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AN: Look at the cover pic of this story to get an idea of Harry's crisis suit. I am working on the swords, don't worry.

Ch 5: Who's Your Daddy?

Hadrian Stark POV:

After spending two decades on the island of IB, I was ready to resume my tour of essos. But before I left, I needed a way to make sure the people on the island followed the direction of my vision. So I took a page from my previous life and created a wizarding portrait. This portrait was enslaved to me at the same time had my personality, knowledge and vision. Also I left pretty strict orders for administration for it to follow. It was basically going to rule in my stead. And as far as people taking orders from a portrait goes…

Well imagine this. If I were you and you were me. And I suspected that you were not only my Lord but also some kind of messenger of god or god himself because of the powers I displayed in front of you over the years. And then you create a portrait, much like the stone statues I have seen in the sept of the seven. But with one major difference, this portrait can talk and move from frame to frame situated in all major buildings across the islands. It could also control wards and thus was able to perform some otherworldly displays of magic. What would you I do?

Safe to say, they happily, willingly and reverently followed all its orders. I had also made sure to create a back door link to the portrait so I could give it orders from anywhere in the world with a simple mental command.

I left the Port of Ibben, my capital city of IB with two newly constructed, unique for its kind capital ships, made out of weirwood trees. I had to take a lot of care that no one found out where the wood came from or they would have kicked up a lot of fuss, which would have supremely annoyed me.

The reason of making the ships out of weirwood was simple. I wanted it decked up with runes and magical capabilities to the gills. And normal wood can only go so far.

I had created this ship, with the drumstag ship design in mind from my first life. It did have all the basic runes that my last two ships had. This included the isolation wind runes to direct the ships where I needed it to go at all times, completely ignoring those pesky cross winds; and the unbreakable runes that made sure even a missile wouldn't break a chip of off my ship, let alone those icebergs or errant sea rocks.

Also I had added the usual runes like Notice-Me-Not; Bothered-Be-Not; Confundus; Expansion runes amongst others.

But I had added two major game changing improvements. I had first of all added a portal creator to the ship. With it, we could instantly create portal just ahead of the ship and simply sail/jump to any point the ship had visited before. That is why we're going to our last destination first and keeping close to the shoreline so that once done we can instantly jump back to the previous destinations on the route, saving a stupid amount of travel time.

The second edition was, well a portal door inside the ship. I called it the Arch Transport. It was based on the vanishing cabinets idea, again from my first life. By the time I had left that life for my godhood, that idea had become fairly common and was used in everyday travel by people all over the galaxy. Since there were portal doors linking different planets in different star systems as well, people had started calling it the astra porta.

Anyways this was a very base version of that technology. The arch transport basically was a mixture of vanishing cabinet and the floo system of the old magical world. The difference being, instead of the fire transport of the floo it was a simple door and there was no walking through the fire involved. Also the floo needed a special powder as well fixed hardpoints as entrance and exit. The Arch Transport did not. The arch transport also had unlimited capacity of transport people and things simultaneously as long as they can fit within the frame of the door.

The one side of the connection was on the inner rig of both boats and the other side was in the Transport and Immigration building in Ibbin. I had anticipated that I was going to have to send refugees to add more genetic diversity to the population of my island and also to avoid a logistics and supply issue.

Since all the people on the island and on this ship had become used to seeing me create impossible feats of magic, they had become quiet accustomed to my magical miracles. So they all whispered a few words of awe when I told them about the ship's capabilities and then promptly got back to work.

Each ship was carrying a crew of two hundred souls. Each of them were the first generation of marines, capable of fighting on land and on sea. They had trained for a year before they were rated combat capable.

In terms of army, before I left I had to resend the order of creating an army, because an army without purpose was useless. At this point in time, IB was protected by the natural barriers I had created, so I was 100% sure there wasn't going to be an external threat to my budding colony. And from their perspective, I was not going to need an army for at least 100 years. In that much time, any army I would create would atrophy, with no conflict to fight. So I decided it was better to only create an army at most half a decade (IB time) before I left again for Westros. So I had commissioned a small self defense force to be created to maintain ordered and that was it.

