Writhing in pain, I think of you
AN: Lady Eleanya is a name I made up. The name of Lord Daemon's wife is not known (not on the wiki at least ;) ) - QueenNothingness
It is the first time Daenys can move. But something isn't right. This is not reality, she understands. This is different. A dream, maybe?
Daenys walks around in the room, which looks much like their home at Dragonstone. She is barefooted, and walks into the living room. The fire is crackling softly, and Daenys' mouth falls open when she sees who it is.
'Grandmother!' Daenys laughs, running into the woman's awaitening arms. Grandmother Eleanya seems to have grown younger, but Daenys recognizes her face. 'It is good to see you, child.' Her grandmother says, sitting next to her.
'Where am I?' Daenys asks, enjoying the feel of the crackling fire. 'You tell me, my sweet. You have grown so strong and beautiful.' Daenys sighs at that. 'I don't know, I'm still not as good as Rhaenys and Visenya.'
Her grandmother sighs as well. 'You are different, but that makes you unique. Tell me, what do you want to do? Do you want to come with me?' Her grandmother asks, eyebrows raised. 'I..sometimes I think it would be easier if I just gave up. Living is difficult and hard, most of the time.'
'Death is easier, you are right in that regard.' A voice interrupts them, Daenys smiling when her grandfather, Lord Daemon, stands next to her. 'It's been a long time, Daenys.' Daenys nods and hugs her grandfather as well.
'I need to show you something.' Lord Daemon extends his arm, Daenys linking their arms together and walking out of the living room, through the corridors, Lady Eleanya not far behind. Lord Daemon opens a door and than they are standing in a dimly-lit room, filled with portraits.
'Is that me?' Daenys asks, mouth dropping open. She looks at the portrait at the right, it is her with Magavin, the dragons eyes seeming to glow. When she looks to the left, she sees herself with her parents, when she was still younger.
What shocks her the most, is the portrait in the middle. It holds Daenys and her siblings, but she seems older there. Aegon stands behind her, face expressing his telltale fierce look. Rhaenys stands to her right, and Visenya to her left. What shocks her the most is herself. She looks a few years older, and more beautiful. The look on her face does it. It is an expression of fierceness and courage, much like the face Rhaenys and Visenya have on the portrait. Aegon's hands are clasped on her shoulders, Visenya and Rhaenys both holding their hands together in the same posture as her. What she remarks is that they all wear the same ring.
A ring with a three-headed dragon, eyes all shimmering like spun silver. 'What?' Daenys is still gaping.
Her grandmother laughs.
'The portrait on the left represents your past, the portrait on the right represents what you are now, and the portrait in the middle represents what you could become, if you decide to live.'
'What will you do, Daenys?' Lord Daemon asks.
Daenys is silent for a few minutes and than a smile grows on her lips. 'It was good seeing you, Grandmother, Grandfather. But I need to go.' Her grandparents both nod and smile as she waves goodbye.
'I never doubted you.' She hears Lord Daemon mutter as she walks to the light that comes from the end of the corridor. 'You are my granddaughter after all.'
Daenys decided in that moment that she will keep going forward, not looking back for a moment. She has seen what she can become, and deep in her heart she knows she is capable of it.
The light is blinding for a moment. She hears a roar in the distance, much like a wail and someone weeping. Magavin. Than Daenys' eyes fly open and she breathes.