A/N: This is my first fan fic which I am excited to present. It's going to be a long story so I hope you enjoy the ride.
Basically the story starts in Valyria and ends in Westeros. Constructive comments welcome but please keep it classy. This world is not my creation, it is all GRRM's.
A/N #2: I'm adding to the above note as this is my rewrite of some early chapters. I'm almost at the end of this story but I wanted to fix up the early chapters now I've posted the ending. What a ride this has been in my first fic!!! I'm overwhelmed how many follow and I'm still getting new follows every week. Thank you for following it kept me going while writing this. I've started a second fic which will have two chapters posted in here for a preview. Enjoy the rewrite everyone!
Chapter 1: The Prophecy
The Valyrian peninsula glittered in the night sprawled under the mountains which held the fires fuelling their magic. The flames glowed ominously ringed around the Freehold capital atop the mountains, the dancing flames a reflection of the power of the priests dedicated to flame magic. Hundreds of glittering domes shone brightly in the sky across the city and the dark shapes of dragon silhouettes flitted here and there. The leathery beating of wings was as common a sound in Valyria as the wind and the rain. Valyrian society was governed by a Council and Governor, but the magical families of Valyria held immeasurable wealth which brought a power of its own. Their existence revolved between accumulating wealth and fighting for supremacy, forming alliances to retain their power and push other families out. The families who couldn't hold their positions were relegated out of power and fought to regain what they had lost. The lower families fought amongst themselves and never really gained the power they sought to regain. The Targaryens were not powerful in magic, despite being Dragon Lords, but they held wealth. None of it mattered to the other families in power, they pushed the Targaryens out all the same. For decades they fought with the lesser Dragon Lords never getting anywhere, until the day Aenar Targaryen stopped the fight.
Aenar retreated from the world spending his days staring out the window with a glass of whiskey called Blood of Valyria nearby. Sleep was never restful and tonight was no different, he tossed in his bed long streams of silver hair stretching across the pillows. The moonlight making his hair glow with a silvery ambience. Truth be told he hadn't slept a full night since his daughter began showing signs of growing power. The same powers which claimed the life of her mother, his wife, and his love. Despite all the superficial worries he had about his family's status and wealth, none of those things mattered to him anymore.
Looking across the bed he sighed at the empty space left behind by his long gone wife, his eyes were tired but his mind was wired. How he wished she was here instead of permanently walking in dreams and how he wished his precious daughter displayed signs of any other magical talent. Resigned to another sleepless night he swings his legs out of bed and puts on a night gown black and silky with a large three headed dragon across the back. He goes over to his window and resumes staring into the night, the wheels of his mind ticking over what he can do next. Lights from buildings with iridescent domes shone brightly into the night with multi coloured prisms of light that thrilled all who watched. The light of the domes shine across Aenar's face, but nothing seemed to bring him joy anymore not even the wonders of his beloved city. Aenar seemed to be waiting for something to happen or to lead him to the next phase of his life. He knew something was waiting in the future, but the present felt stuck, forced and everything was getting a little boring to deal with. Aenar looked over at the door as he heard hurried footsteps, his heart lurched as the door opened and his daughters handmaiden entered. Her hair looked disheveled and her cheeks flushed from the hurried journey through the enormous house in search of him.
"Sorry to disturb so suddenly Master, its Daenys again" she spoke breathlessly unable to hide the urgency in her voice.
Aenar dipped his head in acknowledgement and followed her out of the room, part of him knew this was coming and he ignored the feeling of dread in his gut and followed the handmaiden. Usually entering a Masters room without permission was forbidden but in the case of his daughters condition he allowed it. And from the sheepish look on the maids face she knew he could punish her severely for it if he so chose.
Aenar followed her through the sprawling property to a large set of double doors with a huge intricately carved three headed dragon on the door. They entered the room and he nodded to his daughter's guard who was watching her tossing and turning in her bed. Her forehead slick with sweat and visibly distressed although she was still asleep.
"Has she been like this for long?" He whispered to the guard.
