#King Arthur's Legacy

[naturezoneunite]

Attention: King Arthur's Legacy Elemental War Arc Will Be Released In Fall 2024

[yoshitsuno]

Hogtober Day 10 : Ruins

On a ride with her horse Lucifer, Ariane discovers a strange bluish glow in the ruins of a castle in Tintagel that once belonged to King Arthur. It is then that she discovers her ancient magic for the first time. ❤️

[kultofathena]

New Legacy Arms – Excalibur – The Sword of Power

The new Legacy Arms Excalibur sword is an update on their classic older model that brings better material, construction and steel tempering to create a fine sword that is also more lively in the hand and able to cut with authority. The sharp blade is forged from tough 5160 high carbon steel and is solidly anchored into the hilt with a peen over the pommel. The crossguard and pommel are crafted from plated stainless steel with a  brass finish and the wooden grip is securely bound in twisted stainless steel wire. To make the sword more comfortable than its predecessor, the new wire grip was notably reduced in diameter and flattened to create a more comfortable and sure hand hold.

Excalibur is a name that is synonymous with the medieval sword itself being the legendary sword of the tales of King Arthur which have been told and retold in all forms of storytelling and media throughout the ages. This one takes it features from the Excalibur sword featured in the iconic 1981’s “Excalibur” and the high reception and continuing cult popularity of the movie have “set in stone” this sword as the form of Excalibur in the imaginations of many. Dignified, kingly and full of elegance and power, the broad-bladed sword looks fit for the gauntlet-clad fist of a legendary king or the centerpoint of your own Great Hall.

[merlinemrys]

i’m actually so normal about mergwenthur 🙄 (is actively going criminally insane)

[if-i-could-fly-h0me]

Arthur lifting Mordred up in his arms like a proud father isn't talked about enough

[ofdeedsglorious]

further muses;

knight of swans; lohengrin immune to all curses; eric undefeated rebel king; lot eyes like lavenders; ffxiv bors an unknown legacy; ffxiv arthur radiance of dawn; sylveret justice radiant as sunlight; escalus the shadows of betrayal; naoise madness and love under a crown; claudas a heart encased in ice; claudien divine musician of stars; orpheus a noble heart; bedivere ffxiv like rushes they fell; cynon noble father of heroes; ector light of venus; felix

[esonetwork]

Elvis is Everywhere | Tales From Hollywoodland

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Elvis is Everywhere | Tales From Hollywoodland

In this podcast episode, Julian, Steve, and Arthur are joined by producer Mike in a rich discussion about Elvis Presley’s profound influence on the entertainment industry. They reminisce about Elvis’s captivating performances, his controversial gyrations, and his groundbreaking role in popularizing rock and roll. The conversation covers the strategic management by Colonel Tom Parker, Elvis’s transition from movies to live shows in Las Vegas, and the missed opportunities in his career. Personal anecdotes reveal Elvis’s interactions with fans and the challenges he faced, including financial struggles and drug use. The episode paints a comprehensive picture of Elvis’s legacy, his cultural impact, and the lasting significance of his work in music and film.

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[deafchild2000]

Since it's Halloween 2024, that means that Rafael is/was turning 14 years old today!

Rafael's Halloween Birthday Bash

So, considering last night was a full moon, I can say we are in the clear!

Anyhoo: Me and @ambroselaveau90 love to talk about Legacies and what we would have done if we wrote the show. So, yeah, we envision how things go and just roll from there.

And for those who are confused: Harmony is my OC for the TVD Universe! Check out Inheritance!

Now, a while back, we were coinciding the 2020 Full Moon with Legacies (which was 2 aka absolute hell for the werewolves), and here's what happened:

Setting: Season 2, before the Prison World Arc

Rafael's birthday is discovered to be on October 31st. Everyone knew he was born in October, but Harmony Mikaelson Kenner was surprised to find out it was that particular date.

Turns out, it wasn't something he informed because his former foster families tended to forget or not care (with maybe one showing minimum effort!)

Learning this, Harmony decided to throw him a birthday party at the Old Mill with Landon's help. Rafael - knowing she won't take no for an answer - reluctantly accepted this.

However, in the midst of the beginning stages of her plan, the school is called to an assembly, which much to her disappointment, was called by Lizzie.

It got worse: With leftover funds, Lizzie is planning an IMMENSE Halloween Bash that "makes the Great Hall in Hogwarts look like decorations from Dollar Tree!"

Angry because this meant Rafael's birthday would be ignored, Harmony stands up, stalks towards Lizzie, and chews her out in the process while causing the room to quake in anger. Lizzie dismisses why Harmony would be against it until she blurts out that it's Rafael's birthday - which causes all eyes to go to Rafael (who looks away in embarrassment).

Hearing this, Lizzie feels a bit of shame for not knowing this (and silently blames her spies) but tries to excuse that maybe Rafael wouldn't mind otherwise he would have said something sooner. Harmony doesn't take this well and it results in a screaming match with shocking tremors throughout the out school until Rafael gets in-between them and stops it before the school collapses in itself!

While a bit pissed at Harmony for spilling the beans, he knows it was done unintentionally with pure devotion. So, he calls a truce: Combine both their ideas and make it a Halloween Birthday Bash (presents optional). He's never had a good birthday anyway, except for Landon and his late girlfriend, Cassie.

The girls shake on the truce (with students now looking to Rafael as a God and debating what to give him now that he saved the school!)

To be fair, no one said the girls had to work together, but a frustrated Harmony wreaked earthquakes throughout the school trying.

As far as planning goes: The colors for Halloween (orange, black, purple, etc) were okay. Flying pumpkin lanterns was a must, though whether they're carved or not was a tight vote! Harmony got Kaleb officially on board to be a major part of the band, which switched between DJ and live entertainment. (She asked him if he would mind dressing up like Stevie Wonder and singing "Superstitious" & he was already rehearsing!)

The biggest arguments had been about the cake (size, shape, flavor).

Rafael is being vague in helping, which is good and bad because as much as Harmony wants to go to town with it, she wants to cater to Rafael.

Next was the music choices. While getting Kaleb on board was a bonus, what's appropriate for a Halloween bash has many, many selections to choose from.

Next is food and decorations, which follows a theme and that's left unsaid and in the care of Alyssa and Josie.

At some point, it gets too much and Rafael yells at Harmony...who just stands silently and slams the clipboard containing everything she planned into his chest before walking away (leaving her hurt and him feeling like an ass).

Hearing that Lizzie's going to be in charge of planning everything from now on, Landon and a pissed Alyssa go to Rafael, who's hiding in the Old Mill with Harmony's clipboard. After some biting comments from the witch, Rafael reveals he's overwhelmed because his birthday signifies the day he was given up for adoption...and the last good birthday he had by his adopted parents before he died. They died in an accident the night of his tenth birthday and it haunts him. Add in foster care and the times his birthday with unanswered, Cassie and Landon were the only ones to low key celebrate it. Then here Harmony comes, trying to make it the biggest event of the century and it just...overwhelms him.

Alyssa stands quietly before she calmly chews him out:

Alyssa: Really? Because you had bad things and unattentive people place a dark shadow on the most important day of your life, it means it's cursed or something? I swear I don't know how you dated Harmony at all if you don't know her at this point. Look, I can go at this several ways, but I'll be clinical. Harmony was born after her kidnapped mother's labor was induced by witches who wanted to sacrifice her and Hope and on that very same day, her mother was killed. If not for their blood, she would've stay dead! Then, because of her dick of a dad, her mother - who already lost the first 6 months of her life sending her away to protect her and then only was reunited with her for 2 months - was cursed to be stuck in wolf form and missed her first birthday. The next 5 years were traveling around the country and she met people who had it better and worse than her. Add in the fact she was tortured and well, her 8th birthday was more of a distraction than a happy event. But then, she lives in the city where her family has caused people irreversible damage. She realizes she's white, privileged and if she can bring people joy, she can do it. Do you see Hope planning this? No, because Harmony can't help but think of others, even on her special day! If anything, you have to make it special when she forgets! But you wanna know what she did for my birthday? She had my favorite food made, pulled out my favorite movies, and decked out the Old Mill to look like a tented theatre. She's not doing to win a popularity contest or something! She's doing this because she wants to, putting all her energy into this. After all, it's a friend who she truly cares about, even after he hurt her. And you're also in the wrong because you should have told her this sooner! She may be a Seer, but she has enough self-control that she won't force it from you. You have to tell her. She wouldn't have fought with Lizzie over this and just convinced the school pack to sneak away to celebrate it! But you just sat back and got angry when all she's doing, all she's ever wanted to do, was give people who didn't have it as good as her something amazing to look back on. It's hard some days to see her as selfish because she's too busy giving herself for others! This (points to the clipboard) is for YOU! The werewolf born on Halloween, who's lost people as the world beat him down, who now has a place with friends who understand him with his brother by his side, who she wants to have a goddamn great birthday because simply he deserves it! It's the least the world can give him. And from what you told us since the world rarely lets that happen, then Harmony will make it happen! Look, I'm not saying this to guilt-trip you, I'm just telling you to look at how far you've come, look at what Harmony has done for you, and accept this rare gift of someone planning the celebration of your life. Because you are cared for and loved and if you weren't born, someone would feel your loss. Despite your tragedies, you are someone's reason to keep going and that's enough to celebrate."

