A Song of Light and Shadow

Hey, guys! Thanks for the reviews and the follows. Sorry I haven't posted in a while. Work before play, as it were…. Unless, of course, one plans on making Jack a dull boy…. Yes, I used a reference to the Shining. What? Oh come on, it isn't that cliché! Alright, back to the story!

Chapter 3

Tyrion

Tyrion Lannister sat under a tree, the sun beating down upon him. The lands of the Slaver's Bay were warmer than Westeros. However, even in the warmth of Slaver's was considerably less than what it was during the summer. Winter was here. The Starks were right about that in the end, even though they were all thought to be dead.

Of Sansa and Arya, he knew little, but knew that Robb, Bran, and Rickon were dead. Stone cold in the, well, stone cold of the North. Tyrion couldn't help but smile sadly at his own wit. In truth, he would have helped the Starks bring that bastard, Joffery, to justice. That was, if he had proof of Joffery's plot to assassinate Bran. He hated his nephew, Joffery. He hated Cersei, his sister. And then there was his brother, Jamie. He both loved and hated Jamie. He hated Jamie far more than he loved him, but still, Tyrion loved him. He loved him because Jamie was the only person in the world that gave a damn about Tyrion.

Jamie was the only one who showed Tyrion love or kindess… until Jamie told Tyrion the truth about Tysha. It was for the lie, the destruction of Tyrion's marriage with her, that Tyrion hated Jamie. It may have been the only unkindness that Jamie showed Tyrion, but it was also an unforgivable betrayal. Tyrion could not and would not stand for such a thing. And now, Tyrion betrayed his entire family. However, Tyrion needed something to believe in, to fight for. If Tyrion could no longer believe in and fight for his family, then he needed something else. Something that would help him to forgive himself for his past sins. This Dragon Queen, Daenerys Targaryen, was that something. Surly she could help him to restore honor to his family's name. The name of Lannister was already besmirched for a very long time, now. And it began whit the fall of Mad King, Aerys.

Damn him. And damn Robert Baratheon too. Rhaegar should have been seated on the Iron Throne. Rhaegar would have brought peace to Westeros for a long time. But Rhaegar died before his father. Rhaegar failed, in the end, to bring peace to Westeros. Though, it could have been argued that Rhaegar was just as mad for not doing anything about his own father's madness. Damn them all.

Tyrion shook his head and closed his eyes. He could not place blame on anyone. The past was the past. All Tyrion could truly do saw study the past until he could find some way to prevent it from repeating itself. Yet, the Slaver's Bay was in just as much rebellion as Westeros was. With Daenerys gone, Tyrion thought that history may well repeat itself anyway. She had been gone for three weeks. Her and all of her dragons.

Shortly after Daenerys left on Drogon's back, her other two dragons disappeared the next day. The Yunkai were to slaughter the other two dragons, and they came close, but the dragons fled before the Yunkai could touch them. A few of them died in the dragons' fire, but it was expected. Dragons will put up a fight. Which was why Tyrion wondered why they did not fight to the death to defend their homes. Dragons were odd creatures, and Tyrion knew little of them, but Tyrion figured they were very territorial, considering the stories….. Well, at least Aegon, and every other Targaryen ruler, was very territorial, but what king isn't?

"I figured you would be trying to persuade the Second Sons to wait further on Daenerys," a deep male voice said.

Tyrion opened his turned to see Jorah Mormont standing to his right. Tyrion smiled when he saw the loyal fool.

"I am," Tyrion replied, taking a sip of wine from his nearby wineskin, "I am watching the skies for our missing queen, or her dragons."

"I thought you were taking a nap," Jorah said with a smile.

"Keeping watch for queens is a tiring business," Tyrion replied, "It is rare to spot a queen. Think of it like hunting, my dear Mormont. You need to be patient,"

"It depends on what you are hunting, where you are hunting for it, and when you are hunting for it," Jorah laughed, but then his face turned serious, "You know the Sons won't wait forever, even if you have promised them riches for serving her."

"They haven't sworn utter fealty to her yet," Tyrion said.

"No, they haven't," Jorah said, "and I fear they never will if she is gone any longer."

"I find it astounding that you doubt if she will return," Tyrion said, "I, for one, thought you had only hope in her."