"Master she has been dream walking for a while now and it became distressing. She asked me to hold off calling for you as she sees how much you worry for her"
Aenar pursed his lips at his daughters foresight but quietly nodded and moved to take his daughter's side. His words weren't needed here, only his presence.
"Syra bring me some parchment and a quill, and quickly" spoke Aenar just above a whisper, as he took his daughters hand, the handmaiden nodded and quietly exited the room. Moments later the force of the visions caused Daenys to wrench her hand away, Aenar looked down at his empty hand and sighed.
Gazing over Daenys his heart wrenched in his chest. How it pained him to see his daughters body wrench with the force of the visions. He felt powerless to help and worry is not a feeling a dragon lord is accustomed to. This discomfort made him feel ill at ease and grew with every day that passed, it tugged at what was left of his strength and pride.
Daenys grabbed his hand again squeezing tightly as she thrashed around the bed groaning. He held her hand once more and watched her wishing he had some answers. There was only one place in the city that could help and he wasn't sure they would even take her.
The maid eventually returned, He set up the paper and quill on the bedside and still holding Daenys hand, he waited.
"Fire and blood" she suddenly said as quiet as a whisper.
Aenar wrote it down and waited.
"It's all gone, everything...gone" she cried out in her sleep, followed by pained whimpering.
Aenar felt a pit of dread in his stomach, how he wished he could see what visions she was seeing and what this meant for his family.
She continued fitfully sleeping the rest of the night, after a period of time she settled and Aenar himself dozed off.
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Aenar dreamt of long strands of silky white hair enveloping him once again, caressing him softly teasing him, tantalising with her scent all around. Her voice came calling for him to follow her from behind, it pained him to hear her voice only in dreams these days. He turned to go to her but he was caught in a web of silver hair. It made no move to restrain him but no matter how much he pushed it away he couldn't break free and get to her.
"I've got to go now Aenar" said his beloved.
"No wait! Just one last kiss my love" he said in desperation, knowing that's not all he wanted from her.
"I will wait for you here" she said and almost sounded like it was whispered right in his ear.
He jerked his head around to follow his beloved's voice and he startled himself to waking up. He squinted his eyes at the bright light in the room when he woke and noticed Daenys was gone.
Aenar walked through the coridoors of his mansion dazed from poor sleep and waking from a vivid dream with his wife again. He had gotten past the point of caring what his servants thought of his appearance. He was the Master after all and how much he missed his love outweighed what he cared of their thoughts. He was still proud enough though that when he stepped out of the house he ensured he was every bit the Dragon Lord of Valyria he could be. Walking towards the dining halls he could hear the children speaking in low voices.
'She's trying to hide it from me again' he thought to himself with a sad sigh.
Why his daughter felt the need to hide from him he didn't understand. He entered the hall to see Daenys and Gaemon eating and talking quietly together. They looked up and saw him becoming instantly quiet.
"Morning my little dragons. Sleep well?" He said, convinced one would answer yes and one would answer no.
"Perfectly fine father, just some passing night terrors" responded Daenys attempting to show her father she was fine. She didn't even glance up at him from her breakfast, she just continued eating. But he looked close enough and saw the slight tremor in her hand as she ate another mouthful.
He saw straight through her.
He looked at her intensely for a few seconds before sighing and turning his attention to his son.
"Have you been practicing your riding skills Gaemon? Your dragon is grown enough now and it's time you both got to know each other"
Gaemon nodded, "Yes father, I wanted to ask you for some tips actually"
Aenar smiled, "Tips son?"
"Yes, you see I'm having trouble...well...holding on"
Aenar was caught off guard and laughed a little louder than he intended and caught himself, regaining composure and drinking some water before answering.
His children glanced at each other in surprise.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to laugh at you. It's just the way you...never mind. We will take the dragons out today and I'll see where you need some help."
"Can I come too father?" asked Daenys, she seemed rather keen to go out riding.
"Not today" he replied seriously, "I have someone coming to visit with you"
Daenys looked scared, "coming to visit me? For what?"
