Thunder's Child | Game of Thrones Fanfic

CHAPTER III : Destroy the System

The smoke was thick, pungent, and heavy with the scent of burning flesh. Soot fell from the crimson skies, and voices of people screaming about were heard on the night where one of the most famous fighting pits were burned to the ground.

Tharo carried the Thunder's child in his arms, as they passed by the alleys of Yunkai, creeping into the darkness with careful steps. He couldn't believe it.

He was a freeman. No longer owned, and no longer a slave.

Alkaia could sense Tharo looking at her, and it made her a tad bit anxious, as he carried her away to someplace they would both be safe.

"Where are we headed." she asked, with a tired voice.

Tharo shook his head, "Inn's and Taverns are no good, you stand out too much," he paused, "Luckily there is a place I know, where no one will ever find us."

"And where is that." she asks, and Tharo smiles.

"The Sewers."

...

Tharo carefully placed Alkaia to the ground, and Alkaia couldn't help but feel a bit awkward at the tension hidden within the air.

They delved into the deeper parts of the sewers, and so there was no light, only darkness and the strong smell of feces that lingered in the air like an incense.

"Thankyou." Tharo whispered, his voice coarse and weary. Alkaia only nodded.

Tharo leaned on the wall, his legs spread on the ground. He grabbed the heavy pouch that was tied on his worn-out leather belt. Tharo opened the pouch, and looked at the abundance of gold coins within. "These coins could serve us for the rest of our lives."

"Those coins came from the lives of those who fought in the fighting pits." Alkaia retorted, crossing her arms to keep her body warm.

"You're right." he replied. Tharo's eyes found their way towards the scabbard tied on the Thunder's child's waist. "What about that," he pointed out, "That fancy looking sword must've been bou-"

"It is mine." Alkaia intervened, whilst shooting Tharo a glare. She grabbed the hilt of the sword, and brought it out of its case. "Its valyrian steel," she said, "and Dahrzo stole it from me."

Despite his low status in life, he knew about it, and he knew that valyrian steel swords are priceless. There were more questions running in his head at the sudden reveal, but he decided to settle for one particular question that settled on his mind.

"H-How did you manage to get one?!"

Alkaia brought the sword back in its sheath, "It was given to me..." she trailed off, remembering the events that lead her to become a slave. She could still remember the way he looked at her, leaving her with his sword when the slavers came.

"Anyways, Dahrzo is dead." Alkaia said, "The other slaves have been freed as well, given more than enough gold to help them start anew."

"And you made sure of that." Tharo smiled, knowing that the Thunder's child wasn't the type of person they made her out to be.

Tharo closed his eyes, only to open them abruptly. "You never told me your name, haven't you?"

Alkaia gave him a puzzled look, "And why should I?" she responded, with a hint of nerves in her tone.

"We're no longer slaves," he reminded , "Thunder's child is the name they gave you as a slave, am I right?"

Alkaia nodded. "It was earned," she replied, "But it has grown on me."

"Do tell me your name, Thunder's child." Tharo asked expectantly, hoping he'd hear her reply.

"I do not have any reason to disclose anymore information about my-"

"You have every reason to," Tharo pointed out," In such a state, you wouldn't survive— we have to stick together." he reasoned out.

"It may be the other way around." Alkaia responded.

"What?"

"You'll die if you stick with me." It was truth, Alkaia looked at her beaten down form, thinking about the  lives taken by the system.

Alkaia stared at Tharo, her eyes burning with resolve, and so he brought himself to ask her why.

"What do you mean?" at this point, Tharo was serious. What they did kindled the fire within him, and he knew it was bound to grow— he wanted it to.

"I do not plan on stopping here just yet," she looked towards the path they took upon entering the sewers, "I'm gonna destroy the system."

"And by that, you mean slavery?" he said, and he saw her nod.

"Then count me in." he said, without a hint if reluctance.

"What?!" Alkaia shouted, causing Tharo to scramble to his feet.

"Don't shout, you idiot."

"Excuse you, but I just told you about my plan, and my plan will get you killed." Alkaia argued.

"Do you expect yourself to do it alone? you can hardly move at your state!" Thato reasoned out, strengthening his point with each word said.

"I can't believe you."

Alkaia chuckled, and Tharo sat down once more, a smile evident on his face.

"Its... Alkaia." she whispered.

"What?"

"My name, you fool." Alkaia cursed, as she leaned on the wall, feigning sleep.

Tharo laughed, and it was the first time in weeks. Who would've known that the feared warrior of the fighting pits was a socially awkward girl, prone to fits of anger.

"We need to get you patched up if you're gonna be a full-fledged renegade, Alkaia." he encouraged, and for the first time in years. The Thunder's child felt warmth, like no other.

She was glad she was free.

But to hear her name being called, it made her tear up. She was glad it was dark, so Tharo would not see the silent tears streaming down her face.

Thankyou, she whispered in the corners of her mind.

To Be Continued...