Game of Thrones: The Legend of Jon Arctic - ASOIAF/GOT [Book - 1]

Chapter 177 - Valyria 03.

[Chapter Size: 3100 Words.]

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Thrid Person POV

Essos, 296 AC.

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The group could finally breathe as they began moving stones and wooden beams from the fallen parts of the castle.

"Help me here," Jon said, grabbing a log as he started to carry it toward the door to close it.

"That was dangerous... So those things are known as greyscale..." Arya commented as she approached Daenerys. "Are you alright?" she asked the Targaryen.

"I'm... just a bit sore in the hip, but that was awful... this place is more dangerous than I thought..." she murmured, trying to stand up after Jon's grip, as he wanted to make sure she wouldn't fall.

Jon passed by them along with his guards, carrying a baker's pillar to the door while grabbing scattered stones and filling the entrance until it was sealed, as they had to prevent those things from entering again.

"Looks like we're done here, we can move on now," Jon said as he turned to scan the area attentively. The atmosphere inside was also heavy, mainly due to the bones scattered around. This was one of the few places still standing, what was left of Valyria when everything had turned to ruins, a civilization destroyed by its own glory.

"At least there's no more of that gas here," Arya commented, while only the royal guards were looking at the bones still wearing clothes tattered by time.

"They suffocated... despite trying to protect themselves here..." Jon commented as he saw them handling the bones. He turned forward to continue. "Let's move on," he said, his voice echoing through the silent place.

Everyone nodded as they began to follow Jon, entering one of the castle's doors as if he already knew the place.

They advanced cautiously, unsure of what they might encounter there, walking through corridors filled with draconic representations on the marble walls. Although they were not affected by the lava, they were now worn down by time and the heat that pervaded the entire place, almost melting and leaving twisted patterns on the surfaces.

"Are we heading to the vault, Jon?" Daenerys asked, trying to keep her voice steady, but clearly shaken by what they had just faced.

"Yes... I know the way, and we are getting close. The next room is the audience chamber..." Jon said, and moments later, they entered the space.

The room was dimly lit with a huge hole in the ceiling, large stones fallen in the middle of the space, which was also vast... more skeletons left with tattered clothes scattered around.

"They were slaves and nobles..." Arya commented, looking at the skeletons.

"Yes... but none of them seemed to belong to the family of this castle..." Jon added. "So they must have taken shelter inside the vault, if I'm not mistaken."

"My king!" a royal guard called his attention as Jon followed him to where he was now looking at a body.

Jon approached, finding many dead men-at-arms in the area, their swords either corroded along with the armor or completely useless.

But what Jon saw the royal guard pick up was a sword with a gleam that hadn't been affected by time at all, shining just as brightly as his katanas.

"Valyrian steel..." Arya said with admiration, gazing at the weapon being raised.