A/N: I know I really shouldn't be starting a new story, but in all honesty it's been all I can think about for the past few days.

Please read and review!

BRTxoxo

P.S. I know how Sally and Daenerys must appear-I'm hoping not too much like a mary-sue, and I'm really hoping that they turn out the way that I want them to.

When Daenerys was six years old, her mother died. The car that killed her was operated by a drunk driver. Daenerys was in the back seat. Her mother, Sarah Williams, died two days later. Her brother Toby left a book, red leather bound with gold lettering, for his niece. Nothing more, with only I love you scribbled on the inside of the front cover. She never saw him again. Sarah's best friend, Clarissa, was a social worker for the state, and she cared for Daenerys a great deal. Her income, however, was not large enough to support the two of them, and her adoption application was denied. Instead another family was approved, a couple with their own daughter named Sally.

Clarissa would visit frequently, taking her out every Saturday. After seven years, the Morgan parents told her not to come around, to leave the black haired teen alone. She tried to keep contact with her, but eventually Clarissa became too busy to say much for very long.

Not much happened with Daenerys in elementary school. She did her school work diligently, she went to bed on time. She didn't have many friends, if the ones she had stayed around for very long. She stayed inside to read and when told to go play outside, took her books to sit in the large lilac bush that no one cared about. When she reached sixth grade, she was reading more than she was doing anything else, even when it came to watching TV with Sally. There was constantly a stack of books and comics next to her bed. Labyrinth, the red leather book with gold lettering, was always tucked safely under her pillow, and was only taken out when she was especially upset or lonely.

She wasn't very close to her adopted sister. In fact, with their own separate rooms, they barely spoke to one another. They sat together at breakfast before school, and then at dinner. Never any more than that. Many nights Daenerys would lay in her bed listening to Sally tell her parents that her sister was weird, and that she was annoying because she never wanted to play dolls or ride bikes with her. She would feign sleep when they came to tuck her in and waited until the house was quiet to delicately switch on her bedside lamp and pull out the book she was reading. Many times she wouldn't read at all, and stare at a picture of her mother laughing and hugging her that she used as a book mark. She would think about how life would be if her mother were alive, if her Uncle Toby had stayed around to keep her, if Clarissa had had enough income to support them both.

The kids at school didn't understand her. They laughed at her, ignored her, whispered with each other when she sat down at the empty end of a lunch table to eat by herself. She never excelled very much in music, PE, or art, was chosen last for dodge-ball teams, and silently swung by herself during recess until the bell rang and she took her place at the end of the line behind the rest of her classmates, waiting to go back inside. She wasn't a loud student, but she wasn't particularly quiet either. She did most class projects by herself, and got queasy when she had to stand up to present them in front of the other students.

She wasn't a very outstanding or peculiar child, she had a plain childhood, minus the loss of her mother and the absence of her father and uncle, and she was fairly content with what she had.

And then puberty started. Her face broke out in acne, her skin was dry, and her hair refused to hold any curl or anything that she tried to do with it. Makeup only accentuated the imperfections on her face, she was a late bloomer when it came to growth spurts and normal female development, and to make matters worse, she needed the one object of every teenagers nightmares-braces. During her middle school career, she spent lunch alone, much like she had done in her younger years, but this time, the other students weren't as discrete in their mocking. She often hid in the bathroom during passing period for lunch so she could sneak into the library and read alone.

At one point a boy asked her out on a date, and when she arrived at the park to meet him, he wasn't there. She figured that he might just be running late, that he had chores to finish up at home, so she sat on a bench and reread Labyrinth, the entire way through. After another half hour of waiting, and watching a white barn owl sit on a tree branch, she went home. She told her parents that she probably got the time mixed up and instead finished her homework. The next time she saw him at school, he wouldn't look at her, and she found a note in her locker that said he was sorry, but he really wasn't interested.

That was her first brush with heart break.

By the time freshman year arrived, she hadn't changed much. She took the easiest gym class she could to take care of the mandatory credits, and the same with the rest of her classes. She decided she liked ceramics and woodworking classes more than any of the other electives, and became a teacher's assistant for a few of her teachers as her high school years progressed. She knew people talked about her, she knew what they said. She tried not to care. But she found herself pulling out Labyrinth more and more often, and even taking it to school with her. She took her own lunch every day, and if she didn't have anything she would walk to the gas station to get something.

