Koalak II

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

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KOALAK IV

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"They are making them take out their weapons."

Ophilia whispered while glancing out the small carriage window worriedly, both girls could hear various voices coming from outside. They were glad, they were fast learners and could pick up on the language rapidly.

Adira was just breathing in and out and trying to prepare herself for what might happen. She had a long time on the road to think about what the Dothraki could do to her. A witch cursed there Khal claiming she was going to heal him. What would happen to her if she failed?

The locals might think she is a witch coming to take their Khal away. How would she convince them she was not a witch? What would happen to her sister if they cut her head off? Adira was not scared of death. She was ready to meet the gods, but she was scared for Ophilia. A young foreign girl all alone in the middle of a Dothraki horde.

The carriage door was yanked open, and Ramon stood there. Adira could see some Dothraki behind him. Most of them were looking at the carriage curiously trying to catch a glimpse of the foreigners but a lot of them were also looking angrily at them.

"My Lady Adira, Lady Ophilia, should we turn around? I could easily..."

"Running away from horse lords? That is your great idea? Ser Ramon, please. I Came here for a reason." Adira could not believe Ramon would suggest this. It was a stupid idea, but she was not going to tell him that.

Adira grabbed at her dress and walked out of the carriage in the blinding sun. She could hear the murmurs and whispers as she turned around and beckoned her little sister out.

Ophilia got out the carriage and instantly hid herself behind her sister.

A young woman approached them and surprised them by speaking the common tongue.

"My lady, my name is Irri. I was the one helping the Khaleesi when she was still here." Irri was a petite woman, but Adira could hear her strength in her words.

"Thank you Irri. I will be happy to help your Khal. This is my sister, Ophilia. She accompanied me to learn about the Dothraki. Your customs and traditions." I smiled at Irri and Ophilia stepped forward and smiled back shyly greeting Irri in Dothraki.

"Good. Very good pronunciation, Lady Ophilia." Irri said then she turned around addressing the crowd, probably informing them what Adira told her.

Instantly there was an uproar. The whispers turned into loud talking and Adira could make out some words, Witch, Murderer, Koalak Healer, Princess, Whore and many more words she couldn't decipher.

Adira decided she had had enough of the terms they were using to describe her and her sister and stepped forward and addressed them in their tongues.

"I am Adira Odarys. You asked for a healer to come and heal your Khal and I will heal him. I know someone lied to you. But trust me. If you don't trust me with healing your Khal, find me someone that I can heal for you. I will show you what I can do. I have never lied in my life, and I will not start today."

There was more whispers until the crowd started to part slightly and a young man walked forward gripping the hand of an older man. Adira could tell that the young man was no more than sixteen and the man he was pulling behind him was probably his father. They both looked alike down to the nose shape and the braid they were supporting. The only difference was the young man had green eyes and the older man had icy grey eyes.

"My father wishes to fight for the Khal again, Witch! If you are what you say, make him see again. If you can't heal him, the horses are not the only thing we will be riding."

Adira could feel Ophilia gripping her arm and pulling her back slightly, but Adira ripped her arm out and stepped forward.

"You can bring him forward." Adira was not scared of him or his threat. She knew who she was and what she could do.

The young rider brought his father forward and Adira could hear the older man muttering under his breath. Probably praying.

She placed her right hand on his shoulder and left hand on this face covering his eyes.

The man was shivering definitely scared.

"It will not hurt, we swear." Ophilia quietly mutters.

Adira closes her eyes and let the power flow through her entire body to her palm. She could feel it coming from her heart travelling through her entire body, even to her toes and lastly to her palm and fingertips.

After a few minutes, Adira smiled and opened her eyes, removing her palm from his face.

"Open your eyes and look at your son again." The man did so hesitantly. "I knew your son would have the same eyes as you."

Instantly, Adira could see the man tear up whilst he was looking around, smiling almost like a child. His eyes fell on his son, and he walked quickly towards him grabbing him by the arms.

"Tala!"

"Ave! You can see me?"

"Yes! She is a healer!" the older man says smiling and looking around.

The crowd gasped and a lot of them started walking towards Adira, touching her shoulder and hair, claiming she will bless them and their families.

"You have impressed again, sister. Father will be proud." Ophilia said excitedly.

Adira smiled but then felt a pull on her hand. She looked down at it and could see a small girl pulling her away from the crowd, then more women surrounded her. She quickly reached for Ophilia with her other hand and pulled her with them.

All the girls were giggling and Irri says excitedly.

"It is time for you to heal the Khal now."

They got to a much larger tent guarded with two Dothraki riders on each side of the doorway. The other girls let go of Adira and Irri pulls her towards the tent entrance. Adira looked back at Ophilia, but the latter was too busy talking and giggling with the other girls to see her sister getting pulled in the tent.

As soon as she walked in, she gasped seeing the much larger man lying on the bed like a statue. It did not even look like he was breathing.

His whole body was pale, and it looked like he was cold. And the wound on his chest made him look worse. It was angry and festering still with angry black veins webbing out towards the rest of his chest.

Adira glanced at Irri who was already staring at her.

"We normally leave him outside in the sun because he likes the warmth, but when we heard you were coming, we put him here."

"I understand" Adira whispers out. "I need the tent to be empty when I hear him. No one will be allowed to come inside."

"The witch said the same thing, she also said the dead would be dancing in his tent." Irri says quickly and clearly defensive.

"I am no witch Irri and I do not deal in dark magic. Only the one flowing through me." Adira knew it would take time to convince them, but she was determined. "Could you inform my sister that healing the Khal will take longer than expected please, a week maybe. And tell the guards they are not allowed in the tent when I am healing him."

Irri nodded and left the tent, leaving me alone with the Khal.

DOTHRAKI TRANSLATION

KOALAK: Healer

AVE: Father

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