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294 AC
Braavos - Streets
Daenerys Targaryen
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I look into the fire and am curious if I will see something, I am doubtful but still interested. The fire stings my eyes and I almost immediately decide this is stupid but when an image flashes in the flames my jaw slightly drops.
It takes longer than I care to admit that I almost didn't recognize Eragon but I am seeing Eragon and he seems older. He is standing next to the very same red woman who is here with us today and they are looking at a bag sitting next to a giant pile of wood. Eragon approaches the bag after the red woman says something to him and crouches down to open it.
Reaching his hand inside he soon pulls out a familiar object I have thought about many times since I have seen them. He pulls out a dragon egg, I can't see the color but he pulls out another with his other hand and moves toward the wood.
I squint feeling the heat from the flames dry out my eyes and barely make out the shape of a person on top of the wood. By the time I open my eyes, it seems time has passed quicker in the image as there are now seven eggs sitting on the pile of wood around the tied-up person.
Eragon looks hesitant and looks back at the red woman who gives him a nod, Eragons face looks conflicted as he turns back around and looks at the person. He shakes his head and his conflict is cleared, with a look of determination he draws a sword I have never seen and it lights on fire. Approaching the tied-up person he thrusts the blade through their heart and stands there holding it as he slowly catches on fire.
The fire spreads from the body and soon the wood also catches on fire, Eragon doesn't move and stares down at the body of someone he just killed. His face is unreadable but I feel like he is angry, a gut feeling tells me he is raging on the inside.
I close my eyes after a few moments because the pain became too much to bear but from what I saw Eragon wasn't moving even as his clothes burned off. Wasn't it painful, how could he just stand in the flames as they burned him?
I look again to see what happens next and nothing shows up, even after blinking a few times nothing changes and I look around seeing the blank looks everyone is giving the flames. The red woman is different, her look is of someone looking at their beloved as she looks into the flame with reddened cheeks.
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294 AC
Braavos - Streets
Nata
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I watch as everyone looks into the fires and have to build up a little courage to look for myself, I was excited when I first heard but now that I am here it's different. I look everywhere around the fire and finally move my eyes slowly into the core of the flames.
I almost sigh in relief when nothing happens but it's stuck in my throat when I see faces appear in the fire. Gruff and beaten men appear with weapons walking on a beach, ahead of them are some other men who I have to focus but I soon make out as summer islanders. The men who are opposite the summer islanders soon charge and are struck with arrows but aren't deterred in the slightest.
They cut the summer islanders down and the image soon changes to the very same men dragging children and women out and beating them. Some of them even start to **** the woman even as they try to claw their eyes out. I grit my teeth and wonder what the hell these flames are showing me.
My stomach feels like it drops when I recognize the familiar sight of a temple to the fertility goddess. This is the summer islands!
More and more structures are being burned just like the temple, they are just senselessly destroying everything. I feel anger building up inside me and the image changes and soon shows someone I recognize, my very own mother.
She is talking to some princes with their feathered capes and when they shake their heads at he she gets angry and leaves them. She is then dressed for combat and I even see my sister and myself also standing with her with some other armed villagers. I look at myself and feel odd looking at a face so similar but different, I am older that much is for sure. To my surprise I also spot Eragon, he is also older just like me.
I feel pain in my eyes but keep them open not wanting to miss a single moment, everything I see is something that surprises me. The village is one I have seen before, it is near my father's old lands next to Ebonhead.
I close my eyes after straining to keep them open, when I finally open them the image is gone and I feel conflicted. Can I even believe the things I just saw?
They were too quick and jumping all over the place but I got a general message, we will return home when it gets attacked by those men. The princes my mother talked with seemed to deny her and she was likely asking for their help. Even without their help we still stand against the men who are attacking, I look around and spot most everyone except Eragon is also oddly shifting.
I wonder if they all saw something, from their faces it seems like that is the case.
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294 AC
Braavos - Streets
Shiera Targaryen
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Almost immediately after I looked into the fire the visions started to play, a vision plays of a room filled with different odds and ends. I notice a woman with long silver-gold hair and when I see her face I see mismatched color eyes, it's hard to see the exact color but I would have to be a fool to not recognize myself at this point.
I am holding a book open while crushing some kind of plant with a stone, the book closes and I pick up the stone smeared with the plant. Walking toward a pot that is boiling something inside I scrap the crushed plant off with a dagger.
