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Eternal Struggler Ch. 2 (unedited)
🕑 Added 2025-01-04 02:27:28 +0000 UTCEternal Struggler
By: Bubbajack
Editors/Co-Authors: Icysnowsage, First Hassan/Darklord 331
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Ch.2: The Cimmerian Way.
“So Chromie, where exactly are we going to train? You never did mention it,” questioned Xander as he felt the burn in his muscles as he carried the rusted weapon that felt right in his hands.
“I actually know a place nearby that you are more than welcome to train at. Be warned, it is dangerous for a regular human.”
“Vampires? Demons? Dragons?” questioned Xander.
Chromie just shook her head vigorously, doing some wonderful things to her assets in her semi-skin tight robes, “Nothing that grand silly, just the regular dangers of nature now lets go.”
With that said,Chromie opened another portal for her and Xander to walk through.
They appeared in a clear outing where the rumbling of a waterfall could be heard in the background. Xander looked upon the giant cliff side in front of him and felt a surge of adrenaline to conquer this new obstacle.
“We are in Yosemite National Park. Right now, I have a simple spell active so as not to attract attention to us. We need to build up your lower and upper body strength. So let's get started by climbing to the top of that cliff face.” She pointed to the top of a near sheer cliff that must’ve been several at little more than three hundred feet, about a hundred meters above ground level.
“Any climbing gear? Maybe a safety harness?” asked Xander even though in his core being he knew the answer.
“You won’t be needing that. We are doing this the Cimmerian way. So start a-climbing.” ordered Chromie as Xander tenderly set down the rusted dragon slayer and prepared for his first physical trial.
He started to climb.
It was hard at first. Xander would admit that he lost his grip and fell a few times. Chromie’s laughter invigorated him to try hard. The cliff face was hard to climb but not lacking hand holds to pull himself up on. Xander knew that right now he needed time. Time to gain strength and build up muscle. And luckily for him, time was in his corner. He kept trying. And eventually his grit and determination paid off. He got a foot off the ground, then two feet, then more. His fingers would dig into crevices he didn't think they would fit . Then he kept climbing. He was starting to feel like Spiderman once he got the hang of it. After a little bit, he looked down, realizing he was halfway up the Cliff face. He called down to Chromie, who was cheering him on. “Do I get anything from making it to the top?”
The gnome called back up, salaciously, “You can have either a Twinkie or me,”
“What do you mean or you?”
Shaking her head at his teenage obliviousness, she called back, “Do I really have to spell it out for you, Xander? I mean sex, you idiot. I know I look like a Gnome, but need I remind you I’m actually a dragon and we're fairly primal and basic.”
“Well, if I wasn't motivated to get up this cliff face before, I am now.” He called back down with a laugh as he set his mind back to the task at hand with renewed vigor.
“Attaboy. Now, keep going.”
And keep going he did… for about another ten feet till he fell again. He was so high up at this point that Chromie was forced to teleport him to the ground.
“Damn, I got over confident.”
The Gnome nodded in agreement. “You did, you're that randy huh?”
Laughing breathlessly, Xander replied, “Name’s Xander, not randy and for the record, if I ever make it to the top, I’m probably going to be too worn out to want to do anything to you. But a Twinkie? A Twinkie would be most appreciated.”
That earned him a light kick to the side and a harumph from the offended dragoness as she looked away in annoyance with her arms folded under her bosom as she huffed out. “Well, see if you get offered sex from me again anytime soon, buddy.”
“Raincheck on that? Xander offered, “Cause I’m interested, being a teenage male and all but right now I’m so tired, I don’t think I could get it up if I tried.”
She glanced down at him balefully with a half-lidded eye. You do look a tad winded. “I suppose we can take a short break.”
“By Crom and his devils, woman! I never thought you’d take the hint, you diminutive devil of a taskmaster.”