Alyssa walks away, leaving an impression on the boys.

Landon: I never thought I see her that passionate before. Make me kinda understand why she's Harmony's best friend.

Rafael: Yeah (looks back at the clipboard)

Harmony's list: Decorations?✔ Flying pumpkin (carved)?✔ Levitating food platters?✔ Food and snack bar?✔ Red punch and animal blood distinguished?✔ Music setlist?✔ 90s Halloween themes from movies?✔ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles' Ninja Rap on the setlist?✔ Convincing the pack to dress as the Turtles and do the dance? (Pending) Cake?❌ Rafael's preference?❌ Cake size?❌ Rafael's costume preference?❌ Asking Nekkie to bring Cassie back for a night? (Pending)...

The list went on and on and Rafael realize just why Harmony's been tailing him and why she was putting the effort into his birthday. And she was seriously considering bringing his ex back for his birthday!? He didn't like the Necromancer, but he found Harmony amusing, so a favor like that?

Rafael: I need to talk to Harmony.

Rafael looks all over for Harmony until he realizes she's at her dorm. He knocks but when she opens it before he gets a word out, she slams it in his face! Can't say he didn't deserve it.

He kept knocking, but once he heard Citizen Soldier blaring and he had no choice but to talk loudly to explain himself. He explained the day of his birth, his adoptive parents dying, the neglect he experienced on his birthday, the fact that Landon and Cassie were the last time he had a not-so-bad birthday before he killed Cassie, and how he had always thought his birthday had been cursed. Like he didn't deserve to even celebrate it. But then he lists off all the things from Harmony's clipboard and once he got to Cassie, he choked up because that was when he knew just how much she must've cared to ask the freakin' Necromancer a favor just to make his day special! And he apologizes for blowing up at her when all she was trying to do was something great for him that not a lot of people did before.

He hears the music stop and looks to see Harmony open the door, a bit teary-eyed, and pulls him in. She asks him why he just didn't tell her and he replies it was because he knew once she put her mind to something, it was hard to stop. A miscommunication on both their parts, though he still should have spoken up before she put all that effort in. He asks her if she would have brought Cassie back, to which she responds that she would and now she's getting ideas to add his late adoptive parents in for closure!

For the first time, he smiles at the thought and realizes he didn't deserve her. He tells her not to, he made peace with their deaths a long time ago.

Out of nowhere, Harmony started spouting out facts: "Did you know you're one of few babies born on Halloween? In October, there's a massive decline in childbirth on Halloween leading some to believe expectant mothers somehow consciously withhold their labors to avoid the negative perceptions Halloween carries for their babies. And take away that fact that you were, did you know it's most unlikely you would've been born on Halloween at all? Or did you know that October babies are more likely to be good at sports? And even have the potential for the presidency? Did you know you are most likely to live to see your 100th birthday? That you are likely born with a healthy heart and good mental health? Well, I say 50/50 to those two if you hadn't gone through hell."

Rafael: (shocked yet smiles) No, I didn't know that.

Harmony: (smiles) "Anyways, as unlikely as the event was, you are a Halloween baby, which means special perks. Like you're a Scorpio, so that means you're prone to bouts of passion and intense bouts of determination, loyal, dependable, creative, and just instinctively a good leader, however, you're also prone to being a mischief-maker and short-tempered, especially on Halloween which counteracts with the boost of loyalty you'll get. Now, you also share a few birthdays with Willow Smith, Christopher Columbus (ooooh, I am so sorry about that!), Robert Van Winkles aka Vanilla Ice (Rafael: No wonder you capitalized on the Ninja Rap!/Harmony: Shut up!) Oh, and Peter Jackson, whom you and Landon have to thank for directing the LOTR trilogy!"

Rafael: (laughs) Okay, so is that all the fun stuff?

Harmony: (mock gasps) Oh, not even close! There's the extra special stuff that comes with being born on Samhain!

Rafael: (Eyes widen) Oh, I pray you do not mean-

Harmony: Did you know babies born on Halloween have Second Sight aka the ability to see spirits? (Smirks)

Rafael: (groans) That was the first thing I expected to come out of your mouth.

Harmony: (laughs) Oh, if you had been born normal, I have no doubt that would have been as far into our world as you would've gotten! But there's more to it! Yes, It's one of the facts, being able to communicate with spirits, but Second Sight is kinda like seeing into the future, like what I am supposed to do if I wasn't Girl, Interrupted, and it's sudden. Like a piece of knowledge just appears in your mind, no matter how small. Speaking of which, you are also immune to evil spirits, another perk point! Did you know you could read dreams as well? And do you wanna know the best one of all?

Rafael: What?

Harmony: Babies born on Samhain were thought to be the next kings and knights.😏

They spend hours checking everything off Harmony's clipboard (Cake? Chocolate but gooey, velvet texture to make it look bloody? Cassie? Not happening. Rafael's costume? Already decided but nothing ninja turtle or werewolf related.)

By the next day, Harmony was surprised to hear Lizzie and Josie were having a tough time. Turns out Alyssa was having a bit too much fun making sure everything about Rafael's side of things could only be answered by Harmony herself.

Speaking of the witch, Rafael went to her dorm to thank her for helping him see the bigger picture with Harmony and his birthday. A bit snarky accepting it, Alyssa said instead of thanks, she wanted the simple favor of debuting something she'd been working on during the party. Something that would "make Lizzie ruin her costume with cake".

As much as Rafael was confused by her motives, he gave Alyssa his blessing to debut whatever the hell she was planning. Part of him really wanted to warn Harmony and Lizzie, but the last time he did something stupid, he got hex bags all over the place and a heartbroken/pissed tribrid.

Then came the actual day, which he shouldn't have let his guard down.

First, he wake up to a skeleton sleeping beside him (and gave Landon hell for it by chasing him around school when he found him!)

Then, he opened his door to a lot of presents. As in half could only fill up the entire room and would take days to go through (turns out keeping Lizzie and Harmony from fighting made him some type of saviour.)

Next, he got so many birthdays and well wishes from his classmates.

His breakfast was flapjacks that looked very much like a werewolf.

He was allowed to help put up the decorations (but only bare minimum, Lizzie's idea), but was ultimately either outside picking up the bonfire (clearly Harmony's idea) or inside his room, to be called upon for the big night.

Landon was the one who escorts him to the party where MG announces his arrival. (Cue a scene in which Kaleb is singing "Superstitious" on the piano)

Costumes: Landon as a player from Squid Games, Harmony as a Witch (black, pointy hat and colorful costume), Hope as an Angel, MG as Michael Jackson from Thriller, Kaleb as Stevie Wonders, Josie as Wednesday Addams and Lizzie as Carrie White on prom night (before the pig blood)

The party went underway as it continued into the night, but not without a few hiccups. Some of the punch spilled on others (someone had a bright idea to say the labels were switched) and the food was fantastic and his favorites. Songs like Thriller (followed by an epic dance battle between Kaleb and MG) followed by other 90s and 2000s Halloween songs. By the time the cake came out, Rafael was floored. The cake had a graveyard theme with the coating brown and black with "bones" sticking out...and was HUGE! It was 5 layers high, but big enough that the school could get seconds and thirds if they wanted. He had to climb a podium to reach the spaced-out candles on top (lit with a small fire spell, no less)

The entire school gathers around as they sang "Happy Birthday" cheerfully, if not eerily. Hauntingly.

Rafael blew and took out all the candles in one blow (he suspects they were enchanted to do so but doesn't care.)

By the time, the song ended, all of the lights cut off, except for the starry illusion on the ceiling.

Rafael didn't know what was going on and he could hear Harmony and Lizzie getting ready to search out the source of the issue when suddenly a low, haunting tone started to play around them:

"Come little children

I'll take thee away

Into a land of enchantment

Come little children

The time's come to play

Here in my garden of shadows..."

Following the music, the students followed the singing as it continues to pick up. Slowly, the lanterns started to light up again overhead as they passed them.

The school found themselves back in the Grand Hall and looked up as the lanterns were lit up bright enough for them to see Alyssa, dressed as a witch renaissance style, with a broom in hand....standing on the baluster overlooking the entire school!

