Location: Winterfell, Westeros
Importance: Jorah Mormont's sword bursts into flames, thus revealing that he is Azor Ahai to everyone.
Yet even with my best fighting techniques, I was no match for Grey Worm.
He had been trained endlessly while my childhood teachings had been
more diverse. I knew a lot more about the world than he did but that
didn't help me in our fight. There was no chance I would best him now,
but I wouldn't let him know how much he had broken me.
Grey Worm
swung his blade and I knew this would be the end for me. No matter what I
did, Heartsbane would not be able to protect me any longer. But swung
my blade I did. As it cut through the air I felt despair and a yearning
for the impossible to happen. My friend did not show any sign he cared,
hopefully that same expression was on my face.
Just as Grey
Worm's blade was mere inches from mine, Heartsbane became consumed by
flames. Only fear kept me holding the blade. After a moment I noticed
that there was no heat coming from it. By how quickly the Unsullied went
away from my blade I could tell that he could feel the heat. Was this
blade truly Lightbringer?
The flames were enticing. At some
moments they appeared just to be like any other flames. Yet at other
moments there was an otherworldly appearance to them. They could be the
same flames as countless others from a fire. They could be the flames
that only the gods themselves could produce. I was excited. I was
afraid.
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