ā all the fear and the fire of the end of the world ā
( multiple x fem!oc)
(mature themes!)
(doesn't really follow the HBO show
or the books, but has elements)
...
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" and I will turn you into a goddess in your own right, a deity of monsters, a myth that will scare men for all the years and their seasons "
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THE STREETS OF PENTOS bustled with life as Megara navigated her way toward the scholar quarters within the high city walls. Her steps were purposeful, eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of the ancient texts she sought. Books on Old Valyria, the Doom, and dragons—their mysteries called to her, promising knowledge and perhaps a semblance of power that thrummed within her blood.
The narrow streets gave way to the quieter, more refined avenues of the scholar's quarters. Megara weaved through the maze of bookshops and libraries, her eyes scanning the sings for anything that promised the knowledge she was seeking. Eventually, she found a small, unassuming shop with a weathered sign that read 'Tomes and Antiquities'.
Pushing the door open, Megara was greeted by the musty scent of aged parchment and ink. The shop was dimly lit, with tall shelves crammed full of books, scrolls and ancient artifacts. A bell above the door chimed softly as she stepped inside, catching the attention of the shop's proprietor—he appeared to be a Maester, retired perhaps, with a balding head and a thing, silver beard.
"Good day, young man," the Maester greeted, his voice warm but tinged with curiosity. "How may I assist you?"
Megara approached the counter, her eyes taking in the various trinkets and relics displayed under milky glass. "I'm looking for books on Valyria," she said, her voice steady. "The Doom, and dragons, specifically."
The Maester raised an eyebrow, his interest clearly piqued. "Not many come seeking such knowledge these days. Dangerous topics, those."
She nodded, undeterred. "I need to know everything. History, lore, anything about the disappearance of the dragons. Those that might still live there perhaps?"
The Maester laughed at that, assuring her that dragons, if not for the self-proclaimed Queen in the East, were long since gone. Though doubt clouded Megara's mind as she took in the Maester's words—or mayhap it was merely hope guiding her to believe in what she had seen in her dreams. A fool's hope, most likely.