"To help you control your dream walking"
"But-"She tried to retort.
Aenar held up his hand and the strained look returned to his face, "Daenys stop trying to hide it from me. It doesn't make it any easier to deal with the fact your mother is gone. What makes things worse is you're clearly needing help to control your talents and I'm lacking in that department. You'll train with this priest and that's the end of it. We can go riding another time"
She nodded in agreement while her stomach churned with anxiety.
They sat in silence and finished eating. The dining hall was particularly ornate and displayed all the splendour of the dragon lords of Valyria. Despite being minor dragon Lords in Valyrian hierarchy the Targaryen's possessed enough wealth to live in great comfort.
Which meant their home was lavishly decorated with the three headed dragon symbol of their House.
The wall behind Aenar had a large detailed three headed dragon mural stylised to be ruling over the world. Showing his ancestors ambitions for their house which sometimes pained Aenar as it was a stark reminder how his family had failed to realise their dreams. The ceiling had a huge crystal and gold chandelier which reflected light across the dragon making it look alive. The dining hall truly was an impressive display of the Targaryen home, with no expense spared in embellishments. The children finished eating and excused themselves leaving Aenar behind to ponder with his thoughts again, he had thought of every conceivable way to change his family's fate. Nothing seemed to be feasible though, so he sat and ate alone trying to erase troubling thoughts from his mind.
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Father and brother had gone out riding, leaving her behind. Daenys cursed the gift of Dreamwalking she inherited from her mother. The same gift that eventually killed her mother had been passed to her. She longed to feel the freedom of her dragon beneath her and the feeling of flying was much more exhilarating than sitting in a room with a musty old priest. Daenys heard someone approaching the doorway to the study she was sitting in, the footsteps growing louder made her heart beat a little faster. There was no escaping what she had been doing in the night now. Looking up from her lessons a man much younger than she was expecting stood in the doorway. He had purple robes on which made his eyes seem to shine even brighter. His purple eyes were intense and looked at her with interest. His hair was styled in intricate braids all over his head and cascaded down his back. The priest emanated power, moved with purpose but also exuded grace.
"Daenys, we meet in person" he entered the room and sat across from her.
"Ah have we met before?" said Daenys, suddenly nervous
"Not while awake we haven't. I knew your father would send for me. Let me introduce myself my name is Rhaenar. I'm from the Temple of Dreamwalkers and your father asked me to help you...control your gifts"
"Gifts?" squeaked Daenys in response, the heat of embarrassment rising in her cheeks.
He nodded, "Yes...your gifts" he leaned closer to her, "Being a dream walker isn't just about seeing your dreams. It is so much more. I won't go into too much detail this early on. But we need to start learning the basics and when you can control it the real fun begins"
"Uh I don't know how fun it's going to be. I usually see incredibly vivid, horrible things happening. Often to the people I love" she visibly shudders.
"Visions can be frightening when you don't know how to control them and what is real, or should I say has the potential to be real. Once we start you'll at least be able to rest more peacefully and hopefully with time you'll be able to recall everything you've seen in your dream state"
Daenys nodded mutely, there was nothing else she could say. There was no escaping it now. Yet his confidence and demeanour had calmed her.
She lifted her chin resolved to the need to control her 'gift', "Let's begin then" the words came out with more certainty and confidence than she felt. But they came out all the same.
Rhaenar smiled back at the young girl and inclined his head, hopeful that her newfound resolve would stand up to the training she would undertake.
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2 Weeks After Commencing Training:
Aenar was very happy with Daenys lessons with Rhaenar. It seemed his daughter was sleeping better and in turn so was he. She returned to being the happy child like she used to be, her laughter filled the halls once more and the household felt totally different. Rhaenar, she said had helped her dream walk and learn how to change what was happening in her dreams. Which apparently is the first step to discerning between what is a real prophecy and what is simply just a dream. Dreams can be changed, altered and deleted whereas prophecies cannot.
