...Prologue-Fifteen years ago Resisting the temptation to look back at their beloved home burning up in flames, a couple ran as fast as they could, away from their pursuers behind them. With tears falling uncontrollably from her eyes, the woman clutch the screaming infant in her arms tighter against her chest, all the while whispering sweet nothings into the infant's ear, trying to calm her down. While at her side, her husband kept murmuring to himself, "We will get through this. We will pay them back for what they did to us and take back what was belong to us." After running for a while, they managed to get rid of their pursuers and rest at an inn nearby. They put their belongings down and were horrified to find out their daughter was running a high fever! "Ryuuki! Kagome is burning up! Come quick!" Haruka called to her husband. "I knew it! Her power is much too strong, it is killing her! Oh....What should we do? We can't call the doctor! They'd find us!" cried Haruka, panicking for her dear child. Ryuuki gently put a hand on her shoulder and said, "There is only one thing that we can do for her now...... And we must do it fast, we only have a few days before they caught our scent" Startled, Haruka snapped her head up in realisation. Tears falls as she slowly nodded. They had to seal her powers up, turning her into a normal human. However, this means that they cannot see each other again until the time is ripe. That is the curse of having to seal someone's power up as it...
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...DaenerysDAENERYS In this city of splendors, Dany had expected the House of the Undying Ones to be the most splendid of all, but she emerged from her palanquin to behold a grey and ancient ruin. Long and low, without towers or windows, it coiled like a stone serpent through a grove of black-barked trees whose inky blue leaves made the stuff of the sorcerous drink the Qartheen called shade of the evening. No other buildings stood near. Black tiles covered the palace roof, many fallen or broken; the mortar between the stones was dry and crumbling. She understood now why Xaro Xhoan Daxos called it the Palace of Dust. Even Drogon seemed disquieted by the sight of it. The black dragon hissed, smoke seeping out between his sharp teeth. “Blood of my blood,” Jhogo said in Dothraki, “this is an evil place, a haunt of ghosts and maegi. See how it drinks the morning sun? Let us go before it drinks us as well.” Ser Jorah Mormont came up beside them. “What power can they have if they live in that?” “Heed the wisdom of those who love you best,” said Xaro Xhoan Daxos, lounging inside the palanquin. “Warlocks are bitter creatures who eat dust and drink of shadows. They will give you naught. They have naught to give.” Aggo put a hand on his arakh. “Khaleesi, it is said that many go into the Palace of Dust, but few come out.” “It is said,” Jhogo agreed. “We are blood of your blood,” said Aggo, “sworn to live and die as you do. Let us walk with you in this dark place, to...
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