Anyways, none of the crew of the two boats was the same that had been two decades ago.

Because of my magic and being keyed into the wards, I was immune to the ravages of time but other citizens weren't. Many of the people I had had started the colony with were now in their 40's and 50's.

But their age wasn't the only factor because of which they were not here.

No they were not here because they were now the pillars of the community and they were needed on the island, managing my interests.

So I had taken the some of the new recruits from the naval academy and brought them with me. Even though their loyalty was assured because of the magic binding oaths their parents had given me as well as their own awe and excitement at being able to accompany their god on his journey; I had put several spells on them to make sure they don't even spill the beans by mistake, wherever and whenever we make port. Their loyalty and secrecy was fool proof. It was going to be essential for my future endeavors.

So our first stop was going to be the Ruins of the Valerian Free Hold, but on the way were staying close enough to the coast in medium range of all the cities we wanted to visit on our way back. Because once we have traveled that route we could use the worm whole to jump in range of various port cities instantaneously.

Even with our rune enhanced ship it took a month to reach within the range of Valerian Island and that was only because we didn't stop at any ports for resupplies. I was going to have to make this quick, I still had a lot to do on IB and I needed to finish this trip and as well as visiting as many of the coastal cities I could by 6 months.

I was brought out of my thoughts by Alex Jackson, my newest second in command. Coincidentally he was the son of my previous second in command – Jackson. It was amusing to think that my current second in command was the same person who had peed on me when I had went to his hold-fast to name him after he was born. The mortifying expression on his parents face's makes me laugh out loud till this day. He was a boy, no a man of 19 now. And he looked it too. I on the other hand looked 13 name days old even though I was only 8.

"What? I didn't get that." I told alex.

"It's alright my Lord, I was merely saying that you looked like you were contemplating something my lord.", he said with a smile.

"Aa, that, I was just thinking about the day I named you after you were born and immediately after which you urinated on me!", I said with a mischievous grin.

He face got as red as a tomato as he hid his face behind his palm from which I could also hear a frustrated groan. "I know my Lord, My parents always keep reminding me of that. You know my mother and father still call me PP in private to commemorate that moment!"

"Haha, Serves you right though!

Anyways, tell the men to put on the full body Armour and assemble them on deck with their helmets. Those waters an hour away are heavily infested with stone men. The runes on the ship will make us nearly invisible to them, but there is no point in taking risk. Also I need to put a breathing spell and enhanced visibility spell on your helmets, that air over there is completely filled with ash and hence extremely poisonous. Also we might not be able to see a thing without the visibility spell because of the ash filled air.

There is a reason, no explorer or adventurer that has dared to ventured into the Valeria has returned alive."

"Yes boss. Men will be ready in 10 minutes.", he replied saluting and went off to assemble the men.

Once assembled, I apparated to both ships and put the spells required on the men. All the 400 hundred souls on both ships were decked in full body grey and black Armour, with chain mail, high quality combat gloves and boots. 200 men were armed with standard shield and sword, another hundred were armed with a mixture of brows, crossbows, shields and short swords. The rest of the hundred were armed only with a short sword on their hips as they were manning and controlling the ships.

I on the other hand was decked up in my magical crisis suit. Which was made of a conjured unstable polymer molecular blend that felt as if I was wearing world most soothing silk PJ's from the inside, but from the outside it felt like I was wearing a full body black colored amour of otherworldly material that was never seen before. It had the a glowing red symbol of a direwolf in the middle of my chest and two glowing red arrow shaped verbraces on my wrist. Those same glowing red symbols were on the bottom of my shoes hidden from view. All of them were outlets for channeling various spells in my repertories. Needless to say the toughness of the suit could have survived nukes, outer space and joy dipping in a volcano. This whole ensemble was topped by a relatively simple (only had unbreakable rune) but extremely stylish shining back overcoat with a hoody; Which by itself would have enough to stop any weapon of this time period. What can I say, I got carried away! The icing on the cake, however was helmet. I had basically copied Stark's friend – War Machine's helmet from my previous life. Let's see him trying to sue me in this life.

