A/N: Once again I want to say that I'm sooo incredible sorry for the very long pause, but Real Life was a bitch so I hadn't got any time to write. But, cheers! Hear is another chapter and another one would come very soon…

I do not own the ASOIAF universe, I'm just borrowing some characters and events to play with…

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Deus Mortuus

I woke up on the hard floor of one of the temples from outside of Valyria. Thanking the gods for my incredible luck, I tried to stand up but eventually I failed miserably and I decided to stay still a little and just think. Of what? All my life was upside down and I have no idea what to do next. I'm an intelligent girl and if I know the rules of the play I can easily beat the others players. I'm cunning, ambitious and cold-blooded. I feel no remorse regarding my actions while they lead me to my purpose. My mentors always said that I'm a natural talent, that they had never seen such o powerful witch and that my powers are meant for making the world a better place. Their worlds, not mine.

But, you see, I always had cared more about myself, about my self-preservation rather than the others health and happiness. Some old friends of mine once told me that if I were an animal, I would definitely be a dragon. I had always felt smug about that, thinking that they wanted to tell me that I'm the most worthy, but with time I finally understand what they told me this.

I'm cruel, like a dragon and just like this beast I destroy everything in my way when I want to accomplish something. I hurt and kill other people with no remorse because I consider myself above them, just how the dragon consider himself above all the rest of us. I have incredible powers and I do not contain myself in using them even in the most horrible circumstances. I held no affection for my family, I care not for my teachers and the servants are nothing than scum and filth for me. Everybody in considered a mean to an end and everyone value is measured in how useful they are to me. By all means, I treasure my belongings. I'm possessive and jealous and my interest once awoken is fast transforming into obsession.

I know that I'm not perfect, not at all. But I'm a Targaryen and my family prides itself with our resemblance to the dragons.

Maybe because of that, I felt nothing but pride and satisfaction regarding my well done ritual. This tiny pang in my chest, have nothing to do with guilt, that's for sure. My heart isn't aching for my family and the horrible images with dead souls bleeding and begging for salvation are not haunting me. Not at all.

Thinking back at how I tricked death, I let myself to be drawn in my one pride. I did it. The ritual was a very ancient one and for a long time it was considered just a myth. I first heard about it in a children story and I became curious about this ritual so powerful than can stand death. Years and years of learning, searching and yearning were well paid for. It never occurred to me to think about the aftermaths or to pay attention to the state of the people which were involved in the ritual. I only thought about me. And now when I finally saw how my dark spells affected the souls, I can't stop myself to feel a little sorry for them.

I still remember the paragraph where was written the negative sides of the ritual, which were many if you wonder. First, to be able to perform the ritual you must be sure that this is what you really want. If the magic has even the slightest hesitation, you would be killed in the process. Second you must to do a sacrifice, a very big one. Hundreds and thousands of people must die and you must feel no remorse over their death. It would be perfect if you could keep your head clear and your thoughts in order, but how I discovered, you can manage to do it even if you're hysterical and half-crazy with fear. The next step requires you to say the incantation. This is exactly were all the books and runes are stopping. They give no clue regarding the language you must use, about the worlds, the length, the rhythm and all the others things that are essentially in the process of creating a new spell. But I manage to create my own version and it had worked just fine.

However, the things that I did not pay attention were the repercussions. I chose to ignore the small details about the state of the people after the ritual was done. Now I remember why I chose to ignore and forget that small detail. It was said that it is necessary so much raw power in making the ritual that only one kind of magic could offer you the necessary strength. The human soul is bond to this body by a special kind of force. This unusual force is meant to mend the soul, the conscious of a human being to its body. This force leaves us when we die. The ritual uses this exact force to bind the powers and the soul of the caster to its carnal body. Being bond, the soul can feel everything the body feels in the interval in which the soul is not in the body. Another very important part of the ritual is that you are allowed to keep your powers intact. Because of the known fact that just valyrian citizen can became lux', it is clear that your powers are bond not just to your soul, this being the unique part of a human, but to your carnal body to. So, this incredible ritual keeps your body intact and when the time comes, you are united with your flesh and blood.

The down side? You had stolen hundreds of people forces, so they are trapped on this realm as long as you live. And because I hadn't gotten a sudden death wish when I saw the miserable state of the poor souls, I will continue to live my life as nothing had happened.

Well, I can't do exactly that, but I can try to ignore the atrocities I had done and go with the wind. Preferably somewhere safe.

"Don't forget girls! Your family is the most precious thing in the world. You must protect and work hard in the benefit of the family!"

