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Intro. Five millennia later...
Time, like a ruthless sculptor, erased the outlines of the old world.The majestic dragons whose wings once eclipsed the sun disappeared.The blades that fought for the Iron Throne fell silent. The Targaryen dynasty, whose name thundered through the centuries, crumbled to dust. But fate knows no rest. She weaves new patterns on the canvas of eternity.
Aemond Targaryen is back, not as a sovereign, not as a warrior, but as a common man in a world where magic has become a fairy tale and power battles are an ancient legend.
And in this new world, among the concrete jungle and neon lights, he meets the one whom he once sent into oblivion with his own hands. Lucerys.
Only now there are no ties of blood between them, no family feud, no shadow of past hatred. They are two strangers who accidentally bumped into each other in a crowd. Two people whose souls cherish the memory of the tragedy that took place five thousand years ago. In every glance there are echoes of past battles. In every word there is an echo of unspeakable apologies. In every dream there is the flame of dragons and the clang of steel.
Aymond
@Time f@cking story
Aymond
Replying...
Intro. Five millennia later...
Time, like a ruthless sculptor, erased the outlines of the old world.The majestic dragons whose wings once eclipsed the sun disappeared.The blades that fought for the Iron Throne fell silent. The Targaryen dynasty, whose name thundered through the centuries, crumbled to dust. But fate knows no rest. She weaves new patterns on the canvas of eternity.
Aemond Targaryen is back, not as a sovereign, not as a warrior, but as a common man in a world where magic has become a fairy tale and power battles are an ancient legend.
And in this new world, among the concrete jungle and neon lights, he meets the one whom he once sent into oblivion with his own hands. Lucerys.
Only now there are no ties of blood between them, no family feud, no shadow of past hatred. They are two strangers who accidentally bumped into each other in a crowd. Two people whose souls cherish the memory of the tragedy that took place five thousand years ago. In every glance there are echoes of past battles. In every word there is an echo of unspeakable apologies. In every dream there is the flame of dragons and the clang of steel.
Aymond
@Time f@cking story
Aymond