CHAPTER 2

Sorry for the re-upload. There was some sort of formattign error when I copy/pasted it and it didnt copy the bold text or the italics.

AN: So I would like to apologize profusely. Something's happened IRL and it made fanfic take a back seat. It's over now so I WILL update EVERY monday at the least. That is a promise I Intend to keep.

So about Kara, she IS a kryptonian. So writing her in a way that doesn't make her an OP mary sue required me to make some adjustments to her and her environment. I can explain it to any who wish to know in greater detail through pm, just review or Pm me if you would like to know in greater detail.

She IS a kryptonian just like from the comics/shows. The Sun however is not a yellow sun like ours is. Instead I made it more of an orange sun? Not quite yellow, not quite red. It leans more towards the yellow side of the scale but It isn't nearly as potent light as ours is. She has all of her comic abilities, however thanks to the sun not only are her powers not nearly as strong but they also take longer to activate. So she wont have all her powers day one. Also the years she spent underground away from all solar radiation made her solar charging cells develop wrongly. So they are less efficient and hold less charge than they would have normally grown up to become.

Everyday she spends absorbing solar radiation will not only increases her power output, but also increase the amount of power she can store.

Example: in this chapter she can bench press roughly 100 pounds and hold it up for roughly 10 seconds before her power gives out. But after a week she will be able to hold 100 pounds for 11 seconds, and 110 pounds for 10 seconds, and so on and so forth, etc etc. It is also sort of exponential, so the longer she lives the more she gains in shorter time. Also keep in mind that at the moment her muscles are atrophied and she is severely malnourished, so once she is fully recovered she will be even stronger. Even weakened as she is she can still bench 100 pounds for 10 seconds.

If you watched smallville then think of it that way, except nerfed….alot lol. Even episode one Clark from Smallville would be able to take the the iron throne in a day lol.

If anything doesn't make sense then please PM or review and I will try to respond asap. Sorry but guest reviewers I can't respond to you lol.

I apologize to all of you that wanted an OP goddess of Mary Sue, but I refuse to write that lol. Or at least i'm trying not to write her into a mary sue. If you feel like she is a mary sue at any time please notify me and I might fix it if I agree with your points.

It was beautiful. So many colors, too many colors. It felt like my eyes would melt. But despite the sensory overload I couldn't bring myself to look away. Some part of me was convinced that if I so much as blinked I would find myself looking at the familiar grey walls of my cell.

I could feel the eyes of the woman next to me on my face. But I still couldn't bring myself to look away.

'Why is my vision getting blurry? Did I really melt my eyes!?' I was brought out of my panicked thoughts when I felt that woman's hand on my shoulder. 'She keeps touching my shoulder, earlier in my cell, then the stairs, and now. Why is she doing that?'

I wasn't sure why she was so interested in my shoulder but for some reason that I couldn't explain, it felt….good? It was strange but the physical contact felt pleasant, unlike my previous masters, her touch felt nice, no pain or discomfort, just the warmth and slight pressure of her hand.

Speaking of pleasant sensations, I had nearly forgotten what it felt like to bask in the light of the sun. Every part of my skin that was directly exposed to the warm rays started to tingle, and a feeling I could scarcely remember started to spread from the affected areas. It felt like my skin was drinking the light and redistributing it to the rest of of me, making my body feel warm and tingle. The constant aches and pains I had grown so used to seemed to fade away under the new buzzing sensation quickly spreading under my skin. The only thing that would have made it better is if I wasn't wearing this damn cloak. It was not only itchy, but it was limiting the amount of skin I could expose. I didn't even understand why it was even necessary. It was only my vague understanding that most people wore clothes that kept me from ripping the damnable thing off.

When I felt my cheeks become wet I realized why my vision was blurry. I was….crying? I can't even remember the last time I had cried, well actually that wasn't quite true, I could in fact remember but it most certainly wasn't in recent years.

'So why now? What changed?' Then it hit me what had changed. The woma- No Daenerys Targaryen freed me. I was free.

"I'm free" I had to voice it, otherwise it wouldn't have been real. Afterall if there were any masters left in astapor then the they would never have let me get away with saying such a thing out loud. I wasn't even entirely sure what being free entailed, besides not having a master of course. It was a foreign concept to me.

In fact I only knew the word because the masters would always tell me I would never have it. But they said that about a lot things, including food, so im guessing freedom is something I want.

Taking a deep breath of the sweet fresh air. Even with the faint scent of smoke polluting the air it smelled absolutely divine. Afterall anything beats the stale dirty air of my cell. No it wasn't my cell any longer, it was just a room underground.

I giggled at the realization, high on my newfound freedom.

