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High Valyrian will be italicized

Dothraki will be bolded

Inner thoughts will be in between apostrophes


Cold. That is all Zacrys felt. Cold. It was dark. He awoke to nothing but the cold feeling on his back. He stood up and looked around at where he was. he saw snow. JUST snow. No trees, no animals, no ANYTHING. Just snow and fog, in every direction as far as the eye could see. He looked up at the sky. He saw no sun. He saw no clouds. Only a vast field of stars and a green, otherworldly swirl stretching across the sky. Zacrys awed at this beauty. He had heard of glowing lights in the sky but never thought he would see them himself. He looked forward and saw something beyond the fog. He moved towards it. It was a tree. A great, big tree with white bark and red leaves. He walks up to this tree and sees a pedestal. On the pedestal, was a small chest. Zacrys opened the chest and pulled out what was inside. It was a crown. A circlet made of silver and embedded with eight square-cut rubies. No, not silver. It isn't heavy enough. It is Valyrian Steel. This is the crown of Aegon the Conqueror. He feels the crown in his hands, not quite believing that it's in his hands. He moves to put it on, when suddenly it is snatched away for him. He looks up to see that it was taken by a raven, and it was flying away. Zacrys chased after it, hoping to retrieve his ancestor's crown. He ran as fast as he could, but he couldn't catch it. The raven was mocking him. It was close enough to be in sight, but always just out of his reach. The raven eventually landed on a nearby perch; Zacrys took the crown form the raven, only for it to dissolve the moment he did. he looks at the raven as it faced him and notices something. Something that doesn't make sense. Something that shouldn't be possible. The raven...had three eyes. Then the raven dissolves too, and is instead replaced by a sound. Footsteps. Echoing from behind him. He turns and sees two figures. On the right, is a man made of fire. Black fire. He had no face or features, just a body made of black fire. On the left, is a figure made of what can only be described as pure darkness. However THIS figure appeared to be a women and like the man, it had no face. The fire man moved, turning his head and pointing at the dark women. The fire man then said one word

"Haedar"

Haedar. Zacrys knows this word. it is High Valyrian for sister. Both figures then pull out two swords. One was a big longsword with a dragon hilt and a big ruby on the pommel. The other was a longsword as well, but much thinner, and the hilt looked more like wings. The two figures then dissolved, just like the crown and the raven. Afterwards, a THIRD figure appeared. This figure was too far to see any distinguishing about it, but he did see that this figure had glowing blue eyes and a presence that even from a distance, chilled Zacrys' very bones. The figure was wearing a cloak and its face was obscured by a hood. Zacrys looked at the figure and saw that its hands looked like they were covered in ice. It suddenly extended his hand, grabbing him by the throat. it released a loud scream, like cracking ice. "AHHHH" Zacrys looks around quickly, looking for the figure and found that he was in his cabin, safe and sound. He exhales with relief 'it was just a dream' he thinks, trying to calm himself down. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, the smell of salt water and gull shit filling his nose. Zacrys gagged 'not a very pleasant combination of smells' he listens, the sound of waves crashing filled his ears. He felt his heart slow down and his nerves cool. They had been at sea for about a week. Maybe, Zacrys had honestly lost track by now. "Who knew sailing from the Summer Islands to Tyrosh took this long?" He groaned out loud. After Euron had agreed to Zacrys' terms and pledged his fealty(which will probably not last long) Zacrys began with the next part of his plan, getting an actual army to conquer Westeros. He sails to Tyrosh, one of nine Free Cities that used to be colonies of the Valyrian Freehold. It is also the birthplace and headquarters of the Golden Company, the biggest and best sellsword company in the world. The Golden Company was founded by Aegor 'Bittersteel' Rivers, one of Aegon IV Targaryen's so called 'Great Bastards' who Aegon the Unworthy foolishly legitimized on his deathbed. One of these Great Bastards, Daemon Waters, made a claim for the Iron Throne. Aegon's heir, Daeron naturally refused to give up the throne and the two went to war. Daemon was acknowledged by his father, knighted and gifted the ancestral sword of House Targaryen, Blackfyre before his death. Daemon started his own branch house of House Targaryen, taking the name of his sword, House Blackfyre. The war itself lasted only a year, however it was succeeded by four other rebellions, the fifth being called the War of the Ninepenny Kings. At the end of the first rebellion, Daemon's half brother, Aegor Bittersteel, found Blackfyre from the battlefield of the Battle of the Redgrass Field. He took the Blackfyre forces and went to Tyrosh, swearing that he would one day take the Iron Throne. This never actually happened and the Blackfyre forces would later become sellswords and call themselves the Golden Company and fight to one day return to their homeland. Or so they say.

Knock knock knock "My Prince, are you alright?"

Zacrys exhales. Ser Arthur, ever the overprotective father. "Yes Ser Arthur, I am alright" "May I enter?" the knight asks "Go ahead" Zacrys replies. Ser Arthur enters the room wearing his dragonguard armor, as always. "You know, I would advise taking off the armor. You would sink should you go overboard" he says to the knight. Ser Arthur looks down at his armor and chuckles "My armor is made not heavy enough to sink me should I fall in the water, but I appreciate the concern my prince" Ser Arthur replies "Of course I am concerned, you are like a father to me" Ser Arthur trips in shock upon hearing this "Thank you, my prince. You honor me" Ser Arthur says and gives a small bow. "So, is there anything in particular you wanted or did you just come here to say hi?" Zacrys asked "Oh, yes. I came here to tell you that we are about a day's trip from Tyrosh" "Excellent! I was starting to go mad staying on this ship. I look forward to when we step foot on land again. Now come on, I need some air." Zacrys walks out of his cabin with Ser Arthur following closely behind. He walks up to the deck, seeing the crew of The Silence working diligently and silently. The reasons for this are quite...interesting to say the least. The crew went through a massive storm in the Jade Sea recently, during which Euron had apparently lost his mind. The crew tied him to the mast to keep him from jumping over the side. When the storm was over and and the crew released their captain, he was less than pleased and proceeded to cut out all of their tongues out of their mouths. When he asked Euron as to why he did this he said "I needed silence". And so the crew works silently, for it is difficult to speak when you have no tongue. And they worked diligently, afraid that Euron might find some worse way to punish them if they did not. As horrific as this story is, it has taught Zacrys something. Euron is far more dangerous than he had previously thought. He would have to be cautious around Euron Crow's Eye. Speaking of the Devil, He sees Euron sitting near the helm, drinking ale. Zacrys walks up to him "I'm no expert on sailing, but shouldn't you, the captain, be steering your ship instead of sitting around and getting drunk? What if we are attacked?" he asked "If we are attacked, then we will kill them, and their vessel will become just another shipwreck at the bottom of the Narrow Sea" Euron replied with an evil grin "Hm, sounds so simple when you say it like that" Zacrys says "Ser Arthur tells me that we have a day til we get to Tyrosh" "That we do" Euron says, still just drinking his ale. Zacrys sighs "is there any way that we can go faster? Maybe coax some more wind out of the sails or something?" Euron laughs loudly "That's funny. No, I'm afraid not. The Silence is one of the best ships to ever sail the seas and even she cannot go any faster than she is now" Euron says "Besides, we have to be careful. The path to Tyrosh involves going through the Stepstones, which are narrow at best" "The Stepstones. Yes, I remember reading about them. The remains of a massive land bridge connecting Essos and Westeros right?" Euron nods. "I'd suggest going below, not much for you to do up here" Euron said lazily. And so Zacrys we below, hoping to find something to occupy his time. 'maybe Ser Arthur is up for a spar'.


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Valar Morghulis