Title: Winds of Change

Fandom: Game Of Thrones
Ship(s): Khal Drogo x Daenerys Targaryan,
Rating: M

Timeline: Around the Last episodes of Season 4, goes AU from there.

But you could say that its loosely based on the season,
Summary: Daenerys Targaryans reign in Meereen and her life are in Danger, Traitors lurk around many Corners, and knives are hidden behind backs.

The Whole world is constantly changing as everybody fights for his own place in it.

Curses get Broken, Plans are made…and a man that not even Death can hold….Returns.

Author Notes:

Oh my, im so sorry...sorry doesnt even cut it.
I never meant to make people wait so long for a new chapter, it was not my intention.

I Feel really bad that it took me so long, but in my defense, i work on many different things.
Currently i work on a couple of different fanfics, i try to make a living out of Writing, i have ideas for Books, scripts etc...i write almost daily on something.
My head is full of many things, but everyting else is not as active:)

In the case of this story...i made a HUGE Mistake.

If you write on many things at once, you sometimes get lost...that is what happended with this story and this chapter especially.

I wrote plenty of scenes and chapters with Drogo and Daenerys...i wrote far ahead in the story until one day i decided to re read from the beginning...then i realized that i somehow seem to have lost the chapters inbetween.:(
I dont know if i missplaced them on my Pc or deleted them...or something inbetween...but suddenly i was missing early parts of the story.

This threw me off very much, i was completely out of balance.
That is why im very sorry that a chapter like this, is what i give you after such a long time.

Its bad, i wrote myself into a corner here and didnt found a good way out of it.
Im not pleased with the chapter, if anything i would consider it a bad paced Filler chapter.

I was surprised and pleased at how many story followers and stuff i got...even 2 are more then i expected...so thank you.

This chapter is not good enough to make up for my lack of updates...but it pushes the story forward a bit.
I hope i can make up for the long wait in the future chapters, when the story gets to the juicy parts:).

Until then, i hope that my next chapters have a better flow and pacing.

Chapter 2.

Questions and Answers

Days Later…

He Ran, taking one step after another was the only thing that made sense.
Everything else...just hurt and Felt confusing.
He had tried to think, tried to remember...but his mind was a mess.
His Head was throbbing and his Heart was racing in his chest.
Everything ached, he was tired and confused.
Where was he? WHO was he?
Every time he tried to remember anything, pain shot through his skull like a rusted blade.
His Mind was clouded, his eyes, his ears throbbed.

As he awoke from his sleep, the only thing he could say was one Name.
One Name...and nothing more.
He didn't knew why and who the name belonged to...yet it helped ease the pain.
The Name pushed away almost every painful feeling he had...the name seemed to stop his racing mind.
He had awoke in a small room with a dim light, the bed beneath him was soft as he had stared at the ceiling.
It took a while for him to remember how to speak, he spoke the Name...the only thing he knew, to the woman who was watching him carefully.
The Old Woman who watched him, spoke as if she knew him.
She talked to him, spoke in a harsh language...a language he fully understood.
His clouded mind wrapped itself around every word, each and every one sounded like he heard it for the first time...yet it also sounded familiar to him.
She spoke and he listened...but nothing she had said made any sense to him.
The Woman told him things, every word from her felt wrong and loud.
With every word, his pain increased, his head Pounded so hard that he thought he would get ripped apart.
His body needed to move, he couldn't sit around and listen any longer.
Everything was too much...So he ran.
He didn't knew where he was going, but it didn't matter...his body felt heavy as he took big steps, like a child that learnt to walk...he stumbled through barely lit halls.
The pain in his head made him roar while he stumbled and crashed into the cold stone walls…the words of the old Woman rang in his head and made his heart clench painfully, but he didn't knew why.
Everything was a blur...Except the one name he remembers…Daenerys.

