Chapter 26: S2-E2: The Calm Before War 1/2

Chapter Twenty-Five: The Calm Before War

Forward: Editing and proof-reading credit for Rainsfere.

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Hadrian - Riverlands – Midnight

The young man groaned as he shifted on the bedroll he laid on, body aching still though no longer covered in damp clothing anymore, having been changed into some oversized commoner clothes. He'd quickly realize it was night as he'd gaze up at the starry sky between the gaps of the looming tree branches. Nearby, he'd hear the crackle of a burning campfire and the scrapping of metal on wood, making him glance off to the right.

He'd see the Northerner, Marcus, sitting back against the side of his wagon while he carved away at a piece of weirwood, the shape of the carving seeming to be a man. Resting besides Marcus was Garm, the big half-wolf gnawing on a bone. The Northerner glanced up from his work to look at Hadrian as he'd shift to sit up and stretch his sore body.

"Doing alright lad? When I tried to wake you up I feared you passed on." The man remarked with a chuckle.

"Ugh…guess I was that exhausted." Hadrian muttered as he'd look around the rest of the camp. He'd see his clothes hanged up on a simple rank to dry off by the campfire, which also had a split with a large skinned rabbit cooking on it. "Where are we exactly?"

"About halfway to Raventree Hall. We'll get there by mid-day tomorrow if the roads are clear and weather in our favor." He'd carve at the piece of wood a bit more. "You didn't tell me where you ran from earlier. Judging from where I found you, you must have come from the south."

Hadrian nodded. "My group was close to High Heart, a landmark that was at the center of all the disappearances within the area."

"High Heart huh? Nothing there but weirtree stumps and superstition."

"Yes…but maybe there is something unnatural lurking there…"

Marcus paused, his gaze drifting about the dark woods surrounding them. Even Garm seemed to pause in his gnawing, ears perked up as if hearing something. "I'll admit, something has been off since we picked you up."

"How so?"

"Been around these woods for years, know them quite well. Yet today everything feels…quiet. Listen."

Hadrian paused as he quickly noted that the normal sounds of the woods seemed silent. Raventree Hall was set in a lush valley, so he knew well the sounds of the nighttime wild life. Yet everything seemed muted, no animals making their cries or shifting about in the distance…just silence.

"It's odd."

"The forest is scared." Marcus muttered. "Only a few times this has happened in my experience. Means something big and dangerous is about."

"You seem to know a lot about survival and wildlife."

"Sort of expected if you plan to live in the North." Marcus chuckled. "Yet I guess you can say I've taken the time to master the skill. Had to support ma until her passing…hunting and guiding for supplies and coppers."

"No father?"

Marcus shook his head, a bitter look hinting his eyes. "Disappeared when I was only a few years young. Nothing more to say about him."

"Ah…I'm…sorry to bring it up."

"No worries lad. It's the past after all." Setting the carving down, Marcus moved to check on the cooking rabbit. He'd nod his head before carefully taking it off the split and onto a wooden plate set aside before he began to strip away the meat with another knife on hand.

"You mentioned last time you fought in the Rebellion."

"Aye. Ma had passed by then and when the call of war came…well I was just a one year away from becoming eighteen. Like many young men I was eager for the glory of battle and was quick to obey the call to war."

"What Lord did you serve?"

There be a small pause as Marcus finished carving up the meat, then splitting it up for both him and the boy. "House Bolton." He simply answered back after handing the plate over.

Hadrian recognized the name, mainly because of the House's long and dark history. "I heard of them. Said to be as old as the Starks and had challenged them a few times historically." He'd eat a few pieces of the meat, which while plain tasting was at least filling. "So…is it true they do the whole…umm…flaying thing?"

Marcus didn't answer as he'd move back to his spot, handing a few pieces of meat to Garm who quickly gobbled it up. "Maybe…" He muttered with a shrug, avoiding a straight answer. "Didn't join the fight for them, I did it for the North."

"So, what did you do exactly?"

"Scouting and the like. Didn't get into any major battles until the Trident."

"Father mentioned that battle a few times. He joined the Tullys when they sided with King Robert."

"I remember that battle well. Seemed like something out of an epic, the two armies across all that river and marshland. King Robert's commanding voice could he heard across the whole field. Never fought harder in my whole damn life…" He'd chuckle a bit, a faint smile on his face. "Yet so many died among all those rivers. Bet if you went up their you'd find a corpse still stuck in the riverbed or aged weapons lost in the brush."

"It was that fierce of a battle?"

Marcus nodded. "I lost count of how much dead there were. Rivers were red with all the blood that for sure." The man grimly muttered. "Don't know how many I personally killed…dozen to my crossbow…dozen others to my axe?" He'd shrug. "Bah…sorry lad, getting caught up in old thoughts."

"Its fine. I've always wanted to know more about such a battle from someone not a noble born."

Marcus had a hint of respect show at the boy's remark. "People always focus on the battle between the King and Rhaegar, never the harshness the soldiers faced." He'd eat a bit more of his plate of meat before sighing. "Just how all wars go. The Lords and rulers get all the fame, while the footmen become nothing more but a number in some Maester's tome."

Hadrian was silent on that matter, understanding that sad reality. How many families on both sides had lost fathers and sons, all because of the Mad King's cruel nature? It was a bit sickening to think about it.

"So, what did you do after the war though?"