Far from being offended, Chromie just giggled at his plight. “You're fine, you need to assimilate the memories of your forebears. The fastest way to do that is through trials. Think of it like riding a bike, your body kinda remembers but it's been awhile. A long while. You need to reestablish that muscle memory. That said,” She snapped her fingers and suddenly the half-rusted Dragonslayer was laying on Xander’s chest all but knocking the wind out of him, “While you're lying there, you can work on your arm strength. Ten pushups, c’mon.”
“You want me… to bench press this thing?” Xander said through clenched teeth as his still shaky arms pushed against the weight of the lump of iron that was the Dragonslayer.
“Ye~p” Chromie replied, popping the p as she did so. “You can do it, Xander! You’re Conan, Guts, Elric, and Hyakkimaru combined! You grit your teeth and overcome no matter the odds, because that’s just what you do… Because if you don’t, the people you love will die! Do you want that to happen?!”
Xander thought of Buffy, Willow, even Chromie herself even though he’d only known her a scant few hours… and of Jesse whom he’d already failed. ‘No,’ he thought to himself through clenched teeth, ‘I will not fail again!’ He pushed up against the weight of the Dragonslayer forcing it heavensward. ‘I won’t lose anyone else!’ Before he realized it, his arms were bent straight and the Dragonslayer was held aloft.
Chromie nodded satisfactorily, “Good good! Now, I want nine more of those before you get some water, a Twinkie then it's back to climbing.”
Xander now understood. His rage. It was a fuel source. Brought out by determination and grit. He would use it. Use everything to become strong and protect those from the things that haunted the night. Glancing over at Chromie, he grinned, “So how about that raincheck?”
“Let’s just see how you do, loverboy.” She replied, giving him a playful wink. “ Impress me and I may just take you up on it.”
Xander laughed despite the burning in his lungs. Truly, Chromie knew how to motivate him!
(...)
Huffing and puffing more than the big bad wolf, Xander raised his arms in triumph and let out a primal roar! For he had just conquered the cliff face! No harness, no rope, nothing but grit, sheer determination, and drive!
“How do you feel, loverboy?!” Chromie asked, having just stepped out of a rainbow colored portal, smirk on her lips and one hand perched on her hips while the other held up a pitcher of water and a small pyramid of twinkies, the gods most holiest of confectionaries.
“Like I could kiss you for having both water and sustenance available for me right now, woman!” Xander said with a husky growl in the back of his throat as advanced on the Gnome with intent to devour the offered food and drink and their waitress with them.
“Well, don’t hold back on my account.” Chromie said letting out a bout of bubblish laughter.
Sweeping her up into his arms and getting a surprised yelp from her, Xander pulled her into his arms and into a smoldering kiss soon after. It took all of Chromie’s willpower not to drop the platter she was holding, ‘For a virgin, he’s a really, really good kisser,’ she thought as his tongue invaded her mouth. She’d usually win the battle of tongues, but her draconic instincts willed her to submit to the strong male who was attempting to initiate a courtship with her. ‘He’s not a dragon, he’s not a dragon!’ She kept telling herself to no avail. For even though he was no dragon, he was exuding dominance, power, and directness only a Alpha Male Bull Wyrm usually could. Just as she was about to submit to her instincts and by extension him in totality, he suddenly pulled back, holding her at arms length and looking ashamed of himself.
“I…I’m sorry Chromie, for a minute there that wasn’t me, that was Conan I…” He gently placed her on the ground before turning and facing the vista that was the open sky in front of the cliff before he said, “I need a minute.”
“Xander,” She said after a moment’s awkward silence. “Xander!” She said again more forcefully. “Do I need to use your full name again?”
Sighing but not turning around, he said, “What is it, Chromie?”
“I know I’ve said this before but just to nail it home in that thick skull of yours. You can’t make me do anything that I don’t want to do! Dragon, remember?”