"Kara"

"What"

Turning to face my savior with a smile on my lips. 'I'm SMILING! I can't believe it!' the muscles in my face felt awkward but I was smiling nonetheless. The confused expression on her face made my grin widen. "My name, Its Kara." I was happy to note that It was surprisingly hard to speak when smiling so wide.

Her lips formed a smile, but on her it looked natural unlike my own no doubt, at least judging by how strained my facial muscles felt. "Hello Kara, it is a pleasure to meet you."

My response was cut off by my stomach which growled, rather loudly I might add. Daenerys appeared to freeze for a moment with a look of indecision, after a moment she looked towards the others in the room and spoke. "Can one of you find a blacksmith that can remove her cuffs? The rest of us will head to the kitchens to get her some food."

I studied the others in the room while she spoke, the gray haired one and the blonde one seemed to be in some sort of staring contest. While I didnt know them that well it felt like they each wanted the other to go.

They never got the chance to voice whatever they were thinking because the dark skinned girl spoke up. "I will go your grace. I know this city better than Ser Jorah and Ser Barristan, also-" She glanced at the unsullied apologetically. "I dont think a blacksmith would be comfortable coming at the request of an unsullied." If the unsullied in question was offended he didn't show any signs of it, although with the helmet on it was hard to tell.

Daenerys nodded, "Perhaps that would be for the best." gesturing towards the unsullied "However I think you should still go with a guard, there might still be people loyal to the masters in the the city."

"Yes your grace." With that the woman and the unsullied made their way out of the room.

"Wait Missandei-" Daenerys was looking at me intently while she spoke "-Perhaps while your out there you could pick up something more suitable for her to wear?" With a parting nod the newly named Missandei and the Unsullied finally left the room.

"Well then Kara how about we find you something to eat?"

It took a few minutes but we finally reached the kitchens, it seemed however the cooks had abandoned their posts as when we arrived there was no one in sight. Seeing this Daenerys bit her lip in thought before clapping her hands with a nod. "Well I suppose I will just have to put something together."

This decision was immediately met with protest from her two guards. "Khaleesi there is no need to lower yourself like this, myself or Barristan can surely scrounge up something palatable for her." the blonde one spoke in a rush almost stepping in between her and the kitchen as if to protect her from some great monster. While sounding more calm the older one spoke "Your grace, I find myself in agreement, you two can go rest while we cook something up."

Daenerys sighed "You are aware, that this is hardly the first time i've had to cook something in a kitchen correct?." she put her hands on her hips in indignation. "Sometimes when Viserys would get us kicked out of a person's home, it would fall to me to prepare meals. So I would hardly consider cooking a meal 'Lowering myself'...unless you think less of me now knowing that i have 'sullied' myself by cooking?" Her eyebrow raised and lips twitching upwards.

They reminded me of fish for a moment with the way their mouths kept opening and closing, after a few moments they seemed to regain their senses. "Of course not khaleesi the kitchen is yours" the blonde man said with a bow and flourish of his arms he stepped out of the way as if presenting her with a grand gift.

With a small smile she walked past him into the kitchen. "Thank you Ser Jorah, Ser Barristan. I hope you know I do appreciate your attempts at saving my honor. Kara you can have a seat in the dining room if you wish? Your legs must be in agony after so much exercise. Ser Barristan would you mind keeping her company?"

Personally I didn't really feel any discomfort in my legs, it was really my stomach that was killing me. It was odd though, I thought I had grown used to hunger pangs but at the moment my stomach felt like it was on fire, it had started a few moments after I had basked in the window and had only seemed to grow more intense as time passed. I had never felt so hungry in my life. It was only my large pain tolerance that allowed me to keep it from showing on my face.

"Of course not your grace." The white haired man looked at me and held his arm out towards me with a smile on his lips. "Allow me to escort you my lady."

I stared at him unsure what he expected me to do. The way he held his arm made think he was expecting me to do something. As the seconds ticked by the smile on his face looked a little more strained. "I am unsure what you want me to do." I told him truthfully and hoped he wouldn't get mad. The masters always got mad if I spoke unprompted.

"Ah it is a custom for a man, especially a Knight to offer his arm to a lady when escorting her."

That didn't really clear things up. 'Does that mean im supposed to take his arm off?' I stared at him with wide eyes. 'No of course not, don't be silly, he specifically said it was a custom. Therefore it must be something repeatable. And the loss of a limb wouldn't be repeatable.' Coming to a decision I did the only thing I thought would make sense. Slowly I reached out and gripped his hand. It was awkward since the cuffs wouldn't allow me to seperate my arms, forcing me to turn my whole body to hold his hand, it was warm and full of calluses and small ridges which going by his sword at his side were probably scars from handling a blade for so long. It reminded of a young unsullied boy had me many years prior, I had fallen and the boy had helped me up, his hand felt similar.