"Eh? Not so fast lad! Not telling you my whole life story just yet, not until you share a bit about you own."

"Me?" Hadrian brushed his hair a bit, seeming shy on the matter. "Well…I'm a bastard of Tytos Blackwood and my mother Keira Parsin who was a maid at Raventree Hall. Was born three years after the Rebellion. Father…wanted to marry her but couldn't because of the backlash he'd receive since the other lordships desired alliances through marriage. At the least he let her stay at the Hall and let her side of the family move into one of the nearby towns."

"A fair outcome than most common born families." Marcus commented.

Hadrian nodded. "Mother died though when I was six. Scarlet fever, a serious case. Father had his Maester do everything he could but…"

"No need to continue on that lad. Lost my ma to sickness too, so I understand."

"After that, I had started studying up medicine and first aid. Father didn't mind and always had the Maester tutor me, though he sent me to my aunt and uncle in the nearby town. Yet…there was a grayscale outbreak. Biggest one that the region had seen in decades."

"Grayscale? Quite the rare sickness…horrible one at that."

The boy nodded. "I was lucky to have avoided it. Was put under quarantine when father was forced to close the village off. My aunt and uncle got it…knew what it'd do to them…begged me to give them a quick death instead of letting them be carted off to be Stone Men."

"Mercy killing…I'd ask the same."

"Was just thirteen when that happened. In the end the village was purged, either killed off or sent for Essos to fully turn. Again…I was lucky."

"Unfair to lose family like that."

"Father tried to care for me yet…I avoided it. I felt guilty that I survived…and just ran off one night because of it."

"What did you do?"

"I just packed my bags and rode off. Was young after all, confused and emotional…well…maybe still emotional." He'd jest about himself. "Rode all the way to the Ruby Fork, was conflicted on what to do before finding someone down in the muck. An old man in some red robes."

"Red robes?"

"Claimed he was an alchemist from the Guild in King's Landing. Sort of left to do his own research around Westeros yet had a run in with criminals which he just escaped yet was injured."

"What exactly happened?"

"Just…helped him up and got back to his camp close by. Spent all night just treating his injuries, though he guided me most of the way." There was an odd look in Marcus's eyes as the boy talked about the man, making the Hadrian pause for a moment. "Umm…something wrong?"

"Oh? Ummm nothing. Just…what was the man's name."

"Uh, he never told me really." The boy chuckled. "He was secretive about it so just had me call him Red Cap…you know because he wore one. Anyway, I stayed with him for a while to help him recover, was taught to cook up strange potions that healed him so quickly. Half a week later and he was fit once more."

"Must have been grateful."

"Heh, he was quite grouchy at times. He'd never out right praise me, always pointing out at how I could have done better on one step or another. Still, he claimed I had quite the talent for someone so young and offered to further my knowledge, even teach me alchemy."

"Quite the unique offer considering. What about your father, surely he was looking for you."

"He was…but I did send a message, told him I was safe and what I was doing. Kept writing over the course of a year as I studied at one of the alchemist's labs hidden away in the Tumblestone mountains." He'd give a small smile, seeming to have fond memories. "He was a tough teacher, but I knew he cared about me mastering what I learned and ensuring I did things right."

"How long you stay?"

"About a year. I…left for personal reasons…disagreements on my mentor's ideals."

"What kind of ideals?' Hadrian was silent, glancing up to look at Marcus with a quite serious look. The man knew it was a touchy matter, so he'd give a sigh and nod. "Guess it's my turn to apologize for prodding too much.

Hadrian's expression softened at the kind words. "Its fine. Seems we both have things about our past that are too important to share."

"Heh, true enough."

Hadrian glanced at the figurine that Marcus was still holding. "So, who is that for?"

The man glanced at the wood carving, having nearly forgotten about it. "Ah, my daughter. She just turned six today, so it's one of many presents I have for her and my wife. The two manage the inn whenever I'm off resupplying."

"Sounds like you've settled down well after all your hardship."

A small yet warm smile crossed Marcus's face. "Aye…wouldn't trade it for all the gold in the world."

Suddenly, Garm tensed up beside Marcus before a freakish snarling sound echoed out through the woods. The half-wolf barked and snarled back, yet Hadrian could tell the beast was on edge. "What in the Seven was that!?"

"Trouble." Marcus muttered as he'd reach back to take out a crossbow he had hidden behind him. Hadrian had seen crossbows before, though the innkeeper's weapon was unlike any he had seen. For one it was quite larger in size with the metal and wooden arms being of a recurved design. There was a pull latch at the very end, an odd design that the boy remembered seeing in a few Maester drawings in one book. "I was right. Something been following us."

"Following us?" Again, there was snarling which seemingly a mix of human and beast from what the boy could tell.

"Be calm boy." Marcus warned as he'd slowly stand up, keeping his back against his wagon to protect his flank. "When you see anything move…you rush for the wagon and get under it. Understood."

The man's calm orders made Hadrian nod, trusting the experienced hunter. Right now, the boy was tense, eyes rapidly glancing about the dark woods as the terrifying noises got closer. His heart was racing as he was ready to spring forward. Suddenly the primal sounds stopped, leaving the forest silent except for the boy's nervous breathing.

Then there was a roar as a large humanoid figure leaped out from the darkness, going right for Hadrian. The boy had only a split second to see the creature, a fleshy thing that seemed patched together with different body parts. It had a human like face with sharp crooked teeth baring out and rough clawed hands fit for tearing flesh.