A few students look like they're about to move forward as Alyssa sang sang the last verse:

"Come little children

I'll take thee away

Into a land of enchantment

Come little children

The time's come to play

Here in my garden of shadows."

And with that, jumped off the baluster, causing everyone to scream out in front...

Only...

Lizzie's jaw dropped and the third serving of cake fell on her dress, a red smear falling on it.

Harmony's expression was that of from shock to an incredibly wide, shit-eating grin!

Lizzie: She didn't...

Harmony: (incredibly smug) Oh, fuck yeah she did!

Right before everyone, right up in the air, Alyssa was safe....riding a flying broomstick!

Alyssa: (smirking) Happy birthday, Rafael.

Alyssa threw back her head and let out a loud, cackling laughter that scared the shit out of everyone and she held the head of the broom before taking off around the room!

Rafael, looking at the display that he was told was impossible on his first day at Salvatore, now understood why she asks to make her debut.

She had brought flying broomsticks back into the modern-day!

He turned to see, as Alyssa had promised, Lizzie's jaw dropped and ruined her dress with cake. Harmony looked like she was seeing prepared to start hero-worshipping any minute as she hyped up and cheered as her best friend flew above the room.

Alyssa leaned to the side as she dipped and snatched Harmony's black, pointing witch hat off her head before sitting upright and winking at her before putting it on.

Rafael watched the spectacle with awe but realized quickly that Alyssa didn't have enough room.

Rafael: (shouting) Get to the field! Head to the field!

Kaleb must've known what he was doing as he started to go the same, prompting everyone to head outside, opening the back doors. The crowd rushed out, parting ways as Alyssa flew between them and shot out into the night sky.

Alyssa looking down to see everyone pouring out to cheer her on, pulled out a vial from her dress pocket and threw it at the unlit bonfire, and yelled "Phasmotas Incendia!"

The bonfire exploded and sparks shoot out into the sky before becoming a busting display of fireworks!

Watching the fireworks light up and the almost euphoric joy in the atmosphere, Rafael didn't notice Harmony until she judged him in the side.

Harmony: (smiles) So...can you say you had a bad birthday?

Rafael: (showing his pearly whites in his smile) I can say that I never had a bad birthday EVER again! (Hugs her tightly)

Cue in the far out distance, Alyssa flying across the bright moon on her broomstick and cackling happily into the night.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN 👻 🎃 & HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RAFAEL WAITHE 🎉 🎂

Bonus:

Alaric wakes up the next day, completely hungover from the red punch (at least he hoped that it was punch) and opens his buzzing phone to see pictures of the party trending all over social media from Facebook to Twitter to Instagram and very unsettling pictures and articles of a witch flying all over Mystic Falls. Chucking his phone to the side, he buried his head undercover and went back to sleep before he could even begin starting his day doing damage control.

[ramblings-of-a-chaotic-neutral]

Ok, I don't really post here, but there's a Merlin AU idea that's been rattling around in my skull like it's a pinball machine and I need to get it out, so here we go:

Imagine an AU where Balinor doesn't die and banishes Kilgarrah before sneaking away so Uther doesn't catch him and can't put his newfound son in danger. Of course, both he and Merlin are heartbroken about having to be separated again after just finding each other, but they work out a way to keep in touch and occasionally meet in secret.

And this is all well and good, and everything in the show just kinda proceeds as normal up until about season 4, where we have the knights of the round table well-established in Camelot.

It'd make sense that after a few years of travelling around with Kilgarrah, Balinor would be pretty well-known and well-feared throughout all the five kingdoms as "that dragonlord who escaped the purge and now travels around on the back of a giant dragon", and people all over Albion are kinda terrified of the guy.

Rumors say that he never smiles, that he can kill a man in a split second without even utterring a spell, and can decimate kingdoms with the dragon under his total command. That makes for a formidable figure!

And then one day, Balinor is trying to sneak into Camelot to visit his son (he heard Merlin got hit by a dorocha and wants to make sure he's ok!), and the knights see him and freak out because holy shit that's one of the deadliest guys in Albion!

They're in a tense standoff, with Balinor threatening to call down the dragon on them if they don't let him through. The knights are all ready to give their lives to at least buy the people in the castle time to evacuate, when suddenly Merlin and Arthur make it to the standoff. Arthur immediately starts strategizing with his knights on how they're going to negociate with the sorcerer in an attempt to make sure that they aren't all slaughtered.

Meanwhile, Merlin just laughs and pushes through the rows of knights blocking Balinor's path to the castle. The knights, being very fond of Merlin and not wanting to see their kind little friend be brutally murdered by one of the most terrifying men in exsistence, are trying to grab Merlin and pull him back to safety or shouting at him to get back, but Merlin manages to avoid them as he walks up to Balinor.

For a horrifying moment, the knights and Arthur think that Merlin is about to sacrifice himself for them, but Merlin breaks into a huge grin, yells "Dad!", and runs right into Balinor's arms.

(Merlin and Balinor reason that now that Arthur's king, they might as well start easing him into some of Merlin's less shocking secrets)

And even more shockingly to the knights, Balinor hugs him back, asking Merlin all about how he's been doing, how are his studies under Gaius, etc etc.

And all of the knights just bluescreen. Because the math isn't mathing on this one. Hunith + Balinor = MERLIN?! Does not compute.

They're all pondering how could someone as joyful, friendly, and kind as Merlin be the spawn of a terrifying man like Balinor?? They just cannot comprehend it. The manservant who they all know and love came from this sorcerer who's name is synonymous with the threat of death and destruction??

They're all jolted back to reality however when Balinor asks Merlin if he wants to come back to Balinor's newly-renovated stronghold in the mountains (that's only accessable by riding a dragon) to learn more about one day becoming a dragonlord. And suddenly, the knight understand why Balinor's here. He wants to kidnap Merlin from them and twist him into a terrifying sorcerer to carry on Balinor's legacy!

It all basically dissolves into a long game of high-stakes tug-of-war between Balinor and the knights + Arthur, and Merlin's just enjoying spending time with his father and his friends.

Balinor will just casually crash one of their quests while riding Kilgarrah and "kidnap" Merlin while the knights fight to keep Merlin with them.

Balinor eventually gives Merlin Aithusa so he can get practice raising dragons, and the knights see it as some evil scheme to make Merlin betray Camelot and attack it from within, but damn it Merlin's already adopted the damn thing so now they're stuck with a baby dragon.

IDK if I'd ever write a fic about it since I'm pretty busy writing another fic rn, but I thought that it was a funny idea to throw out there!

PS: if anyone wants to read my current project, where I'm giving Sir Leon more anxiety with each chapter after a kinda-botched magic reveal on Merlin's part (and Merlin may or may not be an eldritch god), feel free to check it out here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54027337/chapters/136771564

Thank you all for sticking with my incoherent rambling! :D I hope you have a great day/night!

Also, please let me know if you guys wants to hear more of the ideas that pinball around in my head!

[naturezoneunite]

K.A.L. F.V. Ch. XI: Chikara (Xeno Of Grace) vs Chiaki Part 2 (Final)

"If this is all you can offer..."

"Sis."

"What now!?"

"You didn't have to go Overboard!"

"It was necessary!"

"She's as good as dead-"

(Chiaki was in complete shock seeing her own older sister rise from the rubble debris despite blood dripping from her body.)

(Chikara stood on top of the debris looking fearless.)

"Damn you sister!"

"I will destroy you!"

"Give up Chiaki."

"I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt."

"You can walk away from this."

"Don't tell me what to do!"

"I will kill you and Ayumu Hiraoka is the next to die!"

"Oh no..."

"What did you say...?"

"Did I touch a nerve?"

"I will tear him to shreds and watch him die a slow and painful death."

"Chiaki that's enough!"

"She needed to hear it!"

"Chiaki!!!"

"What!?"

(Chikara felt triggered when Chiaki say a threat more than an empty threat, it was a death threat.)

(Chikara snapped by revealing her true form, Xeno of Grace, she opened her eyes, left eye is jade green, her right eye is seafoam green, her shiny emerald green xeno armor, her sage/jungle green hair, lastly her Forest/Neon Green Aura.)

(Chikara's demon blade upgraded to the Silent Griffin.)

[Few Hours Passed]

(Chikara and Chiaki fighting each other at their full power against each other.)

(However, Chikara went all out not holding back an inch of her Xeno Magic on her younger sister.)

(Chiaki was getting wrecked badly by Chikara to the point, Aiya the oldest sister of the Rosalia Family had to interfere their fight.)

"Move Aiya..."

"Get out of my way!"

"She is literally out of control Chiaki!"

