Game of Thrones fans: praise the show because it has realism, isn't afraid to be violent with its characters, and breaks every fantasy cliche.
Also fans of Game of Thrones: angry because there is no sweet happy end where all the good heroes defeat all the bad villains and then live happily ever after.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?
Don't get me wrong. Seasons 7 and Season 8 are shit and have a lot of problems. I hate Season 8 as much as you do. But no “happy ending with a wedding and babies” (like in a fairy tale for young children or fantasy for teens) not the main problem of this show. Never been a problem.
"If you think this has a happy ending, you haven't been paying attention."
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Bridging two worlds
The two 'Targaryen family in the Afterlife' stories I wrote are in the same universe as the 'Night Songs in Old Valyria' stuff I wrote and intend to add to, which I have decided to call the Songlands. Now, wouldn't it be appropriate to write a story to link them together?
Sighing, Drogon leaned into the chin scratch his mother offered. His momentary thought of how much he had missed them disappeared when she spoke. "The dragons who nest in the cliffs have changed their songs since you came, son," she said. "Drogo told me Viserion's arrival didn't warrant that; nor did Rhaegal's." He purred softly, just letting her speak. Oh, how he had longed for her voice before coming here! "I see him up there sometimes. Balerion the Black Dread, said to have been the biggest dragon ever to live. But you were bigger and blacker than he ever was in your time, weren't you?" He barely managed to keep from preening at the compliment, opting for more scratches instead. "They were the last for the longest time, until you and your brothers came along. There were no dragons for a hundred years at least; maybe more if you don't count the sickly ones..."
The winds echoed eerily as beating wings crossed the starry sky in irregular flutters. The peak-dwellers were bustling about like agitated birds, voices upraised in uncertain, questioning song. "...They're calling to you," she realized. "They're waiting for you to sing, to tell them of what came next in the world they left behind." Stepping quite a good distance away, she gave him room to assume his true, ancient form, the massive dragon he had died as. He did so, for the first time noticing how the weight of ages had made him slow down.
The dragons above took notice in a hurry, dipping down for closer looks before returning to the sky. Daenerys found herself having to shoo Rhaegal back into the house and shout for Viserion to keep his distance... almost losing her voice in awe as Balerion the Black Dread himself actually landed before them for the briefest moment, regarding Drogon's immensity with a sort of shy curiosity unfitting a dragon before leaping back up and taking flight once more. The singing overhead became chattering before falling silent as Drogon spread his massive wings, took a deep breath... and sang.
"From the realm of Men to the ancient land I came, there to raise an Empire from the dust..."
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Starting to experiment with art styles! This is just the first bunch, I want to try like 10 or maybe 20 different styles. Btw, you are welcome to make suggestions!
You might've already seen the original, but this is a slightly fixed version. I don't like it as much as I did a couple of weeks ago, but I guess I'll have to stick with it till the end of the experiment 😀
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