~Elena~
There were too many violence starved people. Too many voices spilling into an already crowded mind. The mission was simple. Protect the queen. Yet, as I looked out at an ever filling arena, an unease spread, a thriving darkness purring in my mind. Yawning its awareness while I followed the queen onto a platform, taking my position behind her throne. Maybe he can explain. I thought, unsure, fighting the urge to look at Tyrion as a man strode into the middle of the arena with a mischievous smile. His words were foreign, but the cheers of the crowd spoke for him. The fighting was about the start, and with it something bad. I could feel it.
"You have to clap." Hizdahr, the queen's betrothed spoke softly, nodding his encouragement as Daenerys turned to look at me, questioning. It's too late to back down now.
"Clap, my lady." I muttered, fearing the crowd would riot if the fighting stalled much longer. A roar ripped through the crowd once more, as her clap echoed throughout the arena. May the Gods be with us.
Just as I suspected, the fight was bloody
Men carving into each other, feeding the frenzy of the crowd, but one man stood out from the rest. He was older in years, hair whitening, skin leathered. There was a haunted knowing in his eyes, as he killed all who stood before him. His gaze bearing into the queen's.
"Jorah Mormont." A maculine voice spoke in my ear, earning a small yelp in protest.
"What?" Where is my head? I turned to see the Queen's assassin, freshly back from the mend, smiling at me.
"The man that's captures your attention. His name is Jorah Mormont. He used to be advisor to the queen. Then he betrayed her. She's exiled him. Twice." And yet here he was, killing for her.
"He'll win, and then what? She can't very well kill the champion, it'll be chaos." He shrugged, eyes staring, unsettling me.
"What are you looking at-" I realized then that I didn't know his name.
"Daario. I have to say, I've never been beaten by a woman before." He stepped closer, chuckling.
"I'd hate to have to show you again." His smile grew as he approached me, and I wanted to smack him.
"Boss!" My attention fell upon Pearl and Ruby, who were standing behind us, waving urgently.
"Excuse me." I growled, pushing Daario to the side before making my way to the cloaked girls.
"What's wrong?" Pearl reached, pulling the hand of the girl behind her.
"This is Emerald. She works with us." Pearl introduced as the newcomer looked up at me with large pure green eyes, brown locks pinned from her pale face.
"Go on Em. Tell her. " I removed my coin purse, presenting it in hopes of loosening her tongue. It worked.
"The Sons of Harpy are planning an attack here. They're going to kill the queen." Emerald rushed in a squeak, eyes fearful. By the Gods!
"Thank you girls. Now, get everyone you can, and leave." I instructed, turning to bound back up the stairs.
"The queen is in danger. You have to get her out of here." I hissed to Daario, who had come to meet me.
"There is no danger. I-" A scream cut off his response, followed by panicked yelling and metal clashing.
"What's happening?" Danaerys questioned looking on in horror as men in golden masks slaughtered all they could. Bodies falling, blood running in rivers down the stands.
"Get her out of here!" I shouted, pushing the queen into the waiting arms of an unsullied soldier.
"No!" Metal clashed as I turned to see Tyrion
short sword raised against an attack on Missandei. Kill them. The darkness was spreading, seeking control as hand shook with the effort of not cutting him down.
"Elena?" Tyrion's voice was unsure as I neared them, knives as the ready. Free us. Heartbeat thundered in my ears as someone grabbed me from behind, fingers digging painfully. Kill them! Free us! Knife kissed soft flesh, blood sticky against sweat slick skin.
"Elena?" Tyrion tried again. How easy it would be to squash him. To snuff out his light.
"Get her out of here." I growled, teeth clenched against the want. He flashed me a look that could have been pity, before snatching up the dark haired girl's hand, and rushing away.
They were everywhere. Like the heads of a hydra, where I struck down one, two more followed. I was tiring to quickly. Varys' stitches ripping as blood rushed from my side.
"Step down girl. Maybe we'll let you live." A masculine voice demanded as knives held off his sword, the metal tip to close to my throat. Kill them! Free us! Rational thoughts wouldn't form, an animalistic scream building in my throat as I kicked out, foot connecting with his knee, his body finally falling. Later, when I'm finally alone, maybe I'll cry over the fact that I could kill him so easily. Over the fact that the gargling screams of the dying did nothing to slow my advance, or to quiet the voices screaming for blood.
"Elena!" Tyrion's voice distracted me, costing a precious second. I felt the pain seconds after I saw his blade pierce my side. A yell of triumph echoing from behind a gold mask as I fell.
"For my brother!" He reared back, sword aimed high. I used the advantage, stabbing upward with a scream of pain. He fell on top of me, sword sliding away. I can die now. I thought, tears streaking into the dirt. I've done enough. Please Gods. My body was draining, time ticking to slow as I tried to remember. The queen. There was still work to be done.
I was pain. Head exploding with to much rage. It was tearing me apart. Fingers digging into the dirt to keep from going mad with it.
"Dragon!" Someone shouted as the ground rumbled and a roar nearly drove me into the deep. People were running, bones crunched beneath large teeth. The queen. Get up. Get up now! I shoved the corpse from me, dragging my exhausted body through the dirt. Stand up. Please Gods. You have to stand up! Tears burned as I stood, coming eye to eye with a God. Surely, this magnificent creature had to be a God. Scales of deep garnet and onyx gleamed in the sun as Daenerys climbed up on his back. I could only stare as it unfurled wings that blocked the sun, dust billowing before it took to the sky. Brother.