Chapter One

She woke slowly, her head pounding and fuzzy as she came to. Her neck was stiff and her back ached terribly as she pushed herself up. It was then that Sansa realized she was no longer in the grip of a dragon's claw but laying in a plush, four-poster bed with sheer drapes that rustled from a salty breeze coming in through a broken window. As she crawled out of the bed, she realized her clothes had been removed and she had been redressed by someone. She wore a strange, and unfamiliar style of gown. It had no bodice and was simply pinned at both her shoulders with a braided rope around her waist, sinching it and giving her figure some definition. It seemed to be made of entirely one, beautiful silken piece of fabric rather than sewn at the sides or back. It left her arms completely bared and she shivered from the chill.

She wrapped her arms around herself and she continued to look around the room with fright in her heart. She did not know where she was. She walked to the broken window and her heart sunk when she saw the expansive, blacked ruins of a city. The ground steamed and crackled, as if alive, steam rising from little pockets here and there. It was like nothing she had seen, the closest comparison was the glimpse of Harrenhall on their journey to Kings Landing from Winterfell.

It reeked of death and horror, there was a distant sound and she shuddered because it sounded like screaming. As the echoes of the dead were still present in the place. She hated it. Just then, the clouds broke and bright light came through in beams and Sansa saw black stone that glittered were patched of char and ash had fallen away over time. Stain glass orange and blue windows caught the light and she squinted at the glare of one. She started to be able to picture the grand, beautiful city this place might have once been. Tall towers that seem to reach the clouds, as high, perhaps higher than the Eyrie. She could make out elevated walkways going from structure to structure, like a road system in the sky. It was incredible.

Down farther below she could make out what she thought might have been once a few streams cutting through and squares of what could have been gardens perhaps. She looks back up at some of the buildings and shrieked when she caught sight of something huge, with thousands of legs slither out of a window onto the outside of a tower. There was a roaring and a hiss then fire rained down on the creature and a large, clawed talon picked it out of the air as the monstrous insect lost its grip and tumbled off the side.

A dragon. But this one was a different color than the one that had taken her. This one was green and bronze. It flew to another building and perched on its back legs, and with the front leg that was holding the now dead centipede creature, it brought it to its mouth where it took a large bite. Even from her room, she could hear the squelch and crunch as it chewed its prey.

While at court in Kings Landing she had heard the rumors about the Last Targaryen, a girl not much older than Sansa, who had three dragons at her disposal. She often would look out her window in her tower and wonder if she might soon see one drop through the clouds, raining fire, and terror on the city. There were days, where all she wanted was to see the Sept of Baelor, the place of her father's execution, crumble and burn down to dust. Would the dragon queen let her go home or would she remain a prisoner, just to a different queen? Sansa had no faith, nor trust in this last Targaryen, even if she did come to Westeros one day to take back her family's throne. The only one she believed could save her, that would not hurt her was Robb. And he had chosen to abandon her. And now he was dead, with their mother and brothers.

She was all that was left.

She pressed herself closer to the window when she saw something, a flash of a tail fly by and she recognized the dragon that had taken her. It was flying in circles. It was a little smaller than the other, but not by much.

When Sansa was a girl she used to imagine what it would be like if the dragons were still alive, not as much as Arya or Bran, but she had always associated dragons with the more romantic Targaryen songs and stories. Now that she was face to face with the beasts, real and once more alive in the world it was terrifying, beautiful, but terrifying. Completely different from how she felt about their dire wolves. A direwolf could maul and kill a grown man, but these dragons could kill hundreds in one shot of flame from their throats. Melt castles like Harrenhal. Yet there was an odd allure, a pull that she was feeling towards them. To have so much power at your use, such a deviously tempting thing. She could destroy anyone who had ever harmed her or her family.

"You are awake," she jumped away from the window and turned to see a woman in the room with her.

She was wearing a dress of similar style of draped dress as Sansa's but the women only went over one shoulder and was a deep, blood-red crimson. Around her neck, she wore a gold choker with blackish-red ruby in the middle. Her dark hair was twisted and pinned up, with a gold band keeping some of it from her face. She was barefoot.

"Who are you and where am I?!" Sansa demanded, stepping back as the woman stepped toward her.

The stranger smiled. "I am Kinvara, a priestess to the Lord of Light and you are in Old Valyria."

Kinvara looked Sansa up and down approvingly. "The Tunica suits you, princess. The blue brings out the color of your hair just like I hoped."

Sansa looked down at herself, out of reflex before she realized she was allowing the woman to distract her."Why have I been brought here?"

Kinvara continued to smile, standing poised and elegant in front of her. She was short and slim, with a sharp, deadly beauty to her. It was a different sort of intimidating than Cersei's beauty had been. She stepped forward and Sansa backward until she was against a wall. The woman had eyes like burning coals, unnerving Sansa.

"I understand you have questions, and I have answers. But to understand, there are some things you need to see first," Kinvara said and turned her back to Sansa.

"If you would please follow me, Princess Sansa."

Sansa watched Kinvara head to the door. She looked out the window, thinking what she should do. She noticed the dragons were gone and that worried her more than if they were in her sight for some reason. She had a feeling, wherever this woman took her, the dragons would be there are close by. It shouldn't be a comfort, and yet that is what she felt. She wished she could explain it to herself better, understand why she was feeling this connection.

She made a choice.

Sansa swallowed and summoned her courage. She followed Kinvara out of the room and into a torch-lit hall of the same shimmering, black stone walls.

Chapters will eventually get longer as the story progresses and I get more comfortable with where this is going.

Also, dragons in my story have four legs, not two. Yes, I am one of those people. Blame my dragon enthusiast friend.

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