Where Fire Remains | A HOTD Fanfiction

Where Fire Remains | A HOTD Fanfiction

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Vaelis and Aerikah Vulankoor, sole survivors after years of their family dwindling in numbers ever since the Doom of Valyria. Both dragon riders, yet they couldn't be more different from the other. Where love and war blur the lines, follow these two as they carve their names into history during the Dance of Dragons.
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