Revised as of 04/16/2017

Hello everyone! Just to quickly note, this story is a big work in progress. I am writing this segment in 2018, and continuing on with the story. The beginning of this may be strange and a bit rough, but I am working to improve this story with each chapter. Please review and tell me what you like, or what you hate. Criticism is the greatest compliment. Anyways, thank you for taking the time to hear me out :) xx

Some say the world will end in fire.

Some say in ice

From what I've tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire

But if it had to perish twice

I think I know enough of hate

To say that for destruction ice

Is also great

And would suffice.

-R.F

Prologue

The smell was awful. Bodies were piled on top of each other, and blood was everywhere. I faintly heard the sound of clattering swords in combat, and the cries of men at war. I felt the whisper of darkness creep into me as I slew man after man. I could not see their faces, or hear their screams. I only saw darkness. The feeling of raw power vibrated from my head to my feet, and I became unstoppable. Fire flowed through my fingertips and set every enemy ablaze.

I knew I should stop. I should fight the darkness.

But I liked it.

Present Day

I was painfully aware of two things at the moment. First, I was profoundly wasted. Secondly, my friends have left me. I carefully got off of my barstool and began to push my way through the sweaty mass of bodies that inhabited the nightclub. After stumbling through the back exit, I leaned over a nearby trashcan and vomited. I felt the stares of onlookers as they quickly walked by me.

I sat by the trash can until my head stopped spinning. Standing slowly, I began to make my way down the street. Thirty minutes later, I found myself lost. I looked for a street name, but found nothing. Loud rap music filled my ears as a rusted red Cadillac pulled up to my side of the street. I kept my pace, knowing better than to look behind me.

"What's a pretty lady like you doing out in these streets this late at night?" a man asked. He looked to be around my age. He had a scruffy beard and a blue hoody that obscured the rest of his face. He wasn't alone either. Three other men were with him. He tilted his head awaiting my reply.

"Bar hopping with friends, I'm on my way to the next one right now actually." I lied. He laughed obnoxiously, along with the rest of the men.

"Baby you're lost. No bar is over in these parts. Next one is blocks down. I could drive you if you want. We got room." He said. One of the men snickered and looked at me with hooded eyes. A chill flew down my spine as I tried to guess what his thoughts were.

"No I'm good, but thank you for offering." I said quickly. I turned on my heels and began to walk a little bit faster. I cut through a few allies and side streets until I thought I was safe. But then I heard a car door open, along with a few more. I didn't dare turn around as I heard them call after me. I rounded the corner and found myself in a neighborhood with small, older houses. I walked down the sidewalk looking for a store, or police station, or hospital. Anything that could get me out of the night and to somewhere where I could call my brother and get home.

"Hey! We ain't done sweetheart, why don't you come back here with us so we don't have any issues." A man called. I turned around to see them far behind me, but following.

"I said I'm fine. Why don't you stop following me so we don't have any issues." I snapped back. The four men laughed and continued approaching.

"You don't seem like the intimidating type honey, no offense." One of them said. The closer they came to me the more anger I felt rising within my body. My hands radiated warmth and I felt my pulse quicken.

"I'm warning you, back away from me. Now." I said, gritting my teeth. The heat was getting unbearable. I felt like I was going to explode.

"Or what, you're gonna cry for help? Sorry to break it to you babe, but this neighborhood doesn't give a shit about a screaming girl. In fact, they hear it all the time." He said grinning. He grabbed me by the waist and slid his rough hand up my shirt and under my bra to grab my breast. I kicked and snarled as they pinned me down and began to tear at my clothes.

I wasn't in control anymore of the heat. I screamed as it burst from every inch of my body. A bright light filled my vision as I dimly heard the horrified and pained screams of the men around me. I felt my body getting lighter. The heat had left my body and spread around me. The light was still clouding my vision from where I was. I faintly saw the bodies of the men lying motionless on the ground. I killed them. My heat burned them alive. I hated death but in this moment I felt no remorse for what I did. I tried to move but I found my muscles incapable to function.

I heard a car screech to a stop and a car door open, footsteps followed. Through the blinding light I watched as police cars began to gather and an ambulance followed shortly after. I felt oddly at peace in this moment, as the entire street was erupting with chaos in the early hours of the morning. I felt a hand slide under my head and a man's face came into view. He wasn't a police officer or a paramedic. He was dressed in dark clothing and a necklace dangled into my line of vision. I couldn't make out what was on the necklace, but his eyes distracted me. They glowed a brilliant gold, eerily similar to my own. He stared at me for a moment then lifted me up an inch more.

"Keira, I'm afraid your time here is coming to an end." He said. No shit Sherlock, I'm clearly dying. As if he knew what I just thought in my head, he chuckled.

"I'm going to give you this," he said, taking off his necklace and shifting me into his lap so he could fasten it onto my neck.

"I need you to listen very carefully Keira, do not leave me yet. You were not meant to be in this world. I am not meant to be either. I have similar gifts as you, but not in the magnitude that you possess. You are going to die, and be reincarnated into another world. I do not know more than what I am telling you, for it was in a prophecy given to me by the gods. I was supposed to tell you this when the time was right, but I fear that if I do not tell you now, I will never get the chance again. Do not throw away your gifts Keira, they have a greater importance then you think. I wish you well child." I squinted at him with my mouth agape. I could not believe what I was hearing.

"I don't under-"

"Shh, you don't have much time now. I also have this for you. Carry it with you always, it is very powerful." He handed me a small curved blade. On the hilt of the blade was an engraving of a dragon engulfed in flame. I stared at it in awe. .

"My cloaking spell will wear off in a few moments. By then you will be gone from here." He said.

"Can I ask who the hell you are?" I whispered. He chuckled again.

"I am Eddith Targaryen. And you are dying."

Before I could even process what he said, the blinding light faded and darkness began to seep into my eyes. I felt no concept of time. I felt weightless as my mind drifted into nothing. Soon everything faded, and I was gone.