AN: Let's go back to the basics.

The feather looked at me in defiance, just floating there... mocking me.

It was no ordinary feather after all, but the feather of the Phoenix that I had... crafted?... hatched?... conjured?... evoked?

Well, I wasn't really sure what the hell I had done during the funeral pyre of Ser Willem Darry, but based on the pure amusement, I felt rolling off of the crimson bird on his golden perch... I had done something right.

It had been three months since the funeral, since Dany and I walked into the fire and came out holding a creature of magic that had effectively flipped the board.

Will... the Phoenix cut a distinct figure. He looked like a larger, more red version of a raven, shot with golden accents. He was no raven, though; a slightly longer neck and plumage made it such that no one would mistake him for one, even if he was around thrice as large as a regular raven, closer to a golden eagle in size.

In the Unseen, beyond the illusory form, he looked closer to a bird-shaped mass of crimson flames wrapped around a golden, ever-burning egg made of sunlight and star fire.

Will had just become old enough that I could use one of his feathers to make a wand... a proper wand.

Sitting in front of the workbench in my workshop, I slowly willed the wood to wrap itself around the feather, the wood flowing as though liquid to follow my will.

The tip started to glow softly. First, it gave off a golden light before it slowly shifted to an angry red.

"Oh... shit!" I yelled, pushing myself back, falling away from the desk as my chair tipped back. In a flash, the wood turned to ash.

Right... it was easier said than done.

So, it turns out, Phoenix Feather essentially solidified Sun Fire, the same sun fire that ashed my old Weirwood wand.

'Fool,' the song-like cry of the phoenix echoed through my mind, the bird looking at me as if I was the stupidest person in the world for not noticing something so obvious.

While Will seemed to not like speaking like a raven, his voice was closer to a song-like quality that roiled off magical energy, and he could project the sentiments of his thoughts... at least to my own mind.

I rose to my feet, a flick of my hand righting the chair in a display of wandless magic that would have been impossible just a few months ago.

It was hard for me to admit, but Will... he had changed the nature of the very magic itself.

Whereas before, Magical Energy felt like small puddles, now, it was as though there was a source of magical energy that was seemingly unending.

There were sources, old ones grown through the death of thousands like The House of Black and White, or new ones like the Dragon Well that I had accidentally created through my experiments with potion. These sources, while not necessarily finite, limited the power of magic I could bring to bear... even then, Weirwood was the only means I had of tapping into said energy field.

Not to mention the ease with which I could channel the spells through my own body now.

The funeral pyre had done something to both my body and soul. It had burned away anything that was physically subpar while... consolidating my very soul. I could feel the soul-stuff I had bound through the many rituals was simply my own soul now.

I sighed... once more regretting that I was not more into the Cultivation bullshit that seemed to have some grounding in this world's magic.

My eyes turned to the Phoenix Feather that was floating on the desk, now covered with a circle of wood ash.

'At least the feather was not burned up,' I thought to myself, looking at one of the jars that contained the floating fire that had consumed the Ash and Phoenix Feather wand and refused to go out.

I was still not sure what went wrong with that one... or how to put it out.

"Wiz?" came the voice of Dany "Are you busy? Belle said you were locked in your workshop for hours again."

"I am working," I said as my seven-year-old sister entered, a tray holding a tea set behind her... though unlike me, she still had a wand of dragon bone to cast her spells, not that she could not pull off some of the first spells without it now...

'Just like me...' I thought, my mind going back to the fire that we had walked into.

Her short hair grew back as platinum instead of the golden silver it had been. I was not sure what the color difference was, but in the Unseen, her new hair was glowing, while it had not before, so I chalked it up to that. 'To think that she figured out a hair growth potion just to get her hair back,' I mentally mused, getting a glare from my sister for my silence. Who knew knotgrass could be used as the basis of a potion for that.

My fingers passed through my own hair, now shoulder length. Just because I did not come up with the idea did not mean I was not using it. I sort of liked sporting the the shoulder length pretty boy style. It still felt weird to have the feeling on my right hand back, the skin being restored from the funeral fire, even if it now sported small scale like patterns instead of a smooth human skin, a side effect of spiritual bleed-through from the snake skin I used.

