Author's Note: These next few chapters will have a darker setting and a different feel than previous chapters. I hope you enjoy them despite of that though. Please feel free to review or you can message me with any questions or concerns. Happy reading!
~Elena~
Darkness swam with things unseen as a heaviness weighed on my chest. Skin burned around a metal collar that dug and scrapped as I tried to calm my breathing. Where am I? I pulled against my restraints, the metal clanged loudly against stone, but refused to release its demon's hold. What's happened? My hand slammed against the ground in frustration, talons clicking against the floor, sparks filling the black void with twinkling specks of flame. Talons? I looked down at myself, taking in the faint outline of scales that rushed to cover massive claws, each toe ending in a long dagger-like talon. My mouth opened to scream as panic filled my chest, but a roar echoed along the walls of my prison thundering in my ears. Someone help me! I screamed inwardly as I began to fight vigorously, the chain digging painfully, the feel of blood trickling down my scales dizzying.
"I'm sorry it has to be this way." Metal doors clang in the distance as cold fingers dug at my heart. Wait. Please don't leave.
"I will not be of any use to Daenerys Targaryen if I lose my mind." I awoke to aching eyes and a chill that seemed to cling to my bones. Tyrion's agitated voice drew my hazy attention to the far side of our prison where he stood before a weary faced Varys. How long have I been sleeping? "I can't remember the last faces I saw that was not yours or hers." I should have felt slighted by this obvious insult, but there was only numbness, as I gazed on with a sort of detachment.
"It's a perfectly good face." Varys huffed as he cast a haughty look in Tyrion's direction.
"I'm losing my mind."
"If anyone recognizes you, you'll lose more than that."
"Look, we are thousands of miles from Westeros." Tyrion announced as he pulled the back of his vest over his head. "What am I?" A lunatic? Varys shook his head in confusion as Tyrion's eyes hardened.
"One more drunk dwarf." He announced before banging on the side of the cart stopped abruptly, nearly tossing me from my seat as Tyrion threw open the door and hopped out. Varys turned to me with anxious eyes.
"He's lost his mind." I growled as I pushed myself up, brushing hair from my flushed face.
"He's decided walking is best. Come along dear, your skills may be needed." I wanted to be angry with the little lion for tempting fate, but a thrill of excitement at being outside pierced the darkness for just a moment as I snatched up my knife, sheathing it with hurried hands.
"This is going to end badly." Varys sighed before he followed me out into freedom.