"Vly."
As the prophecy foretold, the rightful heir of King Aerys II,first of her name and last of the Dragon Lords, rightful Queen of the Westeros and the Seven Kingdoms, Breaker of Chains and Mother of Dragons, climbed on the back of her eldest winged beast and took flight. She soar high above her enemies and her friends as death and fire raged beneath her. Lions and bears and masked men watched her ascent into the air with awe. Daenerys, who was once the Queen of the free city of Meereen, now fled on the back of her dragon with breath still in her lungs. Her friends were strong enough to make it out alive on their own, she hoped. If they truly believed in her, they would know where to go to find her.
Drogon came to his mother's rescue when he heard the cries of good men. Assassins clad in gold and silver plotted against the Queen. They held spears to her throat, and he did not appreciate it. He was to take his mother far away, somewhere she could roam freely and not undergo a familiar threat. Men in masks can not harm her where he is to take her-but others might try if she was not careful. Before their departure, Drogon took his mother to the crypts where his other brothers slept. He landed with sprawled wings and a soft cry, and she knew why he brought her here. Daenerys climbed off Drogon's scales and spikes and moved towards the bolder that hid the stone doors. She pushed it aside with all of her might. The weight was troubling at first, but the strength and determination in her bones kept her arms from caving. Daenerys heard their cries from behind the stone doors; they were crying for their mother.
Daenerys approached her children with open arms, careful not to startle or frighten them. They flapped their wings and snarled as she came closer, but she was not afraid. Flames taller than a million forest fires erupted from their throats, and it did not burn her. She pressed her palms to their faces and cooed to her children in her native tongue. She broke their chains and set them free. Both dragons hurried out of the crypt and descended into the night to stretch their wings. Daenerys watched with pride. They were full grown and ready to fly.
The mother of dragons road Drogon across the narrow sea, her children following on either side, dipping down into the salty sea to clean their scales, but Drogon knew the consequences of mischief with their mother saddling his back. It was dawn when they reached the far North of Westeros. Snow rained from the grey clouds and painted her sun kissed skin white. Her breath left her in puffs of smoke, but she did not feel the cold freeze her bones as her brother said it would. Drogon landed safely behind patches of tall oaks and pines in the woods. Her other dragons continued to fly overhead, and she prayed they would be careful where they land. Daenerys knew enough of Westeros from Jorah's stories to know where Drogon had taken her; her father's castle was in the South, this was the North. She slid down his scales and fell on her heels, standing ankle-deep in snow. Only in her dreams had she ever come here; only in her prayers had she ever thought to achieve it.
There was a wall of ice stretching for miles to the left of her, the tallest structure she has ever seen. That must have been the great wall that guarded the North from the beasts in the stories her brother used to tell her as a child. Though, her attention was taken aback when she heard a scream coming from the trees. Curious, Daenerys asked her dragon to stay while she roamed the eerie woods to find the source of the screams. Fire, she realised from just the smell alone, but she knew fire better than most. Daenerys hid behind tall shrubs in the wood so the men in black could not see her there. They stood around a pyre and chanted their vows while a man burned in the flames before them. Daenerys witnessed this, from the time they began to the time they had left one by one while the man still burned, but his screams had ceased by then. That's when she saw the unthinkable; the burnt man, now unclothed and charred, stepped out of the flames, untouched and unharmed. They were the same, Daenerys realised; They both bore the blood of the dragon. She wished to confront him, but the rustling of leafs and the marching of men alerted her. Drogon was alone in the woods. If someone found him there, they would surely put a sword through his scales. Daenerys gave the man one final glance before disappearing into the night. She climbed on the back of her dragon and took flight, soaring high above the clouds where no one could see her.