17 year old Celia Bowman didn't really like much about her life. Well, not much since her mother died. It happened in a horrible car crash that left her mother dead and Celia scarred from the cheekbone down to her upper lip.

Of course, since she was in the car at the time, her alcoholic father deemed it appropriate to blame her for the entire thing. Which he did, every single night since. Celia couldn't even remember the last time she'd spent a day or night not getting beaten.

For her, the abuse seemed never ending. The only thing she even had left of her mother was a silver dragon egg candle. Her mother had recently fallen in love with the Game of Thrones series and bought a whole bunch of the stuff before she died.

Celia took it and hid the treasure in her room where her father couldn't find it. Usually, after her father would tire of beating her, she would bring the egg out from under her floorboards and cry herself to sleep with it. She pictured her mother and wished she could go anywhere to escape.

Tonight, however, was different. He came back and found her with the egg, fury filling his eyes. He towered over her and grabbed the silver egg from her grasp. Throwing it against the wall, Celia cried out when she saw pieces of it break. Soon, the beating began again and as she lost consciousness, her gaze traveled back to the egg pieces. She wished once more with all of her might, only to be met with darkness.

When Celia woke, she felt the sauna like heat. Opening her good eye, she immediately sat up, taking in her surroundings. In her hands, she held her dragon egg candle, untouched. Smiling, she hugged it close for a moment before she took a look at her surroundings again.

She CERTAINLY wasn't in her home, that was for certain! Looking around, Celia saw many weapons and other items she had never seen before. Standing, she made her way around the tent, examining how crudely it was made. Fear began to eat away at her and she made her way to the opening.

It was daylight outside and there was noise outside of the tent. Maybe someone could help her find out where she was? Stepping out, she was blinded by how bright the sun was and struck by the massive heat wave she felt.

When her eyes adjusted, Celia felt her fear grow. Everyone was looking at her with shock and anger, yelling in a language that she didn't understand.

Soon, she was taken and dragged to a tent, her egg taken away from her. They cut off her clothes, leaving her in her panties, and then bound her hands and shackled her feet. All the while slapping and yelling at her, sometimes a blow would land to her back.

She sobbed and pleaded with them to let her go, but they didn't listen. They would come and beat her; it seemed just for fun. For days she screamed until her voice finally went hoarse. One night, an old woman came into the tent and cut the ties at her wrists. She handed Celia a large piece of what looked like jerky and a wineskin.

Blinking up at the older woman, Celia knew that confusion showed on her face. The woman rolled her eyes and motioned with her hands to eat.

"Thank you!" Celia took a large bite of the jerky and her eyes closed at the rich flavor. The wineskin actually held water, which she was grateful for. "My name is Celia." At the woman's confusion, she tried again.

"Celia." Understand came to the woman and she too, gave her name. "Ashi." Celia smiled at her, but it vanished as she watched a man follow her inside.

The man seemed to be furious that Ashi had given her food and drink. He backhanded Ashi and she fled from the tent, leaving the man to turn his attentions to Celia.

He grabbed the meat and wineskin from her hands and threw them to the other side of the tent. He wrenched her up after unlocking her shackles and led her outside. "No! No please!"

He led her to the middle of a circle and tied her up to a post. Everyone jeered at her and began yelling at her once more, some even throwing rocks.

The man produced a whip and Celia began to sob, wondering what she'd done to deserve this treatment. She just wanted to go home. After a few strikes of the whip, Celia just wanted to die.

Everything went silent as another man stepped into the circle and looked her over. Celia watched him, tears rolling down her cheeks. He looked at her for a moment more before he waved his hand. The man with the whip spat on the ground and threw his weapon to the side. The larger man leaned towards Ashi and spoke to her.

It was then that Celia realized that Ashi went to get the larger man. She was untied from the post and led into the tent that she'd appeared in. She was sat on a cushion on the floor and soon, Ashi gave her more food and water and began to clean her wounds. The larger man walked into the tent and Celia cringed as he sent Ashi away.

Grabbing a section of cloth from a basket, he handed it to her and sat down on his bed. Celia blinked as she saw her candle in his hands, her clothes next to him. "Are you a witch, girl?" Her jaw dropped as she heard him speaking English.

Shaking her head, Celia began to cry. "No! I'm not a witch! I have no idea how I got here and I just want to go back home!" Watching her for a moment, he set the egg down and gestured to her. "Eat. Then you can tell me how it was you came to be here in the Dothraki Sea."

Celia froze. "Did you just say DOTHRAKI Sea?!" At his nod, she felt the room begin to swim. She was in the land of the Dothraki. Which meant she had somehow traveled into the realm of Game of Thrones.

All she could remember as she descended into darkness again, was his strong arms reaching to catch her as she fell.