Koalak I

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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Only one word: DRAGONS

Talk about copycats🤣

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON Shrek Edition *:･ﾟ✧

KOALAK V

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If not for the paleness and sickness clearly tormenting him, Adira could tell the Khal was a handsome man. Golden skin, a scar on the left side of his face starting from his eye to the top of his cheek and he was full of muscles. Adira also knew that Dothraki did not cut their hair and the longer the braid, the more battles you won. Khal Drogo has never lost any battle, she concluded. She could also tell that he would tower over her after he was healed.

Adira shakes her head to get out of her reverie. She had a job to do, and she needed to do it and go back home as soon as she could. Moving around the bed she went to stand on his left side where the Khal's wound was.

The wound was angry and the veins black, but Adira was not going to be deterred by that and hovered her hands over his wound.

As soon as she started, she felt like that would not be enough and decided 'Fuck it' and climbed on the Khal, straddling him.

It was a very provocative pose, but she had no other choice. She knew that if she stayed standing her legs would probably fail her and she preferred falling on the Khal than on the floor.

Her eyes closed and kept on going, feeling the sickness starting to leave him and going through her.

A few minutes later, she could feel some of the Khal's warmth come back. But before she could open her eyes and check on him, she fell unconscious on top of the Khal.

'Your father is in great danger.'

Adira stood up from the floor she was laying on with a frown, looking around for the voice she was hearing.

'Only with his death can they be saved.'

Turning around quickly Adira could see a girl standing there in a light grey dress, holding a baby.

'Who are you?' Adira questioned. She had some idea who she was but did not want to voice it.

'You know. If I tell you, you are unworthy.'

Adira could tell the girl and child was fading away for some reason.

'Wait! My father's in danger?' Adira did not get a reply only seeing the faded young woman and the last thing she saw was the baby's black hair and his mother's silver.

Adira's eyes snapped open and scrambled off the warm body underneath her. In her hurry she did not realize her right leg was caught in a blanket and fell off the straw bed.

She was breathing heavily and did not really register the slight pain she was in and was still thinking of the silver-haired mother and black-haired child she saw. And quickly her mind went to her father, and she ran out of the tent forgetting all about the golden-skinned Khal whose Wound looked less raw and had almost no black veins left.

The guards at the door gaps at the commotion and almost immediately Ophilia had her arms around her sister ç, holding her close.

"What is it? Adira, please tell me what happened?" Ophilia was in a panic. What happened in that tent that made her sister run so.

Irri, who was looking at both sisters on the side shares a look of worry with Rakkharo and instantly walk into the Khal's tent thinking the worst had happened.

"A dream. It came to me. Father." Adira was not making any sense to Ophilia, but she was trying.

"What about father?"

A young girl approached them with a pouch seemingly with water in it and Adira grabbed it from her and greedily swallowed the water. After she was done, she was breathing heavily and trying to calm her racing heart and breathing.

"Dira. Please, what is wrong with father?" Ophilia had tears in her eyes thinking the worst may have happened.

"The girl in the dream said he was in great danger."

"Girl? What girl?" Adira was looking at Ophilia with big brown eyes full of tears trying to convey her fear to her sister, but she saw the denial in young Ophilia's face.

"The girl with the baby" Adira could not utter the name. She knew who it was, but she just could not say it for it meant only one thing. Death.

"You are not making any sense. You need rest and to get away from this sun. Come. I will draw you a bath and help you relax. Come." Ophilia was wiping her falling tears away. She did not believe Adira. She could not. She would return home and her father will be waiting for her and hug her hard and everything will be the same as it was.

Adira was staring at the candles lighting up the tent she was sharing with her sister. She could hear Ophilia rambling on and on about something, but Adira was not registering any of it. She had other things on her mind.

She remembered the old septa that lived with them. And she remembered something she told young Adira after the latter had told the Septa of a dream she had. A dream of a boys hand under a black horse. And then the young girl woke up screaming.

'Sweet Adira. One thing every child, every lord and lady, every king and queen must know. Dreams are meant to be forgotten. Remembering a dream only means one thing. Twas no dream, my sweet. Twas a message, a warning, An omen.'

Adira remembered giggling at the septa thinking she was funny. A few days later a black mare fell on the young stable boy killing him. Adira never doubted the old septa again.

"Adira! Are you even listening?" Ophilia sounded offended but Adira couldn't care less.

"We need to write to father. Warn him. His life is in danger." Adira got out the water when Ophilia started protesting, not caring about her nakedness, and walked to the small table and grabbed a piece of parchment and quill, starting her letter.

She did not even feel it when Ophilia placed a heavy cloak on her trying to cover her.

Father,

I hope this letter arrives to you well. I also hope you are faring well.

I had to write to you as it is most urgent.

Be careful. A dream came to me.

The stranger knocks at your door.

Your daughters.

Please, be safe.

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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.

You can also find this on the orange W app

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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