The monster howled out as Marcus fired his crossbow, the powerful bolt slamming right into its chest to interrupt it's leaping attack. "GET IT GARM! HADRIAN MOVE!" The half-wolf growled out as it rushed at the stunned creature which shifted onto all fours, seemingly shrugging off the crossbow bolt deep in its chest. Garm bit down on one of the creature's arms as it swung out at the half-wolf, drawing a pained growl from the monster as it's limb was yanked about forcefully.

Hadrian snapped out of his fearful state as he'd rush for the wagon, moving into a slide to get under it. He'd watch as Marcus tugged at the latch to draw the crossbow string back and click it into place before loading a new bolt. Garm tugged the flailing creature about, using his size and hold on it's arm to keep it unbalanced along with having its side exposed for Marcus's next shot. Again, the monster roared as another bolt slammed deeply into it's fleshy, only to fight back more fiercely. There be a sickening snap of bone and rip of flesh in Garm's jaws, the canine tearing the forearm off.

"Look out!" The warning was timely for the half-wolf which tumbled aside as the creature swiped with it's working arm, fighting still even as it's started to bleed from its severed limb. Marcus cursed out as the creature set its angry gaze onto him while he hurried to load the next bolt. The monster despite the pain it felt rushed at him fast, forcing Marcus duck and sidestep at that clawing attack. Dropping his crossbow, Marcus drew out a hand axe and hunting knife, lunging in to strike fierce blows across the monster's neck and shoulder.

"Bloody freak!" He growled as the monster shrugged the strikes before giving a backhand blow to knock Marcus off his feet and onto his back. The monster pounced at him, jaws going for his throat, yet he was faster as he shoved the shaft of his axe to keep that toothy maw at bay. With his knife, he'd stab at the neck and skull even, tough bone stopped the knife from piercing into the brain. Just as the creature seemed ready to bite down at the man's throat, it was yanked back as Garm came to his master's aid, having grabbed at one of the monster's legs to pull it off Marcus.

With the creature distracted, Marcus took the chance to scramble up before noticing Hadrian was standing up, the crossbow in hand. Tossing it over to the man, he fluidly aimed at the creature's head as it snarled at him in defiance before the bolt pierced into its right eye and deep into the skull. The bolt tip even pierced the very back, showing just how lethal the weapon was. The monster at last was still, Garm letting go of the leg though he paced around the creature, growling and sniffing at it.

"By all the gods…" Marcus muttered, panting deeply as he'd reload his crossbow again, wanting it ready for any more lurking dangers or if the monster was seemingly playing dead. Moving closer, he'd kick the thing onto it's back, the fleshy creature remaining still. "What the hells is this? Looks like man and beast…"

Hadrian moved closer as the older man to get a closer look of the monster. Indeed, it looked like a man, expect the limbs were warped to take on a more animal like poise with bone and muscle bulging in painful ways. Already the thing reminded him of the hags that had attacked his group, making him shiver from the horrible memory. But when he'd look at it's face, his eyes widened, and he'd feel bile coming up his throat. Staggering away, he had one hand cover his mouth to keep himself from throwing up.

"Hadrian! What's wrong?!" Marcus had a firm hand on the boy's shoulder, who was gasping and sobbing out. "It's gruesome I know. Never seen anything like this in all my life-"

"It's face…" Hadrian muttered between breaths, gaze drifting back to the dead monster. "It has Ser Cordin's face…" He'd clench one hand tightly, teeth clenched as anger now burned inside of him. "Not only did they kill him they…use his body to make this…thing!"

Marcus was baffled at the boy's reaction before staring back at the monster he could see that the face did have a warped yet human look to it. "Never been one to believe myths or magic…but no denying there is something foul going on." Picking up his knife again, he'd kneel beside the corpse. "Either way, your father will need to see this."

"Wait you plan to…" Hadrian paused as Marcus glanced back with a somber look.

"The head will do. I…I understand if you want to look away."

The boy paused before shaking his head. "No…do it."

The man hesitated yet nodded as he'd drive his knife into the dead monster's neck, beginning to carve through flesh and bone to begin severing the head.

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Ciri - Somewhere in the Red Wastes – Dawn

Ciri stared out to the east as the low light of the sun began to rise over the distant mountains, casting a low orange light across the red sands of the wasteland. While this place was barren, the natural beauty of the landscape was unlike anything she had seen even throughout her travels between worlds. Her gaze shifted to the rest of the Dothraki camp, which was silent as the tired nomads were still asleep. Ciri's simple tent was set farther away from the rest if the Dothraki, though remained close to Dany's and Jorah's.

After dealing with the last member of the raiding party, she had returned to Daenerys' group who were obviously quite shocked over what happened. Not only had she defeated a Bloodrider in a duel but had seemingly teleported in flashes of light. The Dothraki were on edge after what they had seen, being between a mix amazement and nervous fear. Despite this, Daenerys and Jorah had remained quite calm after what they had witnessed, with the Khaleesi inviting her to stay with her group still.

