Chapter 136:

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Chapter 136:

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Fire was both life and death, innovation and destruction, the means to an end, whether that end was good or bad, depended on the person, fire was only a tool, what you could do with it well, that was up to the person in question.

For me, fire was like a way to release my pent up anger and frustration, I didn't ask for anything of this, yet I was the one that had to deal with it, and using my fire, helped me alleviate that pain, it was like taking part of that load in my back as a fuel, it was liberating, the more I learned how to use my fire, the better I felt, of course, the feeling of relief was only temporary, for the weight on my back would always come back, but for that brief moment I was igniting my pain away.

Was it healthy? Probably not, but the medicine for my pain was one thing, and one thing only, the end of this stupid song, for me to finally feel at peace, I would have to kill the Night King, and end this, once and for all.

But until I could do that, I would bottle up my pain, and burn that shit away.

But this was no way to live, I had to face my inner demons if I wanted to truly be free of my restraints, if I truly wanted to be free, otherwise I would be a slave of the consequences.

*Come, I have, Yrsss In need of me, I felt you were, Yrssss,* Roda cawed, as he flew over my shoulder, *Troubled mind you have, peace at yourself you can't achieve,*

I looked at the Raven, with curiosity, "Any ideas?"

*Yrsss, meditate you must, for the answer lies within you,* Roda cawed in answer.

"Meditation, well not that I have anything to lose," I sighed, perhaps it was worth giving it a chance.

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[Three Eyed Raven POV]

The night had finally done it he had managed to resurrect one of the oldest dragons in existence, to serve him. And he now had everything he needed to destroy the barrier keeping him from reaching the world of the living behind the wall.

"Is he ready?" Leaf inquired, "He doesn't have much time left is he ready or not?"

"He has to be" I answered not really sure if he was ready to face this challenge quite yet but then, deep within the roots of the sacred tree, I felt something. Something unimaginably hot, as if the sun itself was walking on earth, a quick connection to the roots showed me what had happened a few minutes ago. Ronard was standing with his unique ravens and then. Fire, lots of fire, burning everything.

"What happened?!" Leaf inquired, pulling my shirt.

"I think we might have a chance after all," I answered, for our champion had defeated one of his enemies already, the one hiding within himself.

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[Daenerys POV]

The long night was coming, and we had to be ready, Ronard wasn't the only one that had stakes in this fight so he didn't have to be the only one suffering, we all had. This fight was for everyone, and everyone had to do their part, whether they like it or not.

"How close to Valyrian steel are the last batch?" I inquired, the blacksmith.

"Similar, could pass as one to the untrained eye but they are pale copies compared to the real thing," The blacksmith grunted, as he observed the blade, "But we are getting close, this last batch is better than the last one we just need something something we are missing,"

"Well, I heard the Valyrian---" I was cut off by the sight of a blazing inferno, coming from where my husband was training, no one but him and Neltharion were there the fire was so big, I almost felt the heat from where I was.

*Is that.* Qrow hissed, looking at the fire.

*Well Neltharion will never let us forget this* Rhaegal hissed at his brother, with an annoyed look.

*Yes* Qrow hissed back.

They seemed to be okay not worrying a single bit about what was happening at the training place, which probably meant, Ronard was okay, he was fireproof either way, but what type of training was he doing that lead to that fire breaking free.