Zerra sat on the chair in the small room, she looked at the wall and listened to the sounds that came from outside the Room.
Footsteps and muffled talking was heard, hasty movements sounded from the outside.
Suddenly the Wooden door got thrown open in haste, yet it didn't startle Zerra.
She slurped on her Tea as she waited for the Person to speak.
"Milady Zerra?" A young soldier screamed into the room as he stumbled into it, panic was written on his face.
"Hush, there is no need to be so loud, young one.
I am right here, what makes you so scared?" The woman asked soft while she took another sip.
"The Creatures, we heard them, we need to bring you to a safe place.
Someone opened the walls beneath, the entrance to the caves is open."
The Young man answered as he gestured wildly with his hands.
Suddenly, Marco stormed into the room, startling the young soldier.
"I knew he would bring nothing but trouble, I just knew that it will bite us in our asses once he wakes up.
The Savage is loose, he ran trough the temple and even opened the caves."
"Such language Marco, there is no need for that." The woman sighed and stood up.
"Don't call him a savage, even animals have names.
I wasn't prepared for this, he is lost and Confused, we need to find him before he hurts himself too much." With a soft smile, the old woman walked past the man.
"Im more worried about us then himself." Marco muttered as he followed her.

He wasn't sure how long he was running, he wasn't sure of anything.
His feet and his body weren't really his, he stumbled and had problems keeping his balance.
He was running between the stone walls, crashing into them as one of them suddenly broke from his heavy weight.
He fell trough the wall and down some steps.
With a Grunt he stood up and looked around, suddenly he was in a cold cave.
The Light brown stones and the sandy dirt were gone, now he stood on heavy land and a cave full of dark black, sharp stones.
The Cave looked old and wet, the sound of dripping water from the stones, was rhythmical in his ears and calmed his mind a bit.
He dragged his feet along the dirt beneath him, walking deeper into the cave.
Heavy breathing came from him as he stood in the middle of the cave.
The Cold air and wet floor helped his painful throbbing head.
He was lost, his thoughts were racing but didn't made sense.
In front of his eyes, thousands things rushed past him.
People he didn't knew, horrible things someone did, Blood, Death.
The pounding in his head drove him to his knees, he fisted his hands deep into his skull.
He Grabbed his Dark and Wild hair as the images raced in his head…he didn't notice the baring teeth's and glowing eyes watching him in the Darkness.

"We need to make sure none of them escapes the Caves." Marco said as he followed Zerra.
"Do you think they are still alive down there?" one of the Soldiers asked.
"I don't know, but we need to keep the others safe." Marco answered.
"All because of the Savage." He added grunting.
"Sooner or later they would have found a way on their own Marco." Zerra defended.
"Maybe, but without the Dothraki it would have taken them longer." Marco muttered as they made their way through the temple.

They hung from the stones, Sharp claws impaled the hard stone beneath and above them.
No Sound came from them as they approached the Man.
He didn't notice them, even as one of them hunched across the dirt, dragging a sharp looking stone along the ground.
It looked like a Sword as the creature held it in his clawed hand.
Deep in the caves, they could smell his flesh, their hunger made what was once their blood boil.
He chanted the name in his head, over and over again.
The Man wasn't sure if he spoke the name in his head or out loud into the deep caves.
He tried to hold onto the Name, hoping to remember what was lost to him.
The Name sounded familiar and yet foreign in his head, every time he spoke the name, his heart clenched.
Slower and slower passed the images in his head by.
All the horrible things he saw, faded out.
Images of Blood, Pain and death faded...the face of a woman stayed.
The Woman was pale and small, yet her violet eyes held a strength that made her look like the strongest warrior he had ever seen.
One hand clutched his chest, his heart raced fast, almost breaking his chest in two.
The Sound of his heart slowly faded, instead he heard growling and claws that scrapped around Stones.
It didn't matter however, the images of the woman became stronger.
He could see her smile, the way she spoke...to him.
He saw how she took her hands in his, how she touched his face, the way she took his hands and pressed them to her body.

In front of him stood a Creature with Pale, Grey skin, an ugly thing, neither man nor animal.
It looked at him curios and hungry, tilting his hairless head to the side.
With something that looked like a grin, the creature bared his teeth and lifted the heavy sword like stone.
The Man didn't move, the images of the woman consumed everything.
But not for long, then the images became blurry and unclear.
He saw her sad face, looking at him while tears streamed down her beautiful face.
She spoke to him, but he couldn't hear her voice.
But he could see the desperation in her face as she continued to speak.