By her junior year, Daenerys had finally started to develop, though she didn't grow very much height wise. Her acne had cleared up, and she found she liked wearing makeup. Her body filled out, and she noticed more than one wandering eye glancing in her direction. But as the years went by, she found herself hating things she couldn't help a little more. She didn't gain any close friends, and most of her dates ended badly or before they even started. Some of them she ended herself, thinking it was some sort of sick joke and people started to call her bitch and the self centered.

She found out the hard way that Sally hated her, and she never forgot the words that were spoken that night, at the beginning of freshman year.

She had gone to her sister to ask a favor, to borrow a dress for a date she had.

"You want to borrow one of my dresses?" Sally looked up from her magazine.

"Yeah…" Daenerys hesitated, unsure of what to say next. "I mean, I won't ruin it or anything. I just can't seem to find anything that I want to wear." Her fingers picked at the hem of her hoodie. "It's only for a few hours-"

"I don't care how long it's for!" Sally slammed her magazine down on her bed and crossed her arms. "What makes you think that I would even consider letting you wear any of my clothes?!"

Daenerys faltered. "We're… you're my sister. I thought-"

"You thought wrong, obviously."

Sally had grown up like any normal adolescent girl would. She had perfect blond hair that obeyed, her clothes were always pretty and stylish, and she had a group of friends that she went out with weekly. Her grades were good, she was on the volleyball team, and she took AP courses-the exact opposite of Daenerys.

"We aren't close, Daenerys," she spat the name out as if it tasted bad. "We never were. You're a loner. We never talk, you never wanted to play with me, and you reek of loser. People are always so shocked that we're sisters, and they pity me when I tell them that my parents adopted you."

Daenerys stood in her sister's doorway silently, not knowing what to say. Her face heated with shame and guilt, but she couldn't figure out where it came from.

Sally got up from her bed and walked up to Daenerys, getting in her face, bending down to look in her eyes. "I thought we would be friends when we brought you home, but instead you locked yourself away into your room and read your stupid books and have your precious social worker take you out every Saturday!"

"My mom…"

"No one cares about your mom anymore! It's over. She died, big deal. You can't use that as an excuse anymore."

Daenerys shoved her sister away and tried to leave the room, but Sally pushed her right back and she fell across the hallway, hitting her face on the floor trim.

"I hate you, Daenerys, and I always will. You were never my sister, you never even tried. Think about that the next time you want something from me, because whenever I wanted something from you, you weren't there."

Sally's door slammed shut, and Daenerys spent the rest of her night in her room, holding Labyrinth with her arms wrapped tightly around her knees, holding them to her chest. She made sure to clean up the blood that was on the wall from her face making contact with it, and gently cleaned her face. She didn't say anything to her parents when they came home from work, and Sally told them that she thought she heard her trip in the hallway, but her music was too loud to be sure.

That was the beginning of the worst high school career Deanerys had ever dreamed of.

When they were sophomores, Sally's boyfriend cheated on her. Daenerys attempted to comfort her but she was left with bruises and scratches. Their parents believed Sally's claims that Daenerys was just clumsy, and Daenerys did nothing to contradict them.

As the years passed, the rift between the sisters grew, and the resentment for Daenerys festered in Sally until all of their interactions were pure violence.

Daenerys still did well in school, she still read, though most of the books she read were well worn copies that were beginning to fall apart. She didn't make any friends, and anyone that tried to get to know her was pushed away and brushed off bitterly. Sally excelled in school, won scholarships for college, colleges asking her to come to them for volleyball. They held interviews with her at home, and when Sally got the call that the college she favored because her boyfriend Johnny was going there had denied her application, she lashed out at Daenerys, blaming her for the botched up interview, and pushed her hard enough down the stairs to break her ribs and cover her torso in bruises.

Their parents never found out.

. . .

It was a Saturday morning, one of the last days of spring break, when Daenerys found that Labyrinth was missing from her room. She searched frantically, pulling her bed apart, dumping out her backpack, and tearing through the living room to find the small, red leather book. When she still couldn't find it, her ribs burning from the exertion, she slowly walked upstairs to Sally's room to ask if she'd seen it.

