“Exile was my best teacher,” he said, “it showed me that the world is madness and cruelty. As his vision cleared and the lone stone man became clearer in sight, Euron knew what he had to do. In the confusion, flashes of his battle against the Blackfish came back. It was not long before the Crow’s Eye realize they were all one man. Euron tried to fight them all away, but his hands mostly touched air. After all, I have nothing to lose.”įour dead men converged. But if what you say is true, if Daario Naharis did not set sail on my say, mayhaps I achieved a lot more than I thought. “In these warm, bare shores of Valyria,” they echoed across the ruins, “I cursed the absence of my role in the rightful queen’s bid. The stone man came closer, closer, until Euron passed right through him and hit Cragorn instead, who tipped over. He went for the one on the left, putting all his force behind the shove. What made you forget of stone men in Valyria?Įuron lunged confidently, looking to knock him in the water, before he realized there were three of them. Fool, he told himself playfully, with your eye you lost all your wits as well. He reeked of death, and the stench was pungent yet known. Something dropped on their boat, lean, grim with eyes of blue and flesh black as malice. Gold was put on the table, and he seemed ready to set sail, but something stopped him. “I had invited him to fight with Greyjoy. “Oh, yes.” Euron and Daario’s paths had crossed more than once during his time in exile. “You think this will be payment enough?” Cragorn asked. It took the both of them to carry the horn of six feet long to their boat. The black gleam was blended with bloodred gold, painted on a warm and smooth surface. The pure, shiny reflection only Valyrian steel gave. When they entirely dug it out, it was as beautiful as the time when Euron found it years ago. At the sound, Euron jumped off the docked ship and ran towards him. “The very same? I have not heard of him in-” Cragorn said, before his arms hit solid steel. “I hear the leader of the Second Sons, Daario Naharis, sits there.” He spat bright blue phlegm in the Smoking Sea. Unrealized talent, put to as much use as nipples on a breastplate.” Uncontrollable chuckles began to escape him. “Where curious cultures have converged, and brave men stand their sentries. “Meereen,” he repeated, his other eye gazing at the ruins of Valyria with lust. He licked his lips, absent-mindedly fingering his dark black eye of malice. Euron got the impression that he had asked several times before, but the spirits took away his gift of hearing. His throat felt famished, but he had already exhausted the last of the essence. He had given himself to the spirits completely. “I could not care less if this place is cursed,” he said, “as long as pirates and pillagers are too afraid to come here and find my prize.” While Cragorn was digging, his humble boat shuddered as Euron danced on it. “I swear by the gods,” he said, while his hands grabbed mud and flung it on a small pile besides, “every time we bury it, it seems to move underground. Without the potions, Euron Greyjoy could scarce contemplate how the time would have passed.Ĭragorn and him took turns digging the area where they had last hidden it.
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