"Prophecy cannot be changed because you are meant to see that sequence of events and alter it in real life, not the dream state" says Daenys proudly and confidently one night at dinner.
Aenar smiles at her, 'Looks like I've got my daughter back' he thought to himself and smiled inwardly.
"I did not know that, how interesting" he responds as he eats dinner half heartedly. Despite his daughter seeming back to herself, Aenar still wasn't back to how he used to be.
"Did mother never mention this to you?" She asked boldly and instantly regretted it.
Aenar's smile faltered and he became strained, his head lost in the memory of his wife again, "No" he quietly replied, "she never had anyone teach her properly in time before..."
"Father I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked"
He closed his eyes and braced his forehead with his hand, "No it's fine. We can't forget she existed and get upset every time some one mentions her. She'd be furious if she knew I was this upset at her not being here. Such a fierce woman. No it's time we spoke about this. She never mentioned it when the visions started because I think she longed to have gifts in other areas instead of dreams"
Daenys nodded, "I know how she feels in that area"
Aenar looked at her seriously "And you do have other gifts, you are a dragon rider, fierce fighter and you dream walk. This just needs your attention for now. Don't worry I won't be stopping you from exploring any other gifts"
She smiles relieved to hear this from him
"Can I ask one thing about Mother?" she asked sheepishly, "why didn't she have help like you've gotten for me?"
Aenar slowly laid his cutlery down and fluffed with his napkin as he tried to coherently answer. Clearing his throat he looked at his children whose eyes were fixed on him clearly seeking the answer to Daenys question.
"She was in training," replied Aenar quietly, "but it was too little too late. She didn't tell me or anyone about the dreams. They had started before we lived together, she paid her servants to keep the secret from her family. By the time anyone knew...well her body couldn't take the force of the visions as her power grew. The pregnancies made her power surge and...well she simply couldn't handle it"
Daenys face had gone white and Gaemon had frozen also, this was the first time they had spoken of her since she died. Aenar resumed eating knowing he needed to change the subject and lighten the mood.
"Now enough talk of the past. Gaemon tell your sister how you fell off Maeka today. It's funny to laugh about now and she won't tease you...too much"
Aenar smiles and winks at Daenys who still looks terrified, Gaemon rolls his eyes in embarrassment and begins to tell the story.
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Months pass and Daenys' time with Rhaenar has taught her to control and change dreams. So far the prophecies haven't come and she feels relieved. Introducing a nightly routine has helped clear her mind of the events of the day so her dreams aren't clouded with processing information. Every night her maids bathe her with herbs and exotic flower petals added for relaxing and calming properties. After drying herself they apply all over scented oils to help open up the mind, relax the body and focus the inner eye. Afterward Daenys spends a short time in meditation before bed her silvery white hair glowing in the darkness of her room. Tonight Daenys sits, cross legged on her bed eyes closed drifting in the darkness.
"Good to see you here my student" Rhaenar's voice booms through her mind
"I'm feeling clear and calm now more than ever before"
"Good, very good, let's begin"
Daenys breathes deeply like she's been taught and lays down in case she falls during her dream state.
As her body relaxes she floats into dreams. Easy dreams which can be controlled and change. Dragons diving into another and dancing around one another, she changes them to birds diving into one another. Fire burning high into the sky she transforms to a beautiful fountain. The entire time, there is no change in emotion or feeling of being in danger.
"Good control" comments Rhaenar, his voice booming in her mind and reverberating throughout her dream state.
Suddenly, she's standing in the main square of Valyria, it's deserted and all around her ash is falling. The air is hot and dry, uncomfortable and out of place to its usual moderate temperature. Daenys looks up blocking the sun out with her hand as dragons are falling down dead all around her. Their bodies shake the ground and she narrowly missed being crushed. Daenys frantically tries to change the dragons into another form and she can't. Panic behind rising as she realises she is back in her vision again.
"Don't panic, hold yourself there and control the breath" says Rhaenar calmly.
