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[Third-person POV]
In Meereen...
Lancel stood atop the pyramid, training as he did every morning to maintain his combat readiness.
"My King, may I speak about the visions I've had these days?" Mirri approached the terrace, speaking in a tone low enough that only Lancel could hear, not the servants around.
"Leave us. Now, tell me about these visions." Lancel sheathed his sword and dismissed the servants, leaving him alone with Mirri.
"My King, I saw a dark shadow looming over you, followed by a light that freed you from this shadow, but at a great cost in the end." Mirri looked into his eyes with pity.
"What is the cost?" Lancel asked, intrigued.
"I don't know why you suffer so much after being freed. But then I heard a voice telling me I had to warn you... and also that you should seek the things on this list, which you would need when you awaken." Mirri handed him a scroll with strange items written on it.
"I don't understand these words..." Lancel said, puzzled after reading the note. "Tell me what they mean."
"I don't know, my King. The voice only told me to give you this paper with these symbols on it," Mirri said before leaving when Lancel asked to be alone.
'System, translate these symbols.'
<<The system is unable to translate all the symbols.>>
'Tell me the parts that can be translated.'
<<(Ulthos...), (Sothoryos...), (Essos, Sea of Sighs...), (Westeros, Winterfell - Last Hearth...)>>
'What is this about? According to Mirri's vision, do I have to find something in these places?'
<<The system can confirm the Maegi did not lie, but cannot ensure if what she saw in the vision was a lie.>>
'Shadow and Light, a quest with more questions than answers, and a price I'll regret paying in the end... How annoying,' Lancel thought, feeling a slight headache.
"What's wrong?" Daenerys approached him, noticing how pale he had become upon hearing her voice.
"The price..." Lancel said softly, with pain in his eyes, unable to believe the dangerous thought he had, as it felt like an unchangeable future.
Beyond the Wall...
In the cave, an old man was coughing while intently watching through a raven that had fulfilled its task, preventing his successor from straying too far from his protection and falling into evil like the one he had chosen before dying.
"You are weaker; you might not last long enough to pass your knowledge to your successor," Leaf said and asked, "Why did you give the knowledge to others who cannot help us in our struggle?"
"I felt he is a variable; I cannot see his future or his past, it's hidden by the same power I possess, but more focused on concealing his destiny," the old man replied in short, breathless sentences, his voice betraying his fatigue.
"You're talking about that young man; then he survived in Thenn," Leaf said with a sigh, not believing anyone could survive an ambush by the Others.
"Yes... he did... I hope I wasn't wrong this time..." the old man said, closing his only eye.
'He used much of his vitality to send his voice to someone who doesn't use their gems; you better make the most of your only chance, young one,' Leaf thought as she let the old man rest.
A few days after these events...
"Come on, Stark! Let's go, we have state matters to discuss," Robert shouted from his horse.
"Of course. Please, come in, Your Grace," Eddard said, gesturing toward the castle's hall.
"No, no, no. The camp has ears. Besides, I want to ride a bit through your lands," Robert said as he led his horse out of the castle. Eddard mounted his horse and followed Robert.
After half an hour of riding, they reached a place with strangely shaped rocks and green grass around them; the snow did not touch the circle formed by the rocks.
"The Barrows of the First Men," Eddard pointed to some low, elongated mounds scattered here and there.
"Are we in a cemetery?" Robert asked, frowning.
"There are barrows all over the North, Your Grace. This land is old," Eddard replied.
"And cold. Well, I didn't bring you here to talk about graves. A rider arrived last night; he was sent by Lord Varys from King's Landing. Look," Robert pulled a paper from his belt and handed it to Eddard.
Eddard unrolled the paper nervously, thinking of Lysa and her terrifying accusation, but the message had nothing to do with Lady Arryn.
"What is the source of this information?" Eddard asked, concern evident in his voice.
"Do you remember Ser Jorah Mormont?" Robert asked, knowing the answer.
"I wish I could forget him," Eddard replied harshly.
"Ser Jorah is in Meereen and would do anything for a royal pardon that would allow him to return from exile. Lord Varys makes full use of that situation," Robert said without a hint of fear in his voice.
"So the slaver is now a spy. I'd prefer he were a corpse," Eddard said with disgust.
"According to Varys, spies are much more useful than corpses. Leaving aside Jorah, what do you think of this report?" Robert asked, doubting the report's credibility.
"Daenerys Targaryen has married a self-proclaimed king in Meereen, so what? Should we send her a wedding gift?" Eddard asked sarcastically.
"Maybe, a knife. Very sharp, and a brave man to wield it," Robert said, his voice filled with hatred.
"We don't need to worry about someone across the sea," Eddard said, and Robert urged him to read the rest of the note.
"Dragons...? Did you believe it, Your Grace?" Eddard asked incredulously.
"Of course not, they're extinct, just as the last two Targaryens soon will be," Robert replied, his tone irritated.
"She's just a girl, Your Grace. You're not Tywin Lannister; you don't kill innocent people," Eddard said, uncertain of his own words.
"And how long will she remain innocent? That 'girl' won't be long before she spreads her legs and starts birthing dragon spawn to hunt me down. Besides, her brother is at Starfall, and according to Varys, he has a son," Robert said angrily.
"Even so, murdering children would be vile... it would be abominable..." Eddard said with a lamentable voice.
"Abominable? What Aerys did to your brother Brandon was abominable. The way your father died was abominable. And Rhaegar... how many times do you think he raped your sister? Hundreds of times? I'll kill every Targaryen I come across until they are as extinct as their dragons, and then I'll piss on their graves," Robert roared with anger, pointing a finger at Eddard's face, who looked at him, unable to believe the extent of his friend's rage.
"It will be a tough battle for the royal army in Dornish lands," Eddard said grimly, recalling the secret he kept, a secret known to only a few.
"If I were a few pounds lighter, I would personally end the last dragons," Robert said, turning and heading back to Winterfell. Eddard followed him with a sad look, knowing he shouldn't contradict the king when he was overcome with anger. If the years hadn't tempered his thirst for vengeance, no words could.
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Games Of Thrones: The Lost Hero
Fantasya reincarnated young man with a system that allows him to develop his abilities, with the condition of fulfilling missions from which he will be able to choose three options or he will have a punishment if he does not comply with the chosen option. ...
