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We took off in formation as we approached the cave the traitor had been leading us towards. The thought that one of the unsullied would betray me was a frightening one. Soldiers that had been trained to be obedient and loyal from a young age turning into traitors was beyond ridiculous.

I wasn't stupid. Granting the unsullied freedom had been a tactical decision. They might have been freemen in name but the act of being the one to grant them that freedom should have bound them closer to me than they ever would have been as slaves.

I'm ashamed to admit that I was surprised when we weren't ambushed at all during our approach to the cave. It wasn't till we were at the entrance to the cave that I realised why that was. It wasn't just a cave. It was a whole fucking labyrinth.

We had to make a choice at that moment. We could either go back and return with reinforcements to storm the system or we could step into the ambush. I turned to Greybeard, expecting him to begin advocating caution as he usually did but he only gave me a solemn nod and started ordering the unsullied into a formation for our entrance.

I understood it then. I wasn't the only one disturbed by the idea of one of the unsullied being a traitor. We walked in and started moving. The cave system branched off into several alcoves but a small voice in my head kept telling me how to proceed. Greybeard was reluctant to follow directions from my instincts but I was adamant.

I knew where to go. I didn't know how but the directions came to me but we found ourselves approaching a light source after an hour or two of wandering through the cave formation. We took a few minutes to prepare for the incoming confrontation and marched forward.

We found ourselves in an enormous cavern. The light source was from the sun above us. This hall seemed to be connected to the top of the mountain directly. I was ashamed to say that it took me almost a minute to realise we were sounded. I looked cautiously at the crowd of men surrounding my group.

The sound of applause drew my attention to a man at the forefront of the crowd. He looked familiar. "Ahhh. Nephew, It's a surprise to see you here". Fuck. Euron Greyjoy. A fucker I definitely hadn't planned on encountering in this universe. I never read the books but everyone who'd done so agreed that Euron was a scary fucker.

I looked at him and noted all the differences between the man before him and the one Theon had known as a child. Euron had never been a handsome man but the man before me was a shadow of his former self. He was thin. His shaggy hair looked dead and his lips were stained a distasteful shade of blue.

"Nothing to say to me, Nephew?" He continued speaking with his hands spread out in front of him. I kept half my attention on him as I scanned the men behind him. A mismatched group of rogues if I'd ever seen one.

"How did you manage to convince one of my unsullied to betray me?" This was the main thing I was curious about. My enhanced mind had already managed to figure out the answers to my other questions. This part of the island had been ignored in our searches because there was truly nothing of value here. The dried mud on the boots of a few of his accomplices told me that they'd been staying on a ship. They probably set anchor somewhere to the west of the island.

I had no idea how he also made it to Valyria since I was sure he didn't have a compass to navigate the ocean as I did. He had to have made it through the smoking sea somehow. I also didn't need him to confirm that he'd been the one killing my crew. I didn't really care to know why. His life was already forfeit. The only knowledge I needed from him was the information on how he'd managed to convince one of the most loyal soldiers in the world to betray me.

"Oh no. That man was no unsullied. I have travelled far and wide nephew. The world has many secrets, and I am the best at squirreling out those secrets. I'd thought you'd ask why I was here or why I'd gone through the effort of summoning you here." He looked almost disappointed at that.

"If you won't ask, I'll tell you anyway. The drowned god talks to me, Theon. He tells me things. I am his chosen. He and I share a connection beyond your understanding. Imagine my surprise when he told me he was replacing me with you." His façade of sanity fell away as he continued his speech.

"You! I had reaved my way across the seven seas. There is no port where my name is not known. When sailors see the black sails of my Silence, they get on their knees and pray. They kill themselves to avoid falling into my hands. The plunder of all the known world has been mine. What have you done? What makes you special? I've been killing your slaves to draw you put. Now that I have you here before me, I find myself even more confused." He'd stopped shouting at least.

