TYRION

Tyrion sits at a table alone as the merchant ship The Sea Master makes its way to Pentos. Tyrion had agreed to accompany Varys, but after learning the truth of his parentage Tyrion had fallen into depression and started drinking more. He is joined by Bronn who came with him. "Ever since we came on this voyage you have been every melancholy for someone who defeated the Mountain is single combat..." He says taking a seat.

Tyrion looks at Bronn, "You know...I consider you a friend...I mean I know I pay you, but I truly like you as a person..."

Bronn smiles and takes a drink, "You're not so bad yourself...You have your moments of arrogance, but you are more down to earth then any other High Born I have met."

"How do you feel about your family?"

He frowns, "Why?" Tyrion takes a drink, but before he can put the cup to his lips Bronn takes it. "What's wrong?"

"I just learned that the Old Lion Tywin Lannister is not my father..."

"How so?"

"Turns out that my dear departed mother...caught the eye of the Mad King...He fancied her so much that he cornered her one day and raped her. I was born nine moths later..."

"Where did you hear that?"

"My Mother and Varys were very good friends...Before she left King's Landing with my father she confided as much in him. I am the bastard of the Mad King..." Bronn hands him the cup back and he drinks.

"Sorry...Does Lord Tywin Know?"

"Nope my mother seduced old Tywin a few days later to make him think I am his spawn..."

"I'm sorry..."

"Nothing to be sorry about..."

It is quiet as they drink cup after cup, finally Bronn breaks the silence. "He must know or have some inkling. Why else would he hate you so..."

"Because he blames me for my mother's death...I am the curse the god's placed on him to humble the great Tywin Lannister..."

Soon they run out of wine, "You asked me about my family and how I feel about them..." Bronn smiles, "I miss my mother..."

Tyrion looks at him, "Is she dead?"

"As far as I know...No...I left home over twenty years ago...I was six and ten. My mother is a good woman...Strong, kind, dam good cook...She wasn't afraid to speak her mind...My father...good man as well...Taught me how to fight...Taught me how to be a man...I have a sister as well...She probably married by now..."

"Don't tell Pod about..."

"Not a word..."

Later Tyrion regrets drinking so much especially while drinking at sea. "You need to eat..." Varys says a few days later.

"You only have yourself to blame..." He looks at Podrik, "For telling me what you told me..."

Varys nods to Bronn, "Right come on lad time for sword practice..."

"I told you that because I want you to connect with your other family..."

"Why would Daenarys Targaryen give me a second thought let alone a first..."

"Because family is very important to her and Aegon..."

"How would you know?"

"Because I have been keeping watch over her all her life..."

Tyrion eyes Varys suspiciously, "You've been plotting a Targaryen return to the throne this whole time haven't you..." Varys just smiles. "Truly you are the Spider...Varys I underestimated you."

PENTOS

Upon arriving Varys takes Tyrion, Bronn, and Pod to Magister Mopatis' mansion. "All of Essos is up in arms over this..." Mopatis says.

"Slavery is wrong..." Tyrion says.

Mopatis looks at Tyrion, "Lord Tyrion Slavery has been the back bone of Essos since the days of the Ghiscari Empire...She was supposed to take her army and sail home to retake the Iron Throne..."

Tyrion shakes his head, "Lord Varys told me your story My Lord...It is similar to his...The two of you came from nothing...And rose to be counted among the most powerful men in the world...How can you not support her quest to end Slavery..."

"I do, but there are other ways to go about it...Her life is in jeopardy...Volantis and a few other Free Cities are gathering the largest army ever assembled before...Over five thousand ships and a hundred thousand troops...They will kill her and her Dragons if we do not hurry..."

"We will leave for Meereen on tomorrow..." Varys replies. Later Varys comes to see Tyrion and finds him on the balcony of his room. "If she is to survive she will need you...And that thing you can do with fire..."

Tyrion keeps his back to Varys, "How long have you known about that?"

"I have always known...The Targaryens have a saying...Wake the Dragon..."

Tyrion smiles, "I have heard it before..."

"But do you know what it means?"

He sighs, "I am starting to understand..."

"You are not the mad King if that is what you are worried about..."

"So far I have burned two men with...this...power..."

