Discovering Oneself

(Pentos)

Daeron walked through the streets of Pentos alone, he wanted time to explore the city as he had not gotten a lot of time to relax due to recent events. He felt like the entire time he spent in Westeros was one task after the other, and while often he'd brought these things upon himself he was still quite tired.

Spending time with Ashara had helped, he felt as if his soul became lighter when he spent time with her and it was most of the reason why he slept with her, though he didn't much understand why she would sleep next to him, perhaps at first when he was an emotional wreck after his brother died but not now.

Daeron put those thoughts behind him as he woke the market streets of Pentos, Arthur and the rest of his group were acquiring lodging for the next few days that they were here. Once they acquired passage to Volantis they'd need to either get their ship or travel across land, the option was the most likely as he doubted they'd find a crew stupid enough to talk to Valyria.

While Daeron had resolved himself to relax he couldn't help but think about the people in Pentos, more specifically the people he would like to kill 'Calm yourself Daeron, they will die, but it's better to not risk it now' he thought to himself as he approached a stall and bought a pitcher of sweetened milk. In the centre of the market was a large fountain with beautiful intricate designs depicting various images, Daeron took a seat by the fountain and started drinking his milk out of the pitcher.

"You look rather strange sitting there alone drinking from a pitcher of milk"

Daeron heard a voice say to him, he turned and saw a beautiful girl with silver hair that cascaded in curls down her back, she wore a pale blue gown that was almost thin enough to be see-through "I'd say that I wasn't usually so strange but I don't think I could even convince myself of such words" Daeron replied with a half smile.

The girl snorted as she took a seat next to him, she was much shorter than he was, so much so that her feet almost didn't reach the ground when she sat. Though it was clear she wasn't a little girl as she had a very full figure in proportion to her size "Perhaps being strange is not a bad thing" She said as she swung her feet.

Daeron chuckled "You'd be surprised at how much trouble being strange can get you in, people have killed for less"

The girl tilted her head to the side looking thoughtful "May I have some of your milk?" She asked sweetly.

Seeing no issue with it Daeron handed her the pitcher and she smiled at him "Mayhaps strange is just another way of saying kind" she said as she took a sip of the sweet liquid.

She then handed back the pitcher to Daeron before wiping her lips "Then I believe you'd be right... people have killed for less"

Daeron couldn't help but smile at the girl, she was younger than he was but seemed to show a wisdom he'd only seen in older people such as Ashara 'Or maybe everyone is more intelligent than I' he thought to himself. However, he was quickly snapped out of his thoughts when the girl started talking again.

"I sometimes think we must be living in the times before the end," she said thoughtfully as she looked up towards the sky.

Daeron scrunched his eyebrows "Why would you think that?" He asked with a hint of concern.

"I used to dream a lot, I dream of a future where I stand beside a man with black locks of hair and eyes that seemed to be a kaleidoscope of colour" she explained as she looked down from the sky and back to him.

"But as of late my dreams have frightened me" she said with a slight tremble in her voice.

"I dream of nothing," she said in a cold voice.

"That is not unusual, I have nights where I have no dreams" Daeron tried to say reassuringly.

The girl shook her head "I still dream, but it is a dream of nothing, everything is gone" she clarified.

Daeron couldn't help but frown, the description was extremely similar to the Great Other, the true end. What concerned him the most was how she knew about it 'Are her dreams real?' He thought to himself, though he hoped they weren't as the alternative was too horrible to consider.

"It is a shame the gods are no longer with us," she said in a sad tone.

Daeron snapped back to attention and looked at her "What makes you say such a thing?"

The girl shrugged "The world is full of pain and sorrow and it only gets worse, if the gods were still looking upon us I'd like to think they'd help"

Daeron raised an eyebrow "Perhaps this is part of their machinations, maybe they wish for people to suffer"

The girl then looked at him her violet eyes sparkling in the light.

"Then mayhaps the end is a good thing"

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(Astapor)

The whole city was in chaos as the golden district, the place where the Good Masters rested their heads burned. Their previous soldiers and protectors the unsullied dragged them from their homes, those who resisted were cut down where they stood.

Throughout all of this, Myrcella skipped down the stone road with a smile on her face, in her hand was a whip with a harpy-shaped hilt. After Rhaenys had sat down with Kraznys, the Good Master in charge of the training and selling of the unsullied, they both argued and couldn't come to an arrangement. But this is what was planned, as during the demonstration Kraznys had shown what he had used to dignify his status as their master.

Disguised as a slave Myrcella followed the master back to his home before slipping in and stealing the ship, when midnight struck Shiera and Vhagar descended from the sky and unleashed dragon flame on the district. It was then Myrcella ordered all the unsullied she could find to start rounding up the Masters and any of those who profited off the owning of slaves.

