ASOIAF/GOT: Minecraft in Essos.

~~~Azrael Jaesyrian, Tenth Moon, 277 AC~~~

~~~Casterly Rock, Westerland~~~

Hours before Aerys' escape from Duskendale. 

"Why didn't we just go to their barren islands and exterminate them?" Cakoqqo asked me standing a kilometer away from Casterly Rock, he was confused about why I left the command of the Guardians to Mikaela in case Kevan accepted my proposal, instead of flying in Endoxes and spraying lightning and thunder over the Iron Islands.

"I was thinking about some things Valka told me, Xandar is my priority now, I may be hypocritical, but even having the power to do something, it's not time yet, I can't be a hero, I have to be a king, and to do that, I have to place my people first, and to achieve that, to protect them, to guide them, I need Westeros, this continent is waiting for an evil in the North, and I will have to prepare these people like pigs for the slaughter so that they end that evil, instead of sending my people to die in the North".

"What do they call The Others?" Cakoqqo remembered what I had told him, and I nodded, "Yes, those same ones, the stories mention that they are beings made of ice, capable of bringing back a century of blood to the world, and though they are in Westeros, living what I have been through, the demon in Vaes Dothrak, the Winged Men and their leader, nothing prevents them from being more dangerous than what the stories tell."

Not to mention that the body of the Winged Knight had never turned up, even after days of searching by the Enderman, it was as if the body had been dissolved... Or taken away.

This created more worries about me, enough things were stressing me out, and to add another missing enemy awaiting their attack, was to add one more stone to the raft.

"But there is Endoxes, the Enderman, the Witches, the Imperishable Horde, the Wither, I don't think there is power in this world capable of taking him on, my Khal, I see no reason to worry," while I wanted to believe that too, I knew I could not be complacent, for so mime I was and I almost died more than five times.

"Let's hope so, Cakoqqo, let's hope so," I said when I felt a presence near us. One thing I had been learning, was to feel the presence of the Witches, it was like feeling a chill, and a numbness in the body, so the moment I felt a coldness to my right, I looked in that direction.

And just as I had thought, there was a Witch there, Valery to be precise, "My king", "Valery". After exchanging greetings, she went right into why she made her presence known; "my king, Casterly Rock is under attack, a group of armed men have infiltrated through the sewers."

Wow, now that was exciting, I remembered that that was how Daenerys' forces were able to break into Casterly Rock, but that was with the help of Tyrion, who having lasted several years at the helm of cleaning the sewers, knew that passage, but here, that wasn't happening, and the Rock was as detailed in the books, rather than as it was shown in the series, but still, there was an infiltration through the same place.

"Endoxes, I need you," through the connection I held with Endoxes, I communicated with him, and soon enough, I felt a strong presence moving through my mind, "What is it now that you won't let sleep?" The very stubborn one spoke to me in a growling voice, and I couldn't help but sigh, "Meet me, I'll be over Casterly Rock," I said, and without waiting for a reply from him, I rose into the air from my horse.

"I'll meet Endoxes, you guys ride to Casterly Rock, there's a Xandarian sister to help," I told them, then shot off into the sky, in readiness to end a foolish attempt to take a fortress.

~~~King's Landing~~~

~~~Third Person~~~

The little people whispered and pointed to the two men riding together on a panting and tired horse. Looking just as exhausted as its two riders. His once black and neat coat was now wet and brown from the dust and dirt, his riders, on the other hand, were no different from the horse.

The front man had his hair stuck to his skull, the oily hair looked tangled and tangled, and his old Valyrian beauty was not even noticeable, his clothes were not far behind, the luxurious fabric was wrinkled, dirty from dust and mud, and if anyone looked at him, they would not think he was a king.

The other man looked worse, his heavy armor pressed him against the horse's back, his eyesight looked tired, and if that wasn't enough, a wound was dripping from his right shoulder, making the knight's complexion turn paler and paler.

These were, naturally, Ser Barristan Selmy and King Aerys, both of whom had ridden the three for over two hours without rest, seeking to sacrifice rest over the safety of King's Landing, and this was the result, two tired, hungry, sun-stroked men, with gossip spreading through the city like a drop of blood in a glass.

As they passed through the gates, a group of guards stationed at the gates left their posts and surrounded the horse, one of them holding the animal by the reins, and the others helped the two men off the horse. "Quick, bring another horse!" One of the guards shouted orders, directing the guards what to do.

Quickly they brought a sound and rested horse, and onto it, they carefully lifted Aerys, and guarded by city guards, they began the procession to the Red Keep.

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"My Lord!"

"My Lord Hand!"

At the Red Keep, a series of shouts took Tywin by surprise, having just emerged from a meeting with Ser Gerold Hightower, Ser Arthur Dayne, and the rest of the small council about actions to be taken in the city in the face of Azrael's arrival, Tywin found himself being called loudly by the Grand Maester.

"What is it, Pycelle?" Tywin answered in an apathetic and, one could say, annoyed tone. He did not pause but slowed his walk. Whatever Pycelle was going to tell him, he was not interested. " It's about Lannisport." Or so he thought.

The moment those words left Pycelle's lips, Tywin stopped in his tracks and looked at him with a frown, "what about Lannisport?" He questioned him, feeling a bad feeling about all this. "Lannisport was attacked by the Greyjoy, and more than half of the Lannister fleet stationed at Lannisport was destroyed in the process," as Pycelle continued with his tale, a series of emotions, fleeting but perceptible, passed over Tywin's face, from surprise, to confusion, to anger and then nothing, a blank canvas.

"That's not all; the Xandarian fleet was also attacked." The former emotion-free blank canvas on Tywin's face had changed. His complexion turned pale, and a frown came to the fore. ' Were any Xandarians killed? Were any ships sunk? What was the extent of the damage?' Tywin bombarded Pycelle with a series of questions, one after the other.

"Emm, no, no Xandarian ships were damaged in any way, letters that have been sent from Lannisport indicate the presence of beasts under the orders of Euron Greyjoy, Krakens if tales are to be believed," Pycelle answered him, and was skeptical at the mention of mythical beasts.

"But what about the Greyjoy fleet, what happened to it, does it talk yet?" Tywin was not interested in Pycelle's beliefs, instead, he was worried about the retaliation that might occur with the Greyjoy attack on the Xandarians, the last thing he wanted was a war with Xandar right now.

Pycelle thought about what he had read in those letters that were sent to him with the ravens, and after organizing his words, he decided to speak; "The letters say that much of it was destroyed, that only a handful of ships managed to escape, among them the Silence, Euron Greyjoy's ship."

Tywin's frown deepened, his jaws clenched inside his mouth. "Does King Azrael know about this, about the attack on his fleet?" Tywin asked once he managed to calm his anger. I don't know. When the attack happened, King Azrael had already left Lannisport. He was only in the city for a few minutes when the Greyjoy fleet was spotted by one of his aides. He is now at Casterly Rock. Perhaps he already knows."

"My Lord Hand!" As the situation seemed pressing, a Red Keep guard approached the two with a face red from exertion, "The king has returned, Duskendale has risen in defiance, and Prince Rhaegar has been held." This was the straw that broke the camel's back, and Tywin's once pale complexion turned sickly.