As we neared, the ruins of Old Valeria and the moment we entered the smog covered perimeter surrounding the Valerian peninsula, A wave of magic strong enough to throw me off my feet hit me. The air was literally oozing magic. And the taste of magic got stronger the closer we got to the center of the cataclysm which was on the island near the island of Old Valeria. The island which was ground zero for the cataclysm had, at one time, 14 active volcanoes. Which looked ominously partially active still spewing smoke and ash everywhere. According to the books written by the Targaryens, this island was a place for doing magical rituals and ceremonies. And it is said that while doing one of these ceremonies that something went wrong that led to the cataclysm.

I had planned to completely ignore that Island on my journey, because I was sure that lava had wiped everything of value out. Instead I had plan to ransack the three ash covered and ruined but still relatively intact cities of Old Valeria, Tyria and Oros. But there was something on that island that was almost calling out to me. I don't know what it was, but my magic was telling me it was something I had long lost, almost a part of me and I had to go retrieve it.

"Alex, change course. We are heading towards Theria. Tell the captain stick to the shore and find a place to either port or lower a row boat so we can get there ourselves.", I commanded gazing at the island in my vision and trying to discern my connection it.

I heard a "Yes, My Lord", but didn't pay much attention.

Soon I was standing on the island trekking towards the pull on my magic in the treacherous terrain with my routine of 100 men. After half a day of trekking I felt I was standing on the source of the pull. But there was nothing there.

I wondered for a second, if I was wrong. But then it hit me!

'It's buried. Of course it's buried. Probably under hundreds of years of ash.', I thought.

"ALEX, Set up a perimeter and then make up camp. Use my special tents. Oo and I am going to be using magic so don't be alarmed if something weird happens.", I told Alex and didn't even wait for a reply.

I took a couple of steps back. Closed my eyes and concentrated at the object that was pulling at my magic and reversed the pull. I could feel something trying to dig itself out from hundreds of years of ash. It kept getting closer and closer and before I knew it something flew out of the ground and barreled into me knocking the wind out of me as it threw me to the ground.

I opened my eyes as air returned to my lungs and looked at the object I was holding, it was an egg, the size of a football. And it was glowing white. Almost blindingly white and it was sucking at my magic.

"My Lord! Are you alright? Is… Is that a dragon egg?", I heard Alex say, with nigh but a scared whimper.

"No. It's not. It's something else, something familiar. I think I should know what it is but for some reason I just can't put my finger on it, metaphorically speaking.", I replied even without realizing it.

"Is the tent ready?", I asked Alex putting the egg down. To my wonder and all the men around me, the egg stopped glowing, turning into stone once again. I touched it again and it started glowing again as well as seeping off my magic.

"Y…Ya…Yes my lord. What… What is that my lord?", Alex asked fumbling. Ha. He really was green. And as an afterthought, it really surprised me that, he was surprised still, even after watching me do so many impossible things with magic all his life.

"I don't know, but I am about to find out. I am about to do something stupid. After which, if I faint, put me in my bed in the tent. I will recover. And whatever comes out of the egg, do not attack it! It will probably kill you in the blink of an eye."

Even before he could reply, I grabbed the egg, and purposefully started pushing my magic into the egg. It took hours and even my considerable magic reserves were getting dangerously low. In hindsight I should have just used the ward trees, but I don't think even they would have been enough. Just before, I was about to faint from magical exhaustion, I felt the proverbial stomach of the egg getting full with my magic. I got up from my sitting position and moved a few steps back, from the egg that was now glowing like a bomb about to blow.

