For the next three days after arriving in Astapor, Jon merely wandered through the city. Other than occasional buying a thing or two from the market, he did nothing.
Slyvia, the entire time, followed behind him with a perpetually confused expression. She did not understand what her lord was trying to achieve by all this. She could only try to understand what he was doing.
she did no...
2025-06-21 11:14:32 +0000 UTC View PostThe morning of the next day, Antonio opened his inn at his usual time and seated himself behind the counter. It was a time when hardly anyone visited the inn. For no matter how weird the wizards and witches were, they would not begin to drink early in the morning.
Antonio was seated behind the counter, reading the morning newspaper, when the door of the inn was pushed open. He raised his ...
2025-06-21 10:51:23 +0000 UTC View PostIt was the next day after Antonio had fulfilled his quest of getting a new wand. For the past few days, he had been going through inner turmoil. The turmoil was about what role he should play in the events that were going to unfold.
Only a few days were left for the year 1977 to end, and it was about time to mark the beginning of Voldemort's rise. For now, the Dark Lord was spoken of only...
2025-06-21 10:47:31 +0000 UTC View PostJon Snow was sleeping soundly in a deep sleep when a sudden jolt of the ship woke him up. He stirred groggily, as he blinked his eyes in the dim cabin light to see Slyvia also rising from her makeshift bed.
He stood up, unlocked the door, and stepped out onto the ship’s deck.
What greeted his eyes were the crumbling red brick walls of a city. Astapor.
These red bricks had gi...
2025-06-20 16:41:40 +0000 UTC View PostGarrick Ollivander and Antonio were finally able to take deep breaths as things returned to normal inside the shop. Whatever had happened inside the shop had given the wandmaker a fright.
He took deep breaths to calm his chaotic mind while Antonio made a deeper inspection of the wand.
Even though there was no physical change to the wand, Antonio could feel that the wand had underwen...
2025-06-20 16:40:34 +0000 UTC View PostAntonio continued to walk down Dragon Alley before he arrived in front of an old looking shop. Although the shop appeared sturdy enough, a feeling of ‘ancientness’ emanated from it.
The board outside read: OLLIVANDER'S MAKERS OF FINE WANDS since 382 B.C.
At a leisurely pace and with a neutral, calm expression, Antonio stepped inside the shop. It was empty and seemed to be devoid...
2025-06-20 11:50:08 +0000 UTC View PostA man with pitch black hair and dark black eyes weaved through the crowd in Diagon Alley. One of the most prosperous places in wizarding Britain. The Diagon Alley buzzed with excitement and fervour as Hogwarts was reopening after its Christmas holidays.
The students, along with their parents, were busy restocking their supplies or shopping for things they would need at Hogwarts. The poor ...
2025-06-20 11:48:59 +0000 UTC View PostA man from our world is transmigrated into the world of Harry Potter. But not the world he had read about or watched in the movies. But in an era before that. In the era of Marauaders. In the era when Voldemort was rising and was peak of his powers. In an era when the pure blood supremacist had absolute dominance over the Wizarding Britain.
Born as pure blood, read how this new addition c...
2025-06-20 11:47:18 +0000 UTC View PostSlyvia, who had been quietly observing Jon’s exhilarated expression cold not hold herself back aby longer.
“Are these swords… special?” She asked.
Jon nodded and replied. “They are made of Valyrian steel.”
She frowned. “Valyrian steel?”
As a commoner, her knowledge of legends stretched only as far as dragons. The name meant nothing to her.
Jon expla...
2025-06-20 09:31:45 +0000 UTC View PostAs soon as the three chests were buried by the Kingsguard, Jon felt a sudden force shove him backward.
The next moment, he found himself once again kneeling near the Weirwood tree. His breath was ragged and his back drenched in cold sweat as he gasped for the air. Exhaustion washed over him like a crashing wave and he could not even muster the strength to stand.
Slyvia, startled, ra...
2025-06-19 16:56:45 +0000 UTC View PostJon walked absentmindedly toward the Weirwood tree. For whatever reasons, he was unable to tear his eyes away from the massive tree.
The tree seemed nothing out of ordinary but there was something about the tree which Jon could fee. Maybe ancient. Magical. He did not know.
He felt a strange connection from the tree. As he continued walking towards the tree, a strange sensation...
2025-06-19 16:33:55 +0000 UTC View PostBy the time Jon and Slyvia finished killing the eleven attackers, the remaining eleven crew members too had arrived on the deck of the ship, drawn by the commotion and screams of the fighting.
Jon stood still, his expression unreadable, his sword dripping with fresh blood.
The fresh arrivals stared at the scattered corpses and a feeling of fear settled in their hearts.
Jon tur...