Two young girls were sitting on a beautiful worked bench while an older looking man was walking in front of them. Her sister Daenys and she were listening carefully. Or so their father thought. While his younger daughter had her beautiful, violet, dreamy eyes fixed on his figure, his other daughter was trying to distract herself with moving the stones with her mind. Her little sister sensed her distraction and elbowed her hard. With a surprised yelp, the older daughter fixed her burning eyes on the little innocent looking girl. Muttering something under her breath, she set the Daeny's skirt on fire.

"Girls!", shouted the impatient man.

Both looked reluctantly at their father.

"She sta'ted, dad! I swea' on my powe's!", said the older one with a slight grin around her lips.

"Saelyris, what had I told you about lying?" asked her father with a stern face. "Say sorry to your sister!"

"So'y" mumbled Saelyris trying to avoid her sister's bright eyes. Scowling, she started muttering strange things under her breath once again.

"Aenar, where are you?" scoffing at his wife's voice, the man looked at a beautiful woman with cold, bored eyes. Arching an elegant, blond eyebrow, he waited for her to speak.

At their mother intrusion, both girls looked hopefully at her. She was their only chance at escaping the speech their father would start to tell them once again when she would be gone.

"I talked with Daeytaery. He said that is highly impossible for our little girl to be a lux, but if we are truly blessed, our entire family would start to show signs of magic. He said that once the gift was awaken in one of us, some sort of trigger would be pulled and all the relatives in the same generation and after the lux will have access to magic.", finished the beautiful woman with a slight blush creeping on her face. Biting her lip, she waited eagerly for her husband's respond.

"Fine. We shall take Saelyris to the temple and see what they say…"

"I' go to the temp'e? When? Can we go? Can we? Pease, mothe'? Dad? ", begged the little girl. At just five years old, Saelyris was a very strange girl and her parents were starting to get impatient with her weirdness. Of course they love her, or so they are trying to convince themselves, but it is very hard to accept and love a child who can set you on fire at every moment. This and the fact that Saelyris was somehow arrogant to them, as much as a fiver years old can be, was driving his father crazy.

Gritting his teeth at his daughter delighted reaction, Aenar Targaryen tried to compose himself. It would very good if his daughter would be a lux. Think at all the benefits this status would bring them and more important, the absence of Saelyris. Such an annoying child was better far away and if the family was gaining something from that, much better!

Smirking at his girl, he grabbed her hand with more force than was necessary and started to drag the little girl towards her room with the intention of locking her there until the next day when they would go to meet with Daeytaery.

Waking up from my nightmare, I tried to regain my composure. I hadn't the privilege to cry and break. I was alone and I was the only person who can take care of me. Feeling much better than before my trip, I decide it's time to find more about this strange world. But before that….. Who the hell was the blonde man from my dream? All of it seemed so real, it was exactly like the times when I entered my sister's dreams in order to transform them into nightmares. But now I hadn't used my powers like that. I helped the man in my dream. Was he real? And the most important question, who was he? And how had he managed to call me into his dreams?

Last time when i lived something similar, was with a fellow lux which was haunted by his dead mothers ghost. I helped him to get rid of it, but once again he was a lux…

Shaking my head, I push the thoughts at the back of my mind and I started to focus on my situation. If he was truly a lux, but I don't want to make hopes with no evidence, I would find him in my next dreams. Or maybe he will find me.

Back to reality. I pushed myself up and walked towards the exit. Taking a deep breath of fresh air, I let a small smile to curb my lips. Alive! I was alive I intended to live my life!

Following a path full with grass and others herbs, I studied the trees and small animals that where around. I had never left Valyria, but I had learned something about all the others colonies. I knew that Qohor has many forests and that Norvos is composed of two parts: one atop a high hill and the other beside a low river. Myr is a coastal city and the southernmost of the colonies and Volantis is situated near the Slaver's Bay. How I said I knew a little about all of them, even about Braavos, the secret refuge from Valyrian expansion.

I started to smell the salty water of the sea and Qohor and Norvos were instantly stretched from my list. Nearer the city I could see that the city is dominated by an architecture of square brick towers and I knew that I landed in Pentos. Not the ideal destination, but I could manage. Hearing the loud voices of the people waiting at the gates, I felt my heart beating crazily against my ribcage. I knew that I was grinning like an idiot, but the poor and filthy men were the first I had seen since the Doom.

As the curious stares were changing into disgusted ones, I remembered that my appearance was not better than theirs, so with a flick of my hand and a short incantation, my dress and robes were like new. Quite pleased with how I looked, I started to go to the front gates when a brute put himself between me and city entrance.

"Yes?", I asked with what I thought was a nice and polite voice.

"Where' ya' think ya' goin'? Stay in tha' line and pay ya' entrance! What do ya' think? That we let filth like ya' in tha' city for free? Stupid wench!"