"You need to stop!"

"Why!?"

"You're going to cause a bloodbath except you will be caught in it!"

"I know what I'm doing-"

(Chikara cuts off their chit-chat by blowing Aiya far away from their fight, kicked Chiaki in the sky.)

(Chikara opened her brand new wings, the wings of a griffin as she fly after Chiaki.)

(Chiaki noticed how fast and powerful Chikara have become.)

(In comparison, Chikara is above Chiaki, Chiaki is second to Chikara.)

(Aiya knew from the start of her younger sisters fight that her youngest sister never stood a chance against Chikara, a 0% chance rate.)

(Chikara is the Xeno of Grace, she has the power to one shot a Deity in an instant with pure judgment and bless those who have no sin with Grace.)

(Chiaki attacked Chikara without thinking, her attacks were completely reckless.)

(Chikara took the remaining blows in the abdomen, ribs, spine, and through her spinal cord.)

(Chiaki was laughing maniacally celebrating too early.)

"You were acting high and mighty!"

"You had me before..."

"But..."

"You couldn't withstand my attacks!"

"Foolish Older Sister Of Mine!"

"HAHAHA!!!"

(As Chiaki was gloating that she defeated her older sister, or so we thought, Chikara ascended from the rubble debris but from underground, flash stepped behind Chiaki, kicked her younger sister in the back really hard crushing her backbones, sending her into the fountain of dreams.)

[Few Moments Later]

"This is what you wanted Chiaki!"

"You wanted this fight!"

"You wanted War!"

"Now look at you..."

"Helpless, and a hopeless failure of a sister!"

"I will kill you!!!"

"You'll die trying!!!"

(Chikara and Chiaki running towards each other to finish the battle they have started with one of the Rosalia sisters alive, and the other dead in the pool of her own blood.)

(However, the battle ended with Aiya canceling her younger and youngest sister's deadly attacks on time)

"Get out of the way, Aiya!"

"And letting both of you die!?"

"This is our fight, stay out of it!!!"

"I won't let her kill Ayumu Kun!!!"

"THAT'S ENOUGH!!!"

"You two have been at each other's throats for the longest!"

"Chikara."

(Aiya removed her and Chiaki's blindfold showing their true eyes.)

(Chikara was shocked and remembered that the two Deities she fought was her own sisters.)

"Aiya..."

"Chiaki..."

"This is what Astaroth wants!"

"He wants us to kill each other!"

"I refuse to commit mass Destruction!"

"Chikara you don't have to fight us."

"You win."

"Are you kidding me!?"

"Are you seriously going to give up!?"

"It's pointless to fight her from the start, especially that idiotic tactic you just pulled."

"Me, what did I do?!"

"You threatened to kill him!"

"I knew what I was doing-"

"No you didn't."

"You were getting your ass handed by me when you threatened to kill Ayumu."

"Why you-"

"Enough!!!"

"Chikara, do it."

(Chikara absorbed the Curse Energy from her younger sister and older sister's bodies.)

(In The End Of The Night, all Deities were freed from Astaroth's curse.)

(End Of Chapter XI)

[queer-ragnelle]

Hi-Lo Arthuriana

Have a high interest in Arthurian Legend but low readability?

Here's a collection of adapted or abridged books to help ease you into the literary tradition. This list is ordered from simplest to most complex, beginning with picture books and ending with "translations" of Middle English texts into modern English or abridged versions of longer texts such as the Vulgate. Books in a series are numbered.

As always, if the book is still in print, I link to where you can legally purchase the book. Supporting living authors is very important! Otherwise, enjoy a PDF, on me, to keep the legacy of these authors alive.

Picture Books

Young Merlin (Young Series #1) by Robert D San Souci & Jamichael Henterly (1989)

Tales From the Mabinogion Gwyn Thomas, Kevin Crossley-Holland, & Margaret Jones (1992)

Sir Gawain and The Loathly Lady by Selina Hastings & Juan Wijngaard (1985)

The Quest for Olwen by Gwyn Thomas, Kevin Crossley-Holland, & Margaret Jones (1988)

The Kitchen Knight by Margaret Hodges & Trina Schart Hyman (1990)

Sir Gawain and The Green Knight by Selina Hastings & Juan Wijngaard (1991)

The Tale of Taliesin by Gwyn Thomas, Kevin Crossley-Holland, & Margaret Jones (1992)

Young Guinevere (Young Series #2) by Robert D San Souci & Jamichael Henterly (1992)

The Knight with The Lion by John Howe (1996)

Young Lancelot (Young Series #3) by Robert D San Souci & Jamichael Henterly (1996)

Young Arthur (Young Series #4) by Robert D San Souci & Jamichael Henterly (1997)

Sir Gawain and The Green Knight by Michael Morpurgo & Michael Foreman (2004)

Perceval: King Arthur's Knight of The Holy Grail by John Perkins & Gennady Spirin (2007)

Comics

Prince Valiant by Hal Foster & many others (1937-present)

Camelot 3000 by Brian Bolland and Mike W. Barr (1982-1985)

Arthur, King of Time and Space by Paul Gadzikowski (2004-2014)

Tristan & Isolde: The Warrior and The Princess by Jeff Limke (2008)

Muppets King Arthur by Paul Benjamin & Patrick Storick (2010)

Gradalis WEBTOON [carrd] by @kochei0 (2021-present)

Chivalry by Neil Gaiman & Colleen Doran (2022)

Children's Chapter Books

The Adventures of Sir Lancelot the Great (The Knights' Tales #1) by Gerald Morris (2009)

The Adventures of Sir Givret the Short (The Knights' Tales #2) by Gerald Morris (2009)

The Adventures of Sir Gawain the True (The Knights' Tales #3) by Gerald Morris (2013)

The Adventures of Sir Balin the Ill-Fated (The Knights' Tales #4) by Gerald Morris (2013)

The Legends of King Arthur: Merlin, Magic, and Dragons (#1-#10) by Tracey Mayhew (2020)

Intermediate Retellings

The Idylls of The King by Alfred Lord Tennyson (1859)

The Story of King Arthur and His Knights (#1) by Howard Pyle (1903)

The Story of the Champions of The Round Table (#2) by Howard Pyle (1905)

The Story of Sir Launcelot and His Companions (#3) by Howard Pyle (1907)

The Story of The Grail and The Passing of Arthur (#4) by Howard Pyle (1910)

Hero Myths & Legends of the British Race by M. I. Ebbutts (1910)

The Squire’s Tale (The Squire’s Tales #1) by Gerald Morris (1998)

The Squire, His Knight, and His Lady (The Squire’s Tales #2) by Gerald Morris (1999)

The Savage Damsel and The Dwarf (The Squire’s Tales #3) by Gerald Morris (2000)

Parsifal’s Page (The Squire’s Tales #4) by Gerald Morris (2001)

The Ballad of Sir Dinadan (The Squire’s Tales #5) by Gerald Morris (2003)

The Princess, The Crone, and The Dung-Cart Knight (The Squire’s Tales #6) by Gerald Morris (2004)

The Lioness and Her Knight (The Squire’s Tales #7) by Gerald Morris (2005)

The Quest of The Fair Unknown (The Squire’s Tales #8) by Gerald Morris (2006)

The Squire’s Quest (The Squire’s Tales #9) by Gerald Morris (2009)

The Legend of The King (The Squire’s Tales #10) by Gerald Morris (2010)

Abridged Medieval Literature Translations

Sir Gawain and The Green Knight (Unrepresented #1) by Jessie Weston (1889)

Tristan & Iseult (Unrepresented #2) by Jessie Weston (1899)

Guingamor, Lanval, Tyolet, Bisclaveret (Unrepresented #3) by Jessie Weston (1900)

Moriaen (Unrepresented #4) by Jessie Weston (1901)

Sir Cleges, Sir Libeaus Desconus (Unrepresented #5) by Jessie Weston (1902)

Sir Gawain At The Grail Castle (Unrepresented #6) by Jessie Weston (1903)

Sir Gawain & The Lady of Lys (Unrepresented #7) by Jessie Weston (1907)

The Story of Sir Galahad by Mary Blackwell Sterling & William Ernest Chapman (1908)

The Romance of King Arthur and His Knights of The Round Table by Alfred W Pollard & Arthur Rackham (1917)

Le Morte d'Arthur by Keith Baines (1962)

The Lancelot-Grail Reader by Norris J. Lacy (2000)

Lancelot and The Lord of The Distant Isles by Patricia Terry, Samuel N. Rosenberg, & Judith Jaidinger (2007)

The Wedding of Sir Gawain and Dame Ragnell by David Breeden (????)