"The feather will be the core of my next wand," I explained as Dany pulled a chair next to me, listening carefully, "but it is not cooperating; the power is too... explosive."

Dany hummed as she sipped from her tea, humming to herself.

For someone who was barely eight years old, Dany was definitely a genius. While she did not have the experience or insight into magic that I had, the speed at which she picked up spells or advanced magical concepts still astounded me.

"Does it have to be wood?" she asked, looking at her wand, which she had placed next to the feather. I had unlocked it fully, adding obsidian, moonstone, and sunstone, along with a dash of the phoenix ash from the funeral pyre that birthed said phoenix.

"Not necessarily..." I countered, knowing that bones could also be used. "The wood acts to form a spiritual resonance with the wielder, but it also taps into the natural reserves of magical energy around you... amplifies your own magic through sorcery... without the user needing to consciously control external magical energy," I explained, "I cannot use Dragon Bone, mostly because I do not know which dragon I had initially used for my first wand and once bonded replacing that bond is impossible for humans."

Luckily, Will had small amounts of the dragon bone I had used, making his fire useful as a bridge should I ever get my hands on some dragon eggs.

Leaning back and glaring at the feather mocking me, I summoned the tea cup to my hand through wandless magic.

Telekinesis was the ability I learned from the Moonsingers, trading off some of the control over Braavos along with a staff of Moonstone and Willow that I personally crafted for the High Priestess. It was not full on telekinesis, having been closer liked to the tides and the gravitational attraction... but I had a functional wandless Summoning Charm at least.

"What about metal?" asked Dany, "it can act as a barrier for the magic, right?" making me sigh at the fact that I had not thought of such an obvious thing before.

It was worth a shot.

A wire of Valyrian Steel was wrapped around the core to contain and direct the power.

Around it grew the wooden shell, the best I could do for the first test.

As I waved the wand, it sputtered, spellfire exploding out both ends, as the wand wrenched itself out of my hand.

"God... damn it!" I growled, watching as the wand exploded from both ends upon impact with the floor and flew into the air once more, somehow ending up being embedded into the ceiling, buried halfway through.

Dany barely looked up from the scroll she was reading on the corner, behind the Shield Charm she had cast.

I replaced the Valyrian Steel wire around the core with steel made out of the blood-iron of a dozen ravens, along with Weirwood ash, which countered the random Magical Energy release from the Valyrian Steel. It also formed a nice homage to my first wand, as the Weirwood still played a role.

One end of the wire had been beaten thin, forming an indent that the quill of the Phoenix Feather could stick to, acting as a cap to limit the flow of energy out only one end.

The white wire wrapped around the feather, and wood wrapped around that, a special version of a powerful tree grown in a soil that contained dragon-bone as I had chosen specifically the Elderberry to grow the wood around the core.

I did not know why I chose Elder... it just felt right, I suppose. I knew that the Elder and Rowan had a connection, but a part of it was to see if I could, and the rest was the realization that with the birth of a phoenix... I was one of the most powerful Sorcerers on the planet... at least based on the rumors I had been collecting.

Be it arrogance or madness, I knew that no other wood would work now that I had shown my mastery over the more complex aspects of magic.

The Elder wood grew around the core wrapped with the wire, forming a comfortable handle out of the roots, while the body tapered to a point. I had finished it off by bonding the core with the Obsidian, Sunstone, and Moonstone to the core.

The result was an Elder and Phoenix Feather Wand, thirteen inches and reasonably flexible despite having some metal for core... it made magic as easy as breathing after the first wave of it released a cry of the firebird that left the room far too warm for most.

I waved the wand, causing it to explode and take my eyebrows... when I just wanted to generate fire.

On the one hand... it was a wand that actually worked, and I could feel that it was bonded to me.

On the other, my control was shot, and I needed to spend some time trying to adjust my spells to the new wand.

I sighed after some mental calculations to balance intent with the feeling of the flow of the magical energy. Whispering "Incendio Draconifors", to stabilize the intent with incantation and action, I reduced the amount of energy I was channeling as I wove the wand in the air, flames taking the form of a fiery snake.

