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Now let me answer a few questions and get some things straight. Don't worry this AN won't be as long as the last one. Yeah didn't work out.
1. Pairing. For now, Arianne Martell is winning the poll. I am giving you one or two more chapters to decide. I already have plot ready for the next few chapters, but I need to know where I need to go and it all depends on pairing. So go and vote in the poll on my profile or let me know in reviews. If Arianne wins, I will change her a bit. Don't get me wrong, I won't change her character, but her behavior. I need to stop her from sleeping with everyone as I can't really think that Harry would love someone like this. So I will tone it down a bit. Only a bit so don't flame me for it.
2. I will give Harry a pseudonym to use so no one will recognize him. It is not anything important and won't play a big role in the story, so this is the only reason why I am informing you of this. I don't want people to scream that I gave Harry a new name.
3. Magic. Some people think that it will be weak. My answer to it is, why would you even think that? Harry needs to work out the whole new magic system so it is obvious that he won't be throwing spells left and right. Magic from the HP world would be too op if Harry could use it from the beginning.
It will be strong, but different. Harry just needs to train with it and recreate some things. He might not be able to use some of the branches of magic, but he will be able to do other things instead. I already showed elemental magic and it is only the beginning as it will grow much stronger. I plan to make at least the Night King stronger so Harry will have something to challenge him in terms of magic alone.
4. To the guy who said that Harry should just kill everyone and don't care about morals. Yeahhhhhh... I might have changed Harry to be more mature and ruthless, but killing everyone and taking every part of his character? Not gonna happen. My Harry will kill as it is GoT, but he won't be a rabid dog.
5. Medieval setting and Valyrian descent. Harry will slowly adapt to the new culture, but it won't be instant. About people looking like old Valyria. Yeah, I fucked up a bit there, but please just accept and try to ignore it. I am going with the way that some people around Essos look like Valyrians, but the years of breeding with others made their Valyrian looks slowly disappear. Not completely, but it is rare to find someone looking like, for example, Targaryens. I hope you can accept my version. Sorry.
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The matter is quite simple. Harry's dragon. Yes, he will have a dragon, but I want to make it a bit different. Like we all know in GOT dragons have two legs and wings, making them a 4 limbed dragons.
I want to make Harry's dragon a 6 limbed one. You know, 4 legs and a pair of wings. It is a big change and I don't know how you guys will take it, so that's why I am letting you know.
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Chapter 4. Qarth
When Harry finally stepped on the land, he took a moment to look around and observe the surroundings with his own eyes.
He could see a vast port, from what he read, it was one of the greatest in the known world. The number of ships slightly surprised the wizard as he never was a person who liked to spend time on a boat. If he needed to travel in his old world by the Muggle means, he used planes. Much better and faster in his opinion, but even then it was rare as he preferred magical methods of transportation.
Far away from him, Harry could see the famous three thick walls of thirty, forty, and fifty feet in height, respectively engraved with portraits of animals, war, and lovemaking. He didn't really know what to think of them, but one thing was for sure, no one is capturing Qarth without at least some problems.
Harry read a lot about the city and there were a few reasons why he had chosen Qarth as his destination. He wanted to see the place, which a lot of people speak as a Queen of Cities.
A very interesting title and Harry couldn't help but come here and check it out. It is also a gateway between the lands of Westeros, Slaver's Bay, Free Cities and of course the lands to the far east like Yi Ti or Shadow Lands. From there Harry could go anywhere, so if he would need to escape again, he had a lot of choices.
Even though those reasons were important, Harry came here for something much more intriguing.
House of the Undying.
When Harry heard about it, he knew he needed to come here. This was one of the nearest places where magic was still supposedly alive apart from Valyria. Unfortunately, he didn't manage to gather a lot on those warlocks. He would need to speak with people in Qarth and see the place for himself, before going in or trying to contact those people.
For now, it was time to go into the city, buy some food and then find a place to sleep in.
Harry tightened the cloth around his head and slowly made his way into the city. There wasn't any reason to hurry and he wanted to enjoy the view. Who knows how long he would be able to stay here. This time, Bronn wasn't with him so people might take more notice to Harry. So, for now, he will enjoy the sights.
It took him some time, but after almost an hour of wandering, Harry managed to find bazaar. On the way there Harry observed people walking around and he was quite surprised.