Informational Resources

Warriors of Arthur by John Matthews, Bob Stewart, & Richard Hook (1987)

The New Arthurian Encyclopedia by Norris J. Lacy (1991)

The Arthurian Companion by Phyllis Ann Karr (1997)

The Arthurian Name Dictionary by Christopher W. Bruce (1999)

[starrieisdelusional]

Morgana-Arthur Role swap au

foaming at the mouth at evil arthur because of that one fanart sebehdndbgs obsessed:

morgana and arthur swap roles. Morgana ruled as queen with gwen at her side to honor uther’s legacy and arthur doing absolutely everything to tear the kingdom apart.

arthur went rogue for all the hypocrisy and lies of uther reign. He was furious about his mother, the final straw when his father drives a sword into his lover’s heart.

Morgana keeping everything in order so the kingdom wont fall apart in the lost of their two kings. because this will be the kingdom that brings the golden age.

arthur despises it. Every single person who spouts about destiny and prophecies. a child cruelly treated just because he’s the one who’ll bring arthur’s end. His heart ache. He made an oath to bring ruin to camelot with excalibur on his side.

**more ramblings

[kultofathena]

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🗡️The Sword of Power🗡️

New Legacy Arms – Excalibur – Back in stock, but not for long! Be Quick. This one sold out as soon as we launched it last week.

Excalibur is a name that is synonymous with the medieval sword itself being the legendary sword of the tales of King Arthur which have been told and retold in all forms of storytelling and media throughout the ages. This one takes it features from the Excalibur sword featured in the iconic 1981’s “Excalibur” and the high reception and continuing cult popularity of the movie have “set in stone” this sword as the form of Excalibur in the imaginations of many. Dignified, kingly and full of elegance and power, the broad-bladed sword looks fit for the gauntlet-clad fist of a legendary king or the centerpoint of your own Great Hall.

[hydrus101]

It’s so fascinating to me about how much of Malevolent centers around bad or misguided fathers.

We spend ample amounts of time with Arthur’s grief and his faults, his fear of fatherhood, his failings of Faroe and the ensuing spiral afterwards. We hear of Bella’s strict upbringing, of Daniel’s controlling nature, the desire to shape his daughter into what he expected her to be, and even admitting to Arthur’s face that he intended to mold him as well, into what he thought his daughter’s husband should be. We learn of Larson’s betrayals, the sacrifices of his children: the monsters he made of those he should’ve loved, all in the pursuit of power and legacy. There’s an argument to be made even, of fragments and reflections and daughter and sons, that the King - that initial version of him now dead in all respects - was a sort of father, with John and Yellow as his residuals, his sons, his heirs, in a way. Finding their own identities now, free from the shadow of a predecessor, free to chose their own destinies, wether that is to separate themselves entirely, to scream defiantly of humanity and hope and self, or to try and reshape the visage of that dead malevolent god in desperate pursuit of love that wasn’t given, driven by a hate that was shared. What other analogy so seamlessly fits with the relationship between Arthur and Yellow than that of a neglectful father? The one who was supposed to be patient, be caring, be kind, the one who was supposed to teach this new being, this new child, about what life could be like? What love and kindness it could hold? But Arthur was too unsteady then. Too unstable to give Yellow the upbringing that he deserved. His nature was shared with John, and we’ve seen the depths of love he’s embraced. Yellow was simply nurtured wrong, encouraged down that spiral by a foster father who embraced and even venerated his rage. And similarly, in the basement in New York, we are reminded of nature and nurture, of animals and babes. Briefly, quick as a glance, we learn of the Butcher’s father, both a seething livewire and a subtle undercurrent in his motivations, manifested, perhaps, in his tumultuous relationship with failure, his self inflicted violence. Roland and Amanda receive less of the spotlight, but the foundations of everything are built upon their relationship. And now, with the Unclean, we know more of Arthur’s own father—who’s fate is known and the same as his mother’s—and his envy towards his friend, his childish jealousy and vindictive actions, of which he now condemns, having learned better, having known better. Every aspect of the narrative is seeped in fatherhood, in parenting, in children. Malam says as much by the fire: “They are our betters, our futures, our learned mistakes.” Malevolent is, at its core, about parents and children and hope.

And now, Arthur and John are on the run from a mother, on a mission given to them by a father, who’s daughter is largely a mystery, or perhaps, more familiar than we might think.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

⚠️Spoilers for the end of the NBC crossover⚠️

You know…this makes me wonder if there is a Graves estate. Like the Arthur Conan Doyle estate?

We know that Skully traveled the world and became The King of Halloween but surely he has some descendants (the twink probably grew up and got married— somehow.) I’m pretty sure that he wouldn’t have the rights to Halloween or anything but maybe they are like…historians??? Idk

I don't think there'd be an estate per say since Skully didn't "own" Halloween. Halloween was already a concept celebrated in his small town. Skully is only responsible for popularizing Halloween to the rest of Twisted Wonderland and many modern traditions. Not sure if doing this would really be a good way of generating wealth for himself either, I think he was just in it for the good vibes.

What's very odd to me is that no one in modern Twisted Wonderland seems to know who Skully is??? He wanted to keep out of the spotlight, but you'd think he would still be well-documented and lauded as an important figure for THE biggest holiday in their world. None of the NRC students recognized this important guy when they were all sucked into the book together?????? So his name and face were completely concealed from history (I guess it was easier for stuff to be lost without phones, cameras, etc.), but his legacy still remains. If he has descendants, I wonder if they know anything about their roots... Oral history is always there.

I did see a theory floating around that Crowley covered up Skully's existence and altered history?? In the event, Skully nearly overblots and is only stopped from the brink by Sebek. The theory goes that the book is a record of actual events (except, in real life, our NRC students were other people that got caught up with Skully), with the key difference being the lack of a happy ending... in which Skully OBs and ended up killing people and causing a lot of collateral damage until he was finally subdued. The theory then continues to say that Crowley didn't want to risk his or the school's reputation faltering (since Skully was a student at the time), so he worked tirelessly to conceal the incident and Skully himself from history. (But then this doesn’t really make sense because Crowley himself says he is proud of Skully.)

I guess if Skully didn’t want to be in the spotlight, there wouldn’t be an estate…? Cuz that’s a physical reminder of him.

[novaursa]

The Price of Fire (Final Chapter)

- Summary: In the shadows of the Red Keep, the daughter of the Mad King, Princess Y/N Targaryen, finds herself caught between duty, love, and survival. As her father’s madness deepens and political intrigue swirls, she seeks solace in a forbidden romance with her sworn protector, Ser Arthur Dayne. With King Aerys plotting to use her as a pawn and her brother Rhaegar maneuvering to shield her from their father’s grasp, Y/N must navigate a web of deceit and desire. As tensions rise, secrets ignite into fierce passion and dangerous alliances, where the wrong move could mean the end of them all.

- Paring: targ!reader/Arthur Dayne

- Note: This is the final chapter for this story. I had to cut a lot from the original one, since it's a very, very long story. And Tumblr is not built well for that. If you have a feeling something is missing, this is why. I may in the future expand the story with additional short chapters to fill the gaps. But I'll leave it as it is for now.

- Rating: Mature 16+

- Previous part: 18

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @oxymakestheworldgoround @lightdragonrayne @onlyrealjoy @hajmola-vs-aamchaska

The chamber in Sunspear was filled with the low, hushed voices of healers and the flickering light of candles as you lay exhausted on the birthing bed, your body still trembling from the effort of bringing new life into the world. The air was heavy with the scents of sweat and herbs, but all of that faded away as you looked down at the tiny bundle in your arms.

Your son, with his shock of pale blonde hair and eyes of vivid violet, looked up at you with a serene, almost knowing expression. Tears welled in your eyes as you gently traced his delicate features, your heart swelling with an overwhelming, indescribable love.

Arthur knelt beside you, his gaze locked on the infant with a look of wonder and pride. His hand, strong and warm, rested on your shoulder as he leaned closer, his eyes never leaving the face of his newborn son. “He’s perfect,” Arthur murmured, his voice thick with emotion. He brushed a soft kiss against your temple, his own eyes glistening with unshed tears. “You did so well, Y/N.”

Your lips curved into a tired smile as you looked at Arthur. “We did,” you whispered, your voice hoarse but filled with joy. The exhaustion and pain faded into the background, eclipsed by the small, precious life cradled against your chest.

Arthur’s hand moved to gently stroke the baby’s fine hair. “Aegon,” he said softly, almost reverently, as if testing the name on his tongue. “We will call him Aegon, after your ancestors. A name for a king.”

You glanced at him, a flicker of apprehension in your eyes. Aegon—a name that carried with it a weight of history and expectation, a name that would forever tie your son to the legacy of House Targaryen. But as you looked down at your child, your heart steadied. He would be more than just a name. He would be your son, the embodiment of everything you had fought for, everything you had risked.