During the long ride, she had taken the time to question both Jorah and Daenerys about the world she was in. Jorah, while a simple man, knew much about both his home country of Westeros and the exotic lands of Essos. Her interest was mainly with Westeros, mainly Jorah's tales of the North and the harsh icy wasteland that lied beyond The Wall. With a bit of questioning he shared a bit about the myths of the land, mainly that of the Long Night and the mysterious White Walkers. While it was just guess, she had a feeling the creature she fought was one of them, maybe even their leader considering it's 'royal' appearance. Beyond that, she wasn't certain if the horned Walker was the source of the Frost or just an unknown aspect. Whatever the case, she had underestimated it and now had lost the element of surprise. She doubted she'd face the creature with its guard down, though she was unsure if killing it would even solve anything.

"More questions than answers." She'd muttered to herself before shifting to stand up, the sun now peeking up from behind the mountains. "Wish I had someone from home to help…figure out some meaning to all of this." However, she'd stop speaking to herself when she heard footsteps nearing her, making her glance back to see it was one of Dany's Bloodriders, Rakharo who had kept a close watch on her.

"Lady of Ash…Ciri..." He muttered, tone firm yet respectful manner. "The Khaleesi wishes for your company to discuss the next course of action."

"An odd title to give me. Is that what the rest of the Dothraki are calling me?" She asked curiously as she'd follow the tribal warrior towards Daenerys tent.

Rakharo nodded. "Its because of your hair and the way you…disappear. Like a cloud of ash flowing around you."

She had to admit that was a fitting description of how her teleporting powers appeared to other. It wasn't like other magic like the short distance teleporting or portals other magic users cast back home, so it made sense for her own abilities to look unique. She just hoped the use of her powers didn't scare the Dothraki too much, since she'd rather not turn their superstition into outright fear.

"Are your people that nervous about me?" She calmly asked, her gaze looking into the young warrior's eyes, wanting a truthful response.

The Bloodrider was silent for a long moment, yet he'd nod. "Your abilities are…strange yet powerful."

"But do you trust me despite them?"

"For now, yes. If the Khaleesi trusts you then I will as well." However, his gaze became stern before he continued to speak. "However if you betray or try to harm her, I swear by the Great Stallion we'll hunt you to the ends of the earth."

It was a blunt warning, one that Ciri deeply understood. She had met loyal individuals in the past, the Dothraki's look of conviction showing how deeply he supported Daenerys. The Dothraki no doubt knew the chances of beating her were nearly impossible, but that sense of duty and fearlessness earned her a new sense of respect towards him.

"Then I'm glad the Khaleesi has someone like you guarding her if he is willing to go that far."

The compliment seemed to catch the Dothraki by surprise which quickly to hide away. His stern gaze did relax though as Ciri's simple response meant a lot to him. The two soon reached Daenerys' tent, finding her and Jorah sitting down with a square piece of wood laid down between them to be a 'table' for some food and a medium sized map that detailed the Essos continent. Jorah has shown her the map before during the ride, giving her the basic run down on their current position in the Red Wastes. Standing close by were the other two Bloodriders who were standing guard by their Khaleesi while Rakharo remained by the tent flap leading out.

"Ciri, I take your rested well?" Daenerys greeted, giving a soft smile as the ashen haired woman moved to sit across from her.

"I'm used to camping and while the warm climate is different, it's more welcoming then the colder conditions I've endured recently." Her gaze drifted over the map, seeing a red stone which guessed was their current position. "So, I take your debating on our next course of action?"

"Indeed. After yesterday's encounter with the raiders, we know that heading northward is too risky since the Khals are actively looking for us. That leaves us only the south for us to travel…which leaves us few choices." He'd glance over the map, one finger pointing to a city marked to the southwest corner of the map, set on a peninsula that made up a strait to the uncharted Jade Sea. "The closest known city is Qarth, one of the wealthiest trade cities in the known world and self-proclaimed birthplace of all western civilization."

"'The greatest city that ever was or will be', I remember how Drogo talked about it with his fellow Khals. Many desired to raid it, though he knew better considering the city's history of repelling attacks." Daenerys commented. "The main problem is getting there. We have hundreds of miles of wasteland and plains to cross, which even with our extra supplies will be difficult."

Jorah had a grim look hint his face as he nodded. "Even with the extra water, we are still short on food. Our Bloodriders and gatherers can ease that, but it will slow us down." Pausing, he'd glance a bit away from the map. "We'll most likely take some losses if we press on southward."

"How many?" Dany asked calmly.

"A third of our numbers…mainly the children, elderly and weak." Jorah answered after a tense pause.

Ciri felt a sinking feeling over this fact and she had to agree. While the Dothraki were better suited for traveling in harsh conditions, she knew the simpler members had their limits. Looking at Daenerys, she could see a hard look in the young woman's eyes.

"So, what are you suggesting?"

Jorah didn't answer at first yet looking to the Bloodriders, it hinted that he had privately discussed the topic with them. Ciri knew the three warriors better understood traveling and surviving in this harsh region. "We may have to abandon some people such as the elderly, badly injured and sick, a fourth of our group."

Ciri could see how Daenerys gripped the worn skirt of her tribal garb, a hint of her frustration after hearing such advice from Jorah. "That is not a choice I am willing to make." She answered back in a tense if calm manner.

"Then more will die in the end Khaleesi. I don't like this plan any more then you do, but our focus is your survival and the majority of the Khalasar. Unless you have another way to ensure their protection, then these are our choices."