'Aaa… in hindsight it might not have been such a good idea.' , I thought to myself.

The light from the egg exploded everywhere and almost blinded me. And from the screams of my men, it almost blinded them too. Everything around me was white for a couple of seconds before it turned back. Though my visor I could clearly see the egg that was once again a stone just split in half just sitting there on the ground. But there was nothing else there. Was it empty the whole time? No. I definitely felt something there. Then as if on instinct, my eyes darted upwards, where a bird made of pure white light was soaring higher and higher circling the air. It was also becoming monumentally bigger doubling in size with every passing second. Eventually I realized, it had become the size of the fabled Balerion the Black Dread and it still kept getting bigger while circling the sky. Its circling actually created a miniature hurricane on the ground. I could hear my men screaming some being tossed around in the wind. As abruptly as the hurricane began, it stopped as well. So did the circling of the bird made of pure light in the sky. Also it started shrinking while simultaneously dive bombing towards our position.

'Correction, not out position, my position! It's coming for me!', I thought.

My men were screaming at me to move. To flee!

But my instincts told me to stay. They told me, whatever that bird was it was never going to hurt me. So despite of my men screaming at me to move, my feet were rooted in place like I was a tree. They tried to push, pull, drag and one brave soul even knock me out to move out of the way of the giant bird. But I paid them no mind. I knew, I don't know how, but I knew the bird was not going to harm me.

But my men didn't know that so they kept trying to move me out of the way of danger. It was kind of sweet. But it was rapidly getting irritating. So I channelled a tiny bit of magic and let it explode outward from around my body like a shock wave throwing all my men a dozen feet back, who were trying to move me.

The bird of light when it reached me, had shrunken to the size of less than two feet. Still it had hardly slowed down and promptly barrelled into my chest once again, throwing me to the ground. As I shook off the daze and looked up, I saw that the bright while light slowly gave away to the image of a pure white…..phoenix. Holy shit!

Standing on top of me as if royalty was a pure white royal phoenix that I had read about in my old world but never had seen one. It was said that Royal Phoenix's were hundreds of times more powerful than normal phoenixes. The difference in their power was like comparing the power of a new born babe to… superman on steroids. It was also said that they could control multiple elements simultaneously. And I guess the phoenix in front of me having three tails; and at the tip of each tail alighted a different element was the evidence of that theory. One tip was alit with white fire, second with white sparks of electricity and third with white fumes of ice forming over it.

But none of that was even remotely important than what I was feeling for the bird right now. It was connection that I had lost, literally eon's ago, when voldemort had set up an ambush for me. She died trying to save me. I had lost my first and my best friend that day.

And somehow I knew it was her. Somehow… I don't know how… But it was… No not just her. Not fully at least, I could feel a part of me in her as well. "Hedwig…". I said softly barely a whisper, but I think the she heard it. She squawked, as if saying, 'Who else would it be, stupid human.' But then I heard it in my mind and almost had another heart attack of joy! "Of Course it me father. Who else would it be? I missed you father!"

I didn't even know I was crying under my helmet before I leapt at her and hugged her, laughing hysterically while doing it. I don't know, whether it was a cosmic joke or a cosmic gift, but she was here. My first friend, my best friend, she was back, and she remembered me.

I must have hugged her for what to me felt like hours, not letting go thinking that she might up and disappear if I do, and I would never see her again. I didn't even know when I entered the tent and conjured for her, her old perch, while I went in the kitchen and got her some pieces of meat.

As I gave her the food, she happily dug into it with abandon. I chucked as I removed my helmet to get a proper look at her. I guess being reborn creates an appetite.

With a look from the corner of my eyes I realized that all of my men were standing around the room watching both of us. But I paid them no mind. They were invalids. Inconsequential in the long term. Instead I concentrated on my long lost friend.