“Aegon,” you repeated, the name rolling softly off your lips. It felt right, like a promise for the future. “Yes. Aegon.”

The door to the chamber opened quietly, and Rhaegar stepped in, his face etched with a mixture of relief and joy as he looked at you and the tiny bundle in your arms. He moved to your side, his eyes softening as he took in the sight of his nephew. “He’s beautiful,” Rhaegar murmured, his voice filled with pride. “You have given our family hope, Y/N.”

You reached out, taking Rhaegar’s hand in yours. “He is our future, brother,” you whispered. “No matter what happens, he is our hope.”

Rhaegar nodded, his expression turning solemn as he glanced at Arthur. “We’ll protect him. We’ll protect all of you,” he promised quietly, though there was a shadow in his eyes, the weight of what he knew was coming.

Oberyn entered the room a short while later, his presence a stark contrast to the tender moment that had just passed. He glanced at the infant in your arms with a faint smile, though his eyes soon shifted to Rhaegar, the look in them calculating.

“Congratulations are in order, I see,” Oberyn said lightly, though there was an edge to his tone. “A healthy boy, and a name that will certainly stir the winds of fate.”

Rhaegar’s gaze met Oberyn’s, a flicker of unease passing over his face. “What do you want, Oberyn?”

Oberyn shrugged, his smile widening. “Only to discuss what comes next, Prince Rhaegar. Your sister has just brought a new Targaryen into the world, and yet we still have much to settle, do we not?”

Rhaegar’s expression tightened, his shoulders stiffening. “This isn’t the time, Oberyn.”

But Oberyn was undeterred. “There’s no better time. You’re leaving soon, aren’t you? Varys has prepared everything for your departure to Essos. But there’s still the matter of our agreement.”

Rhaegar frowned, his jaw clenching as he looked back at you, then at the baby in your arms. “You mean the marriage alliance,” he said, his voice hard.

Oberyn nodded. “Yes, you were to marry Elia in exchange for Dorne’s support. But now you’re leaving. So, what of our arrangement?”

Rhaegar’s gaze hardened. “I won’t be able to honor that promise. You know that. Our only concern now is getting Y/N and our mother to safety.”

Oberyn raised an eyebrow, his expression thoughtful. “If you won’t marry Elia, then perhaps there is another way to secure our alliance. The child,” he said, his voice casual but his eyes sharp. “Young Aegon could be raised here, as a ward of Dorne. He would be safe, far from Robert’s grasp, and when he comes of age, he could marry into House Martell. It would solidify our bond.”

Rhaegar’s eyes narrowed, his voice dropping to a dangerous tone. “You know Y/N will never agree to that.”

Oberyn shrugged, a slow smile spreading across his face. “She may not have a choice. If you want Dorne’s continued support, the boy must stay. Otherwise, what reason do we have to aid you when you’re gone? Aegon would be the perfect link between our houses.”

Rhaegar’s expression darkened, his hands curling into fists at his sides. “I’ll find another way. But I won’t take my sister’s child from her. I won’t do that to her.”

Oberyn tilted his head, his gaze thoughtful. “Do you think I want to separate a mother from her child, Rhaegar? I understand the pain of loss, more than you know. But we are talking about survival. We are talking about securing the future of your family—and mine. Y/N may not like it, but she will have to accept it. She will have to trust that this is the only way to keep him safe.”

Rhaegar glanced back at you, his heart aching as he watched you cradle your newborn son, your eyes filled with love and hope. He knew what Oberyn was saying made sense, but the thought of taking Aegon away from you was unbearable.

But as much as he hated to admit it, he knew that the time for choices was quickly running out. Robert’s rebellion was growing stronger by the day, and the safety of his family was hanging by a thread. He had to do what was necessary, no matter how much it hurt.

“You underestimate my sister’s resolve,” Rhaegar said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. “But I’ll speak to her.”

Oberyn nodded, his expression turning serious. “Do that. The boy’s life may depend on it.”

And as Rhaegar turned back to you, watching you hold your newborn son, he knew that the days ahead would be filled with difficult decisions—choices that would shape the future of their family, and perhaps, the very fate of Westeros itself.

You sat beside Arthur, your son Aegon cradled in your arms, his tiny breaths steady and peaceful as he slept. The past day had been a whirlwind of emotions—joy at your son’s birth, anxiety over what lay ahead, and now, uncertainty hanging like a storm cloud over your family.

Rhaegar stood before you, his expression troubled, his eyes filled with a mix of guilt and determination. He had been pacing the room, his frustration palpable, but now he stopped, facing you and Arthur with a heavy sigh.

“Oberyn has made his position clear,” Rhaegar began, his voice steady but lined with tension. “He wants Aegon to stay in Dorne as a ward, to secure our alliance. He believes it’s the only way to ensure Dorne’s support, especially after we leave for Essos.”

Your heart clenched, the thought of being separated from your newborn son filling you with an overwhelming sense of dread. You held Aegon a little closer, his soft weight a comforting presence against your chest. “No,” you said firmly, your voice shaking with both fear and resolve. “I won’t leave him. He’s just a baby, Rhaegar. I can’t—I won’t—be separated from him.”

Rhaegar’s gaze softened, but his expression remained resolute. “Y/N, I understand how you feel, truly, but Oberyn’s right. Aegon will be safer here than anywhere else. Robert’s forces are closing in, and once we’re gone, the Dornish won’t have any reason to stand against him unless there’s something—someone—binding them to our cause.”

You shook your head, tears stinging your eyes as you looked down at your son, so small and vulnerable. “Then I’m staying too. If he’s going to be here, so am I.”

Rhaegar’s face tightened, his frustration breaking through his calm demeanor. “You can’t, Y/N. You’re not safe here. None of us are, not truly. But with Varys’s help, we can get you and Mother to Essos. Once we’re there, we can find a way to bring Aegon to us later. But right now, we have to think about what’s best for him.”

“What’s best for him is being with his mother,” you replied fiercely, your voice trembling with the force of your conviction. “I won’t abandon my child. I can’t.”

The room fell into a tense silence, the weight of your words hanging between the three of you. Rhaegar’s gaze flickered to Arthur, who had remained silent, his expression unreadable. Finally, Arthur stepped forward, his voice steady, though you could hear the strain beneath it.

“If Y/N can’t stay, then I will,” he said quietly, his eyes locking onto Rhaegar’s. “Aegon needs one of us with him. If I stay, I can protect him, ensure he’s safe until we can all be together again.”

You turned to Arthur, your eyes wide with shock. “Arthur, no. You can’t. You’re the only reason we’ve been safe this long. If you stay—”

Arthur’s hand covered yours, his touch gentle but firm. “I will not let our son grow up without one of us, Y/N,” he said softly. “This is the only way. I’ll stay with him, keep him safe. You need to go, get to safety. For both of you.”

Rhaegar nodded, his shoulders relaxing slightly as he looked at Arthur with a mixture of gratitude and sadness. “It’s not ideal,” he admitted. “But it’s the best option we have. With Arthur here, Oberyn will have no reason to doubt our commitment, and you, Y/N, will be out of reach.”

You shook your head again, struggling to find words. The thought of leaving Aegon—and Arthur—behind filled you with a deep, aching despair. “I can’t... I can’t just leave you both.”

Arthur squeezed your hand, his voice gentle but insistent. “You have to. You have to trust me, trust Rhaegar. This is the only way to ensure Aegon’s safety. We’ll reunite, I promise. But right now, we need to think of the future.”

Rhaegar glanced between the two of you, then stepped back, his expression pained. “I’ll leave you to discuss it,” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “But know that whatever you decide, it’s for the good of our family. We’re doing this to survive.”

He turned and left the room, the door closing softly behind him. The silence that followed was almost suffocating, the reality of what you were facing settling in like a lead weight in your chest. You looked at Arthur, your heart breaking at the thought of leaving him, leaving Aegon.

Arthur reached up, brushing a tear from your cheek. “I know it’s hard,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “But we’re doing this for Aegon, for his future. I’ll be here with him, and you’ll be safe. We’ll find a way back to each other. I promise.”

You nodded, your tears falling freely now as you looked down at your sleeping son, your heart aching with a fierce, protective love. “I’ll hold you to that promise, Arthur Dayne,” you whispered, your voice breaking.

“I wouldn’t dream of breaking it,” he replied softly, his hand resting gently over yours, his gaze steady and filled with unwavering love. “We’ll be together again. No matter what.”

You held his gaze, the depth of your feelings for him, for your son, nearly overwhelming. But you knew he was right. You had to be strong—for Aegon, for the family you hoped to have, one day, when this nightmare was over.