2025-06-19 11:57:06 +0000 UTC View PostIt had been more than fifteen days since Jon had departed on the ship White Harbor towards Sunspear.
The ship had already covered over half the distance to Dorne. In that time, the ship had sailed nonstop. It had docked only once at King’s Landing to unload some cargo and restock provisions. It would take another eleven days to reach Sunspear.
Inside their small cabin, Jon was tra...
2025-06-19 09:41:11 +0000 UTC View PostA carriage drawn by two horses rolled steadily down the road. Three more horses who had been loosely tied to the carriage were trailing behind.
Inside the carriage sat Jon Snow and his newly recruited subordinate, Slyvia.
Since his entourage had grown, Jon had slowed his pace and begun taking more frequent breaks. The remaining journey which was to take 4 days would now take double ...
2025-06-18 17:15:54 +0000 UTC View PostSylvia, though confused by the question, nodded fervently in response to Jon’s question. Was she already not saved? Or this young man was not going to save him? She did not know.
Jon lifted his foot which was still planted on the fallen bandit’s shoulder, drawing a groan of pain from him.
Jon picked up one of the fallen swords of the bandit and threw it toward Sylvia. She flinch...
2025-06-18 14:59:11 +0000 UTC View PostIn the past three years, Jon Snow had steadily refined his plans for conquest.
His fighting skills were unparalleled. Physically, he was stronger than any man and his strength was still growing. But strength alone could not conquer or govern a kingdom.
He needed an army. He needed resources. And that was something he could not acquire in Westeros.
The realm was stable, at leas...
2025-06-18 10:13:37 +0000 UTC View PostNed Stark was in the solar, rubbing his temples. Trouble never seemed to leave the Lord of Winterfell.
Rodrik Cassel had just informed him of what had transpired in the training yard, and he did not know how to react.
He knew and understood that Jon’s relationship with most people in Winterfell was strained perhaps with the exception of his youngest three children. But even then, ...
2025-06-17 18:40:17 +0000 UTC View PostThe rest of the day passed in a flutter for Jon. There was not much for him to do.
After that incident, an extra layer of chill had crept into his relationship with the Starks.
Though he and Robb still trained together, there was little warmth left between them. They hardly spoke, and though Robb had made a few attempts to rekindle the relationship, Jon had politely pushed him away....
2025-06-17 17:41:57 +0000 UTC View Post“You have anything to add, Jon?” Ned asked as he turned his head toward him.
Jon wanted to scoff. He wanted to ask, in what justice system is the victim asked to speak only after the judgment and punishment have already been announced? But he did not say those words. Still, he had to say one thing.
“Only one thing, my lord,” Jon said as he stood up. Despite his small frame, ...
2025-06-17 09:10:47 +0000 UTC View PostJon wiped himself clean of all the sweat with the help of a wet cloth and dressed himself in a cleaner pair of clothes.
He was itching to hold a sword and take the feel of the weapon he was made for to wield. But sadly, his room did not have a sword, and more importantly, he was not even allowed to touch a real sword.
With a shake of his head, Jon travelled through the corridors of ...
2025-06-16 19:25:51 +0000 UTC View PostJon’s thoughts drifted toward the gifts he had been granted, four in total.
The first, and perhaps the most important, was the power of Yoriichi Tsugikuni. What had Jon received from Yoriichi?
His physique and his unparalleled talent in swordsmanship.
Despite being a mere human, that man had once struck fear into the heart of a demon lord— Muzan who was an immortal being w...
2025-06-16 17:46:48 +0000 UTC View PostJon Snow or Aegon Targaryen collapsed flat onto his bed after his maniacal declaration.
He was only eleven. Eleven years had passed since Robert Baratheon’s rebellion. Eleven years since the stag had slain his father and usurped the throne.
Eleven years since his mother, Lyanna Stark, had given birth to him in a bloody bed at the Tower of Joy and, with her last breath, entrusted h...
2025-06-16 17:44:51 +0000 UTC View PostA young man, just twenty years old, lay on his deathbed, waiting for death to take him, waiting to be freed from a life filled with unrelenting misery.
He had been born into a wealthy and influential family, and he should have had lived a life that should have been one of comfort and ease. But fate had not been kind to him.
From early childhood, he had suffered from a terminal illne...
2025-06-16 17:43:44 +0000 UTC View PostCHRONOLOGY OF EVENTS
279AC- End of Robert's Rebellion
279AC- Jon Snow is born
279AC- Robb Stark is born
279AC- Daenerys Targaryen is born
280AC- Joffrey Baratheon is born
280AC- Sansa Stark is born
282AC- Arya Stark is born
286AC- Bran Stark is born
290AC- Rickon Stark is born
290AC- The other soul takes over J...
2025-06-16 17:42:39 +0000 UTC View Post