Florian, Braavos and Allistair had reached the Witches Circle. Nothing stood out, it seemed, expect from the rocks forming the circle.


"Hey, Prince.. Wasn't there supposed to be some kind of clue here for our quest? Where is it? All I see is rocks and seawater." Braavos told his King.

Florian got off the horse and took it to the middle of the circle. He felt something nearby, but was not able to describe exactly what he thought it was.



"Prince, I'm not too confident about this. There is nothing here. Can't we just ride back?" Allistair (To the left) might be brave enough to fight, but he did not like the unknown. And this was a quest of a dragon. Things could be more than scary.

Florian curled up in an inhuman way and looked almost possessed. "They are at our base. We must go back!" He flattened out again and breathed heavily. "Who is at our camp, Prince?", "Southern men." He answered. He had just seen them in a vision.

Three southern warriors was waiting for them. They were on a duty to kill of the Future King and his men, but it would be an equal fight of strength and mind.

"You shall not have my PEOPLE!" The Prince yelled stronger than ever. He suddenly realized something. What he was fighting for. What he knew now, that in order to be strong for the people he to be strong for himself first.

"Kill them, men!" Florian called his two followers and they would end the lives of the southern knights.

"Not a good day to duel a commoner!" Allistair told the blonde man and finished him.


"They're dead, My Prince." Allistair looked at Florian. "Let's throw them in the sea!" He yelled excitedly. "No. We must show the south that we are men of honor. And all men shall be buried - Enemies or not." The Prince told them.


"Aye.. Shall You lie here forever. Your debt has been payed with your lives. Rest and let the Gods watch over your forsaken souls." Florian said and knelt for a while. These men probably also had wives and children at home, but this was war.

"I think I'm ready now, Braavos." The King said to his friend.
"Ready, My Prince? Ready for what?" He asked looking confused. "I'm ready to meet the dragon, friend. And you shall not come with me. I need you to stay here and guard the borders."

Braavos was not all hooked on the plan. But he had now learned that the Prince was wise, and so must his decision be.


The Prince rode at dawn and somehow his heart was telling him where to go.

"Well, well.. I thought you might show up at some point. This will be our last encounter, you know?" The Dragon Lady, as Prince Florian had decided to call her since she was not giving him a name. "You. I now know who I am. I am Prince Florian, Son of Tyrion II, and I will not wait any longer. My strength is demanding you to let me see the beast!"

"Finally. You are no longer a boy. Go to the door and find what you are searching for." She said.


He touched the ancient door of and it would open for him. His loyal horse stood by.


"Accept your faith, Young King. This is it." The Dragon Lady said and this would be the last words she ever spoke to him.


"ROAAR!" A sound so dark that it could only be it. A giant dragon from lost times stood in front of him. What was this!?


"So, you finally came for me." The Dragon could talk. But only in odd words that somehow made sense to Florian. "We are one, you know. I am your strength." The dragon's voice filled him. He felt complete. Ever sicne his mother died and even before that he had always felt like some part of him was missing. "I shall go with you to war." The Dragon said.