Lost Artefacts

Everywhere Everything All At Once

"Come on get those supplies, Captain wants a supply line into the maze, so hurry up unless you want to get burned alive!" One of the Mercenaries shouted to a group of three men as they walked down the rows of tents looting any supplies they could get their hands on. While they had their own, Mya had said it didn't make sense to use them when there was an entire camp ripe for the looting.

As the men looted the tents Joffrey remained hidden behind an overturned cart with a crossbow in his hand. The crossbow in his arms shook as he tried to push himself to stand; the sellswords had separated enough that Joffrey could take one of them out, but if he made a mistake then he'd get caught by the others and die. Joffrey steeled himself 'I won't be a coward for the rest of my life!' He thought to himself as he placed his crossbow on top of the overturned cart to steady his aim. While Joffrey wasn't much of a warrior he did enjoy using his crossbow back in King's landing —he would often use it against any pets that his siblings would get.

'Will anyone other than mother miss me?' Joffrey wondered to himself. The realisation that people hated him was tough on the young boy; to realise that he had no value other than being King. The fact it took on what he considered his enemies to show him the truth nagged him even more.

Joffrey lined up the shot at what he thought to be the leader of the small group of men. Closing one eye he aimed, drew in a breath, and fired.

*Thunk*

The bolt slammed straight through the man's eye socket and he fell to the ground with a large clanging sound from his armour. Joffrey immediately took off running between two tents before any of the other men came out, he'd need to reload another bolt and find another position. He planned on killing all of them apart from the last one which he'd only wound, then he could get some information about the location of his companions.

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"I believe I can answer that question Daemon."

Jon turned around to see an old man with long white hair and one red eye, the other was just an empty socket with black pulsing veins surrounding it. His skin was dry and wrinkled and his hair thin and waxy, he wore clothing similar to what he had seen when he had visited Castle Black though they were tattered and the colour had faded slightly. "Who are you, and how do you know me," Jon asked with a suspicious gaze. He started to formulate theories in his mind about his current situation 'This must be a mirage or illusion of some kind, but it seems too real, did I ingest some type of poison or tincture from the man's bloodstream?'

He was standing in the line of sight of Brienne and Daenerys and yet they hadn't acknowledged him at all, but this man that Jon had never met before could see him. "I can imagine now you're thinking of different logical explanations for your current situation, to save you time I can tell you that there are none," The stranger said to him.

"Who are you!" Jon said a little more forcefully as he prepared for physical confrontation.

"You may call me Blood Raven, as for how I know you Daemon, I've watched you from the moment you were born, though I must admit even with my glimpses into the future I didn't expect you to be here," Blood Raven explained.

Jon furrowed his brow "Blood Raven? The bastard son of Aegon IV?"

"The very same, though I admit it has been quite a while since I've been referred to as that man's son," He said as he started to approach Jon. The young man stepped backwards as he did still wary of his intentions.

"You have nothing to worry about from me Daemon, I am here to offer you my help if you will take it," Blood Raven said.

"You expect me to believe you are who you say you are? Bloodraven disappeared over fifty years ago and if you were he you would be over a hundred years old," Jon stated as he narrowed his eyes at the man.