Most people in Qarth were tall and pale, but from time to time Harry could spot some different looking men. Most likely foreigners who came to the city to trade or were on their way to another one.
The next surprise came from their clothing or lack of it when it came to children. Kids of varying ages were running around stark naked with only wearing golden sandals and body paint. It was a bit weird for Harry to see such an occurrence, but he tried to just ignore it and move on.
That's what he did, so Harry moved onto adults. There he saw that males mostly dressed normally... well as normally as one can look in linen, samite, and tiger fur. Harry wisely decided to not question their choices in clothing as he spent almost 20 years wearing robes in the wizarding world.
Then Harry decided to see how females dressed and there he saw something that made his adult mind relax after his previous observations. Women in Qarth wore Qartheen gowns, which leave one breast exposed.
Now Harry's body might be young and he didn't even hit puberty yet, but his older mind can appreciate how the fairer sex looks here. He wouldn't call himself a pervert as what healthy male wouldn't at least take a look.
Harry shook his head to clear his mind of those thoughts, he could observe later, for now, he needed to find some fresh food and then maybe an inn to stay in.
It didn't take him long and after a few minutes, Harry with a bag full of fruits and some longer-lasting food was again walking around the city in search of an inn that wasn't too populated. He couldn't stay in a populated area as it would raise too many questions due to his age and Harry wanted to stay in Qarth for at least a few weeks.
Harry's mind went back to the moment when he was buying the food. He, for the first time since he came to this world, tried to use legilimency on someone. The wizard wanted to make sure he won't be scammed, plus he was new in the city so it gave him a perfect chance to finally try this branch of mind magic.
At first, Harry thought that legilimency either wouldn't work or without a wand, it would be almost useless. He was half-right. It did work, but when he got to the shopper's mind, Harry couldn't get more than the most basic feelings. Harry blamed it at the new magic, but then he decided to do more experiments later. Legilimency could save his life one day, so ignoring it would be stupid.
Figuring out the new magic sometimes irritated Harry, but there was nothing he could do about it.
Sighing, Harry walked into an inn which he managed to find after coming to the edge of Qarth. It was quite a simple building and Harry hadn't seen anyone going in for about 30 minutes. With the hope that there weren't many people inside, Harry walked inside and saw a half-asleep man sitting by the counter.
Said man took notice of Harry and regained his full awareness after a moment. "What do you want kid, don't you see I am busy?" the man said lazily.
Harry held the snort coming from his mouth as it wouldn't be helpful to be rude towards the man. "I want to rent a room," Harry answered calmly.
The man looked at Harry for a few seconds before he exploded in laughter. This time Harry's eyebrow twitched in irritation. Finally, the wizard sighed and decided to take the easy way out. He reached into his gold pouch and took out a few coins. Then Harry put them on the counter and asked with annoyance seeping into his tone, "Can I get a room or do I need to go elsewhere?"
The owner raised his eyebrows at the money before he grinned and took a key from under the counter. He then put the key down and took the money, "Room 7 on the second floor."
Harry didn't even get a chance to ask how to get to the room as the man sat down in his chair with eyes closed.
Sighing in frustration, Harry went in the search of stairs. Fortunately, it was quite simple to find them and in a minute Harry found his room. It was very plain with a small bed and table inside. There wasn't even a window, but Harry didn't have anything against it, he lived in worse places. Even then Harry planned to find a different location to rest later.
The wizard lit the candle that was located on the table with a wave of his hand and then slowly unpacked. With the task finished Harry placed the ward stone under his door and laid down in bed. It wasn't too comfortable, but it was better than his resting place on the ship.
The boy let his body relax and slowly fell asleep.
A few days passed since Harry arrived in Qarth. During this time he managed to become familiar with the layout of the city and now he would be able to escape without getting lost if the need came.
The wizard only spent two days in the inn before he managed to find an abandoned building near the port. It wasn't much, but at least now no one knew where he lived. It was also a good place where Harry could train his magic and swordsmanship. He hadn't trained too much since he came to Qarth, but it would be useful later.
During his exploration of the city, Harry came upon the House of the Undying. The House was a grey and ancient ruin. It was long and low, without towers or windows. Around it, no building stood apart from the black-barked trees with inky blue leaves. Black tiles covered the palace roof, many of them fallen or broken.