The air in King’s Landing was filled with the stench of fear and smoke as the city braced itself for the final siege. Outside the walls, the banners of Robert Baratheon’s army flew high, his men battering at the gates with a relentless determination. The sounds of war echoed across the streets—clashing steel, the shouts of soldiers, the desperate cries of the people trapped within.

In the Great Hall of the Red Keep, Aerys Targaryen sat hunched on the Iron Throne, his fingers drumming erratically against the cold steel of the swords that forged his seat of power. His once-bright eyes were shadowed with exhaustion, his face twisted into a mask of brooding anger. The rejection he had faced from his daughter still gnawed at him, a festering wound that refused to heal. She had chosen his son over him, defied him in front of his own armies. Even now, the thought of it sent waves of rage coursing through his veins.

The doors to the hall swung open, and Varys, his silken robes whispering against the stone floor, approached with a careful, measured step. His face was inscrutable, his gaze watchful as he took in the sight of the king slouched on his throne, brooding like a caged beast.

“Your Grace,” Varys began, his voice soft but urgent. “Lord Tywin’s army has arrived outside the city walls.”

Aerys’s head snapped up, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. “And why should that concern me, Spider?” he hissed, his voice cracking with the strain of sleepless nights. “Tywin is the Warden of the West. He’s come to defend the city.”

Varys hesitated, his gaze flicking briefly to the empty space around them, as if he feared invisible ears might be listening. “There are… troubling reports, Your Grace. It appears that Lord Tywin has betrayed you. He is not here to aid you, but to join forces with Robert Baratheon.”

The words hung in the air, a cold, brutal truth that seemed to freeze the very breath in the room. Aerys’s face contorted with disbelief, and then with fury. He surged to his feet, his robes billowing around him like the wings of a maddened bird. “Lies!” he screamed, his voice echoing through the hall. “Tywin would not dare! My servant! He would not betray his king!”

But even as he raged, the doors to the hall opened again, and Grand Maester Pycelle hurried in, his face pale and drawn with fear. “Your Grace, the reports are true,” he stammered, his voice trembling. “Lord Tywin’s forces have joined with the rebels. The city gates are under attack. They are trying to force their way in.”

Aerys’s eyes went wide, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly as the reality of the betrayal crashed over him. The walls of his world were crumbling, and there was no escape. But then, slowly, a manic grin spread across his face, his eyes gleaming with a feverish light.

“Burn them,” he whispered, the words barely audible. He turned, his gaze fixed on the shadows lurking near the hall’s edge, where Wisdom Rossart, his chief pyromancer, hovered like a dark specter. “Burn them all!”

Rossart stepped forward, his expression grim but obedient. “Your Grace?”

Aerys’s voice rose, his madness filling every corner of the hall. “Burn them! Set the wildfire ablaze! Let the flames consume them all! Every man, woman, and child in this city—let them burn!”

Varys’s eyes widened, his calm facade slipping for the first time as he realized the full extent of the king’s madness. “Your Grace, please,” he urged, stepping forward. “There are still loyal subjects in the city. Innocent lives—”

“Silence!” Aerys shrieked, his face twisting in rage. “They are all traitors! Traitors and thieves, every one of them! Set the wildfire! Burn them!”

Rossart bowed, his face a mask of resigned obedience. “It will be done, Your Grace.” He turned, making his way toward the door, but before he could leave the hall, a deafening roar shook the very walls of the Keep.

Terrax.

The sound of the dragon’s bellow echoed through the castle, rattling the windows and sending shivers through every soul within. Aerys froze, his eyes wide with shock and something like twisted delight. “Terrax,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “He’s come back to me. My dragon—he knows!”

The great doors of the hall shuddered as the roars continued, closer now, the sound a terrible, piercing wail that seemed to carry with it the fury of the gods themselves. The courtiers and guards scattered in fear, their eyes wide with terror as they looked to the sky, to the terrible shape of the dragon circling above the Red Keep.

“Burn them!” Aerys screamed again, his voice raw and desperate. “Burn them all! Set the fires now!”

But before Rossart could obey, before the orders could be carried out, there was a flash of steel—a quick, terrible blur of motion—and the blade of Jaime Lannister’s sword drove deep into Aerys’s back.

The king’s eyes went wide with shock, his mouth falling open in a silent gasp. He stumbled forward, his fingers clawing at the air as if trying to grasp something unseen, his gaze fixed on Jaime, who stood behind him, his face grim and resolute.

“You—” Aerys choked, blood bubbling on his lips. “You can’t… I am… I am the king…”

The words died on his lips as Jaime twisted the blade, the king’s body convulsing before he collapsed to the floor, his blood pooling around him, dark and spreading across the cold stone.

The hall fell silent, the echoes of the king’s final screams lingering in the air like the dying notes of a dirge. Jaime stood over the body, his sword still dripping with the blood of the man he had sworn to protect.

And then, another roar, a mournful, soul-wrenching cry that shook the very foundations of the Red Keep. Terrax, high above, screamed a sound that seemed to tear the sky apart, his anguish and fury echoing through the city below. The dragon’s cries reverberated across King’s Landing, and then, as if heeding some unspoken command, Terrax turned, his massive wings beating against the air as he flew away from the Keep, away from the madness and death below.

The last anyone saw of the dragon, he was a dark silhouette against the sky, flying east, toward the distant lands of Essos, his roars fading into the distance, leaving behind only silence and the smoldering remnants of a shattered city.

The waves rocked the ship gently as it sailed through the dark waters of the Narrow Sea, the distant coastline of Westeros fading into the horizon. The vessel bore no sigils, no banners to mark its allegiance—only a silent promise of escape, of safety beyond the chaos and bloodshed. But even as the ship cut through the waves, an unseen storm raged within you.

You stood at the bow, staring out at the endless expanse of water, your hand resting on the wooden rail. The breeze, cool and salty, brushed against your face, but it did little to soothe the ache that gnawed at your heart. You had left so much behind—your child, your love, and now, it seemed, something else had been ripped from you.

A sudden, sharp pain lanced through your chest, so intense it took your breath away. You doubled over, clutching at your side as the agony radiated through you, each pulse a reminder of something irrevocably lost. Images flashed behind your eyes—fragments of flame and shadow, glimpses of your father’s twisted smile, and then darkness, swallowing everything whole.

You knew, in that awful, gut-wrenching moment, that Aerys was gone. Your father, the man who had once been your protector before madness took hold, was dead. His life snuffed out like a candle in the wind, leaving behind only the bitter ashes of memory.

Despite all the horror he had wrought, the cruelty, and the madness, he was still the man who had held you as a child, who had once whispered stories of dragons and glory in your ear. And now, he was gone—forever. A sob tore from your throat, raw and painful, as you sank to your knees, the weight of loss crushing down on you.

Rhaegar and Rhaella rushed to your side, their faces etched with worry. Rhaegar knelt beside you, his arm wrapping around your shoulders, his voice urgent but gentle. “Y/N, what is it? What’s wrong?”

You couldn’t speak, couldn’t find the words to express the hollow, aching void that had opened up inside you. Tears blurred your vision as you looked up at him, the pain in your eyes telling him everything you couldn’t say.

Rhaella knelt beside you, her hands trembling as she reached out to touch your cheek, her own eyes filled with anguish. “What is it, my sweet girl?” she whispered, her voice breaking. “What’s happened?”

“Father…” you managed to choke out, your voice barely more than a whisper. “He’s gone. I felt it—something broke inside me.” Another sob escaped you, your body trembling with the force of your grief.

Rhaegar’s face tightened, his jaw clenching as he exchanged a troubled glance with Rhaella. He knew, even before you had spoken, what had happened. The bond between you and your father, twisted and painful as it was, had been severed in the most brutal of ways.

“He’s dead,” you whispered, the words falling from your lips like stones into a deep, dark well. “My father is dead.”

Rhaella’s hands covered her mouth, her eyes widening with shock and sorrow. Despite everything Aerys had done, despite the terror and madness, he had still been her husband, the father of her children. Now he was gone, and even the deepest wounds couldn’t erase the grief of losing him.

Rhaegar’s grip on you tightened, his voice low and filled with regret. “I’m here, Y/N.” He held you as you wept, his own eyes glistening with unshed tears. 

Above, the sound of wings cut through the air, the familiar rush of wind as Terrax’s shadow swept over the ship. The dragon circled overhead, his great wings beating steadily as he hovered, his golden eyes watching you from above. You looked up, your breath catching as you felt the familiar, disjointed thoughts of the dragon brush against your mind.

"Father is silent like the Stranger."

