Extra Stories 4

The silence is golden, the tongue is silver, yet, there is the only left bygone Balrog, for others are Phantoms due to cataclysmic events, the same one through whom the son is reborn as the wished daughter, and of whom becomes Blackie who transforms in both the Black Direwolf, rare as the dark-gray in Shaggydog, and the Primal Balrog. There must be the life, so that the life succeeds. Everyone battled their own separate battles within their realms, for each is different, some by Dreamers like Rhaegar in Dragon people, and some through Swan Prince, the First Mate of God Elf, or by their captivating instruments, instilled by captivation, violins and flutes or others, and Galadriel, the Witch Queen of Light is also the notable Dreamer, and the greatest power in projecting, at what you see in reality.

So, Warging in Starks through suffering is her discovery, while real Wargs of Dark Lord found the place in this world. Soothing and subduing to fill on the skin the full submission. What you cringed at, now you will give all not to miss it so. That is what the manipulating does to people. The surrogate mother, Melisandre, gave birth to the two sons of Lost Lords, that was the Pact, whom Glor took as his also, as Godfather and Uncle, and through them, even Celegorm learnt what he exploited now, for she grew matured later, after being born as the second child, the adoptive chimera human was the first. And what had stricken him is the fact of how people were interacting with you more distinctly, than when you are a man. They didn’t see women as something to be stressed about, even though, they can be the nuisance, the real thing were always the men, for they make the changes, and women only birth them? That is his advantage.

Let them think whatever they want, he knew what he came for. To find out where he is. But, the catch was, how can you find someone who is so deepened in the sands of the blooming dunes, that no one knows where or when, who or what? That was his to look into it, extensively. When all of a sudden, his Huan could smell it. They weren’t escorted, and they were welcomed, the people formed the lines, whispered and greeted by raining on them the petal flowers. He was mirroring her with such proficiency and deftness. It paid off, to study other people’s gesticulations, it was the perfected mimicry, developed to the last detail, and he was basking in his achievements of it. However, there was that one, with the serpent mask, in gold and in the red. Only her eyes could be discernable under the unrecognizable mask she wore.

She wanted something, she was sent for him, or her. All right, let her come closer. She must be, ah, the bender of the shadows, or the Shadowbinder, nevertheless, it changes nothing. Nothing to him, whatever they strike at him. As long as HE stays the woman, who would ever even take it against him if it is found out or that the real her is being double-crossed without even knowing. That was his crusade.
To see for himself, what humans may offer, more than just their frightful-looking sides. Revolting to the core, just because they desired the power above all else. Ah, such was the mortality in the men. He looks around. There was no woman, nowhere to be found. They never learn, once when we have their eyes on them, it is the mark and they cannot escape them, never, and she cannot flee him, she will come to him nigh.

- Easy, boy, easy, stop neighing, and tugging. – It is so awkward, so tricky to be a horse.

- Shhh, someone might hear or notice it. – You do sound like her and even look. If you do not watch out, you may even be banged. – Shhh, you idiot. – I am not the horse here. – You are the noble animal. – The last time, I was the rabbit. – You were the sly fox. – I do not even remember it so. I do not recall it, or it was some other animal? – You are saying that I am incorrect? – What I am saying is that… - Shhh, imitate. – I am whinnying, even exercising my hooves. – The horse cannot howl and yowl, and do not scare them away, they are not to be daunted, but awed, stricken by the silver appearances of the Second Dragon Queen, the Mother of Dragons, if there is such a thing. – Be more quiet, whisper, do not let them see. – And what did you want to say?

- Is someone looking at us? – The hazard is avoided, I am taking care of it, as you can see, no one is noting that I am speaking with my horse. – What about the Dragons? For how long they will last? – As long as I am in this disguised figure. And you still didn’t answer. – Yes, what I have been endeavoring is the aim of forgetfulness. – It happens all the time. – Elves do not forget details, the North remembers. – But you are not Elf. – I am a rider of one, what is the difference. – Ah, do not start it, please. Focus, we must find our focus. We are riding through their floored streets and concreted avenues of the gems and rubies. It is reflecting back at us, during the night, you can walk, it is distinguishing the objects, and when the light comes, it is all glistened and gleamed. – It is the radiance and vividness of the living rocks. – I can say that much. Oh, here she is again. – Whom? – The woman with the serpent’s mask.

