Welcome back to another chapter of "For Myself".

(27th Sep 2020: I wanted to post it 4 hours ago, but the site died.)

This time a bit earlier than normal so I hope that you will all enjoy it.

This chapter is a bit special in its own way. There was one last place that I wanted Harry to visit during his travels, but I didn't want to make an entire arc out of it. So I came up with a bit different idea that I don't see too often. It is an experiment for me, but I doubt that it will hurt the story.

As you will see after this AN, I employed a time skip and a pretty large one at that. Everything about it will be explained during this chapter so don't worry. Also, this chapter marks the beginning of the second part of this story (I plan for three parts) as we are finally moving to more familiar things.

I would also like to thank you all for reading my story. As a beginner writer, I am happy to see that people enjoy my story. Speaking of stories. I released an experimental fanfiction called "Road to Power". It is a crossover between HP and MCU/Avengers, where the world is a mix between both those universes. It was an idea that has been sitting in my head for a long time, so I just decided to release it into the world. If any of you have time, I would be grateful if you could give me your opinion about it.

Now a small WARNING: In this chapter thoughts will be marked as "Bold", both for Harry and Ralnor in the next one everything is going back to normal. Also, everything that I am using in this chapter was at least mentioned in ASOIAF. So don't come to me crying that I am again pulling things out of my ass. Last one warning. I was struggling with one of the scenes in this chapter and you will probably all know what I mean after you read it. I left a small explanation at the end of the chapter of what exactly happened there.

With that said, this would be all for this AN.

Enjoy.

Chapter 14. Traveler's tale

Late 294 AC

"Wake up, the sun is rising," Ralnor's voice finally broke through the dream that Harry was having a second ago.

"Yeah, yeah. Give me a break, I had a long day yesterday," Harry said in a tired tone and slowly rose up to a sitting position. His mind went back to the last day and the longest flight he ever tried since he managed to turn into his animagus form two years ago. It was tiring on his magic, but ever since the events in Mossovy, Harry's control of magic got better.

"I still think that you are mad for sleeping on the head of the Titan of Braavos. If it wasn't for my earth magic and your wards, you would have fallen," the elder man said after he materialized next to Harry and turned around to look at the vast land beneath them.

After all this time together Ralnor's form was no longer mostly transparent and colors returned to both his body and the equipment he had on. It was a very good development as now the elder wizard could use a lot more magic and was stronger physically.

"Maybe," shrugged Harry as he joined his companion in watching the rising sun, "But tell me when was the last time we could watch something like that. Besides, we both know that with our magic we are perfectly safe here, more than we would be in the city."

"True," Ralnor answered with a snort, "I have got to agree with you, the sight is beautiful. Still, we need to get moving soon, we got a lot to do today."

"Right," Harry said and went back to gathering his equipment, "By the way, could you finally contact the person who is still trying to get into my dreams?"

That was a subject that was troubling the duo ever since they left Yi Ti about seven moons ago. They didn't know why, but almost every night that Harry went to sleep, he was dreaming of a large tree in frozen lands. At first, Harry ignored this occurrence as the wizard had his own bit of weird dreams in his life. Unfortunately after they left Mossovy, Ralnor and Harry realized that those dreams weren't natural.

After a quick scan of magic done by Ralnor when Harry was sleeping, they found out that someone was repeatedly invading Harry's dreams, leaving those images in his mind. Harry was obviously confused that his occlumency didn't protect him from this invasion. But after a long investigation, they found out that whoever was leaving those images, wasn't invading Harry's mind directly and only had the access to his dreams.

Ever since this discovery, Harry tried to contact this person to politely tell them to fuck off, but the connection was always too weak and nothing could be done about it. That was why Harry was slowly traveling in the direction of the only place where snow was always falling.

"The connection is much stronger here, but I doubt that you will be able to force the invader to meet you," Ralnor finally answered after a bit of thought.

