Title: Winds of Change

Fandom: Game Of Thrones
Ship(s): Khal Drogo x Daenerys Targaryan,
Rating: M

Timeline: Around the Last episodes of Season 4, goes AU from there.
But you could say that its loosely based on the season,

Summary: Daenerys Targaryans reign in Meereen and her life are in Danger, Traitors lurk around many Corners, and knives are hidden behind backs.

The Whole world is constantly changing as everybody fights for his own place in it.

Curses get Broken, Plans are made…and a man that not even Death can hold….Returns.

Author Note:

Welcome to my "third" Fan fiction, and the very First multi chapter Story.
As a big fantasy medieval fan, it isn't surprising that I know Game of Thrones.

At first I wasn't really into it, I like my fantasy with Dwarves, elves etc,
But the thing that keep my interest was Daenerys and Drogos story, in the books and the show.
The Show messed up big time in the very first episode, but thanks to a fantastic chemistry from the Actors, it got better and became a great thing.

I always liked this idea of some kind of Barbarian/Viking Savage King that Marrys an innocent and almost fragile princess.
Over time they would fall in love deeply, the princess would become stronger and more confident, while the Savage became softer…I like this kind of beauty and beast type of love story.

So I was really happy with Game of Thrones…..Until the first season was finished.

Then I was disappointed beyond believe
It was really hard to see this very cool character of Khal Drogo die.

In the books, I can understand it at least a little bit why they don't bring him back(YET, yeah I have the feeling something is up)

But especially in the episode with the house of undying, you can see the potential that Jason Momoa gave Drogo….the Character from the show deserves a permanent Resurrection…in my opinion…..that is how I came up with this story…wow, this note got longer then I intended, im sorry but I wanted to get this off my chest:D

This first chapter is some kind of Prelude to tease you and make you interested in how this continues.

Disclaimer:

The Story and some of my own characters belong to me, but the source material not…..if it would, Drogo would be in every Game of Thrones episode, because he would be alive again.

THE WINDS OF CHANGE

Chapter 0.
Destiny always finds its way

Heat, Sun, Dirt and Grass...the Land looked dead and alive at the same time.

Small animals and plants seemed to be the only things that crawled in this place.
Villagers and Slaves have crossed these grounds in the past.
Horses and Carriages brought Travellers...life was once here.
Now only the sand remembers the past that was full of life, only the sand remained….or so they thought

The Sand began to shake as Horses rode approached from afar.
Their hooves threw dust and sand in the air, clung to the clothes of their riders.
No wind was blowing and the sun stood at his highest as they made their way over the land.
The Riders seemed to be soldiers of some foreign lands, their bright grey cloaks hid their bodies from the heat of the sun above them.
Six men were covered in cloaks, the seventh however did not.
In front of the soldiers rode a smaller man with rags as clothes, a former slave from the looks of it.
The only thing that looked strange for the man dressed in rags, was a Silk, velvet pouch, that hung at his belt.
The pouch had a lot of gold in it, the loud sound it made while he moved, seemed to be one that gave the man great joy.
He pointed with his fingers in front of him and turned around to the soldiers.
"There it is."
He spoke in a Language that he wasn't used to from the sound of it.

One of the soldiers lifted his arm, he commanded the others to stop.
He took of the Leather helmet that protected him from the sun, his blonde hair and his short ponytail, were a mess.
"Is this really the right Place?"
He asked the man with a slight edge in his tone.
The man nodded his head.
"Yes, I swear.
This is were The Mother of Dragons…."
He paused and thought about his words carefully.
"stepped into the flames…this is were the Dragons hatchet."
"Marco, it doesn't look like anybody was here in a long time.
This is a Wasteland."
One of the soldiers said.
"Yes, but it looks like a decent place to make a home."
The slave pointed in front of him.
"This is were the witch also died, Many people believe that this Place is cursed,
Death and sorrow lies in this sands.
The Undefeated was burned here, he died because the witched cursed him.
They believe that his spirit remains and waits for the last battle to be fought, he did not die in a Fight, and so he couldn't move to the Nightlands."
The Man they called Marco, nodded.
"Good, because this is what we seek.
Bring me the Jar."
The Soldier told the others.

"Do you think it works Marco?"
Asked one of the man, worried as they all walked forward.
"I'm not sure, but Zerra believes it, we will see if she is right."
"You"
He said to the slave.
"Show us exactly, were he was burned."
The slave walked carefully around the dirt, he tried to remember the night clearly.
After a while, he pointed at his feet.
"This, right here.
I remember it now, the Unbeaten Khal was Burned here."
The Soldier walked over to the place, a jar with golden writings and lit was in his hand.
The Slave licked his lips and looked greedy at the jar.
"You got more then enough gold in your pockets, don't even think about it."
Marco said in a harsh tone as he glared at the Slave.
A soft wind began to rise, blowing the cloaks with cold tug.
He filled the soft dirt into the beautiful jar, after the Jar was filled, the soldier closed the lit.
"And now?"
The Man said, but was cut off as the dirt inside the jar seemed to move, He let go of the jar as if it was burned, with a soft thud it fell into the dirt beneath his feet.
"What was that?"

