Prologue- With Death Comes New Life
Her screams echoed though the stone fortress; they were loud and as constant as the breaking waves and far more powerful than the thunder that roared along the black coastal waters that panicked outside. As the thunder boomed and the lighting cracked across the soot colored sky, the screaming grew louder.
All of Dragonstone was cold and pitch with shadow, the room where Queen Rhaella, who was in labor with her final child, alone was bathed in a sickly golden light. The pain for her was the most unbearable she had experienced from birthing all of her children. Her small frame was shaking from all the shock and her sweat clad hand clutched that of her trusted guard and threatened to never release it. She violently threw her head back and let forth another broken cry; there is only so much that the Dragon can take before it would succumb.
Outside the the room was her son, the young prince, Viserys Targaryen. He sat with his knees pulled against his chest and his long white locks hanging his face, while his clouded purple eyes glowering across the way. He was glaring at the strange men that Ser Willem Darry,a loyalist to his House, sent from the continent Ulthos. An urgent letter was sent, pleading for help from the Land of Fire months ago- but it only had arrived about two weeks earlier. Willem was thankful that Konoha sent help to them in their time of need, despite the tardiness of the aid in question.
The young dragon continued to stare down haughtily at the men who stood before him. They each wore gray flank jackets and sleeveless black shirts, on their lower arms they wore armor-like gloves and every man presented a red spiral tattoo on their broad shoulders. The man on the right had sliver hair, somewhat like a Targaryen- a sight that made Viserys' stomach turn with suspicion- he was tall and had a slight muscular build. The man to his left was much shorter than the younger, he had brown hair like tree-bark and appeared to have been a year or two older than himself. They looked like any run of the mill sellswords, but the young prince found himself intimidated. What truly made these men fearsome were the masks they wore; animal faces carved from porcelain, each painted with individual markings. Since their arrival to Dragonstone, the masks were always present- in fact, the only time Viserys had seen one even so much as shift, was when he had demanded their removal. The silver-haired man complied, removing his mask to reveal another. Only now did Viserys realized the man had been mocking him, and he could feel his face grow hot with annoyance.
Willem had once explained to the young prince that they are special warriors from Ulthos; a continent that most of the Westerosi towns-dwellers believe as only a myth, for not many had ventured past the Shadowlands of the Asshai. They called themselves the Shinobi; and from this group were the Anbu, the most powerful and feared of the warrior tribe. The only thing that was made known about these men were their names, the sliver-haired man was called Kakashi and the shorter boy was Tenzo.
The child found himself frightened by Kakashi, and on occasions, would never look him directly in the face- for one of the warriors' eyes was blood red in color and seemed absolutely soul-piercing. But at this moment, while his mother's screams pierce the dark, he found himself staring down the older man in attempt to make himself stronger through some unspoken self-training. Stronger for himself, stronger for his mother, and stronger for his House. A dragon fears no man. For he is fire, and fear itself.
But Kakashi continued to pay the feeble prince no mind, completely aware of the younger's staring. Boom! Another roar of the thunder and the Targaryen child flinched. Ah yes, what brave dragon he is. Kakashi smirked but remained deep in thought of tragic happenings that was occurring that evening. He ruminated and stared off. How was he so late to aid of the last of the Targaryen fleet? He rushed as fast as he could, but it was far too late. The sea had swallowed the ships whole, the men screamed as they drowned, and- it was Queen's own screaming pulled him back into the damp dark reality that he had found himself in, and the prince was still peering at him through the dark.
He glanced directly at the ghostly pale boy; he felt a rare pity for the child, the poor thing has lost everything, including his home and family. The man thought back to when the Fourth gave them details for the mission from the scroll received from the Hokage, and he thought of the pain that twisted Minato's face when had he read the letter. It had come from Westros, a land so far away it was often forgotten. Kakashi was summoned specifically for the mission; Minato wanted the most skillful for it, and so the Anbu was called forth and sent immediately.