Right... different core means I had to essentially relearn every spell I could do.

The Revenge crashed through the wave as I rose my latest wand, forming a dome of ionized air to meet the seawater and the rain.

It had taken six months to complete what could be considered my third wand and involved me almost exploding about seven times.

Will the Phoenix had grown to full size by that time, looking like a larger version of a raven with red feathers edged with gold. Of course, in the Unseen, beyond the illusion, he looked closer to a bird-shaped golden flame than any creature of flesh and bone.

"This is madness! We have been going in circles," said Sajo next to me as I guided us through the storm.

"We are going as we are meant to go, Sajo.... it is called... Counter-Sight," I called back, though I was not as confident as I ought to be.

There was a lot on my mind as I had made the plan to leave Braavos. Unfortunately, I was not sure how good at divination other people in this world were, so I was not thinking of my destination, using Occlumency to keep it from even subconsciously being acknowledged. That also meant that I needed alternate methods of navigation.

Leaving Braavos was my decision, a temporary vacation while I worked to figure out the exact mechanisms that would allow me to convert Phoenix Ash into Floo Powder for easier transportation.

Instead, I had to confuse even myself as we traveled through the seas to our destination.

Destination that I kind of... sort of... forgot.

Well, I did not really forget; more... mentally suppressed.

My study into divination allowed me to understand that decisions solidified possibilities. As intent formed action, without intent, the future was less defined.

Combining Occlumency and Desire-based magic ought to be enough to confuse anyone sneaking a peak into the future as we made it to our first destination. I got the idea from the newer Harry Potter movies. It's not exactly a box of worms I liked to open for my bag of magic tricks, but the idea of Counter-Sight had merit, even if the application left a lot to be desired.

Speaking of desire, my hand drifted to the compass in my belt, affectionately called the Wayfinder. The needle was made from Valyrian Steel and embossed with glyphs on one end that translated to 'Desire,' 'Need, ' and 'Seek. ' I had, through magic, inspired by the Compass of Jack Sparrow... with bits and pieces from the Mirror of Erised along the way.

It was a tool that was completely divination-proof as far as I could tell, as it was made from Valyrian Steel and still held the enchantments for the one using it to find what they desired. A rather finicky bit of Divination Magic that leveraged the magnetized and shadow-bound steel.

Valyrian Steel was virtually immune to magic... it's nature absorbing and repurposing the magic into a form that sustained itself. For a knife, it made the blade sharper, as was the essence of a blade. For a chain, it was... ironically, a binding, lest you were attuned and linked your soul to the chain through your blood.

It made Valyrian Steel impossible to scry. It protected the owners of the Spells Steel from being observed unless you already had a direct link to them or indirect methods.

For the case of the magnetized needle... it was really good at pointing at things... the added runes acted as a guide for what that thing was.

The needle had been rather erratic for the last week on the sea as we lost sight of the Titan of Braavos.

Unfortunately, as was the case when Magic met Real World, it did not really scream competent when your Captain, yours truly, decided to run around in circles and double back for nearly a week of sea travel.

Alright, so, first problem: we ran into a storm... and navigating out of it was a bit of an issue since the thrice-damned thing was just following us.

"This storm and fog are not natural," noted Wat the Brains on the second day of our journey, looking at the heavy fog before a wave of my staff pushed it back and away from the ship.

"Of course not. We are being tracked," I countered as the fog settled all around us.

With the other ship I had in my small naval resources docked at Braavos in trust of the Sealord, I really did not like Revenge getting into a fight with whatever was after us.

"I got eyes on the target, boss," screamed Wat the Eyes, pointing at the location. "It is a large red eye on black sails."

So the Crows-Eye actually came to play. Not unexpected... I had pulled a Batman and actually prepared for this... and you know what they say about Wizards with prep time.

"Alright, Sajo, get them to chase us... Morna, have your men fetch the barrels that have the image of a crow on it, with a large red X on top," I said,

"You know who it is?" asked Ser Richard, standing next to me.