I felt my blood beginning to boil and in order to avoid a crime, I put once again a polite smile, more like a feral grin right now, and I added in a sweet voice:

"Would you be so sweet and let me in. I'm … late", I whispered and a quiet spell was muttered. The guard became confused, but bowed nevertheless and let me into the city. The rest of the people started to shout indecent insults at me and I could not help myself from grinning.

After 2 incredibly long hours of interrogating the locals and stealing food, I found myself in front of a very big… ship. Whatever, as long as the monstrosity build from wood was floating and taking me to my destination, I was disposed to give it a try.

A quick spell after, I was comfortably seated in one of the most decent rooms, berths or however they call it, from the ship. It was going to take me to Braavos where I intended to have a little talk with one of the Faceless Man. They own me, so they would be able to give me the information I seek in the most organized and reliable way. Why was I bound to navigate? Because I don't know if Braavos has a Temple of Light, somehow I doubt it, and even if I could transport myself there, I was not so sure that it was at a decent distance from the city. So I choose the safe way. A free trip with a monstruosity made of wood.

I stirred from my sleep as a screeching noise came to my ears. At the beginning it sounded like some sort of whining but when it's volume increased, I figure it out.

A horrible fear started to poses me so I tried in vain to relax and to say the incantation required to keep a dead soul away from you. But my voice was trembling and my breath came ragged and quick so I felt like I was going to asphyxiate. The cries and screams were unbearable and when I started to think that I might get crazy, a slim shadow slipped into my chamber.

Whispering please and curses, I scrambled to the furthest corner from my room. One by one, the shadows began to take human form and I whimpered terrified.

"You…", croaked one of the shadows.

"Murderer! Murderer! MURDERER!" shrieked all of them.

"Silence…" hissed the same authoritative voice. The rest of them continued to hiss and scream but after some time their voices died.

Pleased with their silence, the mighty shadow dragged itself near me and two pitch black eyes bored into my soul.

"Sssaelyrissss… I am disssappointed with you!" hissed the shadow.

"Master" I replies trembleling.

"Ha! She sssaid I'm her massster! Issn't it funny how the traitor showsss me resssspect? Bitch!" yelled my master and darted at me. Fingers made of smoke were trying to catch me and his eyes were burning with hate.

"How dare you? How dare you to bring our doom? How dare you to live…?"

"I didn't bring the doom…" I whispered before my master's yell silenced me.

"Don't you dare to sssspeak back to me, you ungrateful wench! You bound ussss! You bound our magic and our own sssoulsss to your pathetic, disssgusssting life! You didn't dessserve the honor of being a lux! You father wasss right, little one", said he with a voice filled with contempt and cattiness. "I should've advisssed him to KILL you! To kill you! To kill..kill…you" roared Daeytaery.

The rest of the shadows were yelling their accord and that's the moment when I snapped out from my fear induced trance. I controlled them now that their force was bound to me. Trying to regain my composure and mustering my non-existent courage, I stand up and I pointed at my old master a bony finger.

"You", I spat with as much venom I can. " You and you and all of you are responsible of our Doom" I screamed trying to cover their voices, that had in the meanwhile reached an incontrollable level.

With a flick of my hand, I send all of them out of my room. I knew that it won't last longer, but I needed some time to gather my thoughts. I definitely wasn't ready to face the other lux'. I dreaded this meeting and I foolishly hoped that they would remain on the island. But a dead lux is still a very powerful one and even if I took most of their power when I took their force, they still had a very little magical strength coming from their very soul.

With trepidation I watched as the shadows came back and I can't help myself from smirking. Oh!, the irony of being called light or life in our language just to be a nothing more than a shadow right now.

"Welcome to you, my friends!". It sudden appear to me that I was a little to rude and cruel to some people that were my family for the majority of my life, but since guilt it's something that I banned entirely from my list of acceptable emotions, I continued to smirk with condescend.

"Sssaelyrisss Targaryen! Who…"

I interrupted him before he could ask me something else and I raised my chin a little higher.

"Listen to me, old friends. You must understand that I have nothing to do with our Doom…". This affirmation caused once again chaos so I was bound to release another round of magical light. They stopped and started to mutter curses at me. Figuring that I could put up with at least that, I said loud and clear:

"I had nothing to do with Valyria's Doom! When I started the ritual, the fire had already begun to burn and the sky was a sickening, bloody red. People and dragons equally were asphyxiated by the toxic smoke and their flesh was already melting under the unforgivable heat of that unnatural fire. So see my friends, I tried to fight the fire with fire, but it would not budge so I done whatever one of you had tried to do. I tried to save my life!" I finished out of breath.