At that point Ciri spoke up. "Perhaps there is a way." Her remark drew curious looks from both Daenerys and Jorah. "The Thirteen of Qarth could get the supplies and mounts needed to get your people across the Red Wastes. All we'd need is a messenger to reach the city and plead for aid. If the Targaryen name has any power to it, they will surely understand the value of helping you." She'd pause, before looking right at Daenerys. "Surely, they won't decline with you baring three dragons, the first in centuries."

The doubtful look on Jorah's face faded slightly seeming to find the logic behind Ciri's words. He didn't speak up though as he'd glance to Daenerys, since he knew she had the final say in this matter.

"I agree. From what I know of these Thirteen, they will not be able to resist the curiosity of seeing my 'children'." However, Dany looked to the map once more. "But to send a messenger so far would have risks along with plenty of uncertainties. If anything went wrong, all my people could die."

"You forget who you are talking to." Ciri said with a small grin.

"That is kind of you to offer Ciri, though I feel you shouldn't be to hasty." Jorah quickly remarked. "No one here can doubt your abilities are impressive, however we don't fully understand them. Perhaps now would be an appropriate time to explain them and what your limitations are."

Ciri could understand Jorah's reasoning, though even she was unsure of what her powers were capable. It had taken years just to fully control her teleporting and phasing technique, a simple use of her untapped power. She remembered the moment Vesemir had been killed before her eyes and how she had just…snapped. The memory had become clearer over time, how she gave an ethereal scream that had nearly wiped out the whole Wild Hunt, nearly destroyed Kaer Morhen even.

"Its complicated. The issue is I don't know the limits of what I am capable of." Ciri admitted. "What I did yesterday was the simplest show of my abilities, little more then reflex that took years to master. Things like the attack I unleashed on the three riders and the chasing the last raider requires more focus which has become easy enough for me to use."

"So, what about…that portal that you came out of?" Jorah questioned.

"That was more of an instinctive move, a flight or fight reaction. It's happened in the past and I often have little control over it. At times it has even put me in dire situations, almost like what would've happened if you hadn't found me."

"Sounds like a curse considering." Dany muttered.

"It's controllable…well…in theory from what I've been told. I can travel hundreds if not thousands of miles so long as I know the destination I'm going for or have detailed coordinates." She excluded how arcane aid such as scrying or Avallac'h helping to direct her power. It was hard to enough to simplify how her Elder Blood worked, which she in turn barely understood.

"So, while sending you to Qarth would be a quick approach, there are possible risks." Jorah paused in though, brushing one hand over his scruffy chin. "For one, you could easily get lost if your…well…teleporting can be inaccurate, even more since you are still recovering. Also, there is the fact that you don't fully understand the customs and history of Essos as well. If you went representing the Khaleesi and a mishap happened, it could easily cause trouble for us. Even one of the Bloodriders are more versed in dealing with the Free Cities then you are currently."

Ciri felt a bit annoyed, though Jorah did have a point. While she wanted nothing more then to get Dany and her people to Qarth, rushing could easily cause more trouble for everyone. She'd think for a long moment, staring at the map closely. "Surely there must be someplace we can have the group encamp down. From what I understand, the Red Wastes have more of a grassland in the southern half. There must be someplace safe and fertile enough for the Khalasar to settle for a time before we send a messenger to Qarth."

Jorah was silent, seeming to have no answers, while Daenerys had her gaze locked with the map while her hands gripped tightly together in frustration. However, someone did spoke up though it was from the Bloodriders, the individual being Rakharo.

"Khaleesi. There may be one place we can seek refuge farther south." The Bloodrider calmly stated, drawing everyone's attention to him. "The veteran riders spoke of a ruined city in the southern plains, a place they visited whenever they scouted the farmlands of Qarth before they strengthened their watch."

"Any known history about these ruins?" Dany questioned.

"Could have been a possible city-state Qarth tried to establish to gain an inland trade route. It no doubt was abandoned because of lacking resources and the Dothraki threatening to raid it." Jorah commented. "It is no doubt centuries old and reclaimed by nature."

"Ruin or not, this could be the answer to our problems." Ciri quickly added. "Even if the city has fallen into ruin there will be no doubt strong foundations remaining for shelter, sources of water and natural food. Maybe we'll even have a bit of a road leading the rest of the way to Qarth."

"That is all possible. We shouldn't be so quick for such a hopeful outcome." Jorah looked to Daenerys, the young woman having a pondering look.

"Are you certain you know where this ruined city is?" She questioned her loyal Bloodrider.

Rakharo's gaze was unfaltering as he'd nodded. "On my honor and life Khaleesi. I will not lie though that it will be a hard trek for the others and our supplies will be put to the limit. We will endure for sure."

Daenerys stared at him for a long moment, a soft thankful smile crossing her lips. "Then I put my faith in you…in all of you." Her gaze looked about the tent, genuine respect to close advisors and protectors showing in her eyes. "I wish everyone except Ciri to have the Khalasar prepare to leave. It is best we leave early in the day while the sun is low."

"As you wish Khaleesi." Jorah bowed his head before standing up to leave, while the three Bloodriders followed, though seeming hesitant leaving their queen alone. Still, they obeyed her order as they too left the tent.

Now alone, Daenerys gave a tired sigh before standing up, moving to the back of the tent where three large wicker cages were set. When she neared them Ciri could hear the familiar murmuring and soft shriek sounds of the dragons, no doubt being woken up by their 'mother'. "Only a few days old and they can already move about so quickly." She chuckled as he let the three dragons crawl up onto her shoulders or be carried in her arms before she returned to where Ciri sat. "Mother of Dragons. A fitting title my people have already begun to call me."

