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Zeus Almighty
When his foot lost its hold on the ground he cursed. The first real prospect of death today...yet not even the first this week. He wondered at himself: how many more times must he almost die in order to find peace?
He considered this question more than once in the time leading up to his visit to Dragonstone. His mind flashed to a time when his father used swimming lessons as a feint to try and drown him. He came back to his current situation and shook his head.
You were weaker then. Never again.
At the caverns entrance he paused to accept the heat coming from the mountain. The life of fire and blood would be ahead of him if he should succeed but maybe, just maybe, he could help usher peace back to Westeros. A fools journey he knew, but Arthor could never give up the dream.
Dreams...
At the end of each dream, they always ended with unnatural rumblings. Rumblings that peaked up from the chest of something larger than himself. Of course most would think him insane, and maybe he was, but Arthor had seen crazy first hand.
He grew accustomed to the heat quickly and pushed forward, having to almost drag him companion horse with him. He was where he needed to be, that was all he needed to know for now.