Prologue: From the ashes…
A woman dies, surrounded by the soldiers she commanded, the last of her country's army. She was Natalie Williams, a Lieutenant-Colonel of the Rangers, formerly Special Forces (but age had taken its toll, and she was Special Forces no more). She died from the cave in of their nuclear shelter. It was a better death than her little sister's, who died of radiation poisoning five months before.
The God she worshiped denies her entry into His Realm. Long ago He forbade His worshipers from killing other's unless in holy war. He is not the gentle God His worshipers believe He is, nor as fair and just as they praised Him to be. That she died defending her country from the literal end of the World seems to be of no concern to Him. If she was honest in her faith, He said, she should have died without firing a shot.
Another God, more powerful and wise, one that was all that the one she once worshiped claimed to be, took her soul and let her rest in His realm. Once she was rested, He gave her a choice. To rest forevermore or to be born anew, to save a world that wouldn't save itself, to take the place of a Chosen One that was inept and untrained, betrayed by her advisors and unwise at every turn. She would be armed with foreknowledge, and taught how to use metaphysical powers to gain the edge she needed to succeed.
She chose the second option and took His hand.
The greatest storm that world had seen since the night sky had swallowed the sun for a generation came from nowhere, and sunk the ships that might have once captured the Chosen-One-to-be. A baby girl was born. Natalie Williams ceased, her story ended. From the ashes of her previous self, Daenerys Stormborn was born anew.
And Planetos would never be the same.