"Indeed. It is a miracle really." Ciri commented as she'd shift closer, still amazed and curious of the small draconids.

She had studied much about dragons and sub-species that were related to them while training at Kaer Morhen, though they were obviously different from the ones from her own world. The biggest difference was that these dragons were only four limbed with their wings on the forearms, unlike her world's dragons which had their wings at their backs or shoulders.

"You're allowed to touch them. Just be careful of Drogon, he can be snappy towards others." Dany warned, glancing at the larger black scaled dragon that was on her shoulder."

Ciri moved one hand out, Drogon sniffing it curiously as he gave a murmuring growl. Soon though her fingers brushed along his smooth scales and the sharper spines that lined along his back. She could feel an odd tingling in her nerves the longer she touched the dragon, who seemed to nuzzle against her very fondly. Dragons were magically innate creatures, being powerful Sources as well, making it logical for the growing energy she felt flowing though. Perhaps in turn her Elder Power shared the same sensation to Drogon which would explain his positive reaction.

"Heh, either he's in a good mood or you have quite the natural affinity." Daenerys giggled as Drogon suddenly shifted to crawl onto ciri's shoulder, leaning in to give what was best described as an affectionate hiss. "I'll admit, I know little about dragons besides the tales others have told me. Some I'm unsure what is fact or myth."

Judging by the look the young Targaryen was giving, Ciri had an idea of what she was hinting at. "And you think I'd be best to educate you? I would be happy to share what I know but…you know they aren't the same."

"I know, but even some knowledge even from a differing world may decide if my children will survive or not." Gently he stroked the other two dragons, the creatures resting peacefully against her. "They haven't eaten much. They ate raw meat for a while, only now they nibble what is offered. At this rate they may even starve…"

Ciri now understood why Dany was seeking her aid on this matter. Already she'd think back over her studies about dragon growth cycles and habits. "Have you tried cooked meat?"

"Cooked?"

"Dragons, even young ones don't digest meat like other predators. Their bodies can properly break down cooked meat much like us, gaining more nutrition and thus grow more quickly."

The detailed explanation had Daenerys blink in surprise before chuckling, shaking her head. "Heh…how could I be so foolish. It makes perfect sense for creatures of fire to do so." Glancing about, she'd gesture to one of the packs before holding her arms out to Drogom who returned to her.

Ciri got up to hurry to the pack, shifting through to find dried meat wrapped up among other rations. Returning to Dany, she'd hold out the pieces which drew the three young dragons attention before all of them struggled to reach their necks out to get the first pieces. Drogon was the fastest and strongest as he'd give a warning snap to his brothers before gobbling up the biggest piece. Daenerys took a few more offered pieces to make sure all three were well fed.

"Seems they like the dried meat for now, though they'll no doubt crave fresher meals as they grow." Ciri remarked. "Beyond that, they need plenty of space and exercise, so try not to keep them too cooped up in those cages."

"Of course." For a moment Daenerys was silent as she'd set fed the last pieces of meat to her dragons before letting them crawl about around her, exploring the tent. "I know this is a bit early to discuss, but we do have prepare for your…well…cover story. I assume you don't plan to reveal your powers or share the truth about yourself to everyone of importance."

"Wouldn't be the first time I've had to deceive. Despite my honesty with your group, I can be quite the proficient actress if needed." The ashen haired woman's tone having a mischievous side to it. "When you found me, everyone mistook me for a Valyrian. Perhaps we can use that to our advantage when we arrive at Qarth."

"I think I already have an idea of what you have in mind." Dany stood up and would round up her dragons, the creatures following or letting the young woman pick them up to be put back inside the wicker cages. "Who is to say that my father had a secret daughter with noblewoman or servant, someone who was secreted away suddenly. Considering the many rumors, such a tale would seem tame."

"So…I play the part of a bastard daughter of your late father, Aerys Targaryen. Raised in the erotic and harsh lands of Essos, a skilled sellsword who has revealed herself in her younger sister's time of need." Her words having a dramatic flare to it. "I'm sure I'll create a deeper history to my 'story' as I learn more about Essos and your family history."

"I'll do my best to teach you as much about my family's history, while Jorah does his part in sharing more about Essos. By the time we reach Qarth you'll be quite convincing to the Thirteen."

Nodding, Ciri shifted for the flap out of the tent, feeling there was nothing else left to discuss and that she too should prepare to leave. "Hopefully. Let's focus on getting to this ruined city first before thinking that far ahead."

"Right…" Dany seemed slightly concerned being reminded that the journey ahead was going to be quite difficult. Despite Ciri being supportive on protecting the Dothraki, even she knew there was going to be loss and hardship ahead.

Leaving the tent, Ciri made her way back to her campsite though noticed a group of Dothraki men and women heading for Dany's tent. She guessed Jorah had sent them to help pack the Khaleesi's shelter and her few belongings. As they passed by, they gave short nods or bows to her, muttering with their native tongue a respectful greeting, at least from what she guessed by their calm tones. Reaching her camp, she'd work on packing away her bedroll and other supplies, though paused when she felt a strange chill go through her.

