The scent of sweat and blood lingered in the air like burning incense. There was no wind, and no light in the dark prison that laid underground. Slaves were packed in cells by the dozen, all but one.
Different from the rest, and far dangerous than anyone could imagine
"Why is that one separated from us?" a young slave coming from the women's cell whispers to the slave beside her.
"Careful. You wouldn't want to be put up with that one." she replies, her voice barely audible.
It was known to all the living slaves who've survived a battle or two from the pits, that there was only one person who has lived through every fighting pit they've been put in.
And she was called the Thunder's Child
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Thunder's Child | Game of Thrones Fanfic
FanfictionWhen the skies have grown dark She shall come, bringing forth the light And thus, the heaven's will roar in her name GAME OF THRONES - S2 - 7 updates once a week