Harry didn't know what to think about it, but he at least understood why the place was also called the Palace of Dust. During his old life, the wizard saw a lot of weird things, so the House didn't scare him. Even then he couldn't stop the slight shiver that ran through his spin when he tried to feel the magic around the Palace.
He could feel the darkness curling around it like a blanket, but he also knew that the magic was weak. Still, Harry was happy to find a place of magic even if it was dark and weak.
He wanted to get closer and sense the magic better, but he knew he should be careful. He did not know enough about the place to just go there without a care like in his old life when he was younger. The wizard will prepare and gather information before going into the unknown.
That's what Harry did for the next two weeks. He talked with people about the warlocks who lived in the Palace and tried to find books on them. He was somehow successful in his endeavors.
He managed to find more about the warlocks inside the House. Well... at least how they look.
From the rumors, they are paler than even people in Qarth and their most recognizable trait was the blue color of their lips. They got it from drinking the shade of the evening. Harry didn't understand why anyone would drink something that messes with their mind, but it is not his place to ask.
He also tried to get a better read on the Palace, but he couldn't feel anything inside it. It unnerved him slightly as why would the place release so much darkness if it was empty. Nothing really added up.
Apart from information gathering, Harry continued his training. Both in magic and sword. The wizard continued his research on legilimency and he finally managed to find out what is wrong besides the wilder magic in this world.
Harry tested it with many different people and he found out something very interesting.
Somehow all the people he met so far, had natural mental barriers. They varied in strength and when Harry dived deeper to find out how the barries came to be, he found magic in those people. It was there, passively going through their bodies, never showing itself.
Harry didn't know if they could use it, but he highly doubted that. Even though the magic was inside them, there wasn't much of it. It is highly possible that a long time ago magic was used by everyone, but after centuries or even millennia, people forgot about it. And now the magic can only create weak mental barriers.
Of course, it was only a theory that Harry created and it could be entirely wrong as there still are magic users in this world. Harry hoped that a meeting with the warlocks from the House of the Undying would help him with his theory.
With those barriers, Harry could only feel basics emotions with legilimency. Sometimes he found people who had weaker defenses and he could read their surface thoughts. That gave Harry hope that maybe someday he would be able to use legilimency with greater results. Of course, he wouldn't dare to look through memories of every human he met, but the ability could be useful if a situation was dire.
And that's how Harry's time went. It would be perfect if it wasn't for the feeling that he was watched and it definitely wasn't the weird raven Harry began to see from time to time when he was training. This feeling caused the wizard to create more ward stones and place them around the abandoned building. Moody would be proud.
And Harry was glad for his foresight as two days later the wards were tripped during a night.
When Harry opened his eyes, he quickly tried to feel the magic around him. It was thanks to this action that Harry managed to roll out of his makeshift bed in time.
Whoever the attacker was, he or she didn't expect Harry to dodge so the wizard used the surprise and used ice magic to throw a few small ice spikes at his attacker. In return, Harry got a shout of pain. Smiling the wizard summoned a ball of fire in one hand and finally saw his enemy.
It was a very pale man, dressed in clothes Harry once had seen on the richest of merchants. He had a longer than normal neck and was completely bald, but the most important feature was his lips. They were blue and Harry realized at this moment that a warlock from the House of the Undying is kneeling from pain before him.
It was definitely not how Harry imagined his first meeting with another magic-user in this world, but it could work in his favor.
Without wasting any time Harry ran towards the downed warlock and knocked him out. He then found a chair and placed the man on it. With another use of ice magic, the warlock was bound to the piece of furniture and his bleeding was stopped.
With everything prepared Harry again covered his whole head in cloth and summoned a bit of water, it is the only thing Harry can do with the element, to wake the warlock up.
The man woke up and began to breathe quickly. Then he looked around and noticed the ice around his stomach. He didn't show any fear, but when Harry let his presence be known, the warlock gave him a hard glare.
"So we finally meet warlock," Harry really hated his young age as his tone wasn't even as half threatening as he wanted.
"Release me or you will know the wrath of the Undying," the man was clearly not scared of a ten-year-old and Harry already knew this wouldn't be easy.
The boy shook his head, "You are in no place to make demands. Now tell me who are you."
Surprisingly the warlock answered, "Pyat Pree is my name, and I am the executor of the Undying Ones' will."