Daenys feels the floor shaking under her feet, the buildings around her crumble and fall. She hears a terrifying explosion and sees Valyria torn apart in the most spectacular and devastating explosions. Everything moves in slow motion, people are running and dying all around her. She feels the heat of the volcanic air rushing all around her burning people and dragons alive. Nothing is spared. No one is saved. She sees her home melted and ruined, unidentified bodies she guesses are her father, brother and servants. It gets too much she runs but she can't escape. Everything is turmoil, everywhere is death. Valyria is gone.
Aenar is shaken awake by a frantic servant
"Master, master please come. Quickly!"
Months had passed by without his sleep being disturbed. He was confused for a moment why this person had put their hands on him and then he remembered, Daenys.
He jumped out of bed and ran to her room not bothering to cover himself up.
She was writhing on the bed, eyes rolled back in her head and milky white. Her servants helpless to help her Gaemon cowered in the corner helplessly
"Syra get Gaemon back in bed" spoke Aenar with authority
"Yes master"
"Gaemon, son it'll be alright follow Syra" he reassures his terrified son who simply looks wide eyed as he is led from the room.
"Father I thought this was under control" says Gaemon as he turns back for one more look of concern at Daenys.
"I did too but for now it'll be ok. Back to your room I'm here now"
He squeezed his sons shoulder in comfort trying to feel something he did not, which was confidence.
Aenar glanced back at Daenys and for a second she looked just like his wife the last time she dream walked and didn't return.
"Has the prophecy released her yet" Rhaenar's voice was smooth and calm.
Aenar glanced over his shoulder relieved to hear Rhaenar's voice, his tense shoulders dropped a little.
"No, not yet. She's never been this deep before. Can we do anything?"
Rhaenar shook his head, in the darkness of the night his eyes practically shining "we can't do anything to release her from the prophecy it needs to show itself to her in full"
Aenar glanced back at her she was no longer writhing as if in pain but those milky white eyes staring straight upward unnerved him.
When Daenys returned to consciousness she fell into a deep exhausted sleep. Rhaenar tended to her and rubbed some different oils on her to help her recover.
When Rhaenar finished he looked to Aenar and indicated the hallway, silently the men left the room.
"The first full prophecy one sees after beginning training is usually the hardest, she may sleep for a few days. It's like training for hours straight and riding on dragon back for days afterward. A lot of strain on the physical body. She's stronger than she lets on, I will watch over her dreams and help shift anything too distressing"
"Thank you Rhaenar, I...don't really know what to say" Aenar scratches his head dazed and concerned.
"Lord Targaryen you have a capable woman growing in there. She's going to be fine" replied Rhaenar confidently.
Aenar looked into Rhaenar's iridescent bright purple eyes, reassured but still worried. Rhaenar returned his gaze expressionless before calmly turning and walking out "I will be back to check on her physical health tomorrow".
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Daenys slowly fluttered her eyes open and felt around on her bed. Sheets, bed, familiar... home. Everything as it was when she fell asleep. She lifted her head and immediately was struck with pain radiating all through her head and body, silently crying inside she laid back on the pillow and closed her eyes again
"The pain goes away in a day or two" a voice boomed deep in the recesses of her mind.
She recognised that voice.
"You never told me how much you feel in a prophecy", she replied weakly.
"Because you wouldn't have believed me until you experience it yourself"
"What did I see?", she whispered.
"I don't know, you tell me. I know you remember"
Daenys sighed frustrated that she had to relive it all over again.
"I...don't think I can right now" she said weakly.
"You'll have to sooner or later" he replied, firmly pushing her to confront instead of avoid.
Daenys grimaced and pulled herself up to sitting and saw Rhaenar sitting across the room from her writing notes.
He looked up at her movement and smiled gently.
"You did better than most I'll tell you that."
"It doesn't feel that way to me" She replied holding her pounding head.
