Okay, I'm officially lost.
For hours I tried to find a way out of this labyrinth. Swear to All-Father that when I get out of this dungeon, I'm gonna squash that spider. Should never have believed him.
This is all happening because of Stark. I better put more muscle behind that punch I promised him. Though for all that, I first have to get out of here.
Another groan let out of my mouth before I got up again, ready to get further lost in this bottomless darkness.
At least Mjolnir's with me.
Did I just think of the hammer as a person? Sigh. Well, it can lighten up the place, so maybe it's not completely out of place.
Time passed in here was lost to me. Thor's natural sense of time wasn't very good, and I have learned it firsthand. Makes sense when years would be hours for them—100 years is nothing for someone who's gonna live for 5000 years or so.
As time went on, my anxiety was getting the better of me. Not the fact that I'll be lost in here forever—if nothing else, I could always try to break my way out of here. The anxiety was about Stark. If I don't find a way out of here, then he's done for. And so is my chance of getting to a more civilized time, at least without going through a pointless war which has nothing to do with me.
For hours, I just kept on following the narrow dark routes, repeatedly hitting dead ends and suppressing myself from solving this problem like Thor would—with a lot of smashing involved.
Until… I smelled something. The place was smelly to begin with—trapped air and all—but this smell was different.
"It's like rotting flesh?" I pondered, but that wasn't right either. Still, it was something—better than nothing. So for the first time, I decided not to use my eyes and gave my other senses a try to save the day.
After another three dead ends, I finally found the place. And I could say that because this place smelled the most.
However, after seeing what my nose found, I wasn't that motivated anymore. It was a skeleton. Not just one, but many. Lying here—Odin knows for how long.
Were they trapped here as well? I sighed.
After giving them another glance, I was ready to move on when I noticed something interesting. Something I might have never given a second thought before coming here. I noticed the clothes those skeletons wore—at least what was left of them—were not rags or poor-quality fabrics which most of the lowborn wear in the city.
Curious, I got closer to examine the skeleton. I was not Lara Croft, but I could tell that these people would have been important in their time. So the question is—how did these important people end up getting trapped here?
My knowledge of Game of Thrones was only up to the first few seasons, so I'm certainly not lighting up any bulbs inside my head from there.
"However, it's worth checking out what I'm dealing with here just in case." With that in mind, I looked around the area, trying to figure out who these people were. Maybe I could find a way out—at least a clue.
Most of the skeletons were mere guards. The armor they wore and the clothes they had were enough evidence for that. So I skipped them all for the sake of finding the one they must have been protecting—or came down here to kill.
And I found it. A relatively smaller skeleton with tattered clothing—no armor—which meant this person could be a woman.
I searched and found an expensive-looking dagger. Not like the last one I had, so I was happy to pocket this one free of charge. But then I saw something the skeleton had in its robes that almost made me freeze on the spot.
"This…"
An oval object with a scale-like pattern on it. It looked like a rock if I didn't know better.
"Odin's Beard. A Dragon Egg…"
Well, I shouldn't be surprised. This is, after all, the castle where Targaryens used to rule. It would be suspicious if there weren't dragon eggs around, right?
It sized almost similar to an ostrich egg, however, the patterns on it obviously told me that it was no egg of an ordinary bird.
If it's really a dragon egg, then I certainly got something of a treasure here. As long as I can hatch this thing, that is. The red comet hasn't appeared till now, so maybe I got a chance—however, I've got no idea when.
Sighing, I placed the rock-like egg aside and searched around a little more. Got nothing, but I did find something interesting. These skeletons—they had many of their bones broken. At first, I thought it just happened over time. Then I noticed a strange trend—it was their legs. All of their legs were broken.
This definitely took me by surprise when I noticed the similarity. So—what could break all their legs together?
"Falling from a high enough place," I muttered to myself and looked up. Only now did I notice that the ceiling here was much higher than in those narrow lanes.
"Could it be…" I shook Mjolnir a little and immediately the light it was emitting was gone. It took some time for my eyes to adapt to the absolute darkness of this place until my Asgardian eyes spotted an almost negligible hint of light up at the ceiling. The light wasn't much, but in the complete darkness, when knowing where to look—I caught it just fine. And that apparently was enough for me to break out in a big grin.
"Seems like it was fate for me to find you, my friend." I looked at the dragon egg in my hands and gave my best grin to it.
But that grin didn't last long. When I brought back Mjolnir's light and measured just how high that ceiling was…
"I might have been saying this way too many times nowadays but, Odin's Beard…"
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