Suddenly he remembered...he remembered how she Killed him.

The Creature drove the sword down to Impale him…with a roar the man suddenly lunged to his feet and grabbed the creature by the throat.
His eyes were Dark and Deadly as he lifted the smaller Creature in the air with his large hand.
The pale creature shrieked as the man squeezed its throat.
The Creature witted in his grasp, behind him another one approached.
With his stone sword in one hand, the second creature jumped forward.
The Man extended his right hand and grabbed the wrist of the second creature.
Without hesitation, he impaled the creature he held by the throat, with the sword arm of the other one.
The Second one Roared and tried to escape, but the mans grip was too tight.
It scratched the Man with the claws of his free hand, while the man impaled the other one deeper onto the sword...until the first one stopped moving.
He let go of the first ones throat and drove his fist into the other Creatures face.
The Sharp teeth broke under the force as the creature slammed head first into the dirt beneath.
The Lifeless body of the first creature fell in front of his feet as he stepped over it.
Like a Puppet, the man lifted the second creature up...and slammed its head into the stones.
Over and over again he lifted the creature up, crushed its head into the dark stone.
The blood splattered and the breaking of bones was heard deep into the caves.
Scraping of claws on the stones was heard as more Creatures came out of the tunnels…the man didn't try to run or escape...he roared in anger and rage at them.
No matter what they did, nothing seemed to stop him.
Not the claws that ripped into his arms, legs and shoulder, not one creatures teeth that bit hard into his elbow…and not the deep cut on his back from one of the stone swords.
His blood was dripping on the wet floor, mixed with the Creatures blood, it sunk deep into the depths of the Dirt beneath them.
The Smaller Creatures jumped him, four, five at one time…but they weren't strong enough.
Their Bodies were only covered with loincloth or fur from animals they seemed to hunt.
He broke their long limbs like twigs, smashed their heads and teeth's as if they were made out of glass, the stone swords and knifes broke by the sheer force he used when he drove them into the creatures.
It was a chaotic mess of grunts, screams and blood.
He didn't feel the pain that shot trough his body, not the crippling burning that came when he moved.
All he could feel…was Rage.
His Blood screamed for death, his Body screamed for the feeling when he breaks bones and ends lives.
He took a deep breath before ramming his finger into the skull of one of those creatures.
The feeling of his finger digging into the skull, the warmth of blood and the scream of the creatures…did nothing to ease this consuming Rage he felt.
It didn't bring joy, only hate.
The Face of the woman filled his mind as he crushed the creatures.
All the blood on his hands, the pain from his wounds, the feeling of the fight...it all made him REMEMBER.

He remembered it all.
Remembered that all his live, he had so much anger inside of him.
No matter how much death he brought upon others, no matter how many battles he fought, no matter how many slaves he took…his anger never vanished.
He Remembered that he accepted it as a part of himself, accepted it like many things before.
The Man just lived and followed things he thought he needs to accept…until he laid his eyes on a woman with Silver Hair.
He suddenly knew who she was...his Khaleesi...The Moon of his Life.