"Hedwig? How are you here? How are you a phoenix? A royal one at that?", I asked the bird. I had a feeling my men thought I was going mental. Because who would talk to the bird and expect one to answer.

And as expected, it didn't answer. At least not verbally. It however did answer using the telepathic link "I don't know. The last thing I remember was green light touching me while I was trying to protect you when the bad human with snake eyes attacked. Then there as darkness, then I came out of the egg."

I didn't know what to say. I was sad remembering one of the most painful memories in all of my lives, I was more happy in this moment then I had been in hundreds of thousands of years, And just as I realized it, panic set in as well.

"Are you here to stay? I mean there is never been anyone in recorded history who has bonded with a royal phoenix.", I asked trying and failing to not sound insecure. I was right to be afraid; I wasn't exactly a pure soul anymore.

Phonenix were one of the few magical animals that remained a mystery till the day I left my first life. All the information I had about them was from dumbledoor. And he was not exactly a reliable source. According to him, phoenix only bond with the pure of heart. Flakeys did visit me from time to time for a few hundred years after Albus died, but then it stopped around the same time I went around the bend.

Hedwig looked at me intensely as if judging my worth. It jumped from the perch, grew itself in size to come to my eye level, got close to me and before I could react, she used her wing to smack the back of my head.

There was no communication necessary to explain that. She was here to stay. Then she ordered me to place my head on her crown and complete the bonding. Which I didn't realize was incomplete. But apparently it was.

I touched her crown and let my magic flow into her once more, what little of it was left, forming a formal bond. Then I felt magic coming from her and entering my core. Both of us forming a circuit of magic. I felt her magic changing and charging my core.

I realized on a fundamental level what she was. She was Hedwig, yes. But she was also a part of me. Born of me, my magic. She was literally my daughter. I laughed, a joyful-burden free laugh that I hadn't probably had in years and then I hugged her.

I didn't know how long we stayed like that. Finally I let her go and she shrunk herself to the size of about one feet. And went on the perch again munching on her meat.

"So you are my daughter now, ae? I didn't see that coming. Do you still want to be called Hedwig? Or do you want me to give you a new name for the new life you are going to start?", I asked Hedwig, still completely ignoring the men around me who were looking somewhere between reverence, awe and absurdity that I was talking to a mythical bird like it were a human. Again I ignored them. This was more important.

"I think I would like a new name father.", she said telepathically. But all the men could hear were squawks and chirps.

"How about Susan? It's what I named my first daughter in my first life. I would love to repeat the tradition.", I said smiling, remembering the golden haired, emerald eyed happiest kid on the planet. God I missed her.

"I think I would like that father." , The phoenix told me via joyous agreement.

"I am tired now father. I need rest. So do you. I might have refilled your core but your body is still exhausted. Sleep!" she said with a glare. Wow never seen a phoenix glare at me before.

"Don't you take that tone with me young lady? I am your father, understand!", I said in an amused tone. She replied with an indignant teenager like squawk. Then she promptly cover her face with her wing and fell asleep. Or at-least pretended to.

I turned towards the still gawking men, who were trying to understand what was going on. Well time to tell the troops something.

Bullshit mode on:

"So, let me introduce you to Susan. She is a royal phoenix. She has control over elements of fire, ice and lightning. She was an owl and my first friend in my first life. It has literally been millions of years since I have seen her. When we were close to the island, I felt her essence calling me because of the bond we shared in my first life. She became a phoenix somewhere around her own reincarnations. My guess is that the Valerians delved into some kind of magic they really shouldn't have and either tried to trap her or summon her for their own selfish means. And it monumentally backfired kick-starting the doom. Phoenix's are not meant to be controlled by mortal men. They are forces of nature. When you try to trap a force of nature you pay the price. The Valerians paid it with the doom. She was trapped into this world in that egg. I released her. To do so, I had to share my power and she was born from me and my power, hence I call her daughter. She is now going to be my companion on this mortal realm.". By the end of my speech all of the men were on their knees, some of which were on it since they saw me talking to the magical bird, and now they were mixed exclamations of mercy, old gods, not being worthy; which started irritating me. I was tired and I was cranky, the sooner I get this over with the sooner I could sleep.