Judging by look he was giving me, I don't think I got it quite right. However he chose not to say anything about it and instead squeezed my hand slightly and proceeded to lead me to the dining room. As we left the kitchens I noticed Ser Barristan give Ser Jorah a parting look and nodded towards the kitchens, with a nod Ser Jorah followed Daenerys into the kitchen.

We sat in silence in the dining room, neither of us not knowing quite what to say as we waited for the food to be ready. Something he had said earlier was bugging me so I decided to question him about it. "So you are to be my new master?"

I must have startled him because he apparently was choking on nothing. "What!?" He finally managed to say. "Why would you even think something like that."

I shrugged and tilted my head in confusion "Earlier you said 'My lady', does that not mean I am yours?"

"Wha-No! I mea- It's a-" He took a deep breath and continued calmer this time. "It's another custom, we, meaning men are supposed to refer to women as 'My Lady'"

"Why?"

"It's a sign of respect and honor."

"Why?"

He paused to think over his next response but when he opened his mouth the door to dining room opened and in came Daenerys and Ser Jorah each holding a tray covered in bowls of steaming food. I could smell it from where I was sitting and it made my stomach rumble once more and my mouth water.

They set the trays down further down the table and proceeded fill up and pass out the plates. When they finally stopped to sit down we all had plates of food in front of us. Piled on each plate was a slice of bread, baked potatoes, and…..'Is that beef!' I couldn't believe my eyes. Actual meat. I haven't had meat in literally years and I only recognized the baked potato because I had seen one of my masters eating one from my childhood. Even the bread looked so soft, normally it would be hard and slightly spotted with mold.

The only problem I saw with it was the fact that there was so much. 'This had to be some sort of trick right?' But no, as I looked around I saw that everyone's plate had the same proportions as mine. Sitting in a small pile next to all of our plates were a series of utensils, while I myself had never used one before, I had seen others use them so I at least knew how they were held. I attempted to mimic the people in my memories only to find that with my hands bound the way they were it would be impossible to hold and use the utensils properly.

Everyone else was already eating but all I could do was stare down at my food. I felt frustrated because if this was another situation I wouldn't have thought twice about using my hands to pick up and eat my food, after all that was the primary method I had used for all my meals previously.

But that same vague knowledge about wearing clothes also dictated that eating like that in front of people was frowned upon. I wasn't sure why such things were frowned upon, but it was the way others apparently thought so there was nothing to be done about it.

Suddenly the pain in my stomach multiplied, and I let out a garbled shriek bending over in pain, this led to me literally planting my face into my food. I couldn't help myself any longer and I used the closeness to my advantage and scarfing down the food like an animal forgoing the use of hands entirely. I didn't care if I made a scene, I didn't care if they punished me afterwards, all that mattered was that I got the pain to stop.

I sat there panting staring at the now empty, and literally licked clean plate. The pain was still there, not nearly as blinding but it was still greater than anything I had felt before today. It was at least bearable. I looked up to find three shocked faces staring at me. I could only imagine how that had looked from there point of view, but I couldn't bring myself to care. I did however apologize, it was always a good idea to apologize even if you didn't really mean it, the blows always felt less painful, it was a lesson I learned pretty quickly. "Sorry, I was hungry."

"So I noticed." Daenerys said softly. She glanced down at her own plate with a contemplative look. "Would you like mine?" She said as she pushed her plate in my direction.

My eyes widened, and I quickly shook my head. I was lucky enough to have been given as much food as I had been. There was no need to push my luck, in case she was testing me or something. "No! I appreciate your concern but i'm not hungry anymore." Just as I had finished saying that however my traitorous stomach decided to make itself known with a growl of disapproval. I stared at her in fear. I had just lied to her. The punishment for lying was always severe, no matter how small the lie.

To my shock instead of seeing anger in her expression she looked at me with….sadness? Shocking me even further she reached over slowly and swapped my clean plate with her still full one.

I didn't touch it. I just stared at her in confusion. 'This must have been some sort of trick right? I must be missing something.'

As if reading my thoughts she spoke up. "I know you must not be used to these kinds of things but I give you my word. This is not some sort of trick or joke. You are free. And I will do everything in my power to see you recover from your time as a slave. As long as you're with me I promise you will be cared for. Food will never be a concern for you as long as it's in my power."

As I stared into her violet eyes I saw no lie. Only determination. She was telling the truth. Slowly I reached down with my hands and scooped up some food and began to eat. As I ate I felt tears flow down my cheek and hit the table with 'plops' but ignored them and continued eating. Daenerys Targaryen saved me, she gave me food, she gave me her food, she vowed to help me if it was in her power.

So as I ate her food I made my own vow.

So long as it was within my power, I would help Daenerys Targaryen.

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