Childishly kicking a pebble off the cliff, he grumbled. “I know, but I just… I thought back to when I was running high off of Banzi’s power… how I almost took advantage of Buffy… and I don’t want to make the same mistake again with her, you, or anyone else.”
Walking over, Chromie grabbed two of his fingers in her own small hand, she looked up into his face. “You won’t. Before you weren’t prepared. Now you know better. Also, Xander the memories of Conan, Guts and the other’s. They’re still you. Well, a part of you anyways. You won’t get anywhere by rejecting them. You need to embrace them, and by extension, all of yourself.”
“So I should go back to kissing you senseless, then?” Xander asked with a smirk.
“Maybe not… right this second? I’d hate for us to fall off the cliff in the throes of passion.” Chromie said, giving an awkward little laugh, her face flushing at the thought of him taking her in his big strong arms as kissing her again. ‘You’re several millennia his elder, not a hatchling, get your head on straight, girl!’ She chastised herself.
“Methinks the lady is swooning.” Xander dared to joke.
Chromie let out an annoyed growl which let Xander know he was on thin ice. Whether this was from actual anger or sexual frustration even Chromie wasn’t sure. But it caused Banzai to whimper piteously inside Xander’s head. “Don’t push your luck bub,” She gave his fingers a painful squeeze causing him to hiss in discomfort.
“Sorry, you're just so cute when you blush. Light as a feather too. I could use you as a body pillow or something.”
“How about you busy yourself with food and drink? I think you're dehydrated and are talking nonsense.” She said pushing the tray of food towards him.
Needing no further prompting, Xander downed the pitcher of ice cold water like a dying man in the desert. His thirst slackened, he all but inhaled two Twinkies and was about to devour a third before offering it to the morphed Dragon saying, “Here, you’ve never had one right?”
“Thanks…” Chromie took a tentative bite and her eyes lit up, ears wiggling slightly in joy! “Mmm! This is good! The Sponginess of the cake is accentuated by the cream in the center and it's not overly sweet either!”
“One of us, one of us!” Xander chanted in a cult-like fashion before waving another wrapped Twinkie in front of her, enticingly and asking, “Want another?”
She reached for it only for him to pull back, “First, you gotta tell me what the plan is going forward. And don’t tell me you don’t have a plan, because you're a time traveling dragon. I know you have a plan, and I wanna know what it is. I won’t be led around like a dog on a leash… or a man by his dick for that matter.”
“Now that sounds like Conan! He saved women in danger plenty, and got plenty of sex, sometimes got tricked by a pretty face, but if a woman did trick, double cross, or betray him, well… he had no qualms about leaving them to fend for themselves and letting them fix their own messes.”
“Stop trying to distract me and tell me the plan already, Chronormu.”
Puffing her cheeks out in annoyance, the Bronze Dragonflight member said, “Fine, you don’t need to get grumpy with me, mister! The plan is simple… you're not really one for speaking softly, just carrying a big stick. So we need someone to handle more… delicate matters.”
Xander nodded, having no problem with this arrangement at all. Let someone else argue policies and politics, while he puts their enemies to the sword by Crom! “And I assume you already have someone in mind?”
The She-Dragon nodded, “I do, a certain witty sharp-tongued dwarf,” She held out her hand, “Now, Gimme. My. Twinkie!”
He slapped it into her palm. “You keep this up and I’ll give you my cream filled Twinkie Chromie,”
She fired right back,“Mhmm, my favorite dessert, a cream pie,” Before getting up, turning over her shoulder, and moving the sponge cake suggestively in and out of her mouth.
In response, Xander slapped her on the ass and said, “Get going, woman!”
All but inhaling her treat she audibly swallowed it, before saying, “Fine, fine, I’m off. Be right back, loverboy!” She then disappeared into a kaleidoscopic portal.
Once she was gone, Xander muttered to himself, “The sooner she recruits this mysterious dwarf of hers, the sooner I can get the Dragonslayer repaired and maybe even get some decent armor!”
(...)
