneos, supposedly a dragonlord from Old Valyria, in which he explained how to tame dragons and care for them. It would seem like a normal book if it's wasn't for the last sentences of it…If for some reason dragons go extinct and for the wellbeing of our civilization let us hope not, then perhaps the writings of Maekael Naetradarion may be needed…none believe him but they may be the only way…Now Rhaegar went through every book in King's Landing and Dragonstone to find any book written by this Naetradarion but he had no luck. At times he wondered if the Citadel had something but the bureaucracy involved was abysmal, to say the least… "Do not worry about it now, you must rest." And he too…he would find the works of this man sometime in the future. "I will let the ladies come in again…oh and what can you tell me of Lady Ashara's expedition?"
Elia smiled. "She is officially betrothed to Eddard Stark."
"Those are good news…seems things are returning back to track…let's just hope I don't ruin it again…"
"You won't…" Elia assured.
"I hope not…" Rhaegar then opened the door only to find the ladies eavesdropping and trying to hide what they were doing. "Ladies…"
"My Prince…" They said averting their gazes from him.
"You are free to enter…"
"Thank you, My Prince." They replied in unison as they began entering.
Just as he was going to close the door, he remembered something. "Oh and Lady Ashara congratulations."
The Dornish woman looked back at him and smiled. "Thank you, My Prince."
Now he finally closed the door and as he was going to walk towards his room, he bumped into Maester Rudigen, the old Maester that served in Dragonstone even before his father became King. "My Prince, my deepest apologies for bumping into you." Said the Maester worriedly as he bowed before him.
"Worry not Maester, I'm not injured," Rhaegar assured with a shy smile. "How is Elia's condition by the way Maester? She said she felt bad…"
He looked wary at him, which made Rhaegar feel as if something was wrong... "The Princess is in her way to a full recovery." The Maester explained as he rubbed his chin. "But…"
"What is the problem with my wife, Maester?" he asked, his voice showcasing a little bit of anger and impatience which he tried to control.
"She can't have more children…she is likely barren but even more likely to perish if she goes into labor again."
"Pardon me?" he asked, not sure if heard it right, surely Elia was fully capable of having more children…
"She is barren My Prince, the pregnancy left her unable to have more children." No...no...this can't be true...the Dragon...has three heads...the Great Peril...
"Thank you Maester…" he finally murmured in a broken tone, shaken by the news of course…
"Is everything alright My Prince?" Asked the Maester. "I know it's always a problem when…"
"Everything is alright I assure you, I must retire, however. The rest of a good day."
"Likewise My Prince…" The Maester said just as he bowed in respect once more and then knocked on the door to Elia's room while Rhaegar made his way to his.
The prophecy stated that the dragon has three heads…three heads had the dragon when he took the Seven Kingdoms...Aegon, Rhaenys and Visenya...the first two were alive but not the last one...what to do? Things were more complicated then he thought...His father still seated on the throne...the Great Peril slowly approaching and now Elia unable to have Visenya...not good...not good at all...I must find that book again…
RedRat8: Couldn't agree more, prophecies are tricky businesses.
Thank you to everyone who spent time reading and I hope you all have a nice day.
