Only One Word: DRAGONS

Only one word: DRAGONS

Koalak I

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Carn

Between Ghost hills and The Tor, lay Carn with a small castle and a small army of nine thousand men who would ride to the King’s defense straight for Kings landing, if the opportunity arises. Lord Firenze Odarys and his predecessors were known for being supporters of whoever sat the throne.

Many frowned upon the Lord’s views, some even titling him Lord no Backbone. Not to his face of course, for fear of retaliation.

Whilst many disliked Lord Firenze, those same people adored his children and his late wife, Lady Seraphis Hightower. They were blessed with a son and two beautiful daughters. Mars Odarys and his sisters Adira and Ophilia Odarys.

Mars Odarys, the eldest, never wanted to marry and wanted to take the white cloak and serve the king. He claimed he did not want to be burdened by a wife and children and lived for the fight.

Thankfully for Lord Firenze, his youngest Ophilia only dreamed of marriage and children running around giggling. She even confessed to her septa that she wanted to be in a constant state of pregnancy because she wanted babies. Pour foul, the septa mused in her head.

And then there was Adira.

She was special and everyone knew she was the favorite child, even if lord Firenze does not wish to comment on that.

From her first breath, during a solar eclipse, Adira was special, healing her mother’s tears miraculously. Her parents could not explain what had happened. Seraphis only knew that she was in immense pain at first and close to dying then she couldn’t feel the pain and only heard her daughter’s cries.

Maesters, septas, priests, red priestesses, all gathered to find out what was wrong with the babe, but none could come to a conclusion.

And so, the child grew and blossomed into a young girl who wanted nothing to do with marriage or war. She wanted to be a healer.

That only strengthened when the lady of House Odarys, passed.

‘Maldición de sangre.’

The dornish priest said. A blood curse.

Everyone tried to understand who would curse her own father, but answers were found.

And so, Adira determined to heal her father, placed her hand near his heart and started to heal him. Unfortunately, she did not tell anyone what she was doing, and her mother walked into the room.

The curse attached itself to Lady Seraphis killing her without pity. Adira tried to save her mother, but the girl of ten and four did not have a grasp on her powers yet and failed.

Everyday Adira thinks back to this moment and every day she sheds a tear for her mother. The woman who loved making flower crowns even for her son and husband.

To her memory Adira and Ophilia always kept their hair down and would wear flower crowns.

Adira was walking in the gardens and as always, she was thinking of her mother, looking at the flowers. She was rudely shaken out of her reverie when heavy footsteps could be heard behind her.

Turning around she sees her older brother walking towards her, his shoulders looking heavy. She could see that he was carrying something and came straight to her during his combat training.

He stops in front of her and lets out a puff.

“You are lucky I came all this way. Exel even had a fit over it and I was in the middle of winning, but the raven would not leave me alone.” Mars says a little bit out of breath.

“What are you on about?” Adira replies smiling connivingly.

“A raven came for you.”

“Another Lord asking for my hand? Send it back.” Adira replies coldly.

“Surprisingly not. It is from a Dothraki herd. Who knew these savages could write…” Adira was also baffled, not about them being able to write but why would Dothrakis want to address her?

“What does it say?” She rapidly says.

“I thought you were clever… can’t read Dothraki can you?” Mars says smirking mischievously.

“Obviously not! Father did not wish me to learn it. Now, can you translate it please?” Adira did not find her brother’s words amusing.

Mars giggled slightly but started to read the letter not wanting to antagonize his sister more.

“It says something about their Khal. Their king.” He begins.

“I know what Khal means! I am not stupid. “Adira replies offended.

“Gods, I feel like you are going to flower soon... so angry...” Mars mumbles under his breath. Adira slaps him on the arm and so Mars continues reading and translating.

“This is a direct line from the letter. ‘a witch, a witch has cursed the Khal, the Khaleesi is gone. We cannot find her. She left the stones. Save our Khal’” Mars finishes the letter and simply discards it to the left of him.

Adira quickly bends down and grabs the letter before the wind blows it away…

“A curse?”

“You heard what I said” Mars says dismissively.

“Who was the Khaleesi?” Adira replies frowning.

“You do not know? “Mars exclaims, surprised. Adira shakes her head. She was trying to stay away from any marriage talk. Hers or others.

“Daenerys Targaryen. The mad king’s daughter. She and her brother apparently went into hiding in Essos. Robert Baratheon and his posse are looking high and low for them. Even sending assassins after them. One of those assassins probably gut her…” Mars was rambling now.

“Is the raven still here?” Adira cuts him off.

“Yes! Did you not here me say the raven would not-” Adira cut him off.

“I will go and heal the Khal. Would you send them a raven and tell them that?”

“What? Are you out of your mind? Father will never let you go heal that brute. Whispers in the brothel say that they fuck their horse when their women cannot satisfy them anymore… and they kill every minute.” Mars says outrageously, almost whispering the last part.

Adira crunches her nose in slight disgust. She knew her brother frequented the brothels. She remembers finding him after a banquet with three of the pleasure girls naked. A sight she wished to forget.

Adira decides not to believe him. If the Dothrakis are civil enough to write to House Odarys then they do not sleep with their horses.

“Good thing you are not father, then. I will heal the Khal and father will agree with me.” She huffs and walks away towards the small castle mentally planning what she would bring to Essos.

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Koalak II

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Lord Firenze Odarys

Adira hurried off to her chambers, excited that her life was finally getting somewhere. She always felt she was wasting away in her father's keep. But she did not want to marry like Lord Firenze and so many others suggested. She wanted to be able to control some aspect of her life and being stuck with a man she does not know birthing a child every year was not what she wanted.