The weather is pleasant and a great day to be outside and enjoy the fresh air. That is if you liked that sort of thing. Tyion Lannister preferred the comfort of a beautiful lady and if that wasn’t possible then at least a hardy drink in hand.
Tyrion sat in the Casterly Rock library, enjoying a good book on the details of the Free Cities economy. It was a slightly dull read but if there was anything important to the Lannisters, it was money, power, and the throne. Tyrion can freely admit his family had all three with his sister married to the king and no one dared cross his father. Alas, his relationship with said father could be lukewarm at best and downright hostile at worst. Truly, Tyrion wondered if his birth truly affected his father as much as his sister rubbed it in his face.
A sip of the wine dulled his aching heart for the love he wasn’t ever really given. Sometimes he mulled over his first love. The desire and need to be loved was something Tyrion always felt was denied him. Only whores can offer him a facsimile of love but nothing substantial.
“I guess love for me is as real as a dragon. Sadly, both are extinct it seems,”
“What makes you say that?” asked a perky and jubilant voice that made Tyrion look at his wine and surroundings.
“I think I might have had too much wine for one day.”
“Not really, young lion. I am simply down here if you look down instead of up,” spoke up the voice again.
Tyrion looked down and was surprised to find a semi-short woman with some magnificent tits if he did say so himself. A glaring thought did arrive in his head.
“How did you get in here? I swore there were some guards to make sure I don’t leave and keep an eye on me. Better yet, who are you?”
“I am Chromie. I am here to ask for your assistance.”
“My assistance? No one comes to me for assistance. They always ask for my father the lord, sister the queen, or my brother the kingsguard. What could I possibly offer you besides my mind?”
“That is what I need actually. I need your mind to help a friend of mine. He is going on a quest and we need someone of your wit. Since you sharpen that daily with all these books.”
“So what could you possibly offer me, dwarf?”
Chromie inflated her cheeks and huffed, “ I am a gnome sir, do not confuse me with dwarves.”
“You are certainly short enough to be a dwarf. Anyways what could you possibly offer me. I have money, wine, and all the whores I could want?” questioned Tyrion as he sipped his wine.
“I can offer you fame, fortune, love, but most importantly, I can tell you the truth about your first wife Tysha.”
“Gurk,” choked Tyrion as he beat his chest with his fist to unlodge the wine that went down the wrong pipe at that last comment. “She was a whore who was paid by my father. Nothing more and nothing less. My brother told me and I trust him over the words of a delusional dwarf.”
“While I do have the time. I can simply say this. Jaime lied to you. He lied and followed the orders of your father to hurt you. Do you believe that your father would be cruel enough to hurt an innocent girl just to hurt you? I know he would and I think you do as well.”
Tyrion was silent as he stewed over what his options were and what he was told. A mysterious girl offering his wildest dreams, or his family who only really one of them likes him. Tyrion pondered a little bit. Poured himself some more wine and thought some more.
“I can offer you to see a dragon as well if you are interested?” spoke Chromie as she knew the inner desires of Tyrion from watching his story or history.
“Dare I ask what the downsides are? While I don’t think Jaime would hurt me, I am at least open to giving this a try. Not like anyone would really miss me if I am gone for a little while. Seven above, I know father wouldn’t miss me going missing as long as it doesn’t embarrass the family name. The dragon just sounds extra tempting, though how you found one with them being extinct makes me think this is some kind of con.”
“I swear this isn’t a con. Hell, I can even show you the dragon now if you want. That would just sweeten the deal.” spoke Chromie with a twinkle in her eye.
“How would you even fit a dragon in ……. here?” Tyrion was about to rebuke the young girl when in her place was indeed a dragon with illustrious bronze scales with dazzling eyes like emeralds. Tyrion was in awe at the majestic creature before him.
“I….. I suppose I could leave Casterly Rock for a little while,” Tyrion mused as he felt the swelling of joy and adventure build up in him. Now he can go on one of his own adventures like his uncle Gerion.
