Chapter 53
Chapter 53
“Where are we going?”
“Forward.”
“Where to?”
“Home.”
“Where is home?”
“Somewhere.”
“When will we get there?”
“Sometime.”
“But how long…”
“Would you be so kind to be quiet?!” …And Bloodraven had finally lost his patience. But to be fair, he had little dealings with children or teenagers in many decades, so his frustration was understandable.
“But…” Young Griff, or as Brynden so snidely put it, mini Daemon was just as, if not more annoying than his famed ancestor. Bloodraven was dead certain of the relation, regardless of the fact that Blackfyres and Targaryens looked very similar. One just couldn’t pull off the same level of infuriating and not be some long-lost great-grandson or something. Although with his luck, his companion might as well turn out to be his long-lost great-grandson and not Daemon’s. But he refused to believe it. It wasn’t possible. Nope. No way.
“No buts little Daemon. We are going where we need to go. And we will get there when we get there. Cease your mindless chatter and focus on your horse. If you ignore the road for much longer, than the next ditch you fail to avoid will see you unsaddled.”
“Why do you keep insisting on calling me Daemon? Isn’t that your brother?”
“Yes. He was. Once upon a time. Though nothing good came out of it. And it’s not like you know your actual name, so you might as well borrow his for a time. You never know, you might be more entitled to it than you think.” Ah…. The nostalgia…
“Well…at least it is better than Young Griff. Since not too long ago I don’t feel comfortable to be associated with Griff anything. But where are we going? Seriously! With the route we are taking right now, the only thing I can think of us finding is some Slavers, a Dorokai horde or, if we are spectacularly unlucky, both at the same time!”
“Little Daemon, do you believe in magic?”