"Undying ones? What's that supposed to mean," Harry thought with a frown. The place might be called the House of the Undying, but he never came upon a mention of Undying ones. Shrugging Harry decided to use legilimency and see how he matched again another 'magic-user'.
The wizard focused on the strongest legilimency probe he created since he came here and looked Pyat straight into the eyes. The result was quite surprising as Harry couldn't even feel emotions coming from the man. The barrier was there and the wizard couldn't even scratch it.
Still, the wince from the warlock brought a smirk to Harry's face as at least the man felt his probe. Just when Harry wanted to ask another question, the man spoke, "The Undying ones were right, you really possess magic like no other. With you, our House will again become powerful."
Harry narrowed his eyes at the last admission. It sounds like someone wanted to control him again. The wizard had enough of having his life being controlled when he was in Hogwarts, so there is no way that some blue-lipped bastards will get him.
Trying to not show any outward reaction at the warlock's words, Harry spoke, "And tell me why would I ever work with you? I can just escape."
Pyat smiled evilly at Harry, "The Undying ones will get what they want, no matter where you are."
Harry wanted to retort, but a deep mist appeared inside the building. The wizard couldn't see anything, so he used some pure magic to push the mist away. It took him a few minutes but when the mist cleared, Pyat Pree was nowhere to be seen.
"Shit," the boy cursed loudly, it looks like he won't be relaxing any time soon.
Tow days, that's how long Harry prepared for his next action. He thought long about what to do next, but in the end, Harry only saw one option.
He needed to go to the House of the Undying and confront whoever the 'Undying ones' were. He couldn't run away, only to live in uncertainty if the warlocks would come for him. No, Harry will face them, and from there he would decide if they were a threat to him and this world.
Tonight Harry would face and kill them all if needed.
He prepared during those two days, it might not be too much time, but he couldn't wait any longer. Who knew, if the warlock wouldn't come back with more people. Harry wanted to meet his enemies on his own accords and that's what he will get.
With Blackfyre on his back and a dagger he bought tied to his waist, Harry was ready to go. Thanks to rumors Harry knew what he needed to do to get into the Palace, so with as much confidence as he could muster, the wizard walked through the path under the black trees. Finally, he came upon a door and next to it he saw a single goblet with the shade of the evening.
Taking a deep breath, Harry took the goblet and gulped the drink in one go. Hopefully, his occlumency would shield him from the effect of the drug.
The wizard took Blackfyre off his back and walked through the door.
Inside, he came into a plain room. Truthfully Harry expected something more... rich. The only unnatural things about the room were the four doors on one wall. Harry inspected each of them closely, but he couldn't see anything special. After ten minutes the wizard got quite irritated and decided to feel the room with magic.
Like before Harry could feel the darkness, but he also saw a path of magic going through the doors on the right. Shrugging he opened them and stepped through.
He instantly regretted his decision as instead of coming into another room, he appeared in a familiar kitchen he hoped to never see again.
4 Privet Drive.
The most anty-magic house in the existence, the place where Harry lived through ten years of mental abuse and negligence, a place he vowed to put deep into his mind and forget about it.
Unfortunately, it looked like Harry won't be free of it anytime soon.
To make it worse a man who resembled a walrus, soon walked into the room with the black-haired child in tow. Harry widened his eyes a little when he saw his younger self. He already forgot how weak he looked back then.
From there Harry watched as the child was forced to make breakfast for the family of three, while the black-haired kid didn't even get a piece of the food. Then he saw his younger self being pushed into the cupboard under the stairs.
Before the vision ended Harry could hear a chid's cry...
Harry regained his vision and looked around. He was again in the same room as before. Four doors were waiting for him and Harry was slightly unnerved.
It wasn't like he fared seeing his younger self again. No, what made him angry and frustrated was the sight of him being weak. After the war against Voldemort, Harry vowed to himself to never be weak again, to take control of his life. This vision was like a stab in the heart like someone was laughing at his vows.
Harry gave himself a moment to calm down so he could continue with full strength. It took him a bit to repress the memory in the back of his mind, but when he did it, the wizard smiled grimly and again tried to feel the magic around the room.
Like before it led him to the door on the right, so with a deep breath Harry opened the door and stepped through.
This time he appeared on a battlefield. Spells were flying left and right and Harry quickly took a notice of the two sides that were fighting.
