Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 169 - Dawnbreaker.

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Third Person POV.

Winterfell.

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"My mother... she has something wrong... because she didn't mention anyone among the dead, I would believe I'd hear about her father and brother, even about my father and his dead family... why did she act as if she had never been with them after death?" Daemon asked the next moment. He would have asked Lyanna this question personally, but with Meridia's interruption, given her urgency to leave this world, he went to ask her directly.

"You are right to find that strange, because she is not with them. Not even your biological father," Meridia said.

"Would this be a punishment for what they did, in what state are their souls found?" Daemon asked.

"Yes... Even if not something direct, their actions can be said to be sins and the world is punishing their actions," she said, and Daemon raised his eyebrow.

"Is it hell for the souls of these worlds?" he asked, not knowing very well how the spiritual world of this world would work.

"No... Jon Arryn, Robert Baratheon, Hoster Tully, Aerys Targaryen, who were also behind the rebellion, and others are in hell, and I can tell you that their spirits are suffering punishments so horrible that they would come broken into this world if their spirits were summoned," Meridia said.

"But not my parents..." Daemon commented.

"Yes, your parents' actions caused the death of tens of thousands of people... Even though your mother was trying to warn everyone. They are between the realm where Elia and her children are and hell, in a lonely state where higher beings of this world have not decided what to do with them," she commented, even though those beings were below the Daedric princess there.

"And they are waiting for the outcome of the war against the dead, I presume," Daemon guessed.

"Yes... after all, you are the result of the whole rebellion, the one who was prophesied as the prince who was promised in the common tongue and Azor Ahai in other languages," she said.

"Then the fate of their spirits is in my hands... I want them to have a place with the others, after all, they are the people who generated me," Daemon spoke in a more serious tone, it was a demand.

"You will save this world, Dovahkiin. They will have a place in the higher realm after that, I guarantee," Meridia said.

"Great. You're leaving, right, what's the price for you to come to my call in this world? I don't think it's just the soul of the man from the tree I captured... Maybe a few more dragon souls?" Daemon asked.

Meridia heard this and smiled. "No, Dovahkiin. I have to pay a price to be here, but I will not charge you anything," she said.

"Sorry, I don't like anything for free, I won't owe favors to any of you, not even you, Meridia," Daemon said in a serious tone. He did not trust the princes, even those who were good. You never know what they might ask of you in the future to collect a favor.

"I know of your caution with us, I don't blame you for that. However, I truly will not ask for anything beyond saving this world," she said.

"You want me to destroy a bunch of ice necromancers and an army of zombies, what a surprise." Daemon couldn't help but mock this with the Princess who most hated the undead and the dark magic tied to necromancy.

If Meridia was offended by Daemon's sarcasm, she did not show it. All she did was continue the conversation. "I don't want to force you to this, but if you can, I'd like you to make a statue in my honor when this war ends, so my name can be heard by the people of this world. I will have a better chance of coming here than the other princes, at least a few thousand years earlier," she said.