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KOALAK IV

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"They are making them take out their weapons."

Ophilia whispered while glancing out the small carriage window worriedly, both girls could hear various voices coming from outside. They were glad, they were fast learners and could pick up on the language rapidly.

Adira was just breathing in and out and trying to prepare herself for what might happen. She had a long time on the road to think about what the Dothraki could do to her. A witch cursed there Khal claiming she was going to heal him. What would happen to her if she failed?

The locals might think she is a witch coming to take their Khal away. How would she convince them she was not a witch? What would happen to her sister if they cut her head off? Adira was not scared of death. She was ready to meet the gods, but she was scared for Ophilia. A young foreign girl all alone in the middle of a Dothraki horde.

The carriage door was yanked open, and Ramon stood there. Adira could see some Dothraki behind him. Most of them were looking at the carriage curiously trying to catch a glimpse of the foreigners but a lot of them were also looking angrily at them.

"My Lady Adira, Lady Ophilia, should we turn around? I could easily..."

"Running away from horse lords? That is your great idea? Ser Ramon, please. I Came here for a reason." Adira could not believe Ramon would suggest this. It was a stupid idea, but she was not going to tell him that.

Adira grabbed at her dress and walked out of the carriage in the blinding sun. She could hear the murmurs and whispers as she turned around and beckoned her little sister out.

Ophilia got out the carriage and instantly hid herself behind her sister.

A young woman approached them and surprised them by speaking the common tongue.

"My lady, my name is Irri. I was the one helping the Khaleesi when she was still here." Irri was a petite woman, but Adira could hear her strength in her words.

"Thank you Irri. I will be happy to help your Khal. This is my sister, Ophilia. She accompanied me to learn about the Dothraki. Your customs and traditions." I smiled at Irri and Ophilia stepped forward and smiled back shyly greeting Irri in Dothraki.

"Good. Very good pronunciation, Lady Ophilia." Irri said then she turned around addressing the crowd, probably informing them what Adira told her.

Instantly there was an uproar. The whispers turned into loud talking and Adira could make out some words, Witch, Murderer, Koalak Healer, Princess, Whore and many more words she couldn't decipher.

Adira decided she had had enough of the terms they were using to describe her and her sister and stepped forward and addressed them in their tongues.

"I am Adira Odarys. You asked for a healer to come and heal your Khal and I will heal him. I know someone lied to you. But trust me. If you don't trust me with healing your Khal, find me someone that I can heal for you. I will show you what I can do. I have never lied in my life, and I will not start today."

There was more whispers until the crowd started to part slightly and a young man walked forward gripping the hand of an older man. Adira could tell that the young man was no more than sixteen and the man he was pulling behind him was probably his father. They both looked alike down to the nose shape and the braid they were supporting. The only difference was the young man had green eyes and the older man had icy grey eyes.

"My father wishes to fight for the Khal again, Witch! If you are what you say, make him see again. If you can't heal him, the horses are not the only thing we will be riding."

Adira could feel Ophilia gripping her arm and pulling her back slightly, but Adira ripped her arm out and stepped forward.

"You can bring him forward." Adira was not scared of him or his threat. She knew who she was and what she could do.

The young rider brought his father forward and Adira could hear the older man muttering under his breath. Probably praying.

She placed her right hand on his shoulder and left hand on this face covering his eyes.

The man was shivering definitely scared.

"It will not hurt, we swear." Ophilia quietly mutters.

Adira closes her eyes and let the power flow through her entire body to her palm. She could feel it coming from her heart travelling through her entire body, even to her toes and lastly to her palm and fingertips.

After a few minutes, Adira smiled and opened her eyes, removing her palm from his face.

"Open your eyes and look at your son again." The man did so hesitantly. "I knew your son would have the same eyes as you."

Instantly, Adira could see the man tear up whilst he was looking around, smiling almost like a child. His eyes fell on his son, and he walked quickly towards him grabbing him by the arms.

"Tala!"

"Ave! You can see me?"

"Yes! She is a healer!" the older man says smiling and looking around.

The crowd gasped and a lot of them started walking towards Adira, touching her shoulder and hair, claiming she will bless them and their families.

"You have impressed again, sister. Father will be proud." Ophilia said excitedly.

Adira smiled but then felt a pull on her hand. She looked down at it and could see a small girl pulling her away from the crowd, then more women surrounded her. She quickly reached for Ophilia with her other hand and pulled her with them.

All the girls were giggling and Irri says excitedly.

"It is time for you to heal the Khal now."

They got to a much larger tent guarded with two Dothraki riders on each side of the doorway. The other girls let go of Adira and Irri pulls her towards the tent entrance. Adira looked back at Ophilia, but the latter was too busy talking and giggling with the other girls to see her sister getting pulled in the tent.

As soon as she walked in, she gasped seeing the much larger man lying on the bed like a statue. It did not even look like he was breathing.

His whole body was pale, and it looked like he was cold. And the wound on his chest made him look worse. It was angry and festering still with angry black veins webbing out towards the rest of his chest.

Adira glanced at Irri who was already staring at her.

"We normally leave him outside in the sun because he likes the warmth, but when we heard you were coming, we put him here."

"I understand" Adira whispers out. "I need the tent to be empty when I hear him. No one will be allowed to come inside."

"The witch said the same thing, she also said the dead would be dancing in his tent." Irri says quickly and clearly defensive.