The first group was composed of his old friends, he could see Hermione, Ron, Neville, Luna, and a few others. The second side of the fight couldn't be called a group as it was only a single person fighting.
Harry was then forced to watch as his friends one by one fell to the enemy. Harry knew it was only an illusion, but even then it slightly hurt to watch.
Finally, the battle ended with the unknown person winning. Harry hoped that now the vision will end and he will be able to move on. Unfortunately, it was not to be as the person turned to Harry and began to laugh maniacally.
Here the wizard lived through a shock as the unknown person looked like his past self, but with Voldemort's eyes.
Again Harry was back in the same room, but this time he didn't care. The previous vision was still going through his mind.
He knew, of course, he knew that it was only an illusion, but it showed him something he feared. Turning into a monster he fought years to defeat.
The fear was not something he possessed after the war with Voldemort. No, it came during the war with blood purists. He already became much more ruthless with it and he was no stranger to killing, but he always wondered. When will he cross the line?
Harry talked about it with Hermione during the war. She always told him that he was doing it for the betterment of the magical community and she would support him even if she didn't agree with all his actions.
Harry snorted at the thought. It came a bit too close to Dumbledore's 'Greater Good' for his liking. The wizard then got up from his sitting position he assumed after he got out from the vision, and calmed his mind.
He will carry on with what he was doing. For now, he would rather forget about this vision. It would be much better on his psyche.
Like previously Harry checked the room with his magic and walked through the same door.
This time he appeared above a huge city. It was roughly square-shaped, sprawling across several miles and defended by tall walls. Harry couldn't see the finer details from the distance but one thing was for sure, it was nowhere near Qarth. There were just too much of plants and trees around.
Harry wondered what this vision would show him, but then he saw the fire. It slowly spread through the city and soon it was covered completely in flames. The wizard didn't get any time to think about it as the next moment snow began to fall.
Quicker than possible, the city was completely frozen and destroyed.
One more time Harry appeared in the same room. He didn't know what to think about the vision. It would be much easier if he did know what city he just saw. So with a shrug, Harry decided to go through this memory at a later date. Now it was time to go through the door for the fourth time.
Surprisingly in this vision, he saw vast forest clearing. It would be a beautiful sight if it wasn't for the three animals fighting in the center of it.
The first animal was a golden lion, the second was a large wolf that Harry recognized as a dire wolf and the last animal was a stag, similar to Harry's father's animagus form.
The fight between the animals was interrupted by a loud roar. Harry looked up in the sky and saw three 4-limbed, large dragons. Even though Harry could hear the roar, the three animals on the ground didn't care as the continued fighting.
When Harry came out of his vision he was intrigued. A vision of four creatures that were a sigil of four houses in Westeros. It was definitely not a coincidence, but could Harry really believe in something caused by dark magic in the building and a drug?
The wizard didn't want to think of it now, so he decided to do the same as he did with the previous one.
With a sigh, Harry stepped through his fifth door.
This time he appeared in vast darkness, there was nothing around him at least till he heard a soft murmur.
"I am sorry, Harry. I hope that one day you will be happy and who knows we might even meet in the future," somewhat familiar voice finished with a hollow chuckle.
After Harry came out from the most confusing vision in his life, he decided to continue.
Again Harry appeared in the sky above a somewhat familiar city. It took him a moment to recognize it, but then he knew that it was the same place he saw in his dream. Although this time the city was beautiful and Harry could see the inhabitants of various races walking through the streets. It was surprising to see races other than humans together in one city, but Harry enjoyed the view.
Unfortunately like with the other vision of a city, it began to change. First, he noticed a single man walking on the path that led to the castle in the mountains. As the man walked higher and higher, the city began to degrade. When the man went into the castle, the city looked like the one from his dream, ruined and uninhabited.
Harry was sure of one thing when he came out from his vision. He needed to find the city and go there. It wouldn't appear twice before him if it didn't mean anything.
With hopes to finish his task, Harry opened the door again and stepped through.
Surprisingly Harry came into a square room. He stood in the center of it and before him he saw chairs and tables placed in U-formation. In those chairs, Harry saw beautiful males and females. The wizard could hear whispers around him, but he couldn't make out a thing they said.
Finally, a voice that carried throughout the room spoke, "We waited a long time for you Harry Potter, son of Lily and James Potter in his last life and now Harry Blackfyre, the last of your House. We are glad that you decided to join us, now relax and let us take care of you."
