4 CH 4:  The Defiance of Duskendale

Location: Westeros,Kingslanding.

Time: 277 AC

Pov(Narration)

It was year 277 AC and this year the famous Defiance of Duskendale had occured. Aerys Targrayen was held captive by Denys Darklyn for five months which extinguish even a little bit of sanity that Aerys had.

At this time all the high lord of westeros were summoned to the outskirt of Duskendale where the king has being held captive for the past five Months.

In a field decorated with flags of House Lannister,featuring a roaring lion in red field.

 Inside a tent

(Tywin lannister pov)

This matter is spiraling out of hand. I can't belive the fool Denys Duskandale would have the audacity to imprision the king.

A fool,Indeed!. Imprisoning a king is a sure way to be condemned in history. This will recoreded as great felony that no lord should commit-- a one way ticket of having your family and all your legacies to become history.

All the lords were looking at each other like this can solve any problem.

"My lords,we cant go like this,Ser barristan have you have found the sewers that I had asked for"I looked at the Ser barristan a man who is a glorified bodyguard of the king. Despite not caring much about him,he is one of the war veterans.

All the lords looked at Ser Barristan,eager to hear his response.

"Yes Lord tywin,I have located the sewers".Barristan affirmed.

Good that the least I can expect from him . I took a map of Duskendale and put it in front of them.

"Well as you can see,this town is not well-fortified,but the problem is how to save the king with small casualties."I began to outline my plan .

"First,Ser Barristian will have to disguise in the commonfolk's clothes and take the path from the sewers which will lead him to the castle.Ser Barristan how many man you will need to get the king out of prision if you can get inside"

"Ten will suffice Lord Tywin"

"Alright I will give you best ten man and another 50 will scale the wall to set fire into the depots of Duskedale's army to distract them.Meanwhile we will march to the gates with our forces to put the pressure on lord Duskendale.

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After leaving the tent, Ser barristan headed to his men. He wanted to discuss the mission details with them so that they could prepare.

Half an hour later, he led his men in the direction of the town , when they were near the gate, they stopped and discuss the plan among themselves. No mistake is allowed in this plan, as it will bring disaster to the realm.

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Location: Westeros,North,The last hearth.

Time: 277 AC

Pov(Narration)

In a Yard half filled with snow we can see the boys around seven to nine name days old practicing with their sword. One around Nine name days old and the other around Seven name day old but they can be hardly distinguished between them about who is younger and who is older. 

Both boys wore training gear, a mismatch of leather and padded armor.

Swish!

Without warning, the boy lunged at Alaric, his movement fluid and coordinated. Alaric observed him carefully, his eye following his every move as he approach him. He noted the way he position their feet, that way they are holding their wooden swords.

As he closed in on him.Alaric took a step back and lifted his sword to charge at him with as high its momentum can take.the boy looked quite muscular and tall aimed it his sword at alaric's head. Alaric ducked, avoiding the attack, and then with a powerful thrust at his chest he knocked the wind out of him, causing him to stagger backward.

The boy may be old but he can't compete with Alaric in term of strength.

"Keep your feet steady Jojen!" Uthor bellowed at the older boy.

Alaric stood in a defensive stance, his eyes fixed on the boy. Eventually, Jojen managed to regan his footing, readied himself for the next exchange.

This time he didn't charge blindly as he also know he can't compete Alaric in strength. He circled around him to find any blind spot that he can take advantage of. He once again strike from the left but was blocked by Alaric with a parry.

The sword fight continues. The sound of wood meeting wood echoed in the training yard. The training yard was alive with the sound of their strikes, punctuating the air. Their mentor observed them keenly,offering 

As the sun began its descent, casting a warm glow over the training yard,the boys continued their friendly duel.In the twilight of the training yard,the boys, now tired but satisfied,lowered their wooden swords in a gesture of mutual respect. Uthor Applauded their efforts, acknowledging the progress mad in that day's session.

"Get some rest boys! That will be enough for today."Uthor watched them as the boys began to move outside of training yard.

"How the fuck did you get this strong,Alaric I Swear I don't think I am fighting some seven name day boy" Jojen wimpered in front of Alaric.

"Let me tell you a secret, Jojen" Alaric said while lowering his voice to so others will not hear him.

"what is it!" Jojen asked Alaric in simple curiosity.

"You know . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I eat green leafy vegetables".Alaric said casually before sprinting towards the castle.

"Whaat thee fuckk! You! You! You! Fucker!" Jojen bellowed, his frustration evident as he began to chase Alaric around the castle. 

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Hey guys . I knows the updates had been messed up.I got busy in my work during festivals .Sorry for the delay I hope you are enjoying the chapter.

And don't worry I am planning to mass release chapters in few days.

And at last . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . POWER STONES . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .