A smart person once said that if you throw a rock into a lake, the water will ripple but eventually fall back into place. Magic is much the same. It will cause a ripple but eventually everything will reset itself once again. Therefore, when I felt the soul of one of the last remaining dragons get yanked back from the peace of death's embrace the backlash of magic yanked me into a conscious state violently. Icy blue eyes snapped open with an awareness that didn't belong to a being that was just slumbering for hundreds of years, blindingly white hair spilled across the slab under the pale but womanly body that laid there motionlessly though awake. A frown creased my brow as the sound of something else rustling resounded throughout the once silent room, though I ignored it as my mind turned inward and I felt along the magic resonances to see what exactly was going on. A snarl suddenly twisted my once stunning features into something dark as I got a feel for the situation arising, anger lighting within me as a cold fire spread throughout my body and the sounds of two frighteningly massive roars were heard in response.
A/N: Welcome to my story. Please drop a review or follow (since I know you won't favorite it just yet lol) and let me know if you want to see more. This will start off right after Season 7, Episode 6 when (SPOILER ALERT) Viserion was killed and was brought back to life as a dragon wight by the (much hated, in my opinion) Night King. His death caused me to cry a river, if I'm being honest with you, and I will mourn him for some time to come. My main characters, and the point of view, will be my OC and her… let's say partners. Until next time!