They were looking at me with a mixture of hate, curiosity and understanding. Very little understanding, actually, because once I was finished my speech, whispers with "Unforgivable ritual" and "Demonic ways" and "Evil soul" were starting to be heard.

Sighing to myself I looked at my masters dead and cold eyes and I knew that whatever I was going to tell them, they were going to hate me as much as they were now. And I knew that if I would be in their position I would act just like them, but that didn't stop the small ache from my chest to exist.

"Maybe you didn't start the Doom", he ignored my disbelief snort and continued "but you took advantage of a tragic situation and made a FORBIDDEN ritual. You foolish girl, do you think that you can trick death with no aftermaths? Do you think that your crime will remain unpunished! You deserve to suffer as much as we do…!"

"How dare you to say that I hadn't had to suffer! Have you the slightest idea at how I spent the last 500 years?! Do you know how I begged for my death every passing second and how I cursed my decision every second of my damned life?! I was in hell, Daeytaery, and I have no intentions to go back!" I screamed with fervor.

"The Doom…"

"… was started because of us. All of us" I said while I looked each shadow in the eyes " all of the so right and mighty lux had caused this. Have you never question why our powers seemed so much stronger than our ancestors were? It was because the Blood! Witch each generation of valyrians conquests and with each new slave beaten, tortured and killed, more and more blood was flowing and this was fueling our powers. You are as evil as you say I am. I at least had the courage the save myself from a fate worse than death! But you, you accuse me of treason when your own powers were feeding from the power of the blood baths!"

Their eyes were looking at me with something akin to wonder. Nobody had ever the courage to question the origin of our power but we all knew deep inside, that the blood of the killed ones was fueling our magic. What once started as weak magical power taken from complicated blood rituals had transformed over the centuries in a native gift. The crimes and cruelty were so deep written in our genes that the magic was feeding with our ancestors murderers. Just the most cruel and blood-thirsty of the valyrian families were capable to produce lux' because their past was the most horrific one.

Everything was wonderful and our powers seemed to become stronger by each passing year, but it was natural that nature would rebel against our evil magic. It was too much, too often, too powerful.

And when the Doom came we were unprepared and shattered, every one of us trying to save himself. We stand no chance and our world was destroyed in by same elements in which with build it: fire and blood.

"They live, Saelyris", said my master with a last glance at me. He swirled once and he was gone. The other dead lux' took that as a sign and began to fade. Just a single shadow lodged and I gasped when I saw him.

With a trembling voice and adverting his eyes, he told me:

"Your precious ritual", spat he with as much venom as he could muster," was called once Deus Mortuus"

I gasped and my heart went out of control. With a pleading look in my eyes, I begged him to tell me that this was some kind of twisted joke, but his eyes remain cold and unforgivable. With a sneer on his beautiful face, my dead fiancé disappeared.

Each breath was coming in quick, ragged gasps and I feel faint. The …the Deus Mortuum… it was impossible! I refused to acknowledge the fact that I had possibly done the most evil ritual on the world, that I invoked some forces so dark that the light can't even reach them. If this was my ritual… nobody had ever done it before. It was just said to the young lux' that they are forbidden to even look at the runes that mention the name. And to think that I had done it…

With a groan, I slipped on the hard floor and I closed my eyes. My conscience had chosen this exact moment to kick in, so the guilt was eaten me alive. But, but they must've told me! How should I know that the wonderful ritual that I had invented was already invented and that was the most evil thing that a human being, not even a lux, can ever do. They should've told me. The books where I read about my ritual had never mentioned that this was the Deus Mortuum ritual. Oh, I was truly doomed!

Convinced that my night can't get more complicated and horrible, I opened my puffy eyes and I get up from the cold floor. On shaking feet I crawl towards my bed, when…

…I bitted my tongue so hard that I felt the blood invading my mouth. Choking on the foul tasting substance, I told myself over and over again to continue to breath. My tears were streaming my cheeks and my hands were trembling with a maddening speed.

Nobody was in my room except the shadows, but then how… how had that appeared? The shadows are just that, shadows! They could not move, touch or use objects. And I am sure that nobody from the human race had entered my room because I had set some very strong wards myself before going to bed.

But the why were fateful words written with blood on the opposite wall?

Getting closer and trying in vain to keep my control, I read the words in a strangled whisper.

The first verse from the song of ice and fire was written.

The dragon had awakened…

And blood and fire would he bring…

A/N: so what do you think? I had thought a lot about her name and I think that Saelyris it's a very nice one anyway, if you have any questions about the ritual or about my vision of the Doom, feel free to ask, I would be more than happy to respond. If you find any grammatical mistakes or structures, please tell me! Nice holidays, or what is left from them