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A better class of Sith- Chapter 8

Reaching the planet itself was not particularly difficult.

Sure, Tython had long since vanished from modern star charts, its location lost, so the databanks of my newly acquired ship were predictably useless. But I had been here before. More than that—I had invaded the place before. I still carried a collection of rather fond memories involving collapsing halls, dying Jedi, and Lana’s witty commentary.

As such, a brief meditation session was more than sufficient for the planet...

A Thousand Year Voyage- Chapter 37

Despite several days having passed since the announcement, Jaime still felt as though he were caught inside a dream. Not a bad dream—just the kind that didn’t make much sense, where everything felt real and impossible all at once.

Somehow—and he still didn’t quite understand how—he had become a page. Ser Moongrum’s page.

It was, of course, the best thing that could have happened to him. After all, Ser Moongrum was easily the greatest knight Jaime had ever known. The ma...

A Thousand Year Voyage- Chapter 36

A very short, transitional chapter. It’s so short mostly because it didn’t fit any other fragment planned and yet it had to be written. Of course, the other reason it's so short is because i found myself behind a schedule and wanted to publish at least something. But mostly because it didn't fit.

It probably could have been a part of the previous chapter, but…well, it's too late for that.

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Though Ranni remained evasive about her true purpose in coming to Summerhall,...

Satoru's House for Troubled Youths- 3/4 of chapter 9

I still need to write the second part before publishing the chapter. I plan to write it fast (this week, even), but just in case it proves to be too hard for my meagre talent/motivation, I put the first part here, as a…let’s call it, treat, for my patrons (if anyone here actually reads my other stories).

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The Outside was really bright.

That was Mono’s entirely honest assessment as he observed the Not-So-Pale City around him. Everything there glittered in strange way...

A Thousand Year Voyage- Chapter 35

It took quite some time—far too much of it, too be specific—for the overbearing prince to finally relent in his verbal onslaught, one likely unintentional yet somehow more exhausting to endure than anything since his arrival in Westeros.

Not, of course, that Rhaegar ceased speaking of his own volition. The Elden Lord was rather convinced that, if left unchecked, the drakeling would have continued the conversation until the end of his world. To give credit where it was due, the boy�...

Fallen Leaves 2- Church of Elleh

It was in the middle of the night when she arrived at the Church of Elleh. Guided by the stars, her spirit slipped soundlessly through the cool air until she descended upon the ruin.

The temple in question had been dead for centuries, bearing only the barest bones of grandeur it had once possessed. It was a ruin in the truest sense, the structure almost unrecognizable. What little remained of its walls jutted like broken teeth from the earth, while the ceiling was long gone. The lone to...

A Thousand Year Voyage- Chapter 34

The boy was perched upon a mound of rubble, a pale figure easily noticeable amid the scorched ruins. His hair was white, his eyes purple and his finger rested on the strings of a small harp that had just stopped playing. For a moment he did not move, only regarding the newcomers with a quiet, searching gaze. Then, almost absently, he tilted his chin skyward as though to seek some forgotten constellation.

“…Once,” he began, his voice soft but resonant. “this castle was a place of...

A Thousand Year Voyage- Chapter 33

As their journey carried them north-east, the land itself seemed to change beneath the wheels. At first the convoy rolled easily along the Roseroad, a road of stone said to bind Highgarden and King’s Landing together, but soon they veered from it onto lesser veins—narrow tracks that wound across the Stormlands leading to Summerhall. During some parts of their journey, the flat gray stone would give way to pressed dirt, the path little more than a trampled trail. The difference in quality ...

A Thousand Year Voyage- Chapter 32

With the tourney finally concluded, and with King Aerys’ demand brought to their attention, the time of the inbetweeners in Highgarden soon reached its natural end.

The castle stirred early on the day of their departure—by the time the inbetweeners stepped from their chambers and began the slow walk toward the gates, Highgarden itself seemed to have risen to watch them leave.

Every street and passage along the way was thick with faces. Nobles, stiff as statues, offered shallow...

A Thousand Year Voyage- Chapter 31

Marwyn had never been more grateful for the feel of earth beneath his boots than when they finally descended from that cursed contraption.

He stood for a long moment simply breathing, staring at the soil, drinking in the ordinary solidity of it. Gods, it had been too long since he had touched the ground, too long spent where no man belonged—dangling above the world like a leaf in a gale.

If this was the magic of the new age, he thought grimly, then he wanted none of it. Let othe...

A Thousand Year Voyage- Chapter 30

On a wide meadow, located just beyond Highgarden’s sight, an unusual congregation stirred beneath the cold moonlight.

Had the Tyrells known of it, they would have been quite worried. Not because a meeting was taking place so near them—though that alone would have been cause for alarm—but because its participants had managed to slip from Highgarden entirely unseen, despite many steps taken to have them subtly observed at all times.

In the grass, four chairs had been arranged�...

A Thousand Year Voyage- chapter 29

The chamber they had given him was as fine as he could have expected—perhaps the finest they had prepared for any guest, save perhaps for whatever suites had been allotted to Hadwyn and Ranni, depending on how the Tyrells had first approached the inbetweener matter. It was a room designed to impress, with broad, arched windows, heavy oak furniture and swathes of fabric in carefully non-Tyrell green colors.

All that careful hospitality was, in Leyton’s opinion, mostly wasted effort. ...

Thousand Year Voyage- Chapter 28

Dark times had arrived.

The peace, once promised with solemn vows, had turned out to be a great lie. The long-awaited age of respite, where the wheel of suffering would give way to serenity, was just a fiction, created by hopeful souls dreaming for better times.

She had been deceived. Tricked. Betrayed by her own beloved.

When she and Hadwyn, her dear consort eternal, discussed the burden of their divine rule, the terms were simple.

She would shoulder the eternal, inef...

A Thousand Year Voyage- chapter 27

The Sea Tower, the artificial island built by the Lunar Conspectus upon the waters near Oldtown, was at peace. The night was clear and quiet, the sea smooth as polished obsidian.

The Lunar Conspectus—founded by sorcerers whose work naturally revolved around the study of stars, moons, and celestial movements—was primarily nocturnal. And so its halls were alive now, the sounds of research and experiments carried by the air, members walking with purpose from one point to another.

A Thousand Year Voyage- Chapter 26

Tragoth swung the Giant Crusher in a wide arc. The hammer, monstrous and almost as large as he was, moved like a force of nature in his grip—inevitable and final.

The first to meet its wrath was the priest.

Brother Elbert, though Tragoth would never learn his name, led the charge with a scream full of righteousness on his lips. He was clothed in a plain robe of his faith, though there was a gleaming breastplate on his chest, the emblem of the Seven painted proudly on it. The lig...

A Thousand Year Voyage- chapter 25

I try to make a shedule- this chapter should be published at other sites in sunday, hopefully with the next chapter (26) ready to be put on patreon at the same moment, so that you can read it a week in advance.

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The dusk settled low over Oldtown like a veil of rust, the last embers of sunlight bleeding across the sky in bands of gold, crimson, and deepening violet. The towers and roofs of the ancient city basked in that fading brilliance as shadows began to stretch long and lea...