Watching the boiling liquid stop bubbling I wipe the dagger off on a cloth and soon hold my hand over the pot. Running the dagger over my hand blood drips into the pot and I feel a bit nauseous watching. Braving my heart I continue to watch as I wrap my hand up with a clean cloth and take a cup.
I take some of the liquid into the cup and walk toward a man I didn't spot until the vision moved a little to follow me. The man takes the cup and I wonder who he is, he has hair the same as mine and a very familiar face.
He looks at the cup and brings it to his nose to presumably sniff it and makes a gagging face. I slap his shoulder and at this point recognize the man as Eragon. Eragon looks at the cup with some hesitation before I wave him on to drink it.
He brings it to his lips and downs the whole thing in one go, stumbling in place a little I grab his shoulders and stabilize him. His head spins around like he is dizzy and I put a hand on his cheek, he blinks a bunch of times before dropping the cup and grabbing my face.
He leans in and presses his lips onto mine! And to my shock, I wrap my arms around his shoulders and pull myself into him!
What is going on with this vision!? I wouldn't kiss Eragon?!
I look away from the fire to look at him and I see him entranced by the flames and scrutinize his details to compare to the man in the flames. When I look back the vision is gone and I am left with even more questions than I came here with.
Do I end up in that kind of relationship with Eragon? I take another peek at him and wonder if this magic thing was set up by him. I will look into it some more and find out if it is real and then I will try it again to see what is going on.
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294 AC
Braavos - Streets
Rhaenyra Targaryen
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Wondering why I even left the house with these idiots I look into the fire and hope that nothing freaky happens. My hope is almost immediately smashed when I spot people moving around in the fire.
I see a bunch of people sitting around in an open space, they are on expensive-looking chairs and have banners flying over them. Looking at the people on the left it is hard to see all their faces but the banner is easily recognizable. House Targaryen, flying in the wind proud as a dragon should.
I quickly look to the other side and to my shock it is also a three-headed dragon banner, but this one's colors are swapped. The only other house I immediately think of is the House Blackfyre, the ones who started multiple rebellions to try and seize the throne.
I focus on their faces and look a the there features as best I can but they aren't clear inside the flames. I can see three of them that have the same hair and assume they are the Blackfyres, around them are men I have never seen. There is one man and two women sitting on either side of him, one of the women has a man sitting close to her. The man is shirtless and has a curved blade with ripples on the blade, his hair is long and braided and filled with bells.
The murky image starts to fade and I am left wondering if it was ever there, to begin with. I look around and find everyone looking around as well.
"Did you see something?" I ask everyone who is listing and get a few nods but no one speaks up. I feel the need to share what I saw so I offer what I saw first. "I saw House Targaryen and House Blackfyre and they looked to be discussing something. I couldn't tell where they were and the vision soon faded but I think I saw three Blackfyres." The red woman on the side listens extra carefully with a thoughtful look on her face.
"The house that rebelled multiple times? I thought they were all dead, the story Ser Barristan told us said they were dead and he got the last one." Shiera speaks up in a soft voice, she occasionally looks at Eragon as she talks which confuses me.
"Not all Visions are of the future or even the present, some can be of the past. Maybe she saw a vision from the past and it could have any meaning. A warning of a rebellion of some sort or even talking with someone you never thought. There can be many meanings behind what you have briefly described, think about it carefully." I nod and move closer to everyone else as we group up and stop circling the fire.
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294 AC
Braavos - House with the red door
Eragon Targaryen
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"What do you guys say about heading to the temple and getting more answers?" Shiera asks as we all sit in her and Rhaenyra's bedroom.
"Do you even think it is safe to be around her? Eragons eyes started bleeding from that fire magic, we might be in danger." Danny cautions.
"I need answers to what I saw." She says with a determination that makes me worried about what she saw, did she see someone die or something? The odd looks she has been sending me since the event has me a little on edge if I am honest.
"Shiera, mind telling me what you saw? You keep looking at me like something is wrong." I bring up my worries and she grips her hands in her lap.
"It's not anything wrong per se, it just confused me a little. It's not anything dangerous or something, I just want to know the authenticity of what I saw, it is important to me and I want to know for sure so I can keep it in mind." I nod and everyone else seems to also ease a little, she has been acting shifty and had us on edge.
"Anyway, so are we going to see Melisandre or not?" Rhaenyra asks and I can only shrug.
"I want to, I want to learn more if I can but if she acts weird when we go there I say we just leave and forget everything we saw. I also think we should include Nata so she doesn't feel left out after the fact." Seeing everyone nod it seems a decision has been made, a trip to the lord of lights temple is going to happen.