A rainbow portal opened up beside the dragon and Tyrion in awe at such a display of magic courageously walked through as his shadow grew to the size of a giant.
When the Lannister guards came to check on the young lord they found spilled wine, gouges in the stone ground and some knocked over piles of books. They immediately went to alert the Lord of Casterly Rock. Lord Tywin was incensed at the offense but was patient to wait to see whoever kidnapped Tyrion made demands of him. They would learn that a Lion pays his debts.
(...)
Xander blinked as Chromie stepped through the portal with someone he recognized from the movie “Living in Oblivion”. “Chromie… why did you kidnap Peter Dinklage?”
“Who?” both of the height challenged people asked.
Xander pointed at Tyrion. “That is Peter Dinklage.”
To which Chromie rebutted, “This is Tyrion Lannister, not this Peter Dinklage guy you keep going on about. Please correct him young lion or we’ll be here all night… well we can afford to be here all night thanks to yours truly but still. There is such a thing as wasting time.”
Tyrion looked around the vast forest and area he was in and looked at the teenager before him and his appearance, “Fine dragon, you brought me here to help ….. I am guessing a young lord? Certainly with that hunk of metal, he could be maybe a blacksmith though I do question why we are in the woods. Also to reiterate I am Tyrion of House Lannister and will be respected as such.”
Xander looked between the two for a moment before saying, “I still say he looks like Peter Dinklage.”
“Who in the Seven is Peter Dinklage, man?!” Tyrion raged, already getting fed up with the youths' confusion and blatant disrespect.
“A famous actor, he's also on the small side and you're the spitting image of him. Or he’s a clone of you… I’m not sure what’s really going on…” He looked to the dragoness, “Chromie what’s going on?”
“I think I know… I think we’ve got a twinner situation on our hands,” Chromie said after a moment's contemplation.
“Sexy dragon lady say what?” Xander asked.
“What?” Tyrion asked while looking at Xander like he’d grown a second head.
Xander shrugged, “What? You're telling me Chromie isn’t at all tickling any fancies of yours?”
“But… But she’s a dragon man! She could eat you!”
Xander shrugged again this time with a grin on his face, “She can eat me whenever she wants. Also, you're a dwarf… yet you still like to get it on with whores three times your size, what’s your point?”
“What does my height have to do with my preferences… oh, wait, I see where you're going with this…” Tyrion said as comprehension dawned in his eyes. “Well to each his own I suppose. Just don’t sleep with your sister or brother and we should be good. Incest has some bad connotations where I come from.”
“Azeroth?” Xander question.
“Where on Planetos is Azeroth?” Tyrion questioned confusedly.
Hearing this, Xander gave Chromie a sidelong look, “Chromie… he’s not the type of dwarf I think he is, is he?”
“No, he’s not… when did you figure out I was from Azeroth?”
“Well I was stuck here on my own thinking a bit and your naming convention sounded familiar, then it hit me. Warcraft.”
“Ah… well then,” Chromie awkwardly cleared her throat, “Anyway yeah Twinner, it's a phenomenon where a variation of a person exists in another universe. Heck, a version of me could exist here.”
Xander mumbled loud enough for everyone to hear, “Let’s hope not. By Crom and his devils, one of you is enough. Ow.” He said when the Gnome kicked him in the shin for his remark.
“As I was saying,” Chromie said in a huff, “Either one of us could have our own counterpart in this world, Tyrion. We just happen to know who yours is.”
“So I have crossed into another realm entirely? Surely you jest? Such things are usually only spoken of in tales where the Stranger is involved.”
Nope!” Chromie said, popping the p. “Typical day when traveling with me honestly. As for the whole Stranger business… well this may not be the first time one of the Bronze Dragonflight has borrowed a person from your world.”
Tyrion opened his mouth, closed it then said, “I think I need another drink. Does anyone have any mulled wine?”
