Lucaera Velaryon is dead. Rhaenyra mourns her dearest daughter, her sweet girl with eyes like her muñāzma and features of her mhysa. Aemond is conflicted. He had been gifted his vengeance by the Gods, yet it seems his mind loves to taunt him. To remind him of her face seconds before her death, the way her hair had wrapped around her by the wind and her odd refusal to fight him. He finds himself reliving these moments every day, and each day is worse than the one before. What happens when everyone is gathered by the Gods of Old Valyria to watch the life of Lucaera Velaryon or now known as Luceara Everdeen.

Izumi stood there on the top of a snowy mountain, She observed the sky as a it began to split in half and a black liquid began to escape. She watched as the world began to travel to its end once again and she knew that only her and eight more peoples could see it. She sigh, "It's already time for us to come back uh?"

(UNDER EDIT. MISSING CHAPTERS ARE BEING WORKED ON) He was the 'deadlast' of the whole academy. Looked down upon, beaten and starved for as long as he could remember. No one dared look his way unless it was to tell him to get the hell out of here or to leave for good. "The demon sealed into me... he isn't as horrible and wicked as you think.. really." So the boy acted so he could please everyone. He acted so no one question what he was really hiding. Did everything he could so he'd have more freedom. He did everything, even pretend to be what he couldn't be. And it worked. Worked so well to the point it was like he had a different persona all together. But of course, he couldn't hold dearly onto it forever. Especially with the disasters laid ahead. To fix and undo what was done. While it seems easy and harmless, the trip to releasing himself will cost everything he didn't consider. And so it became, The Fallen Façade. The Broken Act Part 1.