The Sorcerer’s War

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Oldtown – The Citadel of the Maesters

The air was thick with the scent of aged parchment and candle wax. Inside the Citadel of the Maesters, Harry, Daenerys, and Arya stood before an ancient oak table, its surface covered in maps, scrolls, and books older than the Seven Kingdoms themselves.

The Archmaesters, robed in their heavy chains, sat across from them, their expressions unreadable.

At the head of the table stood Archmaester Marwyn, one of the few in the Citadel who still believed in the power of magic. He studied the gathered warriors with keen eyes.

"So," he said, "you claim the Shadow Wyrm has awakened."

Harry nodded. "It's not a claim. It's a fact."

Marwyn leaned forward. "And you expect the knowledge to defeat it to be hidden in these books?"

Daenerys placed her hands on the table. "The Valyrians had power beyond what we understand. Bran believes they left behind a weapon—one that could end this war before it truly begins."

Marwyn exhaled slowly. "If such a thing exists, it will not be easily found."

Arya crossed her arms. "Then we'd better start looking."

The Archmaesters exchanged glances, but it was Marwyn who finally spoke. "Very well. The Citadel's records are yours to study. But be warned—Valyria's secrets were meant to stay buried."

Harry met his gaze. "We don't have a choice."

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Winterfell – Jon Snow's Dilemma

Far to the north, Jon Snow stood in the Great Hall of Winterfell, his hands braced against the map table. Snow drifted outside, the wind howling through the corridors.

At his side, Sansa Stark watched him carefully.

"You can't hesitate," she said.

Jon sighed. "It's not hesitation. It's strategy."

Across the table, Tormund Giantsbane leaned back in his chair, chewing on a piece of dried meat. "Strategy's just a fancy way of saying 'waiting to get killed.'"

Jon ignored him. "We don't have enough men to march south and fight whatever that thing is. Even if Daenerys finds her weapon, there's no guarantee it will work."

Sansa nodded. "Then we need alliances."

Jon glanced at her. "With who?"

Sansa looked at the map. "The Ironborn are still recovering, but Yara owes you. Dorne has stayed quiet, but they still hate the Lannisters. And there's Gendry."

Jon frowned. "Gendry?"

Sansa smirked. "He may not have a kingdom, but he's Robert Baratheon's son. There are still lords who remember the Baratheon name. If he rallies them, we might have a force strong enough to stand against whatever comes."

Jon considered her words. "And what about Bran?"

Sansa's smile faded. "Bran doesn't speak in terms of alliances. He sees the world differently now. But if he believes something is coming, I trust him."

Jon exhaled. "Then we prepare."

Tormund grinned. "About time."

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Dragonstone – The Targaryen Legacy

Tyrion Lannister sipped his wine, watching as Varys and Missandei placed small wooden pieces on the map of Westeros.

"We hold Dragonstone," Missandei said. "King's Landing is still in Cersei's hands, but with the Queen absent, the Lannisters have weakened."

Varys nodded. "But even a weakened lion is dangerous."

Tyrion swirled his wine. "Then we don't fight them. Not yet."

Varys raised an eyebrow. "And what do you suggest?"

Tyrion leaned forward. "We use the time we have to build alliances. Yara Greyjoy will follow Daenerys, but we need to secure Dorne. And there's one more matter."

Missandei tilted her head. "Which is?"

Tyrion tapped the map. "Cersei's child."

Varys narrowed his eyes. "You believe she truly carries another heir?"

Tyrion took a slow sip of wine. "I believe that if she does, it changes everything."

Varys was silent for a long moment. "You're suggesting we use the child to negotiate peace."

Tyrion set down his goblet. "I'm suggesting that if this war doesn't end soon, there will be no Westeros left to rule."

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The Shadow Over Valyria

Far away, deep in the ruins of Valyria, something stirred.

Beneath the cracked stone, in the heart of the fallen empire, the Shadow Wyrm coiled in the darkness.

It had watched. It had waited.

And it was not alone.

Something else lurked beneath the ruins.

Something even the Valyrians had feared.

The world believed war had not yet begun.

But war had already chosen them.