"Euron Greyjoy, also called Crows Eye," I said, "He is a dabbler of Magic and a Rogue Greenseer from what I know... overall, bad news. I have been keeping an eye on people, and he is on the top of the people I wouldn't mind killing,"

Euron Greyjoy was an enigma to me. According to some, he was a charlatan playing at having magic. To others, he was the mad disciple of the Greenseer or his failed successor. To the rare few, Euron Greyjoy had died, and what was occupying his meat suit was an eldritch horror.

I really hoped it was not the last one... I was not equipped to handle the Eldritch.

I was not sending Morrigan after him, as he was still a skinchanger, and the magic of Morrigan's shadow-bodies were unstable at best of times.

"You expected this?" asked Ser Richard, his tone less surprised and more resigned.

"Expecting is a strong word... prepared for... that is more accurate," I countered. I had my pride as a Wizard after all.

The protection Braavos provided was beyond anything I had thought of. I knew that I could not spend more time in Braavos, given how the rest of the people with power were chafing with our presence. The smart ones kept to themselves or liked the prestige of being associated with a Wizard and the last of the House Targaryen; the ambitious ones feared us. House Prestayn was not the first one to make plots, and they would not be the last... even if their sudden turn of misfortune had to be done in such an unpleasant way.

Staying away would give them the illusion of freedom, while I could control things from a distance. Leaving only a skeleton crew behind under the command of Bellonara, Queen Rhaella's Revenge left the docks of Braavos.

At the end of the day, staying longer in Braavos had not become feasible if I wanted to grow my more esoteric resources, both for political and personal reasons. The butterflies my presence set off were already being felt, the game-changing fundamentally into something that would make my knowledge of the future mean nothing more than hypotheticals.

I knew some of my enemies, and that was all I could rely on at this point.

With Dany old enough and decent with a wand to be a threat to fully trained knights, and Ser Willem... gone, I had to take the risk of traveling beyond the limits of the Hidden City.

That did not mean I could not spend the last six months preparing countermeasures for both mundane and magical trouble that we would run along the way.

The birth of a Phoenix had sped up my own agenda as well. I did not expect the sudden surge of Magic within the world from my act, but I was running out of time... for what... my Occlumency blocked me from even thinking of it.

Like I said, Counter-Sight.

Euron Greyjoy was not the only person I knew to have some divination-based abilities, though he was going to be an enemy one way or another. And he would soon find out why a Wizard with preparation time was a dangerous thing.

The barrel was brought out by the men, containing a modified Potion Base; the Blood and Obsidian were mixed with Weirwood Ash and left to absorb ambient magic, with the smaller barrel containing an inert mix of Saltpeter, Charcoal, and Sulfur that would remain inert unless blood was added. That is exactly what I did: dumping the black powder into the potion before closing the lid.

Next was the lid of the barrel, upon which I had carved a specific bit of Magic Circle, a Pentagram with a triangle in the center; it was one of the simpler and more stable Magic Circles I had come up with. The triangle represented stability, which in turn allowed the Magic Circle to be more stable than if it had not been used.

A pentagram, on the other hand, held multiple meanings, though the primary one I managed to find was the transformation that any five-sided geometric construct seems to have and, specifically for the pentagram, amalgamation. The lines met to form a smaller pentagram, creating a magical representation of the combination of individual materials to form a whole. It made alchemy easier and potions more stable to have a pentagram carved on the outer surface of the cauldron.

In this case, it made mixing black powder and potion base more stable despite the inherent instability of Wildfire, or rather the Enhanced Wildfire that I was creating. I was still not the best at Transfiguration, having only just progressed out of the Second Year Hogwarts curriculum of animate-to-inanimate, but I had a few tricks to speed up effects that should take years down to a few minutes.

Once the lid was secure, I held out my left hand and willed one of the raven shadows I kept up my sleeve to reach out, binding itself to the Magic Circle and activating, ensuring that the black powder started combining with the liquid base.

The three ravens I kept up my sleeve were now mostly relegated to emergencies, as the spell was relatively stable and quick to cast, making it a viable offensive tool with little effort... or quick and dirty enchantments that would last for a few hours.

I dropped the barrel into the sea, letting it drift.