"I do," Jorah said defensively, "but I don't think that sitting around and waiting for her is a wise course of action. Maybe is we sent riders….."

"And how do suppose a man on a horse is going to find a woman on dragon-back?" Tyrion snapped, "She could be anywhere at any time. Sending riders would only be a waste of men."

Jorah fell silent for a moment. If Daenerys didn't want to found, she wasn't going to be found. Tyrion stared at Jorah, and knew that Jorah understood that. However, Jorah was a fool in love with a woman that was high above his station. He could only love her from afar. Tyrion felt sorry for him, but Tyrion also knew that Mormont's love for Daenerys was not a good idea. It would be the undoing to one or both of them. Tyrion was not about to see Daenerys fail. He couldn't let Daenerys fail.

"I'm sorry," spoke Jorah quietly, "I just want to find her."

"You and everyone else," Tyrion replied sarcastically, "Though not everyone's intentions for finding her are as honorable as ours. She will be back. We just have to wait."

Tyrion's thoughts went back to his home. They went to Westeros, Casterly Rock, they went to the family that he both loved and hated, and they went to Tysha. Tysha. Gods, why didn't he make her rich and fool his father? Why didn't he just run away from Casterly Rock with her? He quietly cursed himself for not taking care of her as he should have. He cursed his father and brother for taking her from him. Tywin deserved to die, and Jamie did as well. Though, Jamie did not deserve to die like Cersei did. Tyrion vowed to rape and kill Cersei. Tywin took much from him, but Cersei took everything else. However, even though Tyrion did want revenge, he also wanted to be better than the family that stabbed him the back. He hated the thought, but he couldn't go off killing all of his family members. Only the ones that deserved to die a traitor's death. That started with Tywin, but he wanted it to end with Jamie.

Tyrion closed his eyes again, thinking more on Tysha. He would have given anything to see her again. Anything and everything to hold her in his arms. However, Tyrion's thoughts were cut short when he felt a breeze upon his face. It felt nice, but the more he thought on it, the breeze did not stop. It kept going, and it kept increasing in power the longer it lasted. Tyrion stood up and walked outside of the shade he had grown accustom to. He gave Jorah an inquisitive look that Jorah also had. At least Tyrion wasn't alone in the feel of the breeze, which was now turning into a gust of wind. Jorah too walked out with Tyrion as they felt the gusts grow more powerful. Suddenly, they heard a tremendous roar. They two men looked north and saw three dragons drawing nearer and nearer. Jorah gasped in wonder at how big they now were while Tyrion let his jaw drop in the wonder and amazement of actually seeing dragons.

The dragons circled around the Second Sons before they landed. Tyrion was not sure if he should walk up to have a closer look or not. However, he was in so much awe that he could not walk even if he wanted to. The dragons were awesome, majestic, and yet terrible to behold. The sheer power of their wings alone was enough to make Tyrion believe a storm was coming. Though, metaphorically, a storm was coming. It was coming for Westeros.

Daenerys dismounted the largest of the three. The dragon was black, it would it had not yet reached a height that gave dragons such a fearful name, but Tyrion knew that even it would still be a formidable foe for anything and everything. Daenerys had a graceful walk, and she was more beautiful than Tyrion had imagined her to be. She certainly looked like a Targaryen, and, from what Tyrion had heard about her, there was now no doubt in his mind that she was Targaryen. She looked at the company of the Second Sons. In truth, the Second Sons had betrayed her, but Tyrion's mission was to bring them back to her. With Daenerys return, Tyrion had succeeded in his task. Of course, the only thing he had to do now was actually make sure she didn't bathe him in dragon fire for his family betraying the Targaryens.

Daenerys eyed each and every man until they rested upon Tyrion and Jorah. There was an odd look in her eyes. They betrayed confusion, joy, sadness, and anger. However, anger was the emotion that took over. Tyrion knew this would happen, but he had hoped in vain that he was wrong. He, of course, was wrong. Very, very wrong.

"My lord, Tyrion," Jorah said quietly, "I do believe that we have fucked our last whore."

"My lord, Mormont," Tyrion replied sarcastically, "your ability to observe the obvious is astounding."