"That's what I feared," Harry said with a frown, "I really don't want to go to Westeros so I could search for a bloody tree. The land of Seven Kingdoms was never in my plans to visit, at least not before going to Valyria and Myr again. I really want to know what the hell is going on there."

Ralnor nodded his head, he was of the same opinion, but they needed to deal with this problem so they could focus on other things, "We can stay here a few days and see if we can think of something now that the connection is stronger."

"Maybe you are right..." Harry said slowly as he stood up with his full gear on.

The wizard grew up in those last two years and if he kept his face hidden, some even took him for a grown-up man. His hair was still short and his body was conditioned after all those years of training. Harry was sure that even though his magic might still not be as strong as it used to be in his old world, his physical condition was as good as it could be.

Nowadays Harry was garbed in the clothes and armor that he received and then upgraded during his long stay in Yi Ti. It was mostly made out of high-quality hide and leather. But there were some places that had small metal plates on it, like the breastplate, vambraces, and a few spots on Harry's pants. It was mostly colored in black, but there were parts in dark red color. Harry thought that it was a nice, hidden reference to the House Blackfyre.

It was an armor given to Harry as a reward by the God-Emperor of Yin. At first, Harry wanted to protest as he didn't really need a new armor as he would grow out of it after a year of using. Still, the Emperor insisted and after some discussion, the armor was made a few sizes bigger than Harry wore at the time.

Even after two years, the outfit was still a bit too big, but with the help of magic, Harry made it work. After all the time he spent to engrave the needed protection runes, Harry wanted to finally wear it so his impatience was understandable.

Apart from his outfit, Harry also used a simple black cloak with a hood to cover almost everything he possessed. He didn't need people looking at him so they could figure out who the hell was he. The fewer people knew about him the better.

"I know I am," Ralnor said after Harry joined him in looking at the city beneath them, "Do you think that your old friend is here?"

"No clue. He told me that he was going to visit Qarth, but didn't know how long he would stay there. I guess we will need to do some good old information gathering. It is going to be a pain to find a single man in a city that big," the younger wizard finished with a tired sigh.

"He should be one of the few people that can actively use magic in those parts of the world, so it shouldn't be that hard," Ralnor tried to reassure his companion.

"For now let's just go and restock, it has been some time since we visited a city and I am running low on some things."

Ralnor took this as a sign to dematerialize and after Harry deactivated the last wards around him, he transformed into his animagus form and flew in the direction of the city.

Braavos, the wealthiest and probably the most powerful Free City in Essos. The city was sprawled across a hundred islands in a vast lagoon and while Harry thought that it gave the city a particular charm, he knew it could end very badly in the future. One only needed to look at the drowned part of the city to know that the whole city was under such danger.

Harry wasn't sure why no one was worried about such a dangerous possibility, but who he was to worry about it. It wasn't his problem and he was sure that no one would listen to him anyway.

Currently, Harry was walking through the fish market of Braavos, even though the name indicated that only fish should be sold here, one could pretty much buy anything in this market. Apart from that Harry hoped that maybe he could find some information about Maran here, after all the old man was a trader so maybe other traders would know something.

"Did you sense anything?" Harry asked mentally after he finished buying some fruits. He would later put them in the bag with stasis runes so they would remain fresh for a longer time.

"I was wrong and this city has more magic users than I expected, but I can only sense a few presences that could be strong enough to be your friend. There is also the fact that some of them are in one place. We should probably check it out before we go on a wild chase," Ralnor answered as he analyzed everything he could feel in the city.

Harry's eye narrowed slightly, "A group you say? Maran mostly kept to himself in Asshai, but it never hurts to check."

Ralnor only sent a silent agreement back and Harry was left with the task of finding a place to transform. Braavos was big and Harry was too impatient to walk through the whole city while he could just transform into a bird and get to his destination faster.

The first place which Harry decided to investigate turned out to be the famous Isle of the Gods. One of the main islands in the center of Braavos that was dedicated to the various shrines and temples of gods. It was nice to see that at least one of the Free Cities was open to any religion in the world, even if some of them were pretty questionable and savage. Not that Harry would tell that to anyone as they were free to believe in whatever they wanted.