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Just because Daenys had woken didn't quell his anxiety for her wellbeing. Aenar sat in the dragon dome contemplating his past experience with raw dream walking gifts. Her mother was just learning to grasp her dream walking when she passed during a particularly violent prophecy. The contents of which she was never able to fully reveal and no one could retrieve with magic she died so suddenly. Aenar would never forget waking up to her eyes wide and milky staring straight as if she was already dead. She was muttering words he had tried to burn from his mind with little success. He remembered touching his wife and she felt cold but her heart was still beating though erratically. She breathed out deeply, "they sweep through the world with ice...blue eyes...the death of all".
She thrashed and screamed out, he tried to place his hands on her so she could feel his warmth. She pushed him away violently, scratching him as she frantically fought invisible enemies.
"The dead will rise, and we are doomed", She yelled and he paced the room trying to be calm and confident in her ability to walk back to their family. He admired her strength, she was a strong woman. Built lean but muscly and agile. A gifted fighter and amateur wielder of magic.
Suddenly she sat up and clutched her chest in pain her eyes rolling back and returning to burn him her glowing green gaze. She burned her gaze through him.
"Without her" she breathed, "they will take us all, nowhere is safe"
His blood turned to ice and he ran to her side taking her hand, "Who? Who do you see?" he begged her to reveal something but she breathed out, fell back on the bed and was gone.
Everything that came after felt like it moved in slow motion, the Healers came and left hours later with condolences. Ever since then the emptiness in his heart only grew.
"I'm sorry Master Targaryen, this prophecy was the end of her. Her heart just gave out" those words echo through his mind repeatedly since that day, haunting him.
Aenar wipes more tears away at the thought of her gone, at the feeling of hopelessness and resolved himself to never feel that again.
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Slowly the pain in Daenys body ebbed away, and she felt the urge to move, to fight and feel alive again. Leaping from her bed it took moments to put on her armour and fix her blades to her hip. Just the smell of the leather and the feel of it on her frame made her feel more in control again.
Her body spun and turned, feeling at one with her blades. She preferred to fight with two. It made her feel powerful and balanced to bend and sway, spin and kick while wielding her double blades. The sword master dove and ducked with her spinning in an ever evolving dance where he tested her boundaries and coaxed her into showing her skills and finding her weaknesses. She strikes and leans into her target but he effortlessly rolls away and lands the death blow that would end her in real fight to the death.
Daenys concedes defeat, breathing heavily but feeling joyful. The fight, the dance makes her feel alive. Her light leather armour feels plastered to her body with sweat. Her hair is stuck to her head and her purple blue eyes shine with happiness.
"Well done today young mistress. You are losing yourself to the moment. Blade and body are as one. You move with the flow of the energy and I can sense you feeling my movements here" he points to his head, "instead of here" he points to his eyes.
She nods and smiles clearly puffing from the exertion.
"And yet you still possess impatience that you would carelessly strike at me" he begins to scold her but retains a slight smile and a twinkle in his eye.
She looks down knowing he was right she had tired of the game and decided to make the first move.
"I feel like you're always going to drag out my lessons to make me strike first" she smiles.
He stares at her for a second and grins, "And that is my job. To uncover weakness and turn it to steel. Well done my dragon you are improving. Now tell me where did you go wrong?"
Still panting Daenys sheaths her swords and braces for the lesson which is coming.
"I didn't use the weaknesses you had shown me. I went for an attack while you were still standing in your strong stance. I pushed an attack I knew was going to fail"
He raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Very good. Very good. You dance with me well and you accept your failures. Now let's learn how to pick the right time to attack based on just footwork alone."
They begin to dance around each other without using blades, with fighting stances only in an impressive display of physical agility and grace. Ducking, diving, spinning, jumping.
Suddenly he holds up his hand to halt and Daenys struggles to regain composure mid attack.
"Tell me child which part of that showed weakness?"
"When you step back and are leading with your left foot. You don't have as much power to defend an attack."
"Yes! Exactly right. With my lead foot at the back of my body I shift a lot of my power away from an effective defence. Do not forget that. Next lesson I won't be reminding you I expect you to land at least one non fatal blow on me"
He grins, sheaths his swords from their previous practice and bows to her.