"Men who would have killed you...Aerys' life was never threatened when he burned people...Killing to protect yourself or those you love is justified..."

Tyrion smiles, "Thank you for saying that."

The next day Tyrion, Varys, Bronn, and Podrik board a ship and sail to Meereen.

MEEREEN

Of the cities of Slaver's Bay Meereen is the most powerful and populated. The city's origins can be traced back to the age of the Ghiscari Empire. After the Targaryens overthrew the Ghiscari it became a province of the Volyrian freeholds. After the Doom of Valyria Meereen an independent free city state. The people of Meereen or the Meereenese are a proud people. With traditions that go back to the Ghiscari Empire. Meereen is most famous for its pit fighting and the great arena.

Once again Meereen is conquered; this time by Daenarys Targaryen the current Queen of Meereen. Daenarys controls the cities of Qarth, Astapor, Yunkai, and Meereen. Some of the people of Meereen resent her rule and others embrace it. Especially the slaves of Meereen. Word had been sent ahead by Mopatis. So when Tyrion disembarks from the ship with Varys, Bronn, and Podrik; they are greeted by Asher Forrester.

"May I present Master of Whispers Lord Varys, Lord Tyrion of House Lannister, and Podrik of House Payne." Asher says making introductions after Missandei.

"I have been expecting you...Lord Tyrion I would like to speak with you in private...Would like some wine?"

"I would, but I shouldn't...Water please..."

"I already know about your mother and what my father did to her...For that you have my sympathies..."

Tyrion clears his throat after drinking some water, "How do you know about that?"

"My or should I say our Nephew wrote me a letter and told me...Let me explain...You see Aegon is a fire seer and a Dreamwalker as they call it in the North. He dream walk into the past and see the future through the fire..." Tyrion watches as she approaches the brazier and sticks her hand in. "I am a fire walker...I cannot be harmed by fire...' She looks at Tyrion.

He sighs extending his hand at the brazier. All the fire in the brazier flies out to his hand and dances above it, "Its not something I like to do..."

"Not only do you have Targaryen blood you are a fire mage..."

Tyrion points his hand at the brazier sending the fire back. "I came because of Varys and he told me that I can help you...I can be an adviser to you..."

Daenarys walks up to him and takes a knee in front of Tyrion. "You can be more than that...Family is very important to me...I know how Lord Tywin and your sister Cersei treated you...You are my brother."

Tyrion lowers his head, "Half brother..."

She raises his head by touching his chin, "Brother! I lost a brother...Viserys...He was mad...I have heard many things about you...Now I want to get to know you..."

They talk for hours and after a while Dany orders food. "No you didn't..." Daenarys says laughing after Tyrion tells her what he put in his sister's stew.

"I did...She ate it all...Said it was the best turtle stew she ever had..."

"gods I hope never to get on your bad side..."

"I hope I never get on yours...Feeding the nobles of Meereen to your Dragon is not a way to gain the hearts of the people..."

She sighs, "I regret that, but, fear can be a powerful tool..."

"So can mercy."

"I suppose next you'll tell me that I should leave Meereen...Especially with my enemies gathering against me..."

"I hate slavery as much as the next person...But Aegon is across the sea with his Dragon..."

She smiles, "He got the egg to hatch?"

"So I was told..."

"Since you bought it up, I must tell you...Drogon the Dragon I feel closest to has run off..."

"Yes I saw him flying near the ruins of Volyria as we sailed here..."

"Yes well I tried to ride Viserion, he won't accept me...But he may let you ride him..."

"Me!"

"You have Targaryen blood..."

"Half Targaryen..."

"Who can control fire...In the history of our House there has always been three Dragon Riders...Me, Aegon, and now you..."

A few days later Daenarys takes Tyrion to see the Dragon Viserion. She stands back while he approaches the Dragon. Daenarys had locked him up after Drogon had burned a little boy watching his father's sheep. "Hello Viserion...My name is Tyrion...I have been dreaming about you since I was a little boy..." The Dragon lowers its head and allows Tyrion to remove the chain collar from around his neck. "That was the most exiting scary and thrilling thing I have ever done..." He says joining Daenarys.

"How is your Valyrian because tomorrow you will have to ride him..."