When Harry finally made a full round around the island, he was not surprised that he could feel magic from the Temple of the Lord of Light, "Of course, those bloody priests would be here. Why did I even doubt that?"

Ralnor chuckled inside his mind, "Not a fan of them eh?"

This time it was Harry who couldn't help but snort, "I already told you my opinion of them. I am definitely not going to be friends with any of those priests in the future, but as long as they don't mess with my life, I am fine with ignoring them."

This conversation came to a stop as Harry arrived before a big building with large, black and white doors. Harry could instantly sense the magic coming from it, but he knew that it wasn't completely normal. It had an otherwordly feel to it, and after some thought, Harry realized what it was.

"The Many-Faced God or in one word, Death. I completely forgot about this place," Harry admitted slowly, his gaze still at the black and white doors.

"Well, at least we know that it exists. Do you plan to go in?"

"No, not yet. We have more important things to do now. We can go sightseeing later. I want to find Maran and then get some rest, I am still tired from yesterday's flight," Harry answered as he turned away from the building. They could visit this place again when Harry was at full strength, after all the House was known for its assassins, so Harry would prefer to be prepared.

From there Harry again found a place to transform and flew in the last direction that Maran could be. If he wasn't there, then Harry would need to ask some people around the city and find out if the old man was even in Braavos.

It turned out that Harry was lead to the outskirts of the city where a smaller market area was located. When he finally transformed back, Harry found the place they were looking for.

A small wooden house with open doors, that had some goods placed on the outside.

Harry slowly inspected some of the items and found what he was looking for. Almost every item had some small runes inscribed onto them. They were almost unnoticeable. Harry suspected that if it was Maran who was selling them, the old man decided on only applying a few runes into the items. There was no reason to be outed as a magician in this part of the world. Harry could understand that as he himself didn't want any recognition yet. He didn't need it during his travels.

Placing the bowl down, Harry walked into the building to see what else was in the shop. Maybe he would find something useful again, just like the last time.

"Are you looking for something particular?" asked a voice behind Harry that he instantly recognized.

The young wizard chuckled quietly before answering, "Oh yes. A particularly annoying old man that I met in Asshai. Maybe you know him," after the last sentence, Harry turned around and lowered his hood.

"Harry?" Maran asked wide-eyed, "Dear gods, and here I thought that it was another of those fucking red priests."

"Oh?" Harry raised an eyebrow, "They still trouble you?"

The older man waved him off, "It is not important now. I want to hear what you were doing during all those years. Come to the backroom, I need to close the shop and we can talk."

Harry nodded in agreement and walked through the backdoors. There he sat down on one of the chairs by the table and waited, he could already guess that it was going to be a very long talk.

"I am going to introduce you," Harry informed his companion suddenly.

"You trust him that much?" the surprised voice of Ralnor asked after a second.

"I do," he reassured, "The old man helped me when I was in Asshai and I lived with him for a long time. If I had to name one living person I trust in this world, it would be Maran."

"If you are sure then I am not going to argue."

"Thank you," Harry sent back just as Maran entered the room. The man again observed Harry for a moment before a frown appeared on his face, "Something's wrong Maran?"

"Your magic," he answered uncertainly, "It has changed and I am quite sure that it is almost impossible. Plus you look almost like a grown-up man and you are not even five and ten. What the hell happened to you?"

Harry ran a hand through his hair, "Better sit down, it is going to take some time to explain."

Maran nodded and sat down, he was still confused, but hopefully, he would understand in a moment.

Harry leaned back in his chair and began, "Let me start with that happened in Leng as there I found something very interesting..." and so Harry slowly explained everything that happened on the island of Leng. When he finally got to the part of the aftermath of Harry's and Ralnor's fight, Maran finally asked.

