Crossing the Divide 63

"You don't have to come." Chris said as we walked towards one of the hangers. "Me and the other Rasiki will be able to handle this."

Robert Pointe's friends were arriving. His friends that were probably using the same weapon he was. A weapon that allowed them to hide their true identities. A weapon that was made from my blood. Chris' plan was to have Rasiki recruits go with him and overpower the other traitors if need be. The common thought was that capturing his friends would be easy. But me, the overly cautious one, was worried that this weapon could hold another secret. Another secret that might be more offensive than how the weapon was currently understood.

"I trust in your abilities, Chris," I replied. "But I still want to watch what happens."

"Don't you think your presence might...you know...make the traitors more nervous?"

"Possibly. And if they lash out we will know the full extent of the weapon."

I felt Jorah's comforting weight on my back. If anything went wrong my weapon would taste blood again. It would feel good to use it for combat again. I knew Chris was right in his worry and yet I wanted to come. I wanted to smell the vile people that dared use my blood. That dared to think its powers were for them and not my children.

-This is a Mature Story
-It's a Game of Thrones/Resident Evil Fic
-It's a Doctor Isaacs Fic

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A Bear Meets No One

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Crossing the Divide 62

"Just beyond the Bloody Gate." Arya said under her breath as she tried to make out the landscape beneath us.

"We need to approach in the opposite direction, Arya." I reminded her. "We don't need House Arryn to attack while we're away."

"We have dragons and they don't."

"I won't risk my men's lives before the battle with Daenerys."

Though Arya wanted to disagree, she obeyed me and changed directions. Every now and again I would redirect her as she went off course. I had a suspicion she knew where to go but was impatient. This could prove troublesome when she was on her own and I wasn't there to reel her in. But she was not a child, not really, and held the rank of Lady of Winterfell. If she decided on a wrong course of action I would have to deal with the consequences. As would she.

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

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The Thief and the Ghost Prologue

"I ride my third wyvern, a Jornish, so I know how hard promises are to keep." I replied sadly. "Especially the kind of promise you intend to keep."

"I ride my second wyvern, my love, so I am well aware of what promise I made. And I will keep it."

I had trained Tersa. She had appeared one day and I was drawn to her. She was so much younger but that wasn't a concern for a rider. Our lives were so long, because by connecting to wyverns we got their lifespan, that if we looked for lovers our own age we would never know love. At least when I had fallen in love my loves hadn't started as riders.

"Wasn't there a difference you experienced with your first wyvern?" I asked her.

"My Bortok?" Tersa said. "Yes, there was a difference. It was like I was able to experience the world for the first time. As if everything before was just a dream. It was wonderful and terrifying all at once."

"And you became a different person afterwards."

"Yes."

I ran my hand through her hair. If I had not been blind I could see that it was blue. Without eyes I could only feel its odd texture. It felt like normal human hair but also like hair from a Nieth. If a Nieth had hair. Tersa's hair was the clearest sign of her Nieth heritage. I had no Nieth in my blood, only human. My hand then went from her hair to rest on her hips.

"I'm not going to change my mind if you lose your wyvern." Tersa said. "No matter how different of a person I become."

-This is a Mature Story
-It's an Original Fantasy Series

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