Myrcella smiled as she saw Shiera swoop down once again lighting up the gate to the district and cutting off anyone from leaving "This truly is wonderful" she said to herself, but as she was walking something grabbed onto her dress she'd taken from one of the master's houses.

She looked down to see a heavily burned man, half of his body was charred and scabbed over "Kostilus dohaeragon nyke! (Please Help Me!)" he shouted desperately hoping anyone would get him a healer.

Myrcella sunk in front of him with a sad look on her face "Ao jaelagon syt nyke naejot dohaeragon ao? (You wish for me to help you?)" she asked as she cupped the man's burnt face. He nodded as fast as he was able as his pain was unbearable.

Myrcella smiled at him before bringing a knife to his throat and slashing it open, the man held his hand to his throat looking at Myrcella with eyes of shock and betrayal "Konir sagon se mērī dohaeragon mirre hen kesā jiōragon (That is the only help any of you will ever get)" she said with a malicious smile.

"Myrcella stop playing around" a voice called out from behind her, Myrcella turned and saw the tired expression of Asha as she dragged an old man out of his home and threw him on the ground.

"I'm just having a little fun, I am trying to find the Master that people say is the smartest man in Essos" she said with a pout as she stood up and dusted off her dress.

"Have you rounded everyone up yet?" Asha asked with a sigh as she sheathed the sword she had in her hand.

Myrcella nodded "Mostly, I just need to sort them" she said as she followed Asha down the road to a great square, this place was used by the masters to demonstrate the effectiveness of the Unsullied. When they arrived the Good Masters had said that the Unsullied stood there for a day and night without water.

And now they made the Good Masters and rich folk stand there whole the unsullied herded them in. Myrcella saw that some of them were being sorted into the wrong groups and quickly ran off to sort that out.

Asha just took a seat on one of the glamorous chairs overlooking the courtyard and slumped into it, she had thought she would be excited about this as they were essentially raiding a huge city, but with how easy it was it just made her feel bored 'Perhaps I've lost my taste for raiding' she thought to herself. Of course, if that were the case she knew the person responsible, and for a second the image of Daeron flashed in her mind as well as the few days they'd spent on the ship together.

'Handsome prick... please come home soon' she thought to herself but was snapped out of her thoughts when someone put a hand on her shoulders.

"Is everything well? You look to be sick" Sansa said as she looked down at Asha.

"I'm fine thank you, Sansa, I suppose this is just not what I was expecting it to be" Asha said in a tired voice.

Sansa sighed but nodded her head "It has been a while since we've seen so much destruction, though I'm only glad no fish gods are trying to kill us" she said as she fingered her bow.

*SCREECH*

Before they could make much more small talk the sound of a dragon interrupted them, they both looked up and saw Vhagar descend from the sky and land in the courtyard, the weight of the beast made the earth shake. People started to scream and cry, while they had seen the dragon in the sky it was a completely different thing seeing it up close.

On the back of the dragon was Rhaenys who quickly slid down from the dragon, she strolled his head as he leaned into her "Myrcella are they ready?" She simply asked and said girl gave a smile and a nod as if she was anticipating something. Asha and the rest of the girls had been left out of this part of the plan, only Rhaenys and Myrcella knew it which concerned her slightly. But she knew they were on the same side so she wasn't too concerned 'Then why would she hide it' she thought to herself but quickly put those obtrusive thoughts to the back of her mind as she stood up and approached Rhaenys with Sansa at her side.

Rhaenys stood in front of the group of Masters looking every bit the Queen she was meant to be, though I'm sure to the Masters she looked like something else entirely. The Masters were still screaming and whimpering which annoyed Rhaenys so she cleared her throat and looked towards Vhagar.

*SCREECH*

They all fell silent, the only sounds that could be heard were the crackling of wood as buildings burned, Rhaenys smirked and stroked Vhagar's neck "Sȳz āeksia iksan Rhaenys Targārien se eman aōha oktion, (Good Masters I am Rhaenys Targaryen and I have captured your city)

"Gaoman daor emagon olvie naejot ivestragon, sīr kesan sagon adere.  Aōha ābrar iksis toliot hae ao gīmigon ziry, lī hen ao va se paktot issi mirre se bona emagon iā mirre, (I do not have much to say, so I will be quick. Your life is over as you know it, those of you on the right are all the rich that have a trade)" she said as she pointed to the right-hand side of the courtyard.

"Kesā bodmagho aōha mirre naejot lī īlon jaelagon se lo gaomā daor, morghūljilā (You will teach your trade to those you previously enslaved and if you do not, you will die)" she said as she moved her hand to her dragon while smiling.

One of the men on the right side gained enough courage to stand up and walk forward, the unsullied immediately sprung into formation but were halted with a gesture from Rhaenys "Skoros nūmāzma lī va se geptot, skoros iksis pōja vējes? (What about those on the left, what is their fate?) he asked as his voice slightly trembled.