Xander blithely replied, “Sorry, I must've left it in my other pair of pants.”
“Eugh, don’t tell me you’ve a problem with having a good drink man? Are you one of those overly pious sorts?” Tyrion asked derisively.
Xander shook his head, “Not really, it's just my folks are the town drunks… and if I know anything it's that drunks don’t always make for good company,” Xander’s hands subconsciously clenched when he said this.
Tyrion’s lips formed into a thin line. Showing his displeasure at what this man must’ve gone through as he connected the dots. “Ah, I see. Well worry not. The best I could do with my height is slap at your knees. At worst, I might try and geld you with a dagger but were I so inebriated, I don’t think I’d be much of a threat to begin with.”
Xander resisted the urge to laugh at the good joke. He failed. “Okay, you're pretty funny I will give you that. Now, we just gotta figure out how to explain you to my friends or even where you would stay. ‘Cause honestly, my house is not the best place to stay. Maybe to snag a few beers sure but to sleep? No can do. Any ideas Chromie?”
“May I suggest finding an abandoned church? They usually have a house for a preacher or priest.”
Xander nodded, “Good idea. That should keep Tyrion safe from the usual uglies that come out at night.”
“What do you mean the usual uglies?” Tyrion asked warily as the rainbow-hued portal opened up in front of them.
Xander nodded towards the portal, “I’ll explain as we get your place set up, c’mon,”
“I’ve a feeling I may yet come to regret this arrangement,” the runt of the Lannister litter muttered even as he entered the portal.
(...)
Tyrion looked around what counted for a church these days. It was a vast open space lined with pews above which was a pulpit and a wooden cross. It was not a religious symbol he himself recognized, but he saw many books labeled Holy Bible sitting behind the pews and could guess the rest. Picking one up, he followed behind his new… liege lord? What exactly was his role to be? That of advisor, serf? Maester, something akin of Hand of the King? Tyrion shook his head on that last one. If the dwarf was sure of one thing, it's that the young man in front of him was no king. ‘Yet,’ Tyrion mused to himself. ‘He has a certain charisma to him I must admit. He must be charismatic to some extent, to get the fealty of a dragon.’ Clearing his throat he asked, “You mentioned something of an irreputable sort?”
“Yeah, I guess you could call vampires, ‘thoes of ill repute’.” Xander said with a chuckle as he led him past the altar to a door that he forced open with a bash of his shoulder. It led to a bedroom that doubled as an office of all things. A desk filled with books and some sort of box contraption was in the corner, a bed, a door in the corner, and some kind of device was on the wall directly in front of the bed.
“What in the Seven’s name is a vampire?” Tyrion asked.
“A demonically possessed undead corpse that feeds on blood, and is weak to sunlight and highly allergic to wooden stakes in the heart, holy water, and beheading. Oh cool this place has its own computer and a tv… one of the bloodsuckers must’ve got the priest… that or he cleared out in a hurry once he found out how dangerous this town really is.”
“What’s a teevee and a… kompuwtor?” Tyrion asked, sounding out the foreign words on his tongue.
“That is a tv,” Xander said pointing to the black box in front of the bed, “And that’s a computer.” He pointed to the other foreign device on the desk next to all the books.
“What does it do?”
“The TV? It… It’s like a bard I guess. It tells stories and such if you turn it on.” Xander felt showing was better than telling, “Observe.” He picked up the remote and hit the power button.
The result was a screen of black and white with two men on a stage making jokes of all things. Tyrion didn’t know who's on first but he got the joke and chuckled.
“Truly, the wonders of this world never cease. I think I might have a long time to enjoy myself here with the books alone but the kompewter and the TV as you put it will be a nice icing on the top. Now I was told I would be paid for my services. I am still a noble even if I am disliked. Perchance can my pay be in alcohol? I feel the money of my world is worthless here. Since this is a new world I have no idea how precious gold is. It might be worth less than charcoal or iron.”