"I think I'll need a lot more wine for that..."

The next day after morning meal Tyrion screams as Viserion flies over the city. They fly out over the countryside. On more than one occasion Tyrion has to direct Viserion back towards the city. "Your majesty I do not think this is wise..." Jorah says.

"I agree with Jorah the Andel…" Grey Worm says.

"The Dothraki may kill you...Or force you to join the Dosh Khaleen...When the widow of a Khal dies she must take her place among the widows of the Khals..."

"I need a larger army...When they see us on Viserion the Dothraki will bend the knee...Ser Jorah will rule in my name while I am away..." With that Daenarys climbs up on Viserion and sits behind Tyrion.

"Fly!" He commands in Old Valyrian.

They fly from Meereen heading North towards Vaes Dothrak. As they fly over the mountains Viserion picks up a scent and flies towards the Mountains ignoring Tyrion's commands. They find Drogon lying in a bed of bones sleeping. When Viserion lands Drogon awakens and roars. Viserion roars back at him. After a while Drogon lowers himself so that Daenarys can ride him.

VAES DOTHRAK

People point into the air as two Dragons circle the city. Then Drogon lands on the temple of the Dosh Khaleen. Viserion lands on another large hut. "I am Daenarys Stormborn of House Targaryen..." She says addressing the Dothraki in their language. As she speaks many start dropping tp their knees. "Khal Drogo was my husband...I am Khaleesi of the Great Grass sea...The Mother of Dragons...The Unburnt...Breaker of Chains...Queen of Slaver's Bay...Will you ride with me?" They start screaming, chanting, and howling, "Will you fight for me against my enemies?"

Tyrion and Daenarys sit side by side on their Dragons as the Dothraki ride out of their city in force.

MEEREEN

A week after Daenarys leaves the united armies of the Free Cities arrive and attack from the land and the sea. The attack is sudden and very coordinated. Men inside the city open the gates for the land forces. For two days they pound the city. Grey Worm has to order the Unsullied back to the pyramid where they can make a last stand. On the morning of the third day the bombardment stops and emissaries are sent to negotiate. "Who are you?"

"I am Ser Jorah the Andel Chief Advisor to her Grace Queen Daenarys Targaryen..."

"Where is your Queen?"

"She has business outside the city, but I am authorized to speak in her name..."

"Very well then...I am Razdal mo Eraz…"

"I remember you..."

"The city is surrounded and you are outnumbered...Surrender and you along with him..." He points at Varys, "...And him..." He points at Asher, then he points at Ser Barristan, "...will be allowed to leave as free men. The Unsullied your Queen stole from Astapor will returned to slavery..." He points at Missandei, "She too will be returned to slavery."

"How long will you give us to think about it?"

"Accept my offer now or die..."

Just then a roar echoes through the air. Jorah smiles as two Dragons swoop down from the North and fly over the pyramid. "I think I have a counter offer..."

"Dracarys!" Daenarys commands and Drogo blasts the command ship in the harbor with his fire.

Tyrion sighs, "If this is what it means to be a Targaryen...So be it...Dracarys!" Viserion blasts another boat as Tyrion points his hand at the fire. Some of it leaps from the boat Viserion is attacking and flies across the water setting another on fire.

Meanwhile back on land the United forces stand awestruck as the Dothraki horde attacks. Their howls and screams proceed them as they charge towards the massive camp. The soldiers outside the city run towards Meereen and as they do the gates are closed and a hail of arrows fly at the Dothraki. They burn the tents and kill the men. A flaming arrow is fired into the air by Jhogo. Soon Daenarys appears on Drogon blasting the arches on the wall and blowing open the main gates. The Dothraki cheer and charge into the city.

Razdal mo Eraz and his companions are forced to their knees as Daenarys dismounts Drogon. "Welcome back your majesty..." Ser Jorah says.

"So we meet again...Arise..." She starts walking around the three men, "I will spare your lives, so that you may deliver a message to your allies...Tell them in Volantis what took place here...Tell all the other free cities...They have one month to end slavery in their cities and send emissaries to bend the knee...Or I will pay them a visit with my Dragons and the Dothraki...Grey Worm have these men escorted to the docks..."

"Yes my Queen..."