"ENOUGH!", I said pushing a bit of my magic in my voice making it sound GODLY and OTHERWORLDLY. It had the desired effect.

I saw Alex raise his hand to ask a question, like an obedient little school student. I found it very amusing.

"Alex?", I said prompting him to ask the question.

"Who really are you my lord?", Alex asked with a quiver in his voice.

I gave a loud booming laugh that chilled them to their bones.

"In my first life, before I became a god, I was called Hadrian James Potter. I have lived thousands of lives since then. And it's been literally millions of years since I used that name. But you know me as Hardrian, The Elder God, Oldest of the Old Gods."

After that pandemonium ensued. Fuck! Looks like it's gonna be a late night!.

When Susan started angrily squawking because of all the noise, I had to kick all of them out with the promise of explaining and answering all their questions in the morning. Which after a good night's rest, I did. Meaning I mainly bullshitted them.

On the next day, when once again I contemplated my connection with the sleeping phoenix; I wasn't, too much of my relief, turned into some kind hearted idiot. No I just felt massively powerful. Nowhere near the levels of my immortal form. No that was just another league. This on the other hand, I felt had quadrupled my power, after checking my core. The biggest boon was as soon as I used magic and my power went below a certain threshold, I felt Susan refilling it though our connection almost instantly.

I also discovered that she had shared her gifts with me. I could now control elemental powers she had control over as if it was breathing and I also had the power of healing, as well as super strength, super speed, faster than sound flight, as well as another method of teleportation. Also I had the potential to turn into a phoenix just like her, though I would have to practice. I never did try to become an animagus in my first life, because it reminded me too much of Sirius and Hedwig. Well not anymore.

What I didn't realize, was that both of us were glowing white light beacons while our bond was settling the next day. And like many times yesterday, it sent my men into panic mode, but they realized from previous experience it was not a good idea to try to do anything about it.

When the bond finally settled after 30 hours, I felt my magical core, and it had expanded ten times its previous size and it was filled to the brim.

"Are you well my lord?", a fearful Alex asked me, while I was meditating in the tent.

"Yes alex. I am absolutely fine. It's time to get to work. It's good that I haven't wasted a full day just meditating, but also doing echo location on all valerian islands. I think we are going to be able to finish here and leave very soon.

Now, get the special rune carved chests stored in the third door on the left over there. Fifty should do. Get them out, wake up the men, but do not wake up susan, she still need to rest.

I will be outside making preparations.

O and for fuck sakes remind everyone to put on the helmet before they step out of the tent, if they do not want to die a slow and painful death. I do not want to repeat yesterday's fiasco with snow."

Alex just dumbly nodded his head, and went to carry out my orders.

Thanks to the power boost, the echo location spell went way quicker and its reach was also greatly expanded. Because of it, I will not have to visit other islands on the Valerian peninsula after all. With the ritual I had planned, all the loot will directly come to me.

As I moved out of the tent after gearing up myself, I moved a good distance away from the camp set up.

Then I stopped, took out the small match box sized chest from my pocket, expanded it, and removed 7 fully grown weirwood tress that I had gotten from IB. Fun fact, the ritual I did on IB had a very unexpected but very welcome side-effect. Each of the trees that I had powered by blood sacrifice and had grown to full size; Were now spouting other weirwood trees. The excess power that was not being used to power the wards was being diverted to replicating the trees and this basically lead to a snow ball effect and now I literally had an unlimited and ever growing supply of magical power plants. To be used for any nefarious purpose I deemed necessary. One of them being looting the valerian peninsula of any shiny objects it has.