"So what happened to him? You said that you somehow bonded with him, but I can't see him anywhere."

Harry released a heavy sigh and mentally told Ralnor to materialize. Both companions chuckled a bit when they saw Maran's reaction. At least they got some amusement from this whole situation.

Finally, Maran woke up from his shock and stood up to greet the new occupant of the room, "It is a pleasure to meet you, I really should have expected that Harry would find someone like you in his travels," Ralnor returned the short greeting and both men sat down again, "So I guess that he is the cause of the change to your magic," Maran said again addressing Harry.

"Mostly," the youngest wizard admitted, "There was one event a few moons ago that made my magic what it is today."

"Speak then, don't make the old man wait," Maran prodded his young friend.

Harry again nodded and went back to explaining his travels. He went through his small adventure in Yi Ti, his stay in Yin, and some of the things he learned during this time. It was when Harry mentioned traveling to the north of Yi Ti that Maran again interrupted him.

"You traveled through the plains of Jogos Nhai? Are you mad? The tribes there are the equivalent of Dothraki in this part of Essos but are said to be even more ferocious in battle. Not even magic would save you in a fight against the whole tribe," The older man almost shouted during his short speech.

"Calm down Maran," Harry said with a hint of steel in his voice, "I know that sometimes I might be reckless, but I am not that stupid to search for a fight with an army. I mostly traveled in my animagus form and we kept the wards up when I slept."

Maran breathed a sigh of relief, "You can't blame me for worrying, you seem to find yourself in the most unusual situations. A fight with an army wouldn't surprise me nowadays... Anyway, why did you want to even go there? The Thousand Islands?"

"This was the plan in the beginning, but it all changed when I arrived in...

Nefer, named by travelers as the Secret City, the capital of N'ghai or rather the last city of the once small kingdom. The tribes of Jogos Nhai destroyed every other village or city in their raids or attacks.

Harry never found too much information about the city, but if he was to believe the rumors then it was home for necromancers and torturers. Harry really doubted that it was the truth, but he would see for himself in just a few minutes as he was currently entering the city through its main gates.

Surprisingly the guards didn't even stop him to check who Harry was, and the wizard was quite confused. What city, which was repeatedly raided by savage tribes would have such a poor defense. If it wasn't for the high stone walls and the rumored magicians, the city would have probably fallen a long time ago.

The sight that greeted Harry inside wasn't something that he ever expected. He knew that those rumors must have come from somewhere, but this was something else.

The streets of the city were quite populated and this was understandable, as after all this was the only big city in these parts of the world. But it was the sight of creatures that Harry never saw before, that made the young wizard shocked.

All of them were of a darker color, be it grey, black or dark red. Most of them resembled animals that had some additional limbs or body parts that Harry never saw on animals. There were also others that had some resemblance to humans, but with the same additional parts.

Still, as Harry observed each of those creatures more closely, he realized one thing they all had in common.

They were all animated corpses. This was quite easy to spot as each of those creatures had at least one spot where Harry could see rotted body parts or even complete lack of them. This fact told Harry that the rumors about necromancers were true. The question was how many people could wield this type of magic here and what exactly were those creatures.

"Demons," said the quiet voice of Ralnor in Harry's mind, "I only know of them from some rare scrolls that my people once possessed. Normally those creatures were only legends of the Mossovy forest, but it turns out that they are real."

Harry stiffened a bit at the mention of Demons, his old-world also known those creatures from myths, and even the magical community believed them to be creations of imagination. Harry wondered why people had chosen this particular name for those creatures. Was it the appearance, abilities, or something else?

"So the forest has more of those creatures?" Harry asked to make sure.

"Probably, but if you want to be sure, we should probably gather information here. After all, those necromancers reanimated them," Ralnor said after a bit of thought. He didn't know more about those creatures. Only bits and pieces of what he read centuries ago.

Harry nodded in agreement, information first, action later.

