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Innava – Sister


Present

I nod and run upstairs. Dany is pacing up and down the room and I sigh.

"You should rest," I tell her leaning into one of the stone pillars.

"I won't rest until I have my dragons back. Until I'm safe, until we're safe," she tells me and keeps pacing.

"Have you seen the size of my sword? I'm sure we're safe for now." She turns to me and her anger finally turns to sadness as she walks towards me and hugs me. "It's alright." I can feel her cry softly. "They're dragons. I'm sure nothing will happen to them."

"They're baby dragons," she cries and I lay my head on top of hers.

"We'll find them soon enough, Dany. I've never seen so much determination in Ser Jorah's eyes before." She looks up at me and I grin. "And between me and you, we will fucking tear this city apart until we find your dragons." She smiles. "Nothing can stop us Khaleesi." She nods sadly and turns away from me.

"Nothing can stop us, innava." I smile at her and sit on the window ledge. "But I won't rest."

"Fine. Then at least sit down. You'll make a hole in the floor the way you're pacing up and down." I see her look at the floor and walk to where I'm sat, sitting down in front of me.

"Where were you?" she asks me and I look at her surprised.

"Huh…" I decide not to tell her about the dream but be honest about the black out. "Apparently the Qarth sun got to me."

"Really? We were in whatever his name was's house and when we got to the one you were supposed to be waiting at, you were nowhere to be found. I thought you might have come back here, but then I got back and saw this and…" she looked at the place where Irri's body had been. "Not that I wasn't worried about you. I was, but…the dragons were gone…and…" she trailed off.

"It's alright Dany," I smile. "I'm alright. You know us northerners. We complain about the cold but we can't handle the sun."

"Even more so with your condition." I look up at her questioningly. "Sorry. I know you don't like to talk about what you might be but in all honesty you should just accept that you're something far from ordinary."

"Because my eye colour has changed?"

"No! Not just because of that." She took a deep breath. "You travelled from Westeros to the edge of the Red Waste. Can you remember anything about that?" I shake my head. "Your body was half charred by fire. I've seen men with lesser wounds than that perish. So, unless you're a Targaryen, which I'm sorry to tell you that you're not, you somehow got half burnt and still made it here. You've learnt skills that even I haven't acquired from the Dothraki as quickly as if you had been taught from birth."

"I weaved a few baskets and sewed a few clothes."

"Yes. But not even I sew my own clothes."

"You're the Khaleesi. I don't think you're even allowed to sew."

"And last but not least," she points her finger at me. "You were attacked North of The Wall, by White Walkers and you're here to tell the story. The burns, if treated properly I understand that you will survive which you have so far. But survive an encounter with the White Walkers and live to tell the tale." She shakes her head. "You may not be a White Walker and you're definitely not a wight, you're wounds have healed, you're sane…but you have to be something else. I'm sorry to tell you this, Innava, but you are not entirely human."

I clench my jaw and look down at my hands. Now that she had given me her point of view, it seems that my situation started to become clearer. I may not be dead, but I am not entirely alive.

"I can't—"

"Dragons were extinct, now they're not," she says simply and I look up at her. "Just because something seemingly ceases to exist, doesn't mean it can't be born again. We may not know what you have inside of you, but it's not impossible. And it doesn't make you any less of what you are. You haven't become a traitor, or a killer. You haven't hurt me or any of my own. I have come to like you. I can see kindness in your eyes. The dead have no kindness."

"Some of the living have no kindness in them either."

"Exactly! Which makes you more than them. You need to accept what you are. I don't think there's any way around it."

I'm about to answer her when Ser Jorah runs up the stairs and tells us to follow him. He has found the thief. We walk inside one of Xaro's many rooms and see him sitting down at the head of a half circle table. Sitting there are also the Thirteen. As soon as we enter everyone stares at us. I stand behind Dany, one hand on my main sword and another on one of the smaller swords on my back. As soon as I see one of the warlocks from the house of the Undying in the room it takes all of my self-control to not lunge at him.

"I did not leave the comfort of my home to come to yours and be called a thief," the Spice King says clearly annoyed.

"No one is calling you a thief, "Xaro replies.

"Who is she to accuse us?"

"Please, they're my children." Dany replies. "I'm begging you."

"Begging us?" Another member of the council counters. "It wasn't very long ago that you were threatening us."

"Without me, the dragons will die," the queen pleads.

"It will be for the best. Your dragons will bring the world nothing but death and misery, my dear. If I knew where they were, I still would not tell you."

"You are cruel, my friend," the bald man counters and I tighten my grip on my smaller sword. "The mother of dragons is right. She must be reunited with her babies." He turns to her. "I will help you, Khaleesi."

"How?"

"I will take you to the House of the Undying," and that's when my mind starts reeling. There's no way I'm letting her place a foot inside that Tower, "where I have put them." And that's when my swords come out. Ready and waiting.

"You have my dragons?"

"When I learned you were coming to our city, I made an arrangement with the King of Qarth." I take a step near Dany and sign to Kovarro to stay where he is. "He procured them for me."

"But there is no King of Qarth," Dany shouts, confused.

"There is now." Xaro stands and I start wishing I had another hand. "That was the other half of the arrangement. You would keep your gates and your minds closed to everything outside your walls," I have a feeling we might be either fighting or running any time soon, since the warlock walks behind Xaroso I place myself slightly in front of Dany "but Qarth cannot remain the greatest city that ever was if it refuses to change. I will open Qarth to the world as I have forced it to open itself to me."

Behind me Daenerys' breathing has become elaborate and I tense up. Looking back I can see she's alright, but fuming.

"Your ambition is an inspiration. But like all upstarts, you overreach. Three dragons the size of cats and an alliance with a charlatan do not make you a king," the Spice King laughs at him and I start pushing Dany even more behind me.

"An upstart and a charlatan? Empires have been built by less. Those on the margins often come to control the centre, and those in the centre make room for them, willingly or otherwise."

"The Mother of Dragons will be with her babies." He turns to us. "She will give them her love and they will thrive by her side...forever."

The scene before us makes us gasp before our minds actually registers what is happening. The warlock had multiplied and had cut the throats of all the members of the council. When the creepy man looks back at us I shout at Dany.

"Run!"

The three of us run to the nearest exit but we are stopped by one of the murderer's. Kovarro who had been in front of us places himself between the man and the queen. But a sword carves itself into the blue man's chest and he looks surprised.

"A mother should be with her children," he says before vanishing into thin air as another one appears behind me.

"Where will you run to, Daenerys Stormborn?" I take both of my swords and cut his head off, but he vanishes too before the head hits the floor.

"Your dragons wait for you in the House of the Undying. Come see them." Another appears further away from us.

Ser Jorah grabs her arm and the four of us run to the street and only stop when we reach the garden where the first party had took place. We stood there the four of us discussing what to do. Khaleesi wouldn't leave without the dragons and Ser Jorah wouldn't leave without the Khaleesi. And I, as sure as the sun would rise again tomorrow, wasn't going to leave without killing some of those warlock bastards. It was decided. Our next destination: the House of the Undying.

"I remember how it happened," I tell Dany as we start our journey to the Tower.

"What?" she asks.

"I remember the attack…"