“Gold is just as precious here if not more in your world. Although silver is worth just as much.”
Tyrion, thinking about what Xander said, patted a bag of coins he had on his hip, “How much would a silver coin be worth?”
“Depends on the purity and size. Sometimes the coin can be melted down for better value. How many do you have?” asked Chromie not thinking about what Tyrion had on himself.
“Just some spare change I had on hand. About 70 silver stags. It really isn’t worth that much when it comes to entertainment or good company.” mentioned Tyrion offhandedly.
Both Xander and Chromie paused and looked at the bag filled with silver coins then Xander spoke up, “Tyrion, you could buy a lot of alcohol with this much silver or at least a used car.”
“What’s a car?”
“Right, I should probably make sure you don’t get overwhelmed by culture shock. A car is a type of carriage that doesn’t require horses.”
“Good lord, the king must never know or he will surely get fatter!” chuckled Tyrion thinking about King Robert getting even fatter with an automatic carriage.
“We don’t have a king either. We overthrew him over two hundred years ago. The French kind of one-upped us though.”
“Oh and what did these ….. French people do that tops overthrowing a king?” asked Tyrion fascinated by an advanced society with no sort of monarchy.
“They killed most of the nobility, took their wealth, and then let the common man rule.”
Tyrion looked at Xander then Chromie. Then sat on a chair nearby, “Young sir. I should have probably asked your name but with this giant wealth of information could I please have some wine please? This is all a bit much. I understand killing a king. It happens, but killing all of the nobility?! That just boggles my mind! How would you settle land disputes or dish out justice or even handle invasions?”
Chromie, feeling bad for the dwarf, pulled a small bottle of wine out of a portal. She handed the wine to Tyrion who popped it immediately and drank. Xander had a look of mild disgust on his face till Chromie piped up, “Their culture and traditions have them drinking alcohol as it was safer to consume than water. Tyrion could drink your parents weight in beer and he would probably be fine. Don’t worry he should be fine. Now let's get you home while Tyrion stews on his new role in helping us.”
Xander could only slightly nod as he left the dwarf to his own devices.
After Xander and Chromie left, Tyrion turned to the ‘remote’ Xander had and decided to turn the device or TV off. He went for the tried and true method. He went to the bookcase and pulled a book out.
He found a dusty and old tome and read the title “Discourses” by Epictetus. Hmmm, might as well start with this.”
He read the first quote in the front and already knew this was for him, “What else is freedom but the power to live our life the way we want. Yes, I think I will like this.”
Saying this Tyrion sat on the chair and drank some wine as he read a book about hardship, change, and how even a slave can become something more.
(...)
Word Count: 5,385 Number of Pages: 15 Date Completed: 4/12/2024
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AN: Welcome everyone to chapter two of Eternal Struggler. I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it with Snowy’s assistance. But yeah, we’ve got Tyrion! And naturally he looks like Peter Dinklage because of course he does. But yeah more to come sooner or later. I look forward to hearing from you next time. Till then, here’s Snowy and Hassan to wrap things up.
Snowy:
Hassan:
Thanks for reading and till next time this has been an Inkblot Bros Production! Peace!
Comments
Swordcollector45
Awesome chapter bubba looking forward to the next one 😀
Swordcollector45
I hope you and the others had a merry Christmas and a good new year bubba
Havefeith
Oddly enough, I was reading this to various "Thunderstruck" remixes. The one I ended on really hits the right vibe without actually being a remix. I think being "thunderstruck" fits Tyrion quite well in this situation. Here's the one I ended on so you can see what I mean by it not really being a remix. It's got all the parts of classic thunderstruck, but as though they took each individual mastering track, and mastered it even further so everything is crisper, clearer, and with more bass to the guitars and drums. Not the "fried speakers" kind of bass boost though. https://youtu.be/N8CtLTTVgH0?si=zF3slZxXmtvLx7WM
