DEAR FRIENDS, WE ARE MET AGAIN AFTER A LONG BREAK. WHAT I WANT TO TELL IN ADVANCE MAY NOT BE A BIT NICE BECAUSE I HAVE NOT WRITED FOR A LONG TIME, BUT I WOULD BE GREAT IF YOU TELL ME THE DEFICIENCIES. IN THE MEANWHILE, THREE FAN FICTION IDEAS ABOUT GAME OF THRONES HAVE COME TO MY MIND. I AM THINKING OF WRITING THEM IF THIS BOOK IS FINISHED.
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In the darkness of the night, the moonlight illuminated the meadow at the end of the Demon Road, deep within the Wild Forest, where a five-meter-wide stream flowed. In the moonlit meadow, there was a herd of 70 wild horses by the stream. Most of these horses belonged to treasure seekers who ventured into the ruins of Valyria, while the rest were native wild horses of the forest. The herd rested peacefully by the stream, until the silence of the night was broken by a rhythmic thumping: "Boom, boom, boom."
The horses neighed and began to flee in fear. Thirteen of them ran toward the stream. Six of those stumbled over holes or stones near the water and broke their legs, falling to the ground and crying out in pain. The remaining horses ran to the other side of the meadow, trying to reach the forest. Meanwhile, the booming sounds grew louder. When the horses were halfway across, three flames descended from the sky, revealing three gigantic white dragons.
Some horses froze in terror at the sight of the dragons and were burned alive by their flames. At the same time, the dragons dropped massive cages from their feet onto the horses. From within the cages, frightened human voices cried out:
"No, we're going to die here!" "Mooom, I don't want to die, please!" "Lord Vaegon, save us! I swear to serve you until my death!" "Oh no, I'm too young to die! I've never even gone on a date!"
Three people sat atop the dragons, yelling furiously, their voices barely audible over the chaos:
"Anogrion, stop the fire! I'm telling you, stop it now! Damn it, listen to me!" "Vendieron, stop! I know you're hungry, but control yourself!" "You damn lizard, get me down now! If I lose my Valyrian steel because of you, I'll make clothes out of your hide!"
The cages crashed down in a triangular formation over the running herd. Sixteen horses were crushed, turning the area into a blood-soaked mess. Ten horses stood unharmed but terrified between the cages, while another six died from crashing into the metal and breaking their necks. The remaining 25 horses were burned alive by the dragons.
Once the dragons landed, they ignored their riders and immediately began feasting on the roasted horse meat. The riders carefully dismounted, making sure not to anger the beasts.
The three collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily, reflecting on the terrifying five hours since they had left Oros. Though they were from another world, the trauma of this one still lingered deeply. Previously, flying with dragons had not frightened them, but this time, the dragons had behaved uncontrollably due to hunger. They had barely managed to control them. The trio stood up, swearing never to ride a hungry dragon again.
Looking at the burning meadow, they approached the cages.
As they walked, Vaelar's stomach growled. "Guys, I don't know about you, but I'm starving. Let's eat," he said.
Darion yawned. "I'm too tired for food. Vaegon, where are we going to sleep?"
Avoiding the flames, Vaegon replied, "What do you mean, where? The prisoners will sleep in the cages. We'll take turns keeping watch—three per shift. Vaelar takes the first watch."
Vaelar protested, "Why me first and not you?"
Vaegon responded sternly, "You're the one who wants to eat. Food gives energy. You either burn it by standing guard or with a woman. Stay alert—and don't touch any women."
Vaelar pouted, "Why are there no women? If Lady Daemira isn't here, how will I stay awake till morning?"
Vaelar's words angered Vaegon. "Enough! I know you dislike Lord Daemir, but don't touch his daughter. You already owe her an apology. And you're too old for this childish behavior."
Vaelar laughed, "I'm only 16, Vaegon."
Darion joined in, laughing, "Since when have you been 16?"
"For a while now, Darion," Vaelar chuckled.
Vaegon smiled but turned serious. "Enough jokes. Vaelar, go carve up one of the roasted horses and eat with your chosen guards. The people eat only plants; give them some meat to regain strength. We'll head upriver toward Volantis tomorrow."
The three approached the cages, where the terrified captives stood. They feared torture. However, not all gazes were filled with fear. Lady Daemira, Rhaenor, Lord Daemir, and some elders watched the trapped horses between the cages with curiosity—they had never seen animals before.
Vaegon stood before the cages. "Don't be afraid. What happened earlier won't happen again. We'll select nine of you to stand guard. If you're hungry, say so—the guards will bring you cooked horse meat. But no one leaves the cages tonight. Those I point to, come out."