There were giggles coming from the blonde's room, and low chuckles that were definitely Johnny's. The door was cracked, and when the black haired girl peeked in, she saw Sally with her best friend Courtney and Johnny, and in Sally's hand was Labyrinth.

The blonde volleyball player read another line from the small book, and the two people huddled around her erupted with mirth again. "Oh my gosh," Sally exclaimed, "I can't believe that loser actually likes this shit." She closed the book and tossed it to the floor, where it landed upside down and open.

"It's not like she has a choice," Courtney responded, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. "She grew up with it, and that's all she knows. Maybe she needs a lesson in what's cool now."

"Are you kidding me? She needs a crash course. I mean, come one. Did you see what she wore to homecoming? That tacky red dress and those hideous black shoes? She didn't even dance! She sat in the commons and read that stupid book all night." Sally moved to her bed as well to sit next to Johnny, the queen sized mattress easily fitting all three of the room occupants.

Daenerys quietly left the hallway and went outside, out to the old lilac bush that no one cared about. She thought that she hated her sister for saying those things, and letting her friend say them as well, but as hard as she tried she couldn't bring herself to be angry. She waited until Courtney and Johnny left two hours later to go back inside and ask her sister for her book back.

Sally was still in the kitchen when Daenerys walked back inside, making a smoothie with bananas, strawberries, and vodka.

"Sally? Um…" She hesitated, a lump forming in her throat.

"Fragment." Sally turned around, taking a drink of the smoothie and leaning against the countertop. "Were you trying to say something? Or were you mumbling to yourself again."

Daenerys gritted her teeth together. "Sally, I want my book back."

"I don't know what you're talking about." The blonde pushed herself off the counter and sauntered towards the stairs.

"Yes you do! I saw you throw it on your floor when Courtney and Johnny were still here!" She moved after her sister and grabbed her wrist at the top of the stairs.

Sally tore her arm away. "Don't touch me!"

"Give me my book Sally! I know you have it!"

"I know you have it." Sally mimicked Daenerys in a high pitched whining tone. "So what? It's just a stupid book, I don't know why you bother about it." She rolled her blue eyes and continued walking towards her room.

"It's mine! It was in my room, so you had to go in there to get it, and you had no right!"

"And you had no right to spy on me and my friends," Sally retorted, rounding on the shorter girl.

"I wasn't spying I was looking for my book!"

"Oh my gosh! My book, my book, my book! Blah, blah, blah! That's all you care about! Doesn't it get old?" Sally sneered at her adopted sister. "You know, over the years, I never understood why my parents thought it was a good idea to adopt you. You're nothing but a whiny, self centered, bitch who hates everyone. Well guess what princess, everyone hates you too. Are you happy now? Or would you like to be with your 'friends'?"

"Just give me my book," Daenerys ground out, closing her eyes against the hot tears that wanted to creep out.

"Ugh, you're unbelievable. I hate you so much, I don't get how people can put up with you."

"Give me my book or I swear I'll tell mom and dad about your drinking." Daenerys opened her brown eyes to glare through puffed lids at her sister.

"Like they'd ever believe you."

"I will," Daenerys swore.

"And if you do I'll wish you away. Maybe that will fix my problems." Sally rolled her eyes again and walked into her room. "I wonder…" she turned back to her sister standing in the doorway. "Lets see… what were those words again?" She stooped to pick up the small red book and flipped through the pages. "Oh right." She snapped the covers closed and set her smoothie down on her desk, making a show about covering the book with both hands in front of her chest and closing her eyes. "I wish the goblins would come and take you away, right now!"

Daenerys stared at her sister and after a quiet moment, Sally opened one eye. "Nope, you're still here. What's the use of a book if what it says doesn't work?" she tossed the book at her sister. "Go away."

With gentle fingers, Daenerys caught her precious book and hastily made her way towards her room, until she ran into a tall, sturdy object. She looked up, and standing in front of her was a tall, dark leather clad, blond man with pointed ears and high cheekbones that would give her a paper cut if she touched them.

"Hello Daenerys," he purred. He smelled like spices and leather, and he looked like a sex god straight out of a dark fairytale.

Daenerys screamed.