The Moment he met her, something began to change inside of him.
At first, this Foreign Woman seemed to be like all the others that feared him and his Anger.
But beyond this fear, there was something hidden, something that was new to him.
One night, he saw her fear vanish, instead something else took its place.
After that, she still held fear inside her eyes…but not when she looked at him.
She made him question the Dothraki ways, made him see that there can be more…she made him remember the child he once was.
He Remembered the Child inside him that tried to look beyond the Horizon, the child that wanted to conquer the whole world above and beyond, the child that wanted to become the Khal of Khals…the child that vanished in Blood, Dirt and Rage.
A part of this child was still deep inside of him, hidden and unfazed from the cruel ways the Dothraki walked for many years.
With his Khaleesi, this Childs voice grew louder...with her by his side, the world didn't seemed to be so…Hard and Angry.
Before he could understand it all, she had become his everything...she became "The Moon of his Life"
His Chest swelled when she was smiling, when she cared for him, when he touched her softly.
He had often found himself wanting to hurt her, because the Dothraki weren't weak…but he couldn't.
Touching her cheek softly, seeing her eyes close and lean into his hand…didn't felt like it made him weak.
He had watched as she became fierce, he watched as the scared girl became a Khaleesi like none before her…and he watched his son grow inside of her.
With her, he felt stronger than ever before, with her, he wanted to go farther than any Dothraki ever gone…he wanted to give her and his son the world.
He didn't knew what he felt with her before, but he knew what he felt for her now…HATE.
His Rage was like a fire that consumed everything, he lunged at the smaller creatures as if he was a wild animal.
He crushed their heads beneath his hands, his fists literally ripped them apart.
"Why had she killed me?
What happened to me?" He asked himself.
His last memories didn't make much sense, it was all a blur for him.
The Old Woman that was with him, told him strange things.
She had told him how he died, what happened to Rhaego and Daenerys.
She talked about the Dothraki that betrayed his Khaleesi and left her alone.
The Woman spoke about the witch who cursed him, the bargain and the fate of his son.
Now her words were ringing in his ears and almost blinded him with Rage.
The Creatures didn't expect such Wrath from him, they saw him as prey...but they were wrong.
They were his Prey, those blood thirsty creatures, were no match for his own Hunger for death.
Every Blow he delivered, was filled with Rage.
Anger for Daenerys because she killed him and his Son, Anger because she made him foolish and weak.
He hated the witch for taking his chance of an Honourable death, he hated her for using her blood magic.
He felt Rage for Jorah, because he didn't do enough.
He trusted the man, but he let Daenerys seal Rhaegos and his Fate.
All this Rage made him blind for what happened around him.
He didn't realize what mess he made with the creatures as he walked deeper into the cave.
He was covered in his and their blood, bones and smaller body parts hung in his long hair.
The cold didn't bother him as the wind passed by.
He had the creatures skin under his fingernails, dragged a lose arm that still grabbed his leg with him.
Instead of hunting him, the creatures tried to find a way out of the cave…but there was no escape.
His huge, blood soaked frame and his dark eyes, filled with anger…would be the last thing the creatures would ever see.
His heart ached, his head was throbbing, his body felt tired and heavy...yet he continued to walk forward.
The creatures had no place to hide anymore, there was no way to escape his wrath.
Their hunger and lust for blood was stronger then their fear for him...so they ran right into their doom.
After a while, not one of the creatures stood anymore, a bloody mess was all that remained.
The Man had the last remaining creature by its throat, a squealing noise escaped the foul mouth of a being that seemed to be human once.
With another angry roar, the man drove the defenceless creature into the ground.
His voice was hoarse from all the grunting and screaming, but even though his body became weaker...his anger didn't stop.
Clenching his fist, the man slammed it into the Creatures face, delivering a disgusting sound as he drove his fist repeatedly into the Creature.
By the time he felt the skull break beneath his fist, his anger turned into exhaustion.
Now he hated the only thing that was eft...Himself.
He Hated that he wasn't stronger, smarter, he hated himself for dying and leaving Daenerys in this rotten world alone.
When his last bit of strength was finally gone, only a puddle was left where the creatures face once was.

"He was quite displeased with what I told him.
I didn't thought his memories would suffer from everything.
It seems like it was a bit much for him to take in at once.
Two days Sleep however, seem to be enough for his body to recover...that is a good sign." Zerra said as she walked into the caves.
The caves beneath the temple were Centuries old.
The Temple was build upon the caves long time ago.
Zerra took careful steps, while Marco, his soldiers and some servants, followed her.
"Please Zerra, let me walk in front of you, it's not safe." Marco said as he drew his blade.
The Soldiers looked around, trying to find the danger that lurked in the caves.
"If you insist." She answered with a shrug of her shoulder and handed Marco the torch she held.
It didn't take them long, to find the first bodies of the creatures that haunted those caves for so long.
The creatures had dark grey skin, sharp Teeth's and claws, they resembled humans...but only partially.
They wore loincloths as Armour and had swords made out of stone and bones.
Their almost Black blood was covering the floor, their bodies were crushed, cut and ripped apart.
The Soldiers poked them with their sword, to make sure they were all dead.
"Such Anger, I have heard of his Strength, but I didn't expect this."
Zerra spoke and pointed at the creatures while she walked around the blood soaked dirt.
"Was this the savage?" one of the soldier said, pointing at the creatures.
"Of course foolish boy, what else do you think happened?"
Zerra Replied Laughing.
"This is the work of a Man who lost everything…even himself.
He got torn away, just as he saw a glimpse of what he could be.
And then torn away from the peaceful slumber of death.
Let us hurry, nobody knows what he can do in his current state."