Rhaenys smiled at the man "Skoros iksis pōja vējes? keskydoso vējes hen iā buzdari qilōni iksis unable naejot gaomagon mirros (What is their fate? The same fate of a slave who is unable to do anything)

"Dracarys" she whispered and Vhagar turned his head to the left side of the courtyard where the Good Masters and those who profited from slavery were gathered. He unleashed a torrent of flames bathing the section in an inferno, their screams echoed throughout the courtyard.

Rhaenys turned around "Mazverdagon sure gaomis daor jurnegon qrīdrughagon (Make sure they do not look away)" she said to one of the unsullied.

"Mazverdagon zirȳ iōragon syt iā tubis se bantis (Make them stand for a day and night)"

"Lo jaelzi havor sȳrī kessa tatagon aderī (If they ask for food, tell them the only food they'll have is that which is in front of them)" The unsullied nodded his head and went to relay her commands.

Rhaenys walked up the steps and sat in the chair that Asha had previously sat upon, Asha and Sansa approached her and while Asha looked unaffected, Sansa had a sour look on her face "Was it necessary to kill so many people" she said.

Rhaenys looked at Sansa and then sighed "Sansa, every single one of those people will be dead before year's end" she explained.

Sansa and Asha expressed surprise at the sentiment, while Asha didn't speak Valyrian she understood that they were being separated for a reason, Sansa spoke it a bit and understood most of what Rhaenys had said "But you said they would live if they followed your commands" Sansa said passionately.

Rhaenys however was unmoved by her words "As long as there are those who remember what was, there will be those that cannot accept what can be" She explained.

"Our world has long since lost the Gallant Knights and Legendary Heroes, all that is left are people like them and those underneath their boots" she continued.

"The slaves outnumber the masters by 10:1, once they have passed on their skills we no longer need them. They will simply be relics of an era that has passed" Rhaenys finished.

Sansa didn't know what to say to her words, she knew in her heart that this was wrong and that there must be a better way but she didn't know what that way was. So in the end she kept silent and watched as the Good Masters burned while their friends and sometimes family were forced to watch "You are kind Sansa, but do not feel guilty for them, they have inflicted more pain on their slaves than we do now" Rhaenys said trying to reassure the girl.

Sansa quietly nodded her head hoping that things wouldn't get much worse after this.

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(Skyreach)

With a gasp he woke up once again from the deep slumber he'd fallen into, his eyes felt heavy and had he not been in a large amount of pain he would've fallen unconscious once more. He was still having trouble remembering where he was and who he was, what he did remember was the two girls who visited him often, and while they mostly joked around at his expense they still took care of him and gave him milk of the poppy when he looked to be in too much pain.

He finally managed to open his heavy eyelids and was assaulted by the blazing light of the afternoon sun, for a while he doubted his vision would even return to normal but eventually, it did and he saw he was in a lavishly decorated room. His body felt pained and stiff but he was slowly able to move the blanket that covered himself, except for the bandages he was completely naked as he saw his member standing tall.

He tried to get up but saw he was blocked in, when he turned he saw a girl lying down next to him naked. He shifted back startled but he quickly hit something else, he turned once more and saw that another girl was on his other side.

He wasn't sure who he was, didn't know where he was and how he was trapped in bed with two naked women 'Like I'm living Theons dream' he thought to himself.

He then scrunched his eyebrows and frowned 'Who's Theon?' He thought to himself.

"Am I Theon?" He said aloud, but then quickly dismissed it.

"Oh you're awake," one of the girls said with a yawn as she pushed herself up on her elbows. He looked at the woman on his left side, she was tall and had large beasts that spilt over the bed, and her yellow hair was long and wispy.

"Who are you? How did I get here" he asked quickly, his mind was still hazy he felt like his memories were within reach but he couldn't grasp them.

"I am Jeyne Fowler, and as for you I'm not sure when a couple of corpse collectors came through we came to see if anyone interesting had been delivered, you turned out to still be alive" she explained with a smirk as she got upon her knees. She crawled over to him pressing her body against him "And so I paid for you and made sure to heal you up, and you have not disappointed" she said in a sultry tone as she grasped his manhood.

"Ooooh sister you are naughty, trying to hog him to yourself" The other woman said as she had woken up. He turned around and saw a woman completely identical to the one who pressed herself against him.

"Jennelyn I couldn't help myself, look how handsome he is when he's confused," She said with a smirk. Jennelyn giggled and quickly pressed herself against him, as his body was still weak he found himself pushed down with both women on him.

'WHAT IS GOING ON!'

(AN: Okay that's a chapter done, sorry came out so late but my friend wouldn't shut up. Anyway stuff is kicking off, Imma start working on Power is Everything tomorrow so I may release it tomorrow or the day after as those chapters are monsters, hope you enjoyed the chapter)

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