296 AC, Braavos…
Harrar was just an ordinary man who was selling clams in the harbour. He had no family so selling clams was getting him enough pay to live. Though he sometimes got into trouble with guards as he did not have any permission to sell them, with some bribery he was able to continue his job.
His life was monotone and his only social activity was drinking in the local inn and going brother once in a while but everything changed when the fire worshippers came…
At first, one or two refugees were coming from Tyrosh but later, their numbers grew as they didn't want to become slaves in Myr or Pentos, their first destination became Braavos because such a thing did not exist here.
Of course, all of these people couldn't live without working so they got jobs as hair trimmers, bartenders, waiters and peddlers. As a result, Harrar's work was also affected and what he gained was cut half. Also, they sold their goods at half the price of his. They were working in groups so while one of them was digging clam, the other was preparing and selling it so they did not need such a thing like transportation fees or so.
Harrar was not able to drink at his favourite inn or go to his favourite whore anymore. And he had to borrow some coins from his friends as he was having difficulties to pay for his rent. He even went to local guards to complain but even they did not do anything as they had orders from above to be understanding of these "pitiful" men.
So Harrar gathered men in the same situation with him and went to beat the shit out of those refugees and warn them but when they cornered one of them, the little shit's friends came upon them. In the end, a fight broke out in the streets of the Braavos and when the guards arrested them, it was them who were flogged for inciting violence in the streets while the refugees were released as a result of the protests due to them getting arrested.
Harrar thought refugees were more united then his people, Braavosi, while he made his way to his rented home. However, he was not able to enter his house as his keys were not working. Soon, he realized this and went to his landowner to ask about it. However, Harrar learned a horrible truth when he talked with his landowner.
The landowner was threatened by the refugees as he owned the house so he had to kick Harrar out. Harrar was incensed hearing about this news and marched out of the landowner's place but he did not know where to go. While he was roaming the streets, he found a place to sleep in the harbour. He put his arm under his head and closed his eyes to sleep but just a few minutes later he was awakened to some shouts.
"I found him! He is here, come on!"
The voice had a strange vibe to it and Harrar recognized the man as a foreigner as his Low Valyrian was different from the one used by Braavosi. He opened his eyes to look but what greeted him was a foot coming to his face. As soon as he opened his eyes and blinked once, he felt a sharp pain on his face.
"Did you think you could escape after attacking me? Fuckin' Braavosi, take this!"
Harrar felt a gruesome pain on his stomach and tried to protect himself. However, he heard footsteps coming from behind the man and cheered himself in the hopes that they were the guards. Though his hopes were no avail as the ones coming were the friends of the man.
"Come on, we will teach this fucker to not mess with us!"
"Aye!"
"Aye!!"
Not long after, they too begin hitting Harrar and soon Harrar blacked out because of the pain while hearing the curses of the men.
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Harrar was stunned when he opened his eyes as he was not in the streets. He looked around while panicking. This was not a place he knew and he was afraid of being kidnapped by those refugees. He tried to stand up and to his surprise, he did not feel any pain on his body. He looked to himself and saw no trace of bruises.
The door opened while he was examining his body and a man with a white beard came in. He was carrying bread and some water in his hands. He smiled when he saw Harrar awoke.
"So you woke up, there were some nasty wounds there. You are lucky I woke up to the sounds and found you."
The man walked up to Harrar and held out the bread and the water, "Here have this, you must be hungry as you slept for two days straight."
Harrar was surprised to hear that he slept for two days but indeed, his belly was grumbling so he took them and just as he was about to begin eating, he remembered something.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"Oh forgive my bluntness, I am Nakys. Frankly speaking, I only heal people with his gift." said the old man.
Harrar was confused, "Whose gift?"
Nakys smiled and put his on Harrar's shoulder, "We will talk about that later, for now, just get rest. Those refugees still roam the streets and came looking for you the same morning."
"Ohh… sorry…" Harrar hung his head in shame while Nakys patted his back with a smile on his face.
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Two years later, a few hours before the invasion of Pentos and Myr…
Harrar woke up as he has always done for the last two years. The last two years of his life have been a new beginning for him. He found his salvation and his purpose in his life. He was cleansing his great country from those refugees one by one and today, his purpose was going to be completed.