He pointed to nine people, including Rhaenor, and left with Darion, heading to their dragons to rest.
Rhaenor looked around and saw that all other selected guards were boys around 16. Following Vaelar's orders, he led four of them to the wounded horses near the stream.
When they reached the stream, Rhaenor approached a wounded horse and swiftly decapitated it. Blood sprayed upward. The other boys hesitated but followed suit, needing several swings to kill the horses.
Meanwhile, the other four guards divided the roasted horses and delivered the meat to the hungry prisoners. After returning, Vaelar dismissed everyone except Rhaenor and two others.
"Don't stray from the cages. If anything happens, shout with all your might," he instructed, then went to watch over the sleeping Aeloris.
The night passed without incident until dawn, when Vaegon took over the watch from Darion. Two guards, wearing rusty armor, stood with him.
"Names, ages, and former lords, one by one," Vaegon ordered.
One stepped forward. "Daenor, 17, formerly under Lord Baegor."
Another: "Naesin, 18, formerly under Lord Beogon."
Lastly: "Aeros, 17, formerly under Lord Vaelman."
Vaegon pointed to Daenor and Naesin. "You two, go check the stream. If you see anything, return immediately."
To Aeros, "You stay by the cages."
Daenor and Naesin ran toward the stream. Aeros retrieved his small flame-grape wood bow. Curious, Vaegon approached.
"You know how to make those? How long have you practiced archery? Where are your arrows from?"
Excited, Aeros answered, "Made from dry flame-grape tree roots. Strings from human tendons. Arrows from straight branches, tips from bones or rusty nails. I've trained since I was 11."
"Human tendons? The people allowed that?" Vaegon asked, surprised.
"Only from executed criminals, my lord."
Vaegon walked to Anogrion's side, retrieved a longbow and two quivers.
Returning to Aeros, he said, "Shoot once with your bow, then try this one. If you're better with it, it's yours—plus three silver claws."
Aeros shot his bow—decent hit. He then tried the longbow and struck a tree root 110 meters away.
"Good shot," Vaegon said, handing over the bow and silver. Aeros's eyes sparkled.
Meanwhile, Daenor and Naesin saw a massive wolf near the stream, drawn by blood.
"Naesin, that thing's bigger than a horse," Daenor whispered.
More wolves appeared. They turned to flee, but Daenor sneezed. The wolves attacked.
They ran toward the camp. "Lord Vaegon! Help!"
Vaegon turned and saw over 30 wolves, each the size of a horse.
"Wake up! We're under attack!" he shouted, running to Anogrion.
Guards scrambled, clogging the cage exits. Aeros fired arrows, mostly missing.
Naesin and Daenor were caught and torn apart. Their screams woke the others.
Vaegon stroked Anogrion's head. "Wake up, friend. Danger comes."
The dragon opened its eyes. Vaelar and Darion also awoke.
"Vaelar, Darion! Wolves! Wake up!" Vaegon yelled.
Anogrion roared, killing two wolves. The rest paused.
Led by Lord Daemir, archers attacked. Aeros joined.
The wolves retreated. Rhaenor led experienced guards to pursue them.
The dragons awoke, agitated. Vaelar snapped, "Calm down, idiot."
Darion: "Seriously, Vaegon. What's got you panicking?"
Vaegon: "Those wolves were as big as horses!"
Darion mocked, "Are you joking?"
Vaegon exploded, "Think I'm lying? Come see!"
They followed him. Aeros remained by the cages.
"Why didn't you go?" Vaegon asked.
"You ordered me to stay, my lord. The others went with Lord Daemir."
Vaegon smiled faintly. "New mission—follow me."
They approached the wolf corpses. Vaelar joked, "Found your loyal servant, Vaegon."
Darion: "Loyal? He's probably just afraid of the dragons."
As they saw the corpses, Vaelar muttered, "Shit. How can wolves be this big?"
Lords Vaenis, Vaelman, and Daemir emerged. After inspecting the wolves, Darion ordered, "Skin them. We'll eat their meat for breakfast."
They then found two mangled corpses—Naesin and Daenor.
Vaegon, unaffected by the sight, asked Lords Beogon and Baegor, "Do they have any family?"
"Naesin had none," Beogon replied.
"Daenor had a younger brother," Baegor said.
"Then he's your responsibility. I gave him two gold claws for his brother's death. The rest get ten copper claws. Now dig graves."
Vaegon walked away.
Vaelar and Darion followed. Vaegon sat where Anogrion had rested, head in hands.
They sat silently beside him.
Later, Aeros arrived. "The graves are ready, my lord."
Vaegon rose, went to the graves, and with his own hands buried the boys.
When the soil covered them fully, he left the past behind—and went to the cages for breakfast.