"I am no witch Irri and I do not deal in dark magic. Only the one flowing through me." Adira knew it would take time to convince them, but she was determined. "Could you inform my sister that healing the Khal will take longer than expected please, a week maybe. And tell the guards they are not allowed in the tent when I am healing him."

Irri nodded and left the tent, leaving me alone with the Khal.

DOTHRAKI TRANSLATION

KOALAK: Healer

AVE: Father

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KOALAK V

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If not for the paleness and sickness clearly tormenting him, Adira could tell the Khal was a handsome man. Golden skin, a scar on the left side of his face starting from his eye to the top of his cheek and he was full of muscles. Adira also knew that Dothraki did not cut their hair and the longer the braid, the more battles you won. Khal Drogo has never lost any battle, she concluded. She could also tell that he would tower over her after he was healed.

Adira shakes her head to get out of her reverie. She had a job to do, and she needed to do it and go back home as soon as she could. Moving around the bed she went to stand on his left side where the Khal's wound was.

The wound was angry and the veins black, but Adira was not going to be deterred by that and hovered her hands over his wound.

As soon as she started, she felt like that would not be enough and decided 'Fuck it' and climbed on the Khal, straddling him.

It was a very provocative pose, but she had no other choice. She knew that if she stayed standing her legs would probably fail her and she preferred falling on the Khal than on the floor.

Her eyes closed and kept on going, feeling the sickness starting to leave him and going through her.

A few minutes later, she could feel some of the Khal's warmth come back. But before she could open her eyes and check on him, she fell unconscious on top of the Khal.

'Your father is in great danger.'

Adira stood up from the floor she was laying on with a frown, looking around for the voice she was hearing.

'Only with his death can they be saved.'

Turning around quickly Adira could see a girl standing there in a light grey dress, holding a baby.

'Who are you?' Adira questioned. She had some idea who she was but did not want to voice it.

'You know. If I tell you, you are unworthy.'

Adira could tell the girl and child was fading away for some reason.

'Wait! My father's in danger?' Adira did not get a reply only seeing the faded young woman and the last thing she saw was the baby's black hair and his mother's silver.

Adira's eyes snapped open and scrambled off the warm body underneath her. In her hurry she did not realize her right leg was caught in a blanket and fell off the straw bed.

She was breathing heavily and did not really register the slight pain she was in and was still thinking of the silver-haired mother and black-haired child she saw. And quickly her mind went to her father, and she ran out of the tent forgetting all about the golden-skinned Khal whose Wound looked less raw and had almost no black veins left.

The guards at the door gaps at the commotion and almost immediately Ophilia had her arms around her sister ç, holding her close.

"What is it? Adira, please tell me what happened?" Ophilia was in a panic. What happened in that tent that made her sister run so.

Irri, who was looking at both sisters on the side shares a look of worry with Rakkharo and instantly walk into the Khal's tent thinking the worst had happened.

"A dream. It came to me. Father." Adira was not making any sense to Ophilia, but she was trying.

"What about father?"

A young girl approached them with a pouch seemingly with water in it and Adira grabbed it from her and greedily swallowed the water. After she was done, she was breathing heavily and trying to calm her racing heart and breathing.

"Dira. Please, what is wrong with father?" Ophilia had tears in her eyes thinking the worst may have happened.

"The girl in the dream said he was in great danger."

"Girl? What girl?" Adira was looking at Ophilia with big brown eyes full of tears trying to convey her fear to her sister, but she saw the denial in young Ophilia's face.

"The girl with the baby" Adira could not utter the name. She knew who it was, but she just could not say it for it meant only one thing. Death.

"You are not making any sense. You need rest and to get away from this sun. Come. I will draw you a bath and help you relax. Come." Ophilia was wiping her falling tears away. She did not believe Adira. She could not. She would return home and her father will be waiting for her and hug her hard and everything will be the same as it was.

Adira was staring at the candles lighting up the tent she was sharing with her sister. She could hear Ophilia rambling on and on about something, but Adira was not registering any of it. She had other things on her mind.

She remembered the old septa that lived with them. And she remembered something she told young Adira after the latter had told the Septa of a dream she had. A dream of a boys hand under a black horse. And then the young girl woke up screaming.

'Sweet Adira. One thing every child, every lord and lady, every king and queen must know. Dreams are meant to be forgotten. Remembering a dream only means one thing. Twas no dream, my sweet. Twas a message, a warning, An omen.'

Adira remembered giggling at the septa thinking she was funny. A few days later a black mare fell on the young stable boy killing him. Adira never doubted the old septa again.

"Adira! Are you even listening?" Ophilia sounded offended but Adira couldn't care less.

"We need to write to father. Warn him. His life is in danger." Adira got out the water when Ophilia started protesting, not caring about her nakedness, and walked to the small table and grabbed a piece of parchment and quill, starting her letter.

She did not even feel it when Ophilia placed a heavy cloak on her trying to cover her.

Father,

I hope this letter arrives to you well. I also hope you are faring well.

I had to write to you as it is most urgent.

Be careful. A dream came to me.

The stranger knocks at your door.

Your daughters.

Please, be safe.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐉𝐄𝐖𝐄𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐒

𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑟𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑦𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝐵𝑟𝑎𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑇𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑒𝑛 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑦𝑚𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠． 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑝𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑢𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛（𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑖𝑙 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑔𝑛 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑟）𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒？𝑂𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟？

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