- The bender of Shadows, the Shadowbinder, the one who may call and through her to be born again? – That is her. – Isn’t it prohibited? Such practices by Elves? – This is Qarth, Braavos is the neutral land. And we made our Pact with the people who live here. – Not to cause the entire collapse of the human kind. – That is the Pact. – And you are breaking it? – You are loving it. – Oh, let us sound good, look even finer and behave like one. – Together. – Together – she was still among the mass of people, she won’t allow them to advance toward, until she isn’t assured about their intentions, will they be ill or the good blood? It shall be seen. They have to lead her where they pined for. They may take some refreshing drinks or the small appetizers. The finger food. That shall be it. Entice her to them.
As though the Whispering Black Woods of Dark Wells weren’t there to tell, see what is ripe for taking, enfolding the bays and founts, ranging worlds and blending with the Misty Mountains. When Elves arrived, they were awoken by the dearest silver light at Cuivienen in the farthest of the East, where the Magic begins and where it will end, as the Higher Mysteries, the Little Science that is amplified when there are Dragons, the last of magic in the realms of the dead and the living. Never close and warmish as the Sun, but distant and cold looking, they were Children of Stars. All the while the tall baldachins were of stone and tile, polished and whitened, the streets are marble and Wall lamps were of the shimmery gladness, the market places were full and the children were abundant, resembling those of the elven, but they were without the ears which were guidelines of Elves. The one who may bend or bind shadows, give birth to them, is having the visions. Unhooded, unbinding. What was this?! It was crossing her indomitable psyche. She throws up! Clenching at her sore tummy. What was this?! She was panicking, fraught and deranged. Something has lost inside of her, she gazed up, no one has detected anything, except one man.

The hooded shadow. He knew what was going on. She was easily taken in, those were the old tricks of Elves, when you make an eye contact with them. If she didn’t protect her human and mortal mind from the one she met the eye contact, this is what may happen. And no one will come to her rescue or help her, because it was looking as normal and regular, the perfect pretty day. He had no clue why one Targaryen was here, the woman. But he is to find out. This woman was done for. It was for the best that he steps in. Later, she may tell to her superiors she lived!

- Come with me – from one of the shadowy corners, he resurfaced, taking her by her tight and toned arm – you subsisted. It was the elven ability, those wretches are practiced in the forms of the invisible art. – Invisible? – she muttered. – It may appear as if they are doing something to you, but they didn’t. She only incited it. You did the rest. – I lost her, I should have inspected her and… - Nothing of it, you will lose your health. Come. Tell me everything. – Are those your conditions? – Woman, if you do not have any desire to be a plaything to some of these things…

- Things? They are the most beautiful, the hardiest and the immortal children of God! – I see through them. Come or I am taking you myself. – You are not stealing me! – he roughly closes the gap between them, she is looking at his virile and mannish male features. He was one handsome man, too good looking. – You may choose, you are already nigh to be claimed, it is your choice, woman. – Will you take me back? – I shall free you, but first, I want some answers, who sent you and why. – What do you have with anything of this. – It may mediate with my mission. – I have nothing…take your hands off of me!

- No one is seeing you. They all watch her! Whatever you dumped here, it shall be cleared by night, no one even to catch a glimpse. You have no choice! – she looks right and left. In her hesitation, she was thrown over his broad shoulder, and led away. – She is the Dragon Queen of Gondolin and 7 Gates, from the allied Golden and Silver blue, of swans and fountains – unexpectedly, he let her go. Just like that. It was fucking daughter of God Elf.

This was changing everything. Why is she here? Since when the Elves are having their ulterior motives with Free City of Qarth? No, this was no ordinary visitation, someone or something, has betrayed them. It could only indicate one thing. They captured some of them, and they made them talk. But, still, why would that be of any significance, what is to come to pass in the secondary world? It makes no sense. Unless, Elves are here for they are hunting someone or something, they are here for that person. His buzzing mind didn’t give him any rest. There was no relief or the distraction. Yet, he gave the woman the Man’s elixir, when she drinks it and she will, she is going to be saved from the elven white arts. He knows her name. Quaithe. He knew each face of every citizen in here and this silver woman’s face didn’t have any sign of womanliness in her. No, this was not the Woman, she is masked as One. Under her beats a heart of man!
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- What was that?! – Huan enquires. – The shadow. I saw it too. – What about the woman? – She is free from any services. It is her choice. – She may leave. – But that shadow. – To our liking.