For most of her life she had been on the run. From her own father's agents, Vilgefortz cruel minions and then the Wild Hunt. Over that time, she had gotten a natural reaction of being spied on, even by magical means. Still, she glanced about on a reflex to see no one spying her, considering the barren surroundings lacked any suitable places to for someone to hide from her. Right now, she wished she had Vizimir's medallion to help sense for magical use, so for now she had only her gut instinct. After the conflict with the Wild Hunt, she planned to never run or hide from any threat again…not with the great power she wielded.

She sensed us.

Does it matter?

No. She is new to this world. Blind to its truths. She knows nothing of us

She is powerful. Raw energy. Greater than anything we have ever seen.

Her and the dragons. It is not a coincidence. They are connected.

Yes. The Red Comet. It has awakened the world at long last.

The Mother of Dragons and the Daughter of Fate

They bring the new age forward. They will be key to our rise.

We must prepare…

…

Geralt – Dragonstone – Late Morning

The Witcher's eyes snapped open as he heard echoing footsteps from the open hallway that lead into the map room. He'd realize that it was late into the morning, seeing the sun high over the sea from the stone balcony he kneeled on. Shifting up to stand, he'd stretch about as he walked back into the map room and towards the entranceway, curious to see who was coming to see him. As the footsteps neared, he'd soon see that it was Davos who was carrying a sizable tray with food on it.

"Ah you're up already." He remarked, hurrying to the stone map to set the food down. "Hope you rested well. Can't say I know anyone who'd sleep the whole night up here when it gets so chilly."

"I've meditated or slept in harsher places in the past. Besides, needed a bit of peace and quiet after the last few days." Moving over to the laid-out food, he'd quickly pick up a fresh roll bread to take a bite before taking a gulp from the mug of milk. "How are Sansa and Arya doing right now?"

"Just saw them in the dining hall. Only spoke to them for a short while, but they seemed to have rested well enough. Lady Sansa seemed anxious to begin the negotiations, though I told her such a meeting would take some to organize. Beyond that, she's taken to the library for the moment." Davos paused as he'd pick out a bit of food for himself. "As for Arya, she is already off exploring Dragonstone. Told her not to go to the cliffs or rocky shores unless she has a someone watching her. She's an agile one, but even she can make mistakes."

"Hopefully she'll listen to those warnings. Still I'll try to find her later today to make sure she's alright." Pausing in thought, Geralt continued to speak. "Realized there was one subject we didn't discuss with Stannis last night, the matter on Gendry."

"Ah…right…the blacksmith lad…" Davos tone seemed hesitant, a hint of trouble ahead. "Well we did have more serious issues to deal with last night, having Lord Stannis agree to making an alliance with the North. It easily slipped our minds."

"I have a feeling that his reactions from earlier has you worried for Gendry's safety, considering the lengths he is willing to go to take the Iron Throne."

Davos sighed and nodded. "I respect and owe Stannis much, but lately he has become more aggressive. Gendry may be a bastard; however he could be a complication to the succession to the Iron Throne or even contest it under the right circumstances. Course the boy has no desire for rulership, though after last night…I fear Stannis may take to harm to the boy."

"So, he doesn't know for now."

"Aye. He no doubt thinks Gendry is just a recruit on my ship. For now, I've gotten the boy sent to the workshop and forge, let him do his craft and blend in with the other workers. He's a quiet but seems to enjoy having some work to distract himself."

"I'll have to talk to him soon then, get an idea of how he's feeling. Though, perhaps it would be best if we take him to the North and put him under Robb's protection. I'm sure he would do so for Robert's son, bastard or not."

"Perhaps…just wish the lad didn't have to go through all of this to begin with."

"I agree, so for now we'll do our best to protect him." Giving a small sigh, Geralt finished up the last of his breakfast before speaking again. "So, about Melisandre, I think there is something more about her then simple faith and trickery."

"What do you mean exactly?"

"As in her visions may very well be real." He'd pause as he'd see the doubtful look on the old sailor's face. "I know you dislike her, but she told me things only I know…things I haven't shared to anyone."

"Like what?"

"About my daughter Ciri and the threat she is facing against. She claims to be against this looming danger except she seems to expect me ask her first for straight answer."

"Sounds more like she wants something from you."

Geralt only nodded in response to that matter. The way the Red Priestess spoke had been suggestive, so much like his many past encounters with seductive sorceresses and erotic women. There was an allure and real magic about her which he couldn't underestimate.

"Everyone is after something, though it seems to mainly be one ugly and very uncomfortable chair." His dry but sarcastic tone had Davos chuckle, lightening up the mood slightly. "Trust me, I can deal with Melisandre. I've dealt with plenty of women like her, so she won't be able to sway me like the others."

"Then I'll put my faith in your confidence then." Davos put the empty cups and plates back on the tray before he continued to speak. "Enough politics though. Dragonstone may not be a cheery place, but there is much to do see around the island."

The two left the map room to begin the long walk down through Dragonstone, giving him a clear view over the surrounding island and sea now that it was day time. He could fully understand why no one had been able to successfully siege this island, considering the natural barrier the ocean and cliffs provided along with the fortress's resilient design. Though there was the issue of supplies, since the barren island lacked food resources to endure for an extended time. That weakness had nearly killed Stannis and all his men on Storm's End, which was even more rocky then even this lone isle. Funny how it took someone like Davos to save them because of his illegal profession.

"So, I'm curious, how did you smuggle yourself and all that food onto Storm's End. Must have been a tricky getting so much moved without being noticed."

