This choice: You are a prisoner of war • Go Back... Before being stripped and given a battered piece of cloth to wear and locked up in one of Meereen's underground prisons, you used to be a very well known slave master with the name of Lizdahr. You used to own hundreds of slaves and didn't miss a single thing. You had food, wine and women. The only things every poor man of Meereen dreamed of. However, all of that was at risk with the arrival of the Khaleesi. She wanted to put an end to slavery which would in turn end your affairs. Slaves were the foundation of your living. Without them, you would clearly descend to being a no one. Of course you couldn't let that happen so you joined the Sons of the Harpy, an organization that is against the rise of Daenerys in Meereen. Everyone there considered Daenerys as a threat and wanted to terminate her reign. One of your mission consisted of you, infiltrating into the crop storage chamber and setting everything on fire, as a result creating a food shortage and hopefully create an economical crisis. This was supposed to make the Mother of Dragons vulnerable and look weak in front of the population, and in the end, for her to require help from the slave masters.
You had to be careful as you knew that your mask would give you away, so you didn't wear it for the majority of walking through the desert-like city of Meereen. You reached the place and examined the entrance, which was guarded by two heavily-armored fighters of the Unsullied. You knew you couldn't take them on so you had to think of something else. The building was a barn-like hut with no windows and a single wooden door. The crop-keeping architecture was also quite tall, standing at twenty-two feet. It was surrounded by several oriental boutiques, which sold a range of goods; varying from groceries, weapons and ceramics. And then you saw it. The ceramics stand was a shed-like building with wooden beams supporting the protruding roof of the entrance. On the roof, there was an assortment of vases and pots. You thought that knocking one beam over would definitely cause the small fragment of wooden roofing to collapse and the breaking of the ceramics to make enough noise to cause a distraction of the guards at the front so that you could enter and fulfill your duty.
The question was, how would you do that? Maybe throwing a rock hard would knock the beam down? You'd need a pretty big rock for that. Maybe going there and doing it yourself? That would make it too obvious. Just as you were thinking, a horse-driven ottoman-styled carriage had rode right into the beam, and a loud shattering sound was heard. The two guards hurried to the place of accident. You were astonished by your luck. Maybe it was fate you thought. But you didn't have time to think as the guards would surely return . You put your infamous Harpy mask on and rushed to the now unguarded entrance and opened it. You entered and looked around. The crops were stored in massive containers. There were over 50 of these containers, but to your luck, they were made out of wood. As the place didn't have any windows, there were torches suspended on the walls of the enclosure. You walked towards a wall and grabbed a torch with enthusiasm. You were going to put an obstacle in Daenerys' path and that made you happy. You didn't manage to turn around though, and someone tackled you to the ground, your torch dropping beside you, extinguishing.'Son of a bitch' spat the mysterious person in a Valeryian accent. And then he knocked you out by stomping on your head.
It turned out that there was another guard inside the place. Of course. How stupid were you. How could they actually leave an important source of food unguarded just because of a road accident. Why didn't you think about that? You guessed that the sense of bitterness smothered your logical thinking. When you woke up, your mask was not on anymore and your hands were tied behind your back. You were being carried by two guards, and they told you about the Unsullied that saved the day. The hero. They carried you to an unfamiliar place. It's entrance was dark and unwelcoming, with scratched, sandstone walls and a bunch of knights guarding it. You were handed to one of them and you learned that this was Meereen's prison, which you've surprisingly never heard about before. Slaves never disobeyed before the reign of Daenerys so there was no need for a prison, or so you thought, but apparently there was. You were then carried inside and down on a set of stairs which led to a dungeon full of prison cells. The warden stopped and got a set of keys out to unlock an iron door. You were then violently thrown in and the door was locked up behind you. After about a second, the door reopened and the guard entered your cell. He didn't say a word. He just grabbed your shoulder and turned you around. He then got a dagger out and cut your restraints. He then quietly walked out and locked the door.
You were so angry by your mistake that you smashed at the cold stone wall uncontrollably. You continued in a frenzy for about 10 minutes, until you run out of energy and breath, and so sat down on the uncomfortable ground. You felt your eyes close and slowly, you lay your head on the floor, feeling how you were falling asleep   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
| Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
<<-- Previous · Outline  · Recent Additions © Copyright 2025 Sir Alfie-Malcolm (UN: alfiemlc at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Carl has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work within this interactive story. Poster accepts all responsibility, legal and otherwise, for the content uploaded, submitted to and posted on Writing.Com. |
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author