"That did not seem to be slowing them down," commented Ser Richard as they passed so close to the empty ship. His sense of humor was... appreciated as it calmed the shaking of my hand.

The silhouette of Silence was hard to miss, and in the Unseen, when I looked through my enchanted glasses, it glowed like a beacon, almost comparable to the Revenge.

I held up my wand, taking a deep breath and pointing at the palm of my hand. A shimmering ball appeared in my palm, powered through the single Valyrian Steel ring that replaced the four individual ones on my left hand, quartered with the four gems. The shield contained the spellfire that I was building up within the shield spell.

Shielded Casting... a small trick I picked up from the story of a rather overpowered Slime was a method of Spellcasting where you wove the spell within a shield bubble. The new wand and access to denser ambient magic had allowed my knowledge to deepen, allowing me to experiment with more than just the basics.

The effects protected the spell from interference, while the best benefit was that it allowed me to cast spells over running water from a distance. Unfortunately, such a trick was useless anywhere other than at sea unless you were fighting people who could casually unravel a spell... I went with the assumption that Euron was on that short list of people.

It had its drawbacks, being slow and requiring a great deal of Magical Energy, not to mention that the spell was effectively double casting with the shield and the spell within, requiring so much concentration that it left me physically vulnerable. Even on board a ship, if you were aiming for anything that you were connected to with a solid piece of material, like the entire ship's hull, it did not improve much.

A spell over the running water, however, was a tricky business. Shadowbinding tended to decay, spells ran into interference, and even skinchangers were limited to their bonded familiars, unable to form new connections through the water.

If it came down to it, Sun Fire would simply overpower the interference, but that was the last resort.

The shield around the spell acted as a buffer, a secondary layer that the running water slowly drained away, unable to affect the spell inside unless the shield spell itself ran out.

"FLIP-ENDO!" I yelled out as the ball of magic rushed through the air, cutting through the storm and hitting the barrel.

Tricky thing, Wildfire... shake it too hard... and it explodes, jar it too hard... and it explodes, look at it hard enough... again it explodes. As expected, flip its arse over the tea kettle... and you guessed it, it explodes.

When said Wildfire was modified to include a more effective magical absorption ability and let in the premises of a magical power source that was a phoenix... the resulting liquid was going to be far more effective at what it was supposed to do.

An explosion rang through the storm, the Revenge making its way to Pentos through the Narrow Sea with a blue mushroom cloud at its back.

"You reckon the fucker is dead?" asked Morna, having overheard the comment about the Rogue Greenseer bit.

"I am not that lucky, but he seemed to have lost control of the storm at least," I countered as I kept an eye on where Silence had been.

I could feel the storm slowly lose its strength, and with a wave of my wand and a call of "Meterelojinx Recanto," I took control of the storm and dismissed it, forcing the clouds apart. As I pushed my presence into the storm, I felt something resist against me.

Lightning descended down, only to hit the water as the hasty shield of ionized air made the ship the least likely place to hit. I had been playing with the more physical side of spells ever since I harnessed Nuclear Fusion.

Lightning did not fall on a negatively charged area... hence why it was technically impossible for the Lightning to strike the same place twice in a short period of time.

I lifted my wand once more, repeating my spell while feeling the wand strain against the power. Unlike my old wands that lacked the oomph to cast more powerful spells at my disposal, this version had to be limited to channel just enough to not blow up the wand itself.

Once the weather cleared as my will broke apart the spell that Euron wove, I saw that the Wayfinder was pointing in a single direction instead of unstably rotating around like before.

'The Wildfire explosion must have disrupted the voyeurs,' I mentally noted with a satisfied smile before calling out, "Open the wings."

Sajo nodded at me and repeated the command.

The wings were a Valyrian Design, one that was related to the Swan Ships of the Summer Isles. They were large triangular sails that expanded out of the sides of the ship, like the wings of a dragon.

The result was an increased area for the wind to move... rather useful when you could simply will the winds to move to your will.

"Alright, folks, buckle up; we are about to break a lot of speed limits!" I yelled out as everyone braced.

