Game of Thrones (Amica and Deckard) novel Chapter 95

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Darth

“Get up,” the leader commanded.

I struggled, but my body refused to obey. It felt like an eternity sice I had moved and I couldn’t remember the last time I felt anything close to strength.

I tried again, pushing against the ground, my muscles burning with the effort. I managed to lift myself a few inches, but the agony was too much. Tears welled up in my eyes as I collapsed back onto the ground

The man, watching in disbelief, marveled at my resilience. How I was, barely able to get up, and yet I had managed to kill one of their own.

“Pick him up!” he ordered,

Two of his men quickly obeyed, lifting me like a ragdoll and placing me on a horse. They carried me away, leaving behind the carnage–my fallen comrades, including my friend Polo.

I was transported, bound and helpless, to an unknown town. The place seemed less wild than the forest, and though I didn’t recognize it, it felt more… civilized.

They locked me in a room, and I tried to move again, desperate to stand. But my body betrayed me. I fell to the floor, The struggle, the longing for freedom, felt pointless as I lay there, helpless.

The next day, a woman came to visit me in the room where I has been locked. She was a healer, sent by the leader of the rogue group. Her touch was gentle as she checked my body, assessing my injuries. She seemed very experienced.

Over the course of the month, my body grew stronger. I began to talk again, move around, and do things I had once thought impossible. Egr the first time, I stood in front of a mirror. The reflection staring back at me was not the same person who had fallen from that plane with my father and brother. I had grown, physically, but in every way. I had become a man.

I didn’t know how much time had passed since that crash. I had been 15 then, but now, I was no longer that boy. I had changed, and the world had changed with me.

The group that had taken me in–these rogues–had become my new reality. I had learned their ways and their brutal lifestyle. Once I was strong enough, I joined them on their raids against packs. It was violent, thrilling, and I grew stronger with each battle.

I felt myself becoming more powerful.

One day, as we were gathered around a campfire, I overheard something that made my heart stop. The name “Alpha Deckard” was spoken with such reverence, they called him “the pha of alphas“. Ikenw immideately it was him.

All the time I had wasted in the wilderness, had allowed my stepbrother to take the position that was rightfully mine. He had already established himself in my place.

But i refused to accept that it. All I needed was my mother’s support, but Blackwater was a long way from where I was

The only way to regain what is mine was to become the best rogue I could ever be. And that’s exactly what I did I became feared, becoming one of the strongest among the rogués. But even with all my strength, Raphael, the leader of our rogue group hindered me though he had been a good mentor. But in the rogue world, there could only be one leader one master. Just like the saying: “Two Alphas cannot dwell in a pack.”

So, I had to take him out. It was the only way forward.

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Once I had claimed my rightful position, I journeyed from one ty to another, leaving destruction in my wake until I finally reached the outskirts of Blackwater. The closer I got, the louder the name “Alpha Deckard” rang. It became an anthem, his name was Il people sang

The stories told of his strength, how he had fortified Blackwater and made it nearly impenetrable. The place that once felt like my home had now become a fortress, stronger than I could have ever imagined.

I could have done that too, and there was nothing particularly special about what Alpha Deckard had done. He might have fortified Blackwater, but to me, it didn’t seem like a monumental feat.

Still getting into Blackwater wouldn’t be easy, especially with the defenses surrounding it.

Even though I had super strength, I knew that wouldn’t be enough. There had to be more–more than just power.

One day, there was an unexpected visitor in our territory. At first my men were on high alert, unsure whether this man posed a threat, but he assured them he wasn’t here for trouble. He was here to speak with the head and king of the rogues.

I told my men to let him in. When he stepped closer, his features became clearer, and I froze. He looked so familiar. It took me a moment, but then it hit me–this man was Uncle Colin.

He didn’t recognize me, of course. He stood before me, talking about his desire to join our army to punish the bastard, who had taken something from him–something that belonged to him.

I didn’t let him finish. I commanded him to look at my face, desperate for him to see who I was. Slowly, I revealed my identity to him, but he couldn’t believe it. He scanned my features in disbelief, holding my hand and gazing deeply into my

eyes.

His eyes widened, and a rush of emotion took over.

“It’s you.” His voice cracked. ‘Oh, how are you alive after all these years. How did you survive?” He was flooded with questions, his voice trembling a

I told him what had happened, how I’d been left to die in the wilderness, how I had survived, and how I had become part of the rogue group. I told him that I am here now to reclaim what belonged to me but first I needed to see my mother.

Before I could finish, a silence fell between us, “Where is my mother?” I asked but his expression changed. He sighed deeply, “Oh, dear Darth… I’m so sorry,” he said quietly. “Your mother died the moment she thought you were dead. She couldn’t take it. After the plane crash, a search party was sent to the wilderness where the plane had gone down, but they found Deckard… alone.”

He paused before continuing.

“The moment Deckard returned, I was only allowed to lead the pack for two years. He grew stronger, and soon, the pack began demanding that he take over. Everyone supported him, and they relieved me of my position as acting Alpha. He took over, and since then… he’s made my life a living hell. You’re not going to believe it, He banished me from Slackwater City for no reason. Power’s gotten to his head. He needs someone to keep him in check. But… it’s a miracle you’re alive. This means you truly are the chosen one, and Deckard has just been warming your seat in your absence

I got anger rising within me, my city, my birthright, stolen by that bastard. He had taken everything from me–my family, my home–and now, he dared to take my place.

I stood up, fury boiling, ready to march straight into Blackwater City and confront him. But before I could step, Uncle Colin’s hand shot out, stopping me.

“No, Deckard is too strong for you right now. You need to empower yourself. You truly have the blood of the dragon, but you need more than that to take him down

Uncle Colin introduced me to a sorcerer, Cleopatra who had the power to fortify me, to enhance my abilities beyond could imagine, I was bestowed me with powers. I became more an just a rogue, I became an unstoppable force, a being

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fear and power.

The powers the sorcerer gave me made it easy to control the rogue factions, bending them to my will as though they were nothing more than puppets. I promised them the world, the power they craved, and in return, they pledged their loyalty to me, swearing to never reveal who I truly was to anyone. They only know me as scarface man

Rogues came from far and wide, eager to join my powerful army. I had become an untouchable force, a leader whose name would strike fear into anyone who dared oppose me. This newfound power made it easy to move through territories, including Blackwater itself, whenever I pleased.

It wasn’t long before I learnt that Deckard, despite all his strength, had remained mateless.

The prophecy surrounding him spoke of a mate, one who would not only solidify his position as the Alpha of Alpha but make him nearly invincible. I used to think that prophecy was just a ridiculous tale, a myth told to elevate the stakes of his reign. Deckard had found his mate.

The sorcerer, told me that one thing could make me even more powerful than Deckard–his mate. You see, I wasn’t just rogue leader with an army at my back. I had the blood of dragon flowing through my veins, a rare and dangerous gift that amplified my strength. But the bond between me and the Elderbowl woman–Deckard’s fated mate–would strengthen my powers beyond measure, making me untouchable.

So, I began to formulate a plan. I would kidnap her. Amica, the one who could shift the balance of power in my favor. She was the key to destroying Deckard’s reign.

Amica, wasmny

ticket to everything I’d ever wanted. Her capture would mark the beginning of my rise, not just as a rogue leader, but as the true Alpha–the one who could control Blackwater, the rogue clans, and anything else that dared to challenge me.

I started making my preparations, every detail of the plan mapped. The rogues who had joined me, loyal and hungry for power, were ready for anything. With my newfound strength and the sorcerer’s dark magic fortifying me. I had the upper

hand.

My power is already unmatched,