I planted the seven trees in a wide circle. Started drawing runes on the ground, where the weirwood trees would act as batteries to power the spell; With me at the center to channel it. As my men were bring out chest after chest I was plucking it from their arms using levitation and putting them at appropriate nodal points on the rune diagram.

Once all the set up was done, I sat in the meditative pose in the middle of the rune diagram, I pushed a bit of my power to kick start the spell and simultaneously opened all 50 expanded chests.

The rune powered retrieval ritual started with echo location senses spreading out all over valerian peninsula. On land as well as sea. Giving me omniscience about everything in the radius. My magic was slowly engulfing and wrapping around the items I wanted, and they started teleporting just about the open chest and being promptly dropped in.

I first concentrated on all the gold I could sense in the peninsula with 10 chests being completely devoted to that. God there was so much gold, gold in coins, gold in artefacts, gold in furniture (made sure that artefacts and furniture came in as a whole), gold in buildings, gold buried under the sea, so on and so forth. It took 5 hours to end the "gold rush" so to speak. Then I moved on to silver, bronze and precious gems. Once I finished I had seven expanded chest filled to the brim with them. Then I moved on to valerian steel and assorted artefacts. These included, swords, shields, crowns, Armour, artefacts and so much more. It took 15 chests to accumulate the horde. Then I tried to find books or any other assorted artefacts buried under tons of ash that even seemed vaguely magical. I filled two chests with it. Then I tried to go for books in general that were at least partially undamaged, since a reparo charm could fix them in a giffy. I filled only one chest with it to my utmost disappointment. Then I felt for dragons, the dead ones at least. I felt Susan from the bond taking interest in what I was doing at this point. But I continued on. The peninsula was littered with perfectly preserved corpses of thousands of dragons that tried and failed to escape the doom. I had them all directly teleported to inside of the chests, filling ten of them. Dragons no matter where they were from had some really good uses in portions. Then I felt for miscellaneous items like artworks, statues, tapestries that seemed vaguely intact and could be fixed with tender love, care and reparo charms. I filled 4 chests with them. Then just before I was about to cut the connection, Susan hijacked the ritual and started looking for something. It took me little time to realize that she was looking for dragon eggs that even had the littlest spark of life in them. She found 37. Through the link she prompted me to save them. I sighed as I wrapped my magic around them and stored them in the last chest. Finally I cut the connection, ended the ritual, shut the chests active stasis feature of the chests, got up, stretched my muscles and cracked my stiff bones.

As I looked around I found haft the men were on watch with a perimeter around me and the ritual circle; and the other half must be resting.

"All right boys, look alive! Put the chest back in my tent. Pack up your shit, we are moving out in an hour. MOVE!", at my bellow men were up and moving like a well-oiled machine. I saw Susan coming towards me and sitting on shoulder. I gave her a questioning look about the eggs. Its seems she got the message and replied –

"We need to save them. They are alive.", it was not a request, it was not an order, it was statement of fact.

Scrutinizing her for a second, I nodded. "Fine. But you are going to be their mommy this time. I am too young to have too many children. And we will need to create a habitat for them away from humans where they can live in peace. And you are raising them missy. I will help you if you need it. But you will look after them." The phoenix nodded in acknowledgement.

Then it smirked. "Father you do realize this will make you a grandfather now, instead just their father."

Then it dawned on him. She was right. I loved Susan and I loved having her back, but sometimes…. Sometimes she can such an Insufferable Little Twit!

AN: And here we are. Sorry it was delayed but I hope its worth it. I want to give a special thank you to EDelta88, KrisB-71854 for their wonderfully insightful reviews. It did tickle my muse and this chapter is the direct result of it. I want to thank all others who reviewed, Favorited and followed this story as well. I really appreciate it. The rest of essos tour is going to go pretty quickly. I am planning to end in the next chapter, and have Hardian finish his work on IB and be on his way back home.

~Till the Next Time!