He and Tenzo were to guard the exiled Queen Rhaella Tarygaryen, who was with child and was accompanied by her young son. The original plan was to escort them to Dragonstone and wait for the war to come and go, returning them to the Keep in King's Landing and collecting the reward. But by the time the warriors had arrived, the rebellion had begun and the House of Targaryen had already begun to fall. Kakashi had seldom seen Westeros,and had hope to see it's fruitful lands and flourishing cities- but he had since then only had seen the ocean and the dark confines of the abandoned island.
The man often times found himself scoffing at how easily a war was started over something so miniscule it could have been resolved overnight. From what he had heard gossiped amongst the other men, the crown prince Rhaegar Targaryen, fancied a young but betrothed Stark woman named Lyanna, so the two ran away together- or he had kidnapped her- he had heard so many version that he honestly could not tell the story without either being a possibility. The girl's family demanded her return no matter the situation,and her father and brother came to retrieve her resulting in the the King's- whom as often rumored to be mad- labeling them with treason. Thus, the House Bartheon, the Starks, and Tullys- under the command of young Robert Bartheon- Lyanna Stark's betothed- rebelled against King Aerys. The battles were no challenge for the rebelling Houses, and soon after Robert had slayed the crown prince Rhaegar. The House Lannister soon joined in the rebellion, purging the capital with a swift massacre. A sworn guard had finished it, murdering the King and ending it against Kakashi's favor.
What made Kakashi's stomach turn most was the death of Rhaegar's family. Lannister men broke into the Targaryen home, killing them off one by one. His young daughter, Rhaenys, was hiding under the bed when she was dragged out by one of the men, who proceeded to take out his sword and stab the toddler fifty times. After the deed was done, they headed down stairs to the nursery where Princess Elia was with her baby. The infant son was snatched from his mother's arms and the man called Gregor Clegane dashed his head against the wall , he then proceeded to rape and murder the Princess. All this made him think Obito and Rin. The image of Rin invaded his mind, her dead eyes pierced his soul as the crimson blood poured from her mouth.
She whispered his name,"...Kakashi..."
Kakashi was once again shot back out his thoughts by the wailing of a baby. Viserys stood immediately, and slowly entered the room with the Anbu trailing behind. Rhaella laid in the bed motionless; her face was paled with sweat and her long silver hair was tangled as it stuck to her skin, her breathing was slow and hitched. Kakashi observed how she was so fragile and weak, she could not even hold her own child to her. Her head shifted to her misty eyed son.
"Daenerys. Her name … is Daenerys." Barely audible, her eyes started to slowly droop and her breathing grew slower than before. "Viserys... you must ... watch over her..."
Viserys clasped his mother's hand and squeezed it tightly as he began to weep.
"You can't leave me!" He shouted as the tears stuck in his lashes made it hard to see her face. "Father and Rhaegar have all ready left me! You have to stay... Please!"
She stared back, her body stone-cold. Everyone in the room bowed their head in silence, while Daenerys still wailed on, unaware of the death of her vessel. One of the guards opened door with urgency.
"Stannis Bartheon and his fleet are on the way to Dragonstone!"
The midwife and Viserys glanced about in fear. Ser Willem quickly started to give orders, seizing the newborn Targaryen away from the midwife and handed her over to Kakashi.
"Take the prince and princess to our last ship," he then turned to the midwife and guards,"gather as many supplies as you can carry. Now, hurry!"
"Yes sir," the two Shinobi said in unison.
Tenzo swiftly grabbed hold of Viserys' arm, but he was fighting to leave his mothers side .
"No! She needs to have a proper burial! We cannot leave her!" Viserys wept. Willem kneeled down before the child, level headed, he looked at him with sympathy in his eyes. He put his hands on Viserys' shoulders.
"There is no time. You need to survive. For you are our one true King, and you must be kept save. Now go! Head to ship with your sister."