On her way to her chambers, she spotted Felix, a young stable boy and asks him if he could start getting her horse Auburn ready for a journey.

The young stable boy was very perplexed as he did not hear anything about a journey, but he still started doing the work asked of him.

Getting to her chambers, she immediately started packing a trunk. She put a few dresses in but mostly trousers and shirts that did not look special. She knew that the Dothrakis did not stay in one place and settled, and they moved the khalassar moves a lot, so she wanted to prepare herself for that.

Then she grabbed a kit that is always hidden under her bed that has herbs. Those were for hers; in case she gets too tired from healing.

Adira was in the middle of closing the trunk when her sister walked in. Adira looked at her and could see Ophilia was frowning and looked like she would cry.

"Do not start with the tears Ophilia. This pretense does not work with me anymore. I am going to help the Khal." Adira says her eyes rolling, knowing Ophilia was going to try and convince her not to leave.

"I am going with you then." Ophilia replies

"No."

"You really think I will let you go to these savages alone. Just because you got some powers from grandmother, does not mean you are invincible, Dira!"

It was true, her grandmother was a healer, but they all thought the magic had disappeared when her Lady Seraphis was not blessed with the gift. It was a welcomed surprise when Adira had the power. "Furthermore, father is getting a whole garrison ready to accompany you, anyway." Ophilia says.

"What? I wanted to go with only one guard!" Adira almost shouts and then she walks quickly out of her room towards the only place her father would be at the moment.

Ophilia was quick on her sister's heels, getting ready to fight to accompany her.

Her father was looking down at the training grounds where a lot of the men were training.

"Hit him Harder! How do you want to survive when you are in the middle of a war! And YOU! Did I say you could stop? You think the adversary will let you take a breather?" Lord Firenze might be known for siding for any winning team, but he is also known for being one of the best trainers and with some of the deadliest warriors in the seven kingdoms. The King himself would request men from the Odarys keep.

Hearing rapid footsteps coming towards him, he closes his eyes and sighs, knowing what's coming.

"My mind is made, Adira." Lord Firenze did not even look at his daughter.

"And I'm here to change it."

"And I'm here to accompany her." Ophilia adds nodding affirmatively.

"And if you think I will send my unmarried daughters off to Dothraki savages without guards, then you have lost your mind."

"Father, I have read about the Dothraki, and I know what they are, and I have to say, sending a whole posse to them might be like a threat to them." Adira was desperately pleading.

"I am only sending ten men."

"TEN! Send your whole army then!" Adira says sarcastically but her father raises an eyebrow.

"That might be an idea..." he mumbles turning to her fully now.

"I was being sarcastic. Please father I..." He sharply cuts her off.

"You either go with what I planned, or you do not go at all. And I know how much Ophilia wants to learn about the Dothraki. You do not want her to miss this opportunity, do you?"

Adira was speechless but nods her head defeated... She decided to stop fighting him on this as he might actually not let her leave or worse, send a whole garrison with her.

Diner was quiet. They all knew it was the last time they would have dinner together. It would be a while before they saw each other again in the same room.

Ophilia was fidgeting in her seat, clearly uncomfortable but she also had a question on her mind.

"For pity's sake, just spit it out, Philia!" Mars exclaims.

Ophilia squeaks in surprise but after a few seconds she gets the question out.

"I was just wondering why father is so harsh with the men. I do not understand why scream at them in front of the others when this is not a warzone."

Mars huffs disinterested and went back to the fish he was cutting up.

"A war is coming. I do not know who will start it, but I know that blood will flow in every corner of Westeros." Lord Firenze says somberly "The king will call his bannermen and my men cannot fail him. There have been whispers. The king is getting older, and his son will ascend the throne. Tywin Lannister will be the true king of Westeros." Everyone was silent...

"I thought Ned stark was hand of the king?" Adira says confused.

"He might be right now. But Cersei Lannister will not allow him to control her son. The boy is young and easily impressionable. In a few days' time, you will see, the old lion and his army will march to Kings Landing. The Lannisters are cunning and will win every single time. They have never lost but that is only because they are smart enough to know when to stand down. Dark days are coming."

The three children of lord Firenze were quiet afterwards, pondering his words...Adira knew her father was well versed on the topic of war and what it was like before a war begins, and she could only pray to the seven that her family would be safe and unscathed after the supposed war.

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Heirs of the Dragon

Starting a new series of edits where we showcase each episodes

Music: Dance of the dragons by Ramin Djawadi

My heart is shattered😭

All i have to say is if Dame Maggie Smith goes, i go with her!

Heres a tribute i made...i posted it to tt first then here

This is a horizontal edit.

KOALAK.

a khal drogo fanfiction

WARNINGS: mature content, sexual content, death and gore

Koalak meaning •/ƙõãłak

a person who seeks to cure diseases or heal injuries by means other than conventional medical treatment.

Since birth Adira was known to be a healer. The maester had shaken his head thinking the lady of the keep was not going to make it out of the birthing bed. Her tearing was too great but then the glowing started. And once it faded away to reveal a fine scar, they all knew.

The new babe was special.

All her young life, Adira only wished to help others with her gift, but she was always locked away by her father until one day she received a raven from the most unlikely people. A Dothraki khalassar.

This is an ongoing fanfiction.

Koalak is a khal drogo fanfiction that i am also writing and it will not follow the books so do not come for my head because i mentioned something that is not in the books..

Also, English isn't my first language but i do speak it fluently. Writing helps me a lot with perfecting my spelling.

Thank you for understanding.

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