Prolog

As a terrible storm rocked through Dragonstone. But between lightning strikes and the roaring of waves crashing against the cliffs could be heard the cries of a baby. It was the night of the birth of Daenerys Targaryen, Daughter to Rhaella and Aerys Targaryen. It was also the last night she would have spent on Dragonstone for a long time. A bunch of servants loyal to House Targaryen had the infant in their arms trying to get to a ship to Essos to avoid the Dogs of the Usurper. But as the small group composed of a Maester, a Nurse, several guards and lastly of a teacher of the mostly forgotten tongue of the Valyrian City States entered yet another hallway leading to the harbour they felt a strange sensation as if something of great importance would happen soon. They saw a purple vortex appearing before them. To fast to stop in middle of running nearly all fell through beside one lucky guard. This guard would later tell Robert Baratheon of the disappearing of the princess of Dragonstone into an unknown world.


Karl Franz was in a bright mood. He and his Reiksguard had killed a formidable horde of Beastmen without any major injuries. Beside that the Twintailed Comet shone in the ski. Sigmar seemed to have given a sign. Today would be a great night. He heard suddenly a cry from a woman and the sounds of fight. He led Deathclaw to the origin of the source. A small hoard of Beastmen had attacked a small party of maybe 11 men and one women. Deathclaw seemed to understand his master's wish as he dived down to attack the chaos spawn. It was a short yet bloody battle. After the last Ungor had fallen to Ghal Maraz the small group of now 8 had come to thank him in a strange language.

"Es tut mir leid aber ich verstehe sie nicht." He told them in Reikspiel. One of them a man with a strange chain around his neck stepped forward. He answered in a so heavy accented Reikspiel it was barely understandable.

"Wir wollten euch nur danken Lord. Wir wissen nicht wo wir sind oder wie wir hierhergekommen sind. Wir flehen euch an bitte kümmert euch um dieses Kind. Sie hatte nichts mit den Verbrechen ihres Vaters zu tun." (1) He told. At the last comment Karl raised an eyebrow. But as he looked into the eyes of the baby hold by the woman, apparently a nurse of some kind, he noticed something. In her violet eyes he saw a reflection of the Twintailed Comet. It almost seemed to burn brighter in her eyes than it did in the sky. He thought just maybe she was another gift from Sigmar.


6 years later

Daenerys Targaryen Holswig Schliestein was bored. She was in a small chamber educated by the Maester come with her. While she didn't mind lessons in Reikspiel, politics, warfare, economies, history of the Empire and the like and to a certain degree Valyrian and the History of the Freehold the Common tongue and the History of Westeros bored her to no end. She tried her best to concentrate on her lessons but she was excited because her father had promised her a special gift.

"Young Princess what are the words of house Tully?" Maester Volcan asked.

"Family. Honour. Duty." She stated annoyed.

"Yes. Now let's talk about the Rebellion by House Baratheon. The Rebellion started by Prince Rhaegar taking Lyanna Stark. Brandon Stark rode to the Red Keep demanding the Prince to give back his sister. The King took him and sent for the father of the boy Richard Stark, Warden of the North. The king murdered both of them and demanding Lord Jon Arryn to sent his wards heads to him. Instead Lord Arryn raised his Banners and the Rebellion started. After several great battles with Robert winning more with luck than skill the armies clashed against each other at the Trident. At first it seemed as if the Loyalist would win but after Robert had defeated the Prince in hand to hand combat the battle was lost for the Loyalists. After this Tywin Lannister took the capital and his son killed the king he sworn to protect. Roberts brother Stannis was tasked to take Dragonstone and…" He hesitated.

"Maester what happened next?" Dany asked now interested. It didn't happen often her tutor didn't know what to say.

"Well a certain Princess was born and I was in her retinue as she somehow crossed worlds." The forty years old man smiled at her. "But what happened to your brother and Dragonstone I don't know." He explained with a slight blush on his face.