"VENTUS SERVITAS!" I called, taking a page out of Dresden in the incantations department. 'Ventus' did not really have the power I needed when I used it to dry my clothes.

The winds filled the sails as we started heading full speed to our destination.

The Revenge made it smooth sailing after the initial hiccup, arriving in Pentosh a few days after the confrontation with Euron Crows-Eye, the Rogue Greenseer.

Dany seemed to be excited about seeing land once more, having been stuck inside the cabin during the storm.

At the end of the day, all my foreknowledge would mean nothing if I did not secure the Dragon Eggs before the magical saturation reached the point where they could hatch on their own... a small probability, but I prepared for the worst and hoped for the best when it came to my luck.

Now that I was armed with a wand that did not die out after a few uses and actually worked for me, I knew where to go.

I had the start of a rather unique group.

There was a small army consisting of three proto-Witchers in the form of Richard and the Wats, a seer in the form of Morna White Mask, two skinchangers, couple of dozen raiders, an equal amount of Braavosi Water Dancers with too much bravery than sense, a courtesan turned bard that made Succubi question their sexuality, an eleven-year-old witch with luck on her side and not to mention my little sister, who was well on her way to revive the Crimson Demon Clan if being a Targaryen proved an insufficient excuse the burndown stuff.

I had Shadowfax and his two siblings below deck, the three horses that I had fleshcrafted already the size of a Warhorse and ridable. Their body had integrated the Shadowbinding pretty well and made their body far more malleable for Ritual Magic, even if I had not gotten a chance to play around with it.

Huan stood next to me, the form of a large dog hiding the fact that he could grow to around twice that size with stone-skin, while Will was dozing, perched upon the head of the wolfhound.

The last addition was Tywin the Basilisk, not to be confused with the equally deadly and cold-blooded Tywin Lannister, which was made from the egg of a hawk hatched under a snake. While snakes did not have eyelids, a slight modification to the original ritual of hatching a hawk egg under a serpent allowed me to include additional eyelids from the hawks, the transparent ones that protected the eye from projectiles in their dives, into the serpent to protect everyone from accidentally making eye contact with the invisible beams of death.

While I was his creator, Lanna had instantly bonded with the Basilisk, a resonance of owning a wand with the Basilisk horn. Given that I had noticed that I myself had a similar bond to Will the Phoenix, I did not mind that Lanna had access to what amounted to a Weapon of Mass Destruction.

While I was going to name the Basilisk something along the lines of Bessy or maybe Sally, but I could not really help snort at the suggested name from Lanna.

Let's hope Pentoshi were smart enough to survive the experience.

The official reason for our arrival was to put the Pentoshi Magisters in their place... that is to say, stop their 'slavery with extra steps' that was their debt slavery in its entirety.

With the Iron Bank under control, I had the Sealord draft a contract as part of the payment for enchanting the Titan to sustain the protections around the city. It gave me the backing of Braavos in terms of dealing with the Pentoshi, and it was only one in a long list of 'excuses' I prepared to make sure that other people did not realize my destination.

While the mercantile layer over slavery the Pentoshi placed, using debts to force the slaves to remain as slaves, was inhumane, it was not exactly illegal as far as Braavosi were concerned.

Given that slavery itself was not a simple problem to solve... one that those who worked against it understood after a while.

What bothered me, and Ferrago coincidentally, was the debt that was placed on children, or ones they inherited from their parents to ensure they remained as slaves. While the general approach when it came to declaring bankruptcy was to go on a one-way journey to the House of Black and White for the Braavosi, in the rest of the world, the debts of parents tended to be left to their children, whether they wanted it or not. I was lucky in that regard. I still had my freedom, even if I knew it would be so easily stripped away if I stepped foot onto Westeros without an army at my back.

Now, we could not incite a slave rebellion in Pentos, mostly because that meant I would not be able to get the Unsullied the same way that Dany did. Being known for anti-slavery was not a good thing to do business with the Slaver's Bay after all. As such, I acted closer to a muscle, letting Ferrogo be seen as the one who came up with the plan.