That was when Harry's vision changed and he saw that he was no longer in the chamber.
Harry again appeared a little bit in the air, but this time he was in a land covered by snow. Looking down he saw a man clothed in light leather armor that shouldn't give him enough heat for such cold weather. The man had a hood on his face, but one thing Harry recognized.
Blackfyre.
The sword held in the had of the adult surprised Harry, but he quickly deduced that it was either him or he was in the past. The man wielded the blade skillfully, much better than Harry could. From what the wizard could see, the man was fighting something that resembled inferi.
Harry watched as the adult finished his last enemy before rising his eyes to the north of him. Harry followed his actions and saw a human-looking creature. It was tall and gaunt, with flesh pale as milk. It had cold blue eyes that unnerved Harry greatly.
The wizard would observe longer, but his vision was destroyed when he heard a loud roar inside it.
When Harry opened his eyes, he no longer saw those beautiful humans that sat in their chairs. No, now he saw humans who looked like demons. They looked ancient and withered, their flesh was violet-blue and even their nails and eyes turned blue.
Normally people would be scared when creatures like this were clawing at you, but Harry was used to shit like this happening. With all the focus he could muster Harry gathered a big amount of magic and created a shockwave of pure magic. The attack threw away all of the Undying Ones from him, but they already managed to claw him a few times, leaving him with a few blood trails.
When Harry saw that his attack worked, he held Blackyre with both hands and channeled magic through it. Slowly fire ignited along the blade. Harry worked tirelessly to create this attack those past few days, and now he was glad that he did.
The Undying ones advanced on him, but it was clear enough that they never had any experience in a fight and Harry batted them off without bigger problems. He was surprised they never used any magic, but he wasn't complaining as he wouldn't survive otherwise.
Finally, the fight came to end and a very tired Harry walked through the hallways of the House of the Undying in the search of an exit. From time to time he released some fire around him as he wanted to burn this place down.
Fortunately, he managed to get out on the other side of the building and then he again threw some fire at the exit. He was magically exhausted from the fight and the constant use of fire, but he will be damned if he would leave the Palace undamaged. Now it would have another reason to be called the Palace of Dust.
Because of his exhaustion couldn't dodge Pyat Pree who rushed him the moment he came out. Both fighters fell down to the ground and began to fight. It was visible Pyat was winning and it was only thanks to the pure determination that Harry managed to reach for the dagger at his waist and plunge it in the warlock's heart.
Harry, bruised and bloodied, slowly got up and gathered his sword and dagger. Then with a limp in his step he walked back to the abandoned house where he promptly blacked out.
When Harry woke up, he was sore, hungry and exhausted. The wizard didn't know how long he was asleep, but he didn't care.
With a groan, the white-haired boy got up and found some food. After Harry ate every single food he had, he decided to go an take a bath in the sea. It took him some time to get there, but when he got in the water, Harry never felt better.
He washed the blood and dirt off and then let his thoughts wander.
It was stupid of him to go to the House of the Undying with so pitful preparations. If the Undying Ones could use magic, he would be dead now. At least he discovered his own limit with magic. For a ten-year-old, it was pretty good and he would only get better with time.
Finally, Harry decided to finish his train of thought and go to the bazaar. He needed more clothes and food.
Time again began to pass and before Harry noticed a whole month passed since his trip to the House of the Undying. He mostly spend this time on magic as his body was still sore and weak. He worked with runes to recreate some other charms, soon he should have more ready.
Apart from his work with magic, Harry tried to gather information on public opinion about him burning the Palace of Dust. Some didn't care and others were scared for their lives.
It amused Harry a bit, as he won't go after anyone without a reason. Those Undying ones deserved it and the warlock tried to kill him. They were a lost cause.
Unfortunately due to public opinion, Harry decided to leave Qarth. It was better to disappear before people began to ask questions.
That's why Harry was now standing in the port. He just paid a Capitan to take him on the ship and soon they depart.
His next destination, Asshai.
END
Holy shit. Guys, I had a lot of problems with this chapter. In one moment I could write without any problems, but on the other, I didn't know how to even write one sentence.
That's why it took so long to update. Sorry.
It is 4 am when I am finishing this chapter, so I wish you a good night or day wherever you are.
Chaos out.