"So the rumors are true," Maran said after a moment of silence, "People never believed those traders that were brave enough to visit the Secret City. I was quite sure that something was wrong with the Mossovy forest, but I could never get any confirmation. Most of the people who travel to those lands never come back."

Harry drummed his fingers on the table, "Nefer was certainly an interesting place. While full of necromancers, the people there were surprisingly nice. I don't know about the torturers, but they probably kept their hobby to themselves. Apart from that, the city was full of demon hunters."

"So those people went to Mossovy on their own free will, to hunt beasts that could kill them?" Maran asked incredulously.

Harry and Ralnor chuckled loudly, "For them, it is like hunting animals, only a lot more dangerous."

"And let me guess, you decided to do some hunting yourself," Maran stated more than asked.

Harry's wide grin was enough of an answer for the older man, "You know me too well old man."

It had been almost a week since Harry arrived in Nefer and he and Ralnor were finally ready for some action. They tried to gather as much information as they could during they stay and to be honest, they were surprised by some of the things they found.

Nefer's sinister reputation was definitely wrong - if you ignored all the necromancers and demons running around -, personally Harry thought that people in the city were quite nice. Maybe a bit distant and guarded, but still nice. Even if Harry always had his hood up people didn't care, but that wasn't really surprising as almost half of the population hid their faces.

Harry had even managed to talk with an older necromancer, who again was a pleasant conversationalist. He explained to Harry how anyone in Nefer who could wield magic, became a necromancer at a young age and then went to Mossovy to gain their minions. Not every magician came back from the forest, but people thought about this process as an unofficial trial of passage.

Harry and Ralnor thought that it was a bit stupid as this way they lost some of their magic-users, but Harry didn't voice his opinion. It wasn't his place to question their traditions.

Finally, the man told him about the demon hunters. Those always went in small groups to either kill demons that were trying to expand their territory outside Mossovy or when the hunters wanted to practice.

Harry of course asked the man where he could sign up for such a hunt and that was why the young wizard was currently traveling in company with three others to the borders of the forest.

After his long stay in Yi Ti Harry really wanted to test himself against some stronger opponents and he hoped that he would find them here. He didn't need to hide most of his magic as those people were used to it, so at least he would be able to go all out.

"The demons on the edges of the forests were quite weak. A well-placed strike to the head killed most of the smaller ones and weaker elemental attacks took care of the stronger ones," Harry explained the beginning of his journey into Mossovy, "Don't get me wrong, they were strong. And an average foot soldier would probably have some problems with defeating one of them, but I had both magic and my skill with swords at my side that I trained with for years. I expected to deal with them quickly."

"But we might have gotten a bit too confident and we paid the price later on," Ralnor added with a wince.

Maran sighed in exasperation, "Of course you would, but you are still sitting before me so I guess that like always you managed to get out."

"Something like that," Harry mumbled out with hands covering his face. It definitely was one of his worst days.

Harry definitely should have expected something like that. Lately, his luck was quite good and it was high time for everything to fall apart. His and Ralnor's overconfidence certainly didn't help. Maybe it was the lack of his usual dangerous adventures that caused this, but Harry with his old and new experiences should have known better.

At first, their hunt was going pretty well, Harry was even having some fun in fighting those twisted creatures and he was glad to finally be able to test himself. Ralnor was slightly bored, but Harry promised his companion that he could materialize after they got a bit deeper into the forest.

The three other hunters were slightly in awe how easily Harry killed some of the demons, but they still did their job and helped when a particular big horde came rushing at the group.

Unfortunately, the fun came to a quick end when Harry heard one of the hunters shout a warning about an Alpha and a small horde. The wizard knew what those were as the hunters explained it to him during their trip.

Alpha was a demon that was much stronger and usually bigger than a normal demon. They were quite rare and if one showed itself, the hunters would always need the help of at least five necromancers to put it down.

Harry knew that if one attacked them now, then the normal hunters would most likely die, "Kill the smaller ones, I will stall the Alpha until you deal with them!"