The main problem, as far as the Sealord was concerned, was the fact that Magisters had a single silver bullet in the form of their wealth. They could, if Braavos pushed too hard, use said wealth to hire the Faceless Men.

Unfortunately for the Magisters, the Faceless Men were gone, and I did not really need an excuse to stamp on the neck of the Cheesemonger and his plots regarding my family.

Varys should not have made any move, including that trick with the Dornish... he was not prepared to play against me.

For Braavos, this was a power move: show off the Wizard to scare the Magisters into compliance and coincidentally allow said Wizard to reclaim some of his family heirlooms... not that Ferrego even had a thought in that direction, thanks to the compulsions I placed on him.

For now, I let the illusion hold itself. A Wizard was a dangerous thing to run around doing anything they wanted, but bound to a known entity; they were predictable, if only because they were beholden to the one that held their leash. I made them think I was held back by the Sealord, and everyone was less uneasy. No one wanted a Wizard that did as they pleased... and a King with powers over Magic was far more dangerous than one with dragons; people in Essos seemed to have understood that.

The Dockhand came aboard the ship, Syrio handling the paperwork as the representative of Braavos. I noticed the movement; some of the children on the streets were moving relatively fast in a specific direction. I assumed that they were the infamous Rats that Varys had come up with.

The Dockhand sent a runner to the Magister, though it took less than an hour for the Unsullied to form up in front of the Docks while we waited for the Magisters to send a representative.

"That is unusual," said the poor man as I noted the same sigil each of them had worn.

"Who do they belong to?" I asked the man who was panicking next to me. My people seemed to be itching for a fight instead.

"Slavery is illegal in Pentosh," countered the Dockhand.

"Still... who do they belong to?" I asked, pointing at their armor and the sigil on it. I may have pushed a bit of my presence upon the old man.

"Magister Mophatis..." answered the Dockhand with a sigh.

My wand slipped out of my sleeve, wrapped in a simple illusion that made it unnoticeable, while my left thumb ran itself over the Shield Ring.

"How are we playing this?" asked Ser Richard, reaching to my side with his wooden hand upon his blade.

"I can probably take them out..." I suggested this as I was not really looking forward to just cutting through the entire way to Mophatis's mance.

"I think the Wildlings are getting antsy about not being allowed to fight," countered my sworn shield. "You keep taking care of the problems, and they might get sloppy."

"By all means," I said, stepping aside before something flared near the Unsullied sent to intercept us as I turned and saw the three Red Priests. The two on the sides were male, carrying staffs that felt alight with Magical Energy, while the one in the middle, the Priestess, by the way, the curves of her figure, held a shorter scepter with a glowing red gem attached atop it.

I had considered the idea that someone may have used their Divination to see how I crafted my wand before I figured out methods of countering such methods, and it had haunted my nightmares.

My first instinct was to pull on Sun Fire and ash the three priests. While I could channel a limited amount of my strongest spell with my new wands, I was still wary of pulling the nuclear option.

I disliked attacking first, especially when I did not have access to all the variables.

The lead Red Priestess removed her hood, greeting us with a "Prince Viserys Targaryen, welcome to Pentos."

Melisandre of Asshai was easy to identify. Her red hair and red eyes cut a distinct image even among the Red Priests, as was the white-washed old lady image she truly was in the Unseen.

"Azor Ahai awaits you," the hag behind the glamour.

I looked at Melisandre of Asshai and considered if she was dropped on her head when she was a child... about five hundred years ago. That had to be the reason she had stuck to Stannis in the books, of all people.

As far as I know, the moron in red before me had the best Sight in existence, and having dumped wisdom, worse interpretations possible.

"Your Counter-Sight is bullshit," commented Richard as the words of the Red Priestess sank in.

"Agreed," I responded, "on second thought... you know... now I am kinda curious," I said with a grin as I took a step forward off the gangplank.

"Of course you are," bit back Ser Richard, as I could almost hear the way he was internally cursing Targaryens and their need to put themselves and others in danger.

I couldn't say I blamed the man.

AN: I know it has been a while, real life took some priority, and I kept changing this chapter and adding and removing bits, or writing future chapters.

Next chapter: Wizard vs Red Priests... or is it?