The Jar began to shake and the insides turned like a spiral wave in the seas.
They all stepped back, the slave made an high pitch scream and fell to the floor.
Suddenly a heavy wind started to blow, each one of the men, tried to shield their eyes from the wind, as he blew up the sand and dirt around them.
"Those Damn Sandstorms, they blow even here."
Marco said and put on his helmet.
The Horses seemed to be nervous and scared, the noise of the wind sounded almost like a roar.
After a while, the sudden Sandstorm died down.
"This is a bad Omen, the gods don't seem to be happy with you here."
The Slave said as he brushed off the sand from his tunica.
"What gods? Yours or mine?"
The Slave shrugged.
"They are gods, maybe they are one and the same."
"LOOK MARCO, HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?"
One of the Soldiers said as he pointed at something, wide eyed.
They all turned their heads and were as surprised as the soldier.
Marco shook his head and stepped close to the jar.
"I don't know, I never thought it could be possible."
He turned to the Men behind him.
"Send a note and Prepare everything for our journey, we need to bring this to Zerra as fast as possible…..we are going home."
Carefully, he got near the jar, he stretched his fingers out and touched the glass, expecting to get burned or anything…. But nothing happened.
The Man turned to the Slave, in a Threatening tone he spoke to him.
"Not a word to anybody, or you will have no chance to spend this Gold."
The Slave just nodded, the soldier pointed at the horse the slave had rode.
"Take this horse as a gift to show you our good will….LEAVE."
The slave didn't need to be told twice, he rode off and left nothing but dirt behind.
After a while, the slave was nowhere to be seen anymore.
The Man took off the leather helmet and the mouthpiece attached to it.
He turned to the Jar and kneeled in front of it.
He lifted the Jar out of the dirt and pointed at two people who held a heavy chest in their arms.
They came closer and dropped the chest in front of him, then they opened the chest, revealing its empty inside.
The Man placed the jar carefully into the soft material inside of the chest, he took one last look at it.
The once light Brown dirt, had turned into a Bright green one.
"I hope the gods forgive us, even if we bring a Demon back into our world."
He said and closed the Heavy Chest.

Since im walking on new land here with a multi chapter Fanfic that involves one of the few(why aren't there A LOT more) DrogoXDaenerys Game of Throne fics, I could need some help.

I was looking for a beta reader, but there are just too many(around 122 or so),it would not be easy to find someone who likes this Pairing and my take on it.
I also don't want to make someone feel obligated or put pressure on them to rewrite, correct, and clean up my mess I make with my writing:)
Most importantly, I didn't want to put pressure on myself, I want to do this because I wanted to write this story.
I was thinking long and hard about it, but in the end I realized that the story deserves a better flow, someone who knows the English language better then me and is able to make the writing more enjoyable….that would be something you and me deserve.

So what im trying to say is, if someone wants to be a beta reader for my story and doesn't mind if im a little bit sloppy and slow…then let me know(I have no idea how this beta reader stuff works, but I could figure it out…. I guess)

If somebody is interested in being a Beta reader for my story, you should:

A.) Know Game of Thrones and/or the books.

I wrote some of the story already and im sure that I throw around some things that didn't happen or only in the books, because I get confused and focused on my own story and what I have in my head.

B.) Have no problem with Gore and violence that might be writing very "detailed" here.(can you be a fan of GOT without some resistance for Blood and Gore?)

C.)Not have a problem with Sex scenes.

I actually planed to just write some smut, but then it turned out to be more.
I want to write some sex scenes in different ways, some soft, some very detailed and so on.
For this, it would help if you write smut, smuff etc yourself.:)

If nobody wants to be a beta reader, that's okay, this should be fun and not work after all.
You can also use the reviews to give me some advice on my writing and stuff,
Everyone makes mistakes and continuity issues sometimes, if something makes no sense or so…I would like to know
im happy to rewrite and update the chapters over and over Again.
Im sorry that this Note got a little bit long, but I just want to make sure that you deserve the story the way I have it in my head :)
For the prelude, I think this works well, I didn't wanted to drag this out for longer then necessary, the future chapters will be longer 1000 words are my minimum.
I will need to see how the story gets accepted by you guys, so I know the pacing and so.
Anyway, I cant promise anything, but I hope to get the next chapter out by the end of the week, maybe earlier.

So…..until the next time :D