With a crying baby in Kakashi's arms and the sorrowful boy clutching Tenzo's arm, they hastily went down the stone steps of the circular staircase, the footsteps echoing throughout the grand hall as the iron chandelier shook over head. They made a right turn out of the behemoth iron doors, the midsummer storm still raged on, beating against the foundation of the great structure.
The four of them stepped out on the muddy beach and staggering towards the ship. The waves were ferocious against the rocks on the shore and above the sky was dark with storm clouds , no moonlight nor starlight could be seen. The storm had greatly damaged the ship and repairs were to be immediate.
Tenzo grasped his hands together and the sound of crackling of wood came from the rocking ship. Viserys stood in stunned silence, his violet eyes grew wide and his mouth slightly fell. He was completely bewildered at what he saw before him. Maybe it was all the sea salt and sand that the wind had been blowing into his eyes, but alas, it wasn't that at all. He watched as the wood grow back together on the vessel with ease as Tenzo miraculously fixed it.
Once everyone boarded the watercraft, Viserys, who had grown increasingly agitated with Daenerys' crying, was rubbing his temples when Willem approached him carrying an old brown sack. He turned to face him,"What is it Ser Darry?"
Willem open the sack and from it he pulled out a gold crownlet. It was shaped as a dragon, it's mouth jarred open with a fire opal in it's teeth. This was Rhaella's crown- and this- was all that left her existence. He took the crown and began to turn it in his fingers, mourning again for his recently passed mother. The wailing infant disrupted him immensely, and he quickly turned to face Kakashi.
"Would you shut Dany up!" He hissed and his eyebrows furrowed together,"or you'll both face the wrath of the Dragon!"
He then faced Willem and his face softened immediately. "Thank you, Ser Darry."
"Your welcome, your Grace." Willem said with a bow.
Kakashi took to rocking the sobbing baby, grimacing with a sigh as he blinked away the rain that had funneled it's way into his mask. "What a brat..."
Lightning cracked along the side of the ship. The noise made Viserys jump like a cat and he began to cry again. Kakashi looked down at the infant who had fallen silent in his arms, her lilac eyes wandered as if searching for the source of the sound. She bared a strong resemblance to her mother with her long lashes and face shape. Kakashi was amused and found himself smiling with the fact that no one but the storm could quell the child's cries. Willem strodded over to Kakashi with a slight urgency.
"How funny, that she be calm by such a storm . Most children scream at the sound of lighting," Willem commented while looking at Viserys ,who was still shaking..
"Well, she was stormborn,"Kakashi said jokingly.
" Heh. And that she is!" Willem roared with laughter and then proceeded to the middle of the ship to give the crew orders.
"Get ready those sails! The storm is finally clearing up and the sooner, the better- and the faster we can leave! Now-"
"Ser Willem," Viserys interrupted,"where are we to go?"
His face was full of worry. Willem beamed a smile at young lad, "We are to sail across the Narrow Sea to the free city of Bravoos." When the boy appeared to be satisfied with the answer, Ser Willem then continued to bark orders at the rest of the crew.
Kakashi, still cradling Daenerys, looked up and watched the storm clouds disperse, slowly, he began to make out the stars twinkling above head . He heard the sound of footsteps and and turned to discover Tenzo leaning on the wooden railing.
"Yo," Kakashi greeted.
"This sure has been a strange mission, hasn't ?" Tenzo turned his head, gazing at the ocean. He could see the waves beat against the Dragonstone, as if to say goodbye one final time.
"It sure has," Kakashi agreed,"Once we reach Bravoos, I'll send hawk to Lord Hokage. From there, we'll head back to Konoha."
Tenzo just nodded his head and continued to watch the waves, and soon, Kakashi did the same. The storm had brought death in it's wake, and in some bizarre occurrence, it had brought peace and a new life. But that peace would last but a moment in Westros.
AN: Thanks for taking the time read my new story! It's very much appreciated and reviews are welcomed. A special thanks to Foxsnout45 for proof reading/editing for me! Well, until next time dear readers.