His bit about the drowned God caught my attention but his eyes told me the truth of it. Euron had lost what little sanity he'd ever possessed.

"Never mind that though. I've called you here for a reason. You and I will duel for the drowned God's favour. Only one of us can be his champion. I'll pay the Iron price for the drowned god's favour with your head." His savage grin managed to unnerve me at that point.

His deal was good though. With my enhancements, no man could stand against me on the field of battle when I wasn't holding back.

"I accept your terms, Uncle. How do we do this?"

"So the boy has some balls on him. Your life will be good first reaping for my new blades." He took a pair of Valyrian steel axes from holsters at his waist.

He directed his rouges towards one end of the cavern, and I had Greybeard do the same with the rest of the unsullied. Greybeard didn't even look doubtful about the duel. The warmth that his confidence in me sent through my chest brought a smile to my face.

I walked forward while twirling my sword in one hand and holding my Warhammer in front of me. He started things off by bolting at me with a slash aimed at my face. I moved backward and sent my hammer into his ribs. He folded around my blow and retreated with his hand on his ribs. I'd held back on that shot. I wanted- no, I needed him to suffer.

He was my family by blood but he'd killed members of the family I chose to pursue his madness. If he'd just left this between the two of us then I might have been inclined to show some mercy by giving him a quick death. But he hadn't done that. He'd killed members of my crew for this bullshit. For some imaginary god.

I'd admit that in some of my weaker moments, I'd said prayers to the drowned god, but I always knew it was hogwash. There's no such thing as gods. He spat out some blood and came charging at me again. I twirled around his attack and cut into his side with my blade as I passed by.

"Ahh. Nephew, you're a true challenge. I should have known that the drowned god would have seen something in you. Luckily, I came with some insurance. He whistled and the men behind me took out crossbows and aimed them at me.

Fuck. I didn't expect him to stoop so low. I'd noticed the crossbows but I didn't expect them to come into play. "This doesn't seem like a fair duel, Uncle. I doubt the drowned god would be satisfied if you claimed victory like this."

He laughed. He actually laughed. "The drowned god isn't some prissy mainlander god. He cares little for things like honour and fairness. The fact that you'd even assume such tells me you would never have been a good fit for the drowned god."

While he went into a tangent on the requirements to be an appropriate host for the drowned god, I racked my mind for a way out of this situation. I cursed myself as I failed to come up with anything. The arrows would turn me into a pincushion before I'd even manage to get to Euron's position, or would they? I'd never actually pushed my speed to the limit.

I had no idea how fast I could move. Was I willing to take the risk though? As Euron started talking about how he'd sacrifice my crew to the drowned god to show his commitment, I decided that I was. Before he could start his next sentence, I bolted across the cavern. I dodged around his pitiful attempt at an attack and punched him in the face before dragging his unconscious body towards the shield wall the unsullied had set up.

They opened up to allow me entry and I huddled with them behind the shields. I stayed still as they marched forwards in formation. It was a slaughter. Only my orders to Greybeard to take most of them alive had prevented their blood from flooding the caves.

We left the caverns with our new prisoners, and I was grateful for Greybeard's levelheadedness when I noticed he'd left marks so we could retrace our steps.

We returned to camp as the sun started to go down for the day. We were greeted by the applause of the unsullied as they put two and two together. We'd left in a rush and had returned with prisoners. It didn't take a genius to connect those dots.

"Unsullied!" I shouted in Astapori low valyrian. "We have returned victorious. The dishonourable curs that had taken so many of our brothers from us have been captured. Rest for tonight. Rest easy knowing that no danger may challenge you while I draw breath. Tomorrow, we feast" The unsullied (the armed ones, at least) began banging their spears on the ground and the smile that split my face in two could not be covered.

A/N; Thanks for reading. We're already halfway through with chapter 14 on the pa-atreon page. Feel free to join me there if you can. Same username as up here. The link's on my profile.