They passed tunnels, splattered with Black blood, Claw Scratch marks, guts and body parts.
More of the creatures were sprawled on the ground, all the way until they reached the end of the cave.
Three grey bodies were lying at the walls of the cave, the Body's were shaking as blood poured out of them, with every careful step the soldiers, Marco and Zerra took, their shaking died down until not one of them moved anymore.
Not one Creature Remained alive, the caves that were haunted by them for so long, were now covered in their blood.
In the middle of the cave, covered in the soft light that came from the hole above them, a Man knelt in the dirt.
He had his back turned to them, they saw the nasty and long wound on his back, his long hair hung over the right side of his head.
His body was shaking and covered in the Black Blood of the creatures, while he kneeled hunched over the remaining of a pale body.
Zerra gestured to the others to stay back.
"Don't make any sudden moves, we don't want anything unnecessary happen."
She turned around and shook her head.
"And by the gods, don't stand there like you have never seen blood.
Just stay back."
The soldiers and Servants obeyed, but not Marco.
"I will not let you closer to the savage, Look around you, what makes you so sure he wont kill us also
They are all the same, they have no honour." He said in a harsh tone as he stared daggers into The Mans back.
The Old Woman huffed.
"That is enough Marco, he is not some kind of animal.
Just because he doesn't obey your or any noble mans rules, does not make him a beast that should wear a leash."
Zerra started to get impatient with him, Marco had a good heart, but he was too worried about everything that could happen.
His Mind was not as open as Zerra would have liked it, Marco and his soldiers were kind and good hearted, but they were unknown to the wonders this world had to offer.
Thankfully he listened to her this time, he unequipped his sword and nodded.
He let her go on her own, but his eyes stayed on her, watching everything carefully.