"Bit by bit really." Davos chuckled. "Used the cover of night with a few row boats with black tarps going to a hidden cove that only a few know about. Took a long time to get everything they needed, enough to hold everyone out through that siege."

The two had soon reached the main courtyard area to see Stannis men busy doing training drills, maintaining their gear or doing chores. Everyone seemed focused on their differing duties, only those who they passed by taking the time to give a short greeting to them. Geralt soon noticed Beric with his remaining men, who had their own side of the yard to themselves. The small group seemed more at ease after a peaceful night of sleep and good few meals. Beric quickly noticed the two approaching them, giving a welcoming grin as he'd walk over to greet them.

"Rested well I take Geralt?"

"Well enough. Still have a lot of work ahead of me."

"We all do. This coming war isn't going to be a quick one that's for sure." Beric muttered, a grim look in his eyes. "Just glad we have someone like you on our side. Can't imagine how events would have played out at the capital."

"No need to keep reminding me. Right now, I'd like to put that into the past and focus on what we do from here on." Geralt paused for a moment as Beric nodded in agreement. "Right now, we're guests under Lord Stannis, which can change if Robb doesn't make the right choices."

Beric nodded in agreement. "I've noticed our host's men is keeping a close eye on us. Its almost as if they think we're going to do something reckless." Though the mention did have Beric chuckle, since they had escaped from the most well-guarded city on the continent. That accomplishment alone would have even the most harden soldiers on edge around them.

"For now, just have your men well rested. It best we're prepare for any surprises be it from Stannis or anyone else."

"I'll be sure to do that along with informing you of anything odd among the other soldiers." Giving a short parting nod, Beric returned to his group to privately rely their new orders.

Geralt glanced back to Davos as the two walked away from Beric's group, moving more towards the center of the yard. "Feels wrong to me that there can be a conflict between the Starks and Stannis. The Lannisters are the real threat right now."

"I agree; however he has a stricter way of thinking compared to us. It won't be easy to find compromise with him, so we'll have to be just as direct and unyielding as him."

"Then yesterday was a good start. I just hope that approach will work." Before Davos could say anything more, the two noticed someone Barristand and Sansa approaching them from the keep.

"Ser Davos…Geralt. Having a good morning I take?" The old knight formally greeted to them both, Sansa remaining silent but giving a respectful nod towards Davos.

"Normal overall." Geralt simply answered back before looking to Sansa. "How has your stay been so far Sansa? Everything comfortable for you?"

The young woman nodded. "Dragonstone may be a gloomy place, yet the quarters in the Keep are quite pleasant along with the servants and guards being courteous to me." She'd pause though, a more concerned look in her eyes as she shifted closer to speak in a more hushed voice. "Is it true Lord Stannis threatened to war with Robb if he didn't swear to loyalty to him?"

Geralt knew that Barristan was the one who told her this news, though that was expected. Sansa needed to be more aware of the intrigue and politics around her, unlike the situation back in King's Landing where she was shut out by everyone. "To be blunt…yes. It will all come down to your brother's choice. We both know though he'll make the right one."

Sansa showed that familiar look of worry in her eyes, quickly hiding away that emotion to avoid looking weak before everyone. "He will. I'm sure of it."

"Then let's focus on what we can do here Lady Sansa." Barristan added. "Besides protecting her, I have offered my council to her to prepare her to speak with Lord Stannis and his advisors. Considering how many matters you have to attend to, tutoring her in politics can be one task left to me."

"Don't envy you teaching that. Considering how often I anger lords and kings, I'd be quite the poor teacher on proper diplomacy." Barristan and Davos chuckled at the sarcastic remark while Sansa had a small hint of amusement show in her colorful eyes. "Jokes aside, is there anything else of interest to share with us?'

"Well…Arya has left the Keep to explore the cliffs around the island. She's has Thoros watching her though, so she should be safe enough." Barristan replied. "You'll needn't worry about him drinking as well. The man seems to be been quite sober since we've left the capital, so he'll be more focused now."

It was a bit surprising that Thoros would be taking up bodyguard duty. It seemed everyone who had been present during the betrayal at the Red Keep were taking more proactive roles in protecting Eddard's daughters.

"Guess I know where I'm going next then." Geralt remarked back.

"Then I think this is where we part for now. I have a few personal matters to attend to, though I'll make sure to check up on Gendry for you. Just promise me you'll try to visit him later today or tomorrow."

The Witcher nodded in agreement before the sea captain walked back for the Keep, leaving Geralt with Barristan and Sansa. "So, do you know which part of the cliffs Arya went for? A general direction will do, I'm sure I'll be able to track them."

"Not that much space on the island really. The northern end has the most open ground, so I'm certain that's where she'll be."

"Then I best head that way." He'd give parting nod to the two. "I'll see both of you back at the Keep later tonight."

The three parted ways, with Sansa and Barristan heading back into the main Keep, while Geralt made his way through the grand gates and leave the dark stone fortress. He'd walk along the long stone path that connected the main fortress to the docks and warehouses that were set by the rocky shoreline, until finding a trail that lead off towards the surroundings cliffs. The surrounding remained quite barren as he moved further away from the fortress, until he'd soon see the vast stretch of grassy plateau. The flat high plain gave a wide view of the vast ocean, making it easy to spot even the smallest ship from countless miles.