The words echoed in your thoughts, strange and fragmented, but the meaning was clear. Terrax, too, sensed the loss, the absence of the man who had once bound you both through dark, unnatural magic. Aerys’s death had sent a ripple through the connection, a final severing of the twisted bond that had tied you all together.

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you clung to Rhaegar, your body trembling with the force of your grief. It wasn’t just your father you mourned—though that pain was sharp and unyielding. You wept for the family you had left behind in Westeros, for the child you had been forced to leave in Dorne, for Arthur, who had stayed behind to protect him. The ache of their absence was a constant, throbbing wound, and you didn’t know if it would ever truly heal.

“I left them,” you whispered brokenly, your voice barely audible over the sound of the waves. “I left Arthur and Aegon. How can I live with that?”

Rhaegar pulled you closer, his own grief mingling with yours. “You did what you had to do, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “To protect Aegon, to protect yourself. You did what was right.”

“But it doesn’t feel right,” you cried, burying your face against his shoulder. “It feels like my heart is breaking.”

Rhaella stroked your hair, her touch gentle, soothing, though her own voice trembled as she spoke. “We’ll get them back, my sweet. We’ll be together again. I promise.”

The words were meant to comfort, but they felt hollow in the face of your grief. The distance between you and your family, the uncertain future that stretched out before you, seemed insurmountable. All you could do was hold on to the hope that, somehow, you would find your way back to them.

Terrax let out a low, mournful cry, the sound carrying over the sea, a haunting echo of your own sorrow. You looked up, watching as the dragon wheeled through the sky, his massive form silhouetted against the pale light of dawn. He, too, had lost something, and in his cries, you heard the echo of your own loss, the shattering of everything you had once known.

As the ship sailed onward, bound for the distant shores of Essos, you held onto Rhaegar and Rhaella, clinging to the fragile, flickering hope that one day, the shattered pieces of your life might be mended. But for now, all you could do was mourn—for your father, for your family, and for the life you had left behind.

From the History of the Targaryen Exile and the Return of Dragons

Written by Archmaester Aenys, Conclave of Maesters, Oldtown, in the Year 305 AC

In the years following the fall of King’s Landing and the tragic death of King Aerys II, the remnants of House Targaryen were scattered to the winds, hunted relentlessly by the Usurper King, Robert Baratheon. His hatred for the Targaryen name was unquenchable, fueled by the bloodshed and betrayal that had marked his ascension to the Iron Throne. Yet, even as Robert Baratheon sat in his stolen seat, his nightmares were haunted by the specter of Targaryen vengeance.

Unknown to the new King, one crucial secret had eluded him—a child of royal blood, a dragon who yet remained hidden in the shadow of the world. Aegon, the son of Ser Arthur Dayne and the exiled Targaryen princess, Y/N, had been spirited away to safety even as the fires of King’s Landing consumed the last vestiges of his family's power. Born in Sunspear under the watchful eye of Prince Doran Martell, Aegon was raised in secrecy, his true parentage known only to a trusted few. Under the guise of Young Griff, he would later emerge, seeking to reclaim the throne stolen from his ancestors.

Meanwhile, the rest of the Targaryen line struggled to survive in the uncertain lands of Essos. Rhaegar Targaryen, his sister Y/N, and their mother, Queen Rhaella, lived in a state of perpetual vigilance. Ever wary of assassins sent by Robert’s hand, they found temporary refuge in the Free Cities, moving constantly to avoid the reach of the Usurper. Despite their best efforts, they could never truly escape the shadow of the Iron Throne. Robert Baratheon’s spies were ever-watchful, and the gold of Westeros was sufficient to turn even the most loyal against them.

In these years of hardship and flight, the bond between Rhaegar and his sister grew ever stronger, forged in the fires of shared loss and unending danger. Both were plagued by the haunting visions known as dragondreams, prophetic in nature and disturbing in their vivid clarity. These dreams spoke of a darkness gathering in the far North—a night that would never end, a Long Night that threatened to consume all life. It was this shared dread, this knowledge of an imminent doom, that drove them to a fateful decision.

For the sake of the prophecy and the survival of their bloodline, Rhaegar and Y/N chose to have children together, ensuring that the Targaryen line would endure. From this union were born two children, Viserys and Daenerys, both blessed—and cursed—with the burden of prophecy and the legacy of their house. Rhaegar, ever the scholar of ancient lore, believed that in them lay the key to fulfilling the prophecy of the Prince That Was Promised, a savior who would stand against the coming darkness.

Their exile was not without its defenders. Terrax, the great black dragon with eyes like molten gold, remained a fearsome presence in Essos. Bound to Y/N through the dark ritual that had marked his birth, Terrax was more than just a beast of war. His mind, fragmented and strange, was linked to Y/N’s in a way that no other dragon had ever been to its rider. Through him, Y/N could see glimpses of distant places, feel the stirrings of the world beyond her reach. He was her guardian, her shadow, and in many ways, a part of her very soul.

When assassins came—and they came often, in the dead of night, in the open streets of Braavos and Pentos and Lys—Terrax’s wrath was swift and terrible. Fire would rain down from the skies, and those who sought the blood of Targaryens would find only death. The presence of the dragon became both a warning and a promise: the blood of the dragon was not so easily extinguished.

The years passed, and in the Free Cities, whispers began to spread of the exiled dragonlords. The sight of Terrax circling over distant Valyria sent ripples of fear through the hearts of even the most hardened sellswords. Rhaegar and Y/N moved carefully, gathering allies where they could, seeking those who still believed in the Targaryen cause. Yet, the dreams never ceased—the vision of the Long Night loomed ever closer, and Y/N, haunted by the knowledge that her son Aegon was far across the Narrow Sea, struggled with the weight of her destiny.

Queen Rhaella Targaryen, the last true queen of Westeros, endured much in her final years. Driven into exile alongside her children, the specter of madness and sorrow ever lingered over her. Haunted by the memories of a husband turned monster and a kingdom lost, she spent her days in Essos with the hope that her family would one day be restored to the Iron Throne.

But her strength, worn thin by years of suffering and grief, could not last forever. In the year 284 AC, mere months after the birth of her granddaughter Daenerys, Rhaella passed away in the city of Lys. It is said that she died quietly in her sleep, her last breath a soft whisper of relief, finally free from the torment of her memories.

Her death was a devastating blow to her children, Rhaegar and Y/N, who buried her in a modest grave overlooking the narrow, restless sea. Though her body rests in foreign soil, far from the land she once ruled, her spirit remains tied to the fate of her house. For even in death, she was a Targaryen—bound by fire and blood.

In the courts of Westeros, Robert Baratheon grew more paranoid with each passing year. Despite his victory, his rule was not as secure as he would have liked. The North remained distant and cold under Eddard Stark’s rule, and the Reach, ever ambitious, whispered of rebellions to come. When Robert finally learned of Rhaegar’s survival in Essos, and of his sister’s continued presence, the fury of the Usurper was rekindled. Assassins were dispatched with greater frequency, golden promises of wealth sent to any willing to bring back the heads of the dragonspawn.

Yet, for all his efforts, Robert remained ignorant of the most dangerous threat to his reign—the hidden prince, Aegon, growing strong and wise under the guidance of the careful tutors chosen by his father, Arthur Dayne, and the Martells. As Young Griff, he was trained not only in the arts of war but in the delicate balance of diplomacy, learning the ways of the courts and the intricacies of ruling. His identity, once revealed, would send shockwaves through the Seven Kingdoms.

It was in the year 298 AC, with the winds of winter blowing from the North, that Aegon Targaryen, under the guise of Young Griff, made his first move toward reclaiming his birthright. Landing in the Stormlands, he began to gather support from those disillusioned with Robert’s rule, those who remembered the true king. The storm of his coming was swift, his campaign precise. With the backing of Dorne and the secret alliance of the Golden Company, he captured key fortresses, proclaiming himself the rightful king, Aegon VI.

Meanwhile, across the Narrow Sea, the children of Rhaegar grew under the shadow of prophecy. Viserys, ever bitter and ambitious, struggled with the burden of being a prince with no kingdom. Daenerys, however, found strength in the stories of her forebears and the teachings of her mother. Terrax remained their constant guardian, his presence a reminder of the power that had once been and could be again.

As the drums of war beat once more in Westeros, Rhaegar and Y/N knew that their time in exile was drawing to a close. The Long Night was approaching, and with it, the need for the return of dragons. The Three Heads of the Dragon—the true Targaryen legacy—would be needed to face the darkness that threatened to engulf the world.

And so, with Terrax at their side, they prepared to return to the land of their birth, not as exiles but as conquerors, to take back what was theirs and to stand against the night. The story of House Targaryen was far from over, for fire and blood could not be so easily extinguished. The dragon’s roar would be heard again, its flame lighting the way through the coming darkness.