Zerra approached the kneeling man while she carefully tried to avoid the blood and body's around the Cave.
"You have a deep wound on your back, those creatures don't have any poison, but you should Threat it nonetheless.
We need to apply some herbs to let them heal." It didn't seem to surprise him that the woman was able to speak his Language.
He was silent as he heard her approach him, he listened carefully to the sounds around him before he spoke.
"The Last time I let some witch tend my wound…I DIED." He said bitter, his rough voice sounded tired and hoarse.
As he spoke, he stumbled over the words as if his tongue wasn't used to speak anymore.
Zerra watched his back silent for a while.
"So you remember..." She said gentle.
"...good, that makes everything a lot easier.
I can assure you that I am not a witch, I have no reason to hurt you."
Zerra answered him.
The Man nodded slowly, his body was hunched over.
"I Remember who I am...what happened...WHAT I was!"
The Words sounded so very tired passing his lips.
"I can remember EVERYTHING...but it does not matter…nothing matters anymore." He said without even looking at her.
Zerra mustered him with a sad expression.
After a while he spoke again, in his voice was a slight wondering tone.
"You said you are no witch...but I was Dead.
What kind of Witchcraft did you use? How can I be alive?"
Zerra smiled kindly.
"Magic" She answered simple.
"Blood Magic took you from this world, the same kind brought you back.
We had to sacrifice evil souls to be able to do so.
Souls that already had a second chance to live their life...they wasted it their chance.
I hope you do not do the same."
Zerra sank into the dirty ground next to the Man, exhaling softly.
"You already did quite some damage around here boy, we never thought we could get rid of those creatures that haunted the temple, but here we are...all because of you."
The Man sat on his knees and look at his hands.
"Tell Me" He demanded, his rough voice was nothing more then a whisper.
"How can this be?"
The Woman was silent for some time, she tried to find the words that would explain all.
"The People in the West...believe that the dead can haunt us beyond the grave.
Some of them believe that those they have killed and betrayed, remain on this world, like some kind of spirit that taunts them.
They believe that those spirits watch over the place they died, until one day they can get their revenge of those who wronged them."
The Woman Explained slowly.
"Others believe that those spirits are the remains of a once loved person that cant leave this world...because someone cant let go of them."
The Man pressed a humourless laugh out between his lips and Zerra shrugged.
"This Temple belonged to a man who believed that.
He was interested in they ways of how magic and Rituals work in our world.
After his three daughters were murdered, he was looking for a way to bring them back.
He searched a long time for a way to do so until he found it in the blood magic we used.
He created some magical items to help him, one was a jar that could capture the essence of his loved ones." She shook her head as if she didn't believe the words herself.
"But his daughters were not strong enough to walk through the fires that hold the death back from entering our world.
He dived into the black water, hoping to be able to reach his daughters...he only found them as he joined them in death."
The Man finally turned his head to her, he couldn't understand it all.
"Do you understand what you did...Drogo?"
She asked him with an impressed expression on her face, but he just looked her with an impassive Look as his body tensed.
So she continued to speak, she tried to make him see what he accomplished.
"It is possible to resurrect those who died recently, as if they only slept for a short while.
But the longer they are dead, the harder it gets.
If you bring them back after such a long time as your, they return as creatures that only carry their former shell.
They Become Monsters who walk with nothing but Darkness inside them...you however, you were deep and long in deaths iron grip...but escaped its claws."
His tense Body relaxed, every fight in him, seemed to have left him.
Zerra touched his shoulder softly.
"It is much to think and understand, im sure you are confused.
But let your Body and Mind rest for a little bit longer, once you're healed, everything will be clearer to you.
You returned as the one you were before...that is something nobody ever did before."
Drogo snorted tired.
"Death has cost me enough Moons, I can not rest...I need to…I need to…"
Drogo stopped, he didn't knew what he needed to do now.
He was no longer a Khal, he wasn't even sure if he was even a man.
The Man he now was, had nothing.
No horse, not his Trusted Arakh, not his Blood Riders, he was lost.

The Woman stood up, smiling softly.
"There is enough time to think about the way of life, once you are healed."
She gestured to the Soldier who watched them weary.
"Don't be a mule, come and let yourself get treated,"
He looked at her with empty eyes, then he lifted his tired body up and nodded at the woman.
With heavy steps he followed the old woman, not looking at the soldiers and servants.
Zerra looked behind her as the Man followed her, breathing heavy and limping slightly.
She shook her head.
"Stubborn Man" She whispered and continued walking.
"I didn't thought his mind would suffer...what kind of hell did he endure in the afterlife?
I fear that Khal Drogo is gone...the question is...who will he now become?" Zerra thought.
The Pain in Drogos back got stronger as he made his way up to the steps and into the temple again.
The soldiers followed the huge, grunting man, not trying to get too close to him.
"He is a Madman, I don't think I find any sleep until he's gone." One of the muttered as he looked around in the cave.
"At least he took care of the creatures."
Drogos eyes were on the ground as he walked forward, he ignored the whispering of the people they passed by.
He ignored the light of the torches, and the feeling of the sand beneath his feet.
For the First time since he could think…Khal Drogo was truly Lost.

Author notes 2:

So there you have it, the chapter gets its point across, im not happy with it...but everything i tried felt worse then this.
Drogo is awake and lost, its the beginning of Drogos journey...so i should be a bit happy about it.
I give an "explenation" how it could work to bring Khal Drogo back in the GOT universe, i think its plausible and good one:)

Im really thankful for those who favorite and followed the Story, i think i said it before...but even one person means more to me then i can say.
Knowing that there is even one person on this big planet that is enjoying what i wrote...is doing wonders to me.
THANK YOU...and hopefully i can bring you a new chapter sooner then this one.:):D