Crossing the Divide 11

"I've told you, figuring out exactly what happened to those men is grunt work. It's just clearing up a few things and changing how to work with the material."

"I nearly died in there. I could've easily gotten away but I saved those people. I need to understand what happened."

I put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed, waiting until he calmed down. My husband was not a fighter and didn't fully understand the fear that must still be pumping through his veins. A fear he would have to continue to endure until everything was put right again. And then...then I would leave him alone with only our child to keep him company. Or maybe children.

"Once everything is done, you can go over the findings." I told him.

"How do you do it?" He asked. "The fear is...how can you even think of others when you're put into positions like that?"

"I grew up having to accept that death could happen at any moment. That any peaceful moment could turn into a bloodbath. For me it's a part of the way life has always been, what it seems like it will always be."

"But I'm not like you. Not like any of the rest of the Mormonts."

I took one of his hands and placed it on my belly. It was far too early for even a hint of the bump that would form, but my husband took my meaning. I couldn't tell him that it would be easy or that one day he would walk into danger without a second thought. I couldn't tell him that one day he would become the most noble of men and would risk his life for the noblest of causes. All I could tell him was that there were some things worth fighting for and that he had two of his own: me and the child.

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

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October 2016 Release (Jash's Dragon Army)

Dragon Cave recently released a new dragon breed. I was able to get a male and female of it.

Which Flight Rising Deity Should You Serve? (Quiz)

Flight Rising is a dragon adoptable site where you have to choose from eleven deities to serve. You can serve the noble Lightweaver or the mysterious Shadowbinder. You can bow to the harsh Plaguebringer or the knowledge seeking Arcanist. But which one SHOULD you serve? Which one fits your ideals best?

New Batch of Dragons (Jash's Dragon Army)

On Dragon Cave I'm getting a little more serious about breeding more dragons so that there will be more options for future giveaways. So if I'm trying to breed one type of dragon I'll have more chances of actually successfully getting the type I'm aiming for.

Crossing the Divide 10

"What is this King Tommen like?" I asked and wondered if I could speak reason to him.

I did not expect him to easily let me go, not with his position and not with the benefits of keeping me imprisoned. I was the dragon trainer of Daenerys Targaryen and the wife of one of her most trusted advisors, not that Jaime knew that. Not yet and hopefully not until it was too late. The reason Jorah had left Westeros was because he had dishonored his House and had been fleeing execution. People wouldn't think highly of him. While they may think my queen trusted him, they probably wouldn't think he was her right hand.

"That little c***?" Bronn said with a laugh. "I don't think you can make a deal with him."

"Why?" I asked, hiding my nervousness.

"There's not much of him to bargain with. He's not really a king, more of a puppet. I'm out here with Jaime fu****g Lannister because Tommen Baratheon wanted him sent away. Right now he's the pawn of Faith of the Seven, right in the pocket of the High Sparrow."

"So I would have to convince the High Sparrow to let me go."

I had heard of the Faith of the Seven and didn't like what I had found out. They were a group of religious fanatics that imposed their will on others instead of allowing free will to reign. Throughout both Westeros and Essos I had learned about fanatics and that they were all the same in the end. They believed in something so fully and would discard any evidence to the contrary. They would scream and yell but in the end it was all done out of fear. It was through the group that they were able to hold themselves up. It didn't mean one was weak if one became a fanatic, but that they needed something to believe in. Tommen was young and susceptible to influences adults wouldn't be, but whether or not he was a fool wouldn't change my situation. He could change in a few years and by that time Daenerys would be seated on the Iron Throne.

"Which isn't something I could do." I said after a moment's pause. "Not to some fanatic."

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

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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

You can read it HERE