"If you don't mind me asking. Where were the Kingsguard at the Trident?" She asked.

"Ser Gerold Hightower the Lord Commander was absent but had with Ser Oswell Whent and Ser Arthur Dayne a special mission in the mountains of Dorne. Prince Lewyn Martell, Ser Jonothor Darry and Ser Barristan Selmy fought alongside the Prince. While Prince Martell and Ser Darry died in battle Ser Selmy bend the knee. And what happened with Ser Lannister I have told you." He explained.

This raised her interest. She had a suspicion what this mission was based on what her Maester had told her about them. 3 of the best of the Kingsguard guarding something in the mountains of Dorne seemed strange. But she would probably never find prove to it. As someone clapped against the door of the chamber she excitedly got to the door. As she opened the door she was greeted by a tall man. He wore a fine looking blue jacket over a red shirt. His blue trousers looked also of high qualities. His leather shoes were clearly used. He wore a smile at seeing the small girl in front of him.

"Papa! Ich habe dich vermisst!" Daenerys happily shouted as she hugged her father.

"Ich dich auch mein kleiner Drache. Ich hoffe du hast dich gut benommen?" Asked the man.

„Ja, Herr. Sie war heute wesentlich interessierter als sonst." Maester Volcan answered.

„Wenn das so ist…" The man announced and put his adoptive daughter down. He then led her to the courtyard. There stood a Reiksguard with a black casket in his hands.

"Das meine Tochter ist Garret von Ubersreik und dein neuer Fechtmeister." He was interupted by his Daughter who thanked him again and again.

"Und das Kästchen ist für dich." Karl Franz told his adoptive daughter with a smile. As she stepped to the knight and opened the casket her eyes turning blank at seeing a black egg with red cracks. She picked it up cautiously and walked to a near fire. She threw it into the fire and after a short while demanded a Fire Wizard to heat the flame up. To puzzled one nearby standing complied. Karl Franz wanted to pull his daughter away until he heard a small shriek. Daenerys slowly turned to the men and women at the courtyard. On her shoulder sat a black baby dragon with red highlights. She had a smirk on her face.

"Vater das ist Rhaegal." She motioned to the small dragon. Karl Franz had to laugh at the similarities to his life. He hugged his daughter and told her how proud he was of her.


10 Years later

Daenerys accompanied her father on Rhaegal to Ostland. After her rode the Ritter des Drachens. A chapter of knight formed after the tales of her swordsmanship and her dragon mount had spread. She had to chuckle as she remembered as the first knights had suggested it to her. She was maybe 9 years old and had slain a Gor on a hunting trip. As the hunting party returned several knights awaited her and asked if she would be their chapter master. She had agreed. they were 6 back then. Now they were 500. The Ritter des Drachens was a prestigious chapter with two hard trial to pass until the aspirant could join the chapter. First, they had to survive a fight with the chapter master one minute. Second, they had to tell her why they wanted to join. If they weren't honest or had not noble motives they were cast out. Daenerys didn't care if the new member was male or female as long as they surpassed her tests.

She stopped her musing as she felt something strange happen. The stars above the slowly regrowing woods of Ostland seemed to shift. She knew this feeling somewhere but whatever it was it seemed clearly to have to do with Chaos.


Meanwhile

A Chaos sorcerer had prepared the biggest ritual to be ever seen. Thousands of cultist were either chanting, sacrificing or being sacrificed to their dark gods. The goal was simple: To get rid of the Empire. As the last sacrifice had been made the sorcerer noticed something terrible wrong. A rune was not correctly made. This changed the purpose from one of destruction to a teleportation. He tried to reach it but the ritual was completed. The complete Empire and all its inhabitants were suddenly pulled from this planet. This caused the Geomantic Web to destabilize and a big explosion could be heard as this unknown planet was ripped into a million pieces. Chaos may have triumphed above order but in this process had destroyed itself.


A.N.

Hope you like this chapter. If you have any questions ask right away. If you find any mistakes point them out to me.