What if Daenerys Dies Next Season

I guess this post should make everyone happy that I don't actually write for Game of Thrones. But what if they do kill of Daenerys...anyways...I was having one of my many conversations with myself the other night when this idea came to me. I am not the biggest Daenerys fan, but I'm not one to cheer on her death either.

Rather I want her to be humbled in such a way that she doesn't die. But if she was to die I think that would be a great twist for the series as a whole. Mainly because everyone expects her to win and who doesn't like surprises?

Crossing the Divide 9

"Activated." Doom said without inflection as a red sphere appeared on top of the projector.

"Do you know what you are?" I asked after I pushed my fear back far enough.

"I am Doom. I am an AI."

"What is your purpose?"

"I have no purpose. You haven't programmed any into me. Will that be done soon?"

"Why do you ask that?"

The question had surprised me. While Doom hadn't been given a personality as of yet, when dealing with AIs certain leaps could be taken which could take the programmers by surprise. What the humans of this reality would call 'coming out of left field'. I wondered if Doom felt any emotion about not having a purpose or if it felt like something was missing. When a limb was cut off any creature, no matter how stupid, they would realize something was missing. Hopefully it didn't feel angry or sad about not having a purpose.

"I am a program without a purpose." Doom replied in a monotone. "Programs always have a purpose. To be without one makes me not able to be defined. I need to be defined."

"Why do you need to be defined?" I asked.

"I need to know that I am following my programming to make sure I'm not malfunctioning."

"Why do you care if you're malfunctioning?"

"I am not to harm a human, especially those of the organization The Mormonts."

-This is a Mature Story (if in content if not plot)
-It's a Game of Thrones/Resident Evil Fic
-It's a Doctor Alexander Isaacs Fic

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Crossing the Divide 8

The Lannisters were walking and it was harder avoiding detection. Bronn, I had found out his name through some random banter among Jaime's men, was the hardest to stay clear of as he seemed to be one of the most alert. I hadn't found out why he was here and that angered me. If I knew his story then I could figure out his weaknesses. Right now I could only be as cautious as possible. In a few days I would leave and go to House Martell, one of Daenerys' allies. I would be accepted and my child taken care of.

I stopped and groaned, clutching at my belly as I felt Jeor being impatient to get out.

"Hold on," I pleaded with him. "Just a little bit longer. Just hold on a little bit longer. You're going to be born in Dorne and after the war I'll come back for you. You'll meet your father, a handsome and loyal man, and will grow up to ride dragons. Maybe some of my blood will give you some of a dragon's features. So just hold on. Hold on. Please."

After the kicking subsided the Lannisters were too far away. I recounted how painful this latest round of pain was and came to a terrible conclusion. I might not get to Dorne in time and might end up having to trust the Lannisters. But not now, maybe there would be another way.

-This is a Mature Story (if in content if not plot)
-It's a Game of Thrones/Resident Evil Fic
-It's a Jorah Mormont Fic

You can read it HERE

Crossing the Divide 7

"They could be a lot safer if you used...whatever you did back there." Chris said, laughing softly. "You have this vast array of powers and you're not even thinking of making people afraid? Fuck, you could go to Umbrella's doorsteps and make them bend to your will."

"A few things wrong with that analysis. First off is the fact that I believe in honor and allowing everyone a fair chance in a fight. There is no point in becoming so dishonorable by taking the easiest path and start to make exceptions where you didn't before. Second off is that my power isn't unlimited. I can't simply do anything without becoming tired. Sure I could rule with fear but that's not the way for me. Humans that respect their rulers are more likely to take risks for them. Ruling by fear alone makes it more likely for traitors to spring up."

"And is there a third reason?"

"Third is that the goals of the Mormonts are to find a cure, create a society, and rise up again. Even if I won against both Umbrella and Alice now there would be nothing for my men after the war had been won. They would still live in a world populated by zombies and there would be no hope. One day I will attack Umbrella, hopefully with Alice's help, but the time for it is not now. There will be a time for me to use my full strength. Not just my own but the strength of my men."

-This is a Mature Story (if in content if not plot)
-It's a Game of Thrones/Resident Evil Fic
-It's a Chris Redfield Fic

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Crossing the Divide 6

As Drogon chased me I could hear a subtle change in the sounds he made. He sounded as if he were resisting the call of the dragon horn but I wouldn't lose myself to hope. I couldn't let my guard down no matter how badly I wanted to. Finally he roared and dove down towards Euron's ships. I flew beside him and he spared only a moment to look at me. He must be angry at what I had done but maybe, just maybe, he was more ashamed at what he had done. It wouldn't matter that he hadn't been able to resist the call, he had still betrayed his mother. Daenerys was the only woman he cared about displeasing. She was the only human he cared about and he had wronged her.

As badly as I wanted to help Drogon in his endeavors, I had to check on the other two. When I broke away from the dragon's path, he took no notice as his rage was too great. Humans said that dragons were chaos made flesh, now was such a time to prove that statement more than correct. With my human mind I turned and saw that I shouldn't have been so distracted with one dragon. Who could blame me, though, as I couldn't focus on all three at once. I should have been able to, though, and now I felt I had betrayed my queen.

Now Viserion and Rhaegal were attacking the queen's fleet. The humans in the ships seemed to be holding up as well as they could and even the Dothraki were showing courage. Maybe they believed in their khaleesi so strongly that they wouldn't show weakness in front of her or maybe they didn't want to show weakness in front of each other. I didn't question things too much and my wings didn't move me fast enough. I roared out in rage as if I could stop time with any noise I made. The gods didn't care what I did, their plans would still be in motion.

-This is a Mature Story (if in content if not plot)
-It's a Game of Thrones/Resident Evil Fic
-It's a Jorah Mormont Fic

You can read it HERE

My Mate Bought Cats (AlexanderIsaacs' Journal)

My job in the clan was to work on biotechnology as that had been something I was good at in my previous clan. While bioweapons wasn't my primary concern, I did enjoy working on them. It was something about messing with life to create something greater that excited me, whether that was achieved through a peaceful discovery or a dangerous weapon.

Into the Darkness 4

The fear in me was almost too great to bear and I wondered, again, why Vergere had chosen me to be a Yun-Harla. I was sure her and Gabar would have handled this situation more calmly. My reaction was to fly around for hours until I was finally able to calm down.