Athena falls to the hand of them, consumed on the battlefield awash in new beginning she stands, awake again. The morning light illuminates her stage, a farce. A trick, yet again they fell. They will never know, she says. Doomed never to learn, and it is we who made them this way. She stands, ready to turn her face to the night. Apollo washed blood from her face, made her clean once again.
Strong, she fights in armoured scales, weeping red and staining black.
I can see what they cannot.
I can feel the movement of the earth, and I know it's every thought.
The world and I are one.
The dragons and I are kin, and the moonlight shines upon my wrath.
Daenerys dances again.