Maybe it wasn't the best course of action, but it at least gave the hunters a chance to survive and then help Harry. Besides Ralnor would be able to finally help him so they might have a chance of killing it on their own.

The other hunters surprisingly listened to Harry's orders and left him to deal with the approaching monster that finally walked into the clearing.

"Ready Ralnor?" Harry asked as his companion's transparent form materialized next to him and took the obsidian short sword from Harry.

The older man gave him a small smirk, "Let's see what this thing is capable of."

The monster definitely deserved its Alpha title. It had the build of and overgrown panther - almost as tall as Harry -, with sharp, visible claws, red eyes, spikes at some parts of its body, and pitch-black fur. Apart from that, the demon had three long tails instead of one and each of them was bladed at its end. Harry was quite sure that even his armor would have problems with withstanding a hit from one of them.

That was why Harry activated his reinforcement magic to boost his physical capabilities and Ralnor instantly backed off when they saw the beast move.

At first, both Harry and Ralnor tried to hurt the demon with their long-range elemental attacks. Those did some damage, but it didn't stop it from attacking Harry who was closer to it.

Because of this fact, Harry didn't have enough time to use more complicated attacks and Ralnor was struggling to keep up with the beast's speed. Even though Harry grew stronger in the last year, he still couldn't support Ralnor's full strength.

Harry mostly focused on dodging the attacks as he was pretty sure that even with his reinforcement, he wouldn't be able to overpower the beast. He was good, but not that good.

Finally, Ralnor managed to knock the beast of its feet with a few well-placed earth pillars. Harry quickly used that moment to draw Ralnor's old short-sword, put it on fire, and slice through one of the demon's tails.

The severed limb instantly fell down and Harry didn't have enough time to dodge the second tail that came at him as the demon released an enraged howl.

The young wizard was thrown back a few feet back and he instantly felt pain in his chest. The impact probably broke one of his ribs and while Harry was used to fighting in much worse condition, it would still be annoying.

Meanwhile, Ralnor used this moment to erect a wall between Harry and the demon as the beast decided to send some of its spikes at Harry's lying form.

"Get up! This fucker can fire spikes from its body," Ralnor shouted to get Harry moving.

Harry quickly nodded in thanks and got up. He used the wall to quickly gather some more magic and then he directed it into the earth. The demon didn't even get any time to react before a dozen ice spears emerged from the ground and flew at it.

Satisfied with his job Harry watched as Ralnor sent two earth golems to fight the demon. He wasn't stupid enough to waste this time just on watching as Harry was again preparing his magic to send one of his most powerful techniques.

He never got his chance to fire as the beast, even in its injured state, danced between the two golems and bypassed them completely. Before the older man could dodge, the demon buried its claws in Ralnor's body. Never before was he fatally injured and both Ralnor and Harry had no clue what would happen.

As Ralnor's body dematerialized, Harry felt even stronger pain in his chest, "Ralnor, what the fuck is going on!"

"It appears that I can't die, but after my form gets killed, some of the injuries will be applied to you," he answered in a grim tone. It definitely wasn't something they wanted to find out on the battlefield.

"How the hell it got so fast?! Can you even materialize again?" Harry shouted in his mind as he again barely dodged another of the demon's attacks.

"It is probably some kind of the last resort. It is fatally injured after all the attacks we used on it and now it is just using all of its strength to kill us both. And I can materialize again, but I might be much weaker," Ralnor answered as quickly as he could.

It definitely wasn't what Harry wanted to hear. He knew that he was heavily bleeding and if they didn't finish the demon fast then he would die. The strain on his muscles from using so much of reinforcement magic wasn't helping either.

"Alright, I will try to stop it for a moment, you will need to do the rest," after Harry received a mental nod, he cut the link off and reached into one of his pouches. Harry knew that none of his recreated spells would work on the beast, they were too slow and required too much focus. Besides Harry didn't have time to check if the demon had some magic resistance. That was why his elemental magic was a safe bet, even if the demon was tanking every hit.