"Until next time my Lady"
Daenys returns the bow in thanks and watches him leave their training room. The room is empty of all furniture however it's magnificence remains. The golden chanadelier sparkles over her head and the brightly coloured murals twinkle with life. The people in the murals seem to be watching her. She unwraps her armour and begins to place it back in its casing.
She feels her fathers presence before she hears him.
"You're becoming quite the warrior" he says with pride in his voice.
Daenys can't help but smile and continues to clean and pack up without turning.
"It's the one time I truly feel alive...and in control"
A shadow of fear passes over her face as she remembers why she likes training. To escape the terror of her nights.
She hears her father sigh, "Your mother was the same."
Losing her composure Daenys whirls around, "If mother was so strong why didn't it matter in the end?"
Aenar smiles sadly and pulls out an orb from his robes.
She swallows in fear because she knows what these are and isn't sure if she wants to see them.
He releases it from his hand and it floats up into the air and explodes with light. The room fills up with the memories of her mothers last dream walk. Her father had perfectly preserved the pain of her mothers last moments.
When the memories fade the orb returns to her fathers hands.
She swallows thickly, "Father I-"
"We don't need to exchange condolences you were there you remember my pain child. That's not why I'm showing you this."
Daenys nods and understands but has no words in response.
"Daenys we need the prophecy, I'm convinced you're seeing something connected to what your mother saw. I won't lose anyone else to the dreams"
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Rhaenar joins her for reliving the prophecy this time physically in the room.
"Now this is more advanced dreamwalking but I believe considering the circumstances it's time to go there."
He pulls out a vial of liquid and shows it to her.
She looks confused, "it's not poison is it?"
Her smiles tightly, "To some yes but in just the right dosage it protects the heart from the stresses of dream walking. You see in the dreams your body can easily slip into a dangerous state because of the physical strain on the body. And the physical stress might cause you to dream walk forever. Which we don't want."
"That's what happened to my mother" she says quietly, fear gripping her heart after what her father had shown her.
"Yes it is and she needed better guidance than what she had. But the time is gone for what ifs"
Daenys nodded once and was appreciative for his unemotional approach to her greatest fear. It helped keep her own emotions in check. She took the drops of liquid into her mouth grimacing at the taste but resolving to be strong.
"Now I'll be with you because I need to record this. This time I'll join you in the prophecy so we have two accounts of what's happening in case we miss something."
Relief flooded over her and she let out a breath feeling the fear leaving her
"Don't be afraid to ask for help in the future dear" he said sternly looking at her
"I'm just used to dealing with this alone I'm not used to doing that"
"No matter you have guidance, use it"
He proceeded to rub a strong smelling oil on her forehead, "This is a mixture of oils and dragon tears. A powerful mix which is going to make the prophecy stronger and more vivid. But at the same time will help us to slow the prophecy down so we can take it all in"
"Okay" was all she managed to say shakily unsure if making her vision stronger was something she wanted.
Rhaenar wiped his hand over Daenys eyes and she drifted immediately into a trance, she opened her eyes and she was in Valyria during the day.
She looked to her left and he is standing there, comforted by his presence she looks straight ahead and moves resolutely into the prophecy.
Flames, fire and earth shaking explosions fill her mind and he travels by her side slowing things down when she is physically overwhelmed. Volcanoes erupt and cover the land with lava. Every person falls, every building and temple falls. Dragons are destroyed. Tsunamis sweep through the land destroying anything the lava doesn't touch. All knowledge and wealth is swept away as if it never was. The ruins are left and the prophecy changes to a far away land, this was a new part of the prophecy to Daenys. She had never managed to remember this far into the dream waking before becoming overwhelmed. They see an island with a huge castle with stone dragons standing guard. They also see a string of islands connected by rock bridges. And they see a huge wall of ice. They see battles on a field, dragons dancing and fighting over a lake. They see leagues of men bending the knee for a dragon rider. They see an army of dead marching under the orders of an undead king, with shining icy eyes.