After preparing himself, he went to the hall of the mansion. There were many people like him in this great house and all of them were worshippers of the same god. Of course, from outside, they were just a bunch of merchants who have banded together to create a conglomerate. However, inside, they were working for a common purpose, liberating people of Braavosi from the hands of the demons.
Their organization was rich and they were one of the main partners of the economy of Braavos and a close friend of the Sea Lord. Today, Sea Lord was organizing a party in his mansion and the leaders of the coalition, in other words, heads of Free Cities, were invited. Though the leaders of the other Free Cities were not coming personally, still their emissaries were going to be in Braavos.
As the close friend of Sea Lord, one of them was also invited to show their support financially to their cause. Of course, the only ones invited were not them as many rich merchants were coming to the party. Bishop Nakys, head of the secret temple of Braavos, decided on Harrar as their delegate.
Harrar knew today was going to be the most important day for him so he was a little bit nervous while eating his breakfast.
"Harrar, come to my room after finishing your breakfast." A voice came from the doors. Harrar turned his head and saw Bishop Nakys so he nodded his head.
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Harrar knocked on the door and entered inside. He saw Nakys sitting behind the table and reading something from the paper.
"Bishop," Harrar greeted him with his head and waited.
Sometime later, Nakys raised his head and looked at him, "Are you going with these clothes?" he asked.
"Yes," Harrar answered.
"Good," Nakys said with a nod and raised himself from his chair. He went to a locked closet just beside the table and opened it with a key he wore as a necklace.
Harrar saw only two bottles with green substances inside them. There was nothing else in the closet so he was surprised. Nakys took them with great caution and placed them on the table slowly. The bottles were connected to each other with a wire and there were pins on their corks.
Nakys turned to Harrar and looked at him, "Put them inside your inner pockets." he said.
Harrar nodded his head without a thought and went to pick up the bottles but Nakys grabbed his hand.
"Be careful!" he shouted, "You need to move with grace, Harrar! This is a very important thing, don't forget it. Now, take one of them and put it inside your pocket."
Harrar nodded his head again and slowly took the bottles. Nakys picked the other one and moved his behind and slowly raised his clothes upwards and passed the wire under his clothes and put the bottle to his other pocket.
Then, Nakys went to his table and opened his drawer. He took out a little bottle and gave it to Harrar.
"Drink this, it will help you in your mission," Nakys said.
Harrar nodded as always and drank the liquid in one gulp. Nakys grasped him from his shoulders and looked at him in the eye.
"Son, it has been two years. You did many things for the temple, your service will not be forgotten and what you will do today will be told to the Prophet. Have faith in him, for he is the one that will open the gates of heaven for us."
Harrar teared up hearing his words, all the oppressed emotions rose like a wave in the ocean.
Nakys strengthened his grasp and said, "Now, now… be strong, my boy. Here take this." Nakys took out a wooden charm from his pocket and gave it to Harrar, "My father gave this to me on the day he died. He said this was a good-luck charm. It passed down from one generation to another until me, you know I can't have children as I gave myself to God. I saw you as my child for two years and this will help you until the end."
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A hour later, in the ballroom…
There were people from every corner of the Western Essos and all of them were sipping from their drinks while laughing and smiling. The Sea Lord was on the highest point of the room and was talking to the emissaries from other Free Cities. They were separated from other guests and several guards were standing between them.
Harrar was standing while looking at the guards and sipping from his wine. He was sweating a little bit and his vision was too sharp for his liking because of the liquid he was given by Nakys.
He was trying to get close to the Sea Lord as much as possible but every time he tried to move towards them someone was stopping him to have a talk. Their conglomerate was big and prosperous so many people wished to have trade relations with them.
"Harrar, come here meet Sallar."
Suddenly, Harrar heard a voice and turned his head to see Sea Lord inviting him. A smile came to his face and he went up to the stairs without even caring about the man he left behind.
He passed the guards without batting an eye. His hand was already going towards the bottle in his inner pocket. As soon as he approached the Sea Lord, he muttered under his breath, "For the Prophet."
Green flames rose amidst the Braavos, the sun hidden behind the green colour and the eyes of every Braavosi was painted green.
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