Decided on the next step Harry took out a handful of small obsidian stones from the pouch. Then he gathered magic for another attack and turned around to face the demon.

The best was not that far away from Harry and it visibly prepared to shoot its spikes. The wizard used this moment the create a shield of pure fire before him. It was one of Harry's harder techniques, but now it would be perfect.

All of the spikes dissolved in the fire so Harry threw the small stones at the barrier and quickly shielded his face. The world exploded in light and Harry knew from the beast's howl that it definitely was affected.

Not wasting any more time Harry gave a mental signal to his companion and rushed at the beast. Both of his in-born elements swirled around Harry as he sent even more projectiles along with some bombarda charms at the disoriented demon. After the act was done the wizard fell to the ground exhausted and injured.

Ralnor knew that it was his only chance to act so he materialized with the last bits of magic available to them both and grabbed his fallen sword. In record time, he cleared the distance between him and the demon, and drove the shortsword through the beast's head, finally killing it.

The old magician then felt his form disappearing again and knew that he only had a moment before he would disappear forever along with his companion.

"Ralnor! The potion, quickly!" as the realization settled in his mind, Ralnor rushed to Harry and quickly pulled out the potion that could save them both. Harry drank it without a question and Ralnor watched in awe as every wound on Harry's body disappeared and his magic began to replenish faster.

Harry chuckled tiredly, "At least the elf was right."

"You almost died and needed to use the potion," Maran deadpanned, dragging a hand through his face, "Still, how in the gods' name did it manage to almost defeat two powerful mages."

"You weren't there Maran, this demon was much faster than anything I ever fought and it just wouldn't die! I couldn't even use my more powerful attacks as they take more time and focus to create. In a fight against another soldier or mage, it wouldn't be a problem, but against the demon, it was a pain," Harry explained before pointing at his companion, "And Ralnor couldn't use too much of his power before I took the potion. Even now he still can't use his full power, but we are getting there. Besides, while I had my reinforcement, Ralnor couldn't use it as he is made out of magic. We are still working on finding an alternative."

Maran slumped in his chair, "I guess it is understandable... Now tell me what did the potion exactly do to you?"

"It definitely made my connection to magic stronger, both my elemental magic and spells are easier to use. Like you see it made me grow a bit faster, but I was tall even before taking this potion so I am still not sure about it. Apart from that, I didn't notice any more changes," Harry said with a shrug at the end.

"Also ,I can now access a lot more magic and my form is almost completely solid," Ralnor added.

Maran shook his head at the casual tone his two guests had, "I don't even know how to comment that so I will just ask, do you have any more tales like this one for me?"

"Not really. After our adventure in the forest, we slowly began to travel in the direction of Braavos. We stopped here and there, but no encounter was as dangerous as the one in Mossovy. We mostly trained to be prepared in case of another fight like that. We did not know gow to fight a mad beast that was slightly intelligent."

The old man breathed a sigh of relief, "Good, good. I am too old to listen to shit like this. Now, I am sure that you have something planned next. What is it?"

Harry shrugged again, "We will stay in Braavos for a few more days, but after that, I was hoping that you knew someone who would take me behind the Wall."

Maran palmed his face, "Of course you would want to go there..."

So this is it.

While I am mostly satisfied with this chapter, there is one part that I just can't get right no matter how many times I try.

The fight scene. For the first time, I am slightly displeased with how I wrote a fight. It was very hard to write a believable fight without making my characters look like idiots. In the end, I still don't think that I managed to do it, but at least now it is not as bad as it was in the beginning.

I am sorry if you didn't like it, but I was so frustrated with this scene that I just don't want to write it again. It was an important part of this whole story, so I just couldn't skip it. I really hope that you all enjoyed it at least a bit.

Before I finish this AN, I would like to again ask you all to give me your opinion about my new story, "Road to Power". Every opinion will be welcome.

Thank you all for reading.

Have a good day/night.