Chapter 1
-Resurrection-
Although surrounded by snow and ash, although a dagger plunged into her heart, although embraced in the arms of the one she loved, the one she trusted, his sympathetic eyes staring into hers, the only pain Daenerys Targaryen felt as she slipped into the midsts of death was heart break and betrayal. She felt the warmth of her own blood as it flowed from her wound, it was warm and then... cold as she felt her body begin to fall, her last thought being of her dragons.
Darkness. She looked into nothing but yet she saw her life flow by. She saw herself as a little girl, plucking lemons off of a lemon tree that grew outside of the house with the red door of where she spent the best years she could remember of her childhood. She saw Viserys as a boy, he telling her all about how one day they will return to Westeros and take back their familie's throne. She then saw herself in Pentos, wandering the gardens at her most innocent state. She remembered that feeling of being helpless and innocent, having no titles and no lands, but just a lost girl.
She then found herself standing in the doorway of a room she knew to be in Dragon Stone. She saw a man, a man who strummed a harp as he sung a song to a fair maiden who held a babe in her arms. She first thought it to be Viserys but it wasn't. He was taller, his eyes kinder.
"Rhaegar?" she said. The man stared directly at her as if he could see her, he looked at her with sympathy, then continued to sing.
She then found herself walking along the streets of a destroyed Kings Landing. The devestation and destruction causing her to question how it came to be this way... and then she remembered... she saw the bodies of deceased, men, women and children... burnt, bloodied and broken.
'You slaughtered a city' she heard Tyrion say.
"Burn them all" A man muttered to himself as he sat on the Iron Throne rubbing his fingers together. Dany turned and saw that she was now in the Red Keep looking at her father. He continued to mutter the words over and over, whispering them as he rubbed his fingers together. She walked up by his side and as she did he hardly noticed her.
"Burn them all..." he whispered. Dany grabbed his hands and as she did he stopped muttering the words. He slowly looked up at her.
"Father..." she said to him. He looked at her as if he recognised her and for a moment Dany felt tears flood her eyes, but just like that his expression turned to madness.
"Burn them all!" he shouted frightening her causing her to stumble backwards.
She was now at the entrance of a Hutt. She felt warmth come from inside. She walked in and saw her beloved Khal Drogo and sitting at his side, their son Rhaego who was not a babe anymore but a boy, a beautiful boy with his mother's eyes and long, black braided hair.
"Moon of my life." Drogo said as Dany entered. Dany almost cried at the sight of her husband and son.
"My sun and stars." Dany replied in Dothraki. She rushed over to him crying as they embraced in each-other's arms. She then smiled and reached down to cuddle her son.
"Mother." the boy said in Dothraki hugging her tightly. For a moment it was perfect, it was right where Dany wanted to be, where she needed to be and as she accepted death her husband and son all of a sudden faded like mist and slipped right through her grasp.
"No. No!" she shouted as darkness appeared. "Take me back... please... take me back to my son!" Dany shouted, to whom she did not know, all she knew was that she wanted to be with her husband and son, but she then saw a bright light beacon before her eyes. She reached towards it, stretching her fingers out to touch it, and then she was falling, falling upwards into the light, and then... she opened her eyes.
Dany coughed and breathed hard as she choked on thick smoke and was instantly blinded by a bright, grey, cloudy sky. She sat up with a shock leaning over to her side to cough as she felt a woman's hand rub against her bare back.
"Be still my Queen, everything is alright." the woman said comforting her.
She noticed she was naked, covered in ash. She breathed heavily feeling as if she had been drowning in water for a very long time and only now had come up for air, her lungs full of smoke as she laid on a burnt pyre. As she regained her sight she looked up and saw ancient ruins all around her along with three women all dressed in red.
"Be careful, she is in shock." one of the woman spoke in Valyrian. Dany whimpered as one woman wrapped a cloak around her.
"What... what happened... where am I?" Dany stuttered unable to remember anything.
"You are in Old Valyria your grace." one woman said. Dany looked at her and knew she had seen her face somewhere.
"Have we met?" she struggled to ask.
"Yes. In Mereen your grace. I am Kinvara, a Red Priestess to the Lord of Light." the woman said. Dany rubbed at her eyes looking at the three women in shock. She then brought her hands to her chest where she felt a deep, dried gash and an image of a man leaning over her came to her mind.
You are my Queen... now and always.
"Jon Snow..." she said. "He... he..."
"He killed you your grace, and with the power of the Lord of Light you were reborn from ashes, we brought you back... just as Jon Snow was once brought back." Kinvara said. Dany felt herself shudder with fear and confusion.
"But why?" she asked.
"The prophecy. You are the Princess who was promised. You are our saviour sent from the God's to free us of all tyrants and slavery. You came into this world with a purpose and you must fulfil that purpose you grace." Kinvara said. Dany felt her head throb.
"I'm not who you think I am... the only Queen I am, is the Queen of the ashes." Dany said feeling sad, remembering all the burned bodies of innocents she had slaughtered. It was hard for her to admit, but Tyrion was right... she slaughtered a city.
"Why did you bring me back..." Dany said feeling tears flood her eyes. "After all I did I deserved to die..." she cried. The three priestess looked at each other.
"We know it is hard for you to understand your grace but the world needs Daenerys Targaryen." Kinvara said kneeling down by her side. "You must return to Westeros. You must retake your throne and fulfil your destiny." Kinvara said almost sounding desperate. Dany looked at her wide eyed.
"I suppose Jon Snow is now King..." she said. Kinvara shook her head.
"No, he was sent to the wall as punishment for his crime... his brother Brandon Stark now reigns as Lord of the six Kingdoms..." Kinvara said. Dany looked at her muddled.
"Six?" she asked.
"The North is now an independent Kingdom your grace, Lady Sansa Stark is proclaimed as Queen in the North."
"And what about Mereen? The Bay of Dragons? Yunkai?" Dany asked. Kinvara pierced her lips.
"I'm afraid slavery has returned your grace, since your absence the Masters have retaken the cities you freed..."
Dany felt her blood boil... all her hard work and progress she had done to create a better world seemed to have crumbled with her death.
"Where is Drogon?" Dany asked looking to the skies.
"He is close your grace, but i'm afraid this is as far as we go escorting you into your new life..." Kinvara said. Before Dany could ask what she meant by that she watched as the three Red Priestess' unclipped their necklaces they wore and watched in shock as they shrunk in their own dresses and stumbled into the water until they all vanished below the surface and Dany was left alone.
