Hello. Welcome to the first chapter in what (hopefully) will be a very long series.
First off, I haven't written in a long time...so hopefully this doesn't feel too rusty. I plan on writing my own book (boring I know) soon but I wanted to get back into the swing of writing again. I am a huge fan of A Song of Ice and Fire and, like many, have been eagerly anticipating the release of "The Winds of Winter" but since that isn't coming anytime soon I thought I would write my own take on it...of sorts.

Basically this entire story takes place after "A Dance with Dragons" so if you haven't finished the entire series and don't want to spoil it for yourself then don't read this fanfiction because it contains SPOILERS. Look away now seriously I'm going to spoil the ending of the book in this very next sentence...you have been warned...

We follow Daenerys for the moment after she has been found by Khal Jhaqos. I will be following Dany for a while until we get to the stage when I can introduce more characters or I want to talk about what's happening with the lions in Kings Landing. I have read, re-read, re-re-re-read these books to the point where I know them inside out. So hopefully you'll get the feeling I know the characters as well. There will also be many original characters that I have created, some within original houses which come right out of my own imagination. G.R.R Martin's world is one of my favourites and I hope to do it justice.

However, disclaimer, I do not own his world. Westeros is not mine, nor are the lands beyond its borders. I do not own his characters but I own my own.

Extra notes - Dany isn't 13 in my Westeros because you know I have issues with the whole child thing...so for me Dany will be around the age she is in the television series - 18/19.

I hope you have as much fun reading this series as I have creating it. Please take the time to review at the end if you have enjoyed it and if you would like to see more.

For fire and blood.

Chapter one
The Beginning of the End

It was the height of Summer in the vast and seemingly endless wastelands that had seen no season except that of Summer for centuries. There was grass, blankets of it, and it swayed, it swayed like the waves upon the ocean. But no brave sailor would captain the grasslands, no, that bravery was reserved for only one – the Dothraki. This was their sea, their land and anyone caught travelling through it was rightfully theirs. That is how Daenerys Targaryen found herself trapped within the Dothraki Khalasar.

She couldn't say how long they had been travelling but she had seen three full moons since they had captured her exhausted in the grass. It had been three full moons since she had seen Drogon, the vivid memory of half the Khalasar engulfed in his flames, screaming until they could scream no more still burned in her mind. She knew when the Dothraki looked at her it was all they could see. Sometimes they would whisper to each other about the dragon girl and her beasts. In truth, she knew they only kept her alive because they feared that if they killed her then her dragons would devour the sun and rain fire down upon this earth, killing everyone in revenge for their fallen mother. It was a ludicrous story, but it kept her alive and offered small comfort because if she truly were to die amongst the grass she hoped there would be dragon fire.

"Indelat"

Daenerys opened her eyes and found it difficult to adjust to the light. She had been dreaming again of that red door. The last place she felt safe – the last place she could call home.

"Indelat"

Crouched down in front of her was a member of Khal Jhaqo's Khalasar. Jhaqo, how could that man call himself a Khal? A King? When he had left his last to become dust in the wastelands. There was no honour in that but there was no honour in the Dothraki. They fought for fighting and for fucking if she wanted loyalty she would have to look to the men of Westeros.

"Indelat!"

The dark haired man thrust the cup of water into her hands spilling much of it over the sides in the process before getting up and stalking away. Dany ran her thumb over the edge of the cup, peered into it and steeled herself for what she would see next. The once flawless Queen was nothing more than a shadow of herself. She was in tatters, with lips as dry as the ground she walked on and her once silver hair clumped in knots. The bright attire of Meereen replaced by Dorthraki rags, nothing like what she wore when she was Khaleesi of this very Khalasar. But there, behind the bruises, the scrapes and the dried in blood was unbroken and unrelenting spirit that shone in her mesmerising purple eyes. No matter what they did to her or how many women they raped or beat in front of her she would not be broken. She was Daenerys Stormborn, Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Shackles/Chains, Queen of Meereen and the Princess of Dragonstone. She was unbreakable and so she drank to her capturers who she would one day escape, she drank to Kingdom that had all but forgotten her and she drank to her loyal men, at least she would have if she hadn't run out of water.

They stood huddled outside of the shabby tent that held the Mother of Dragons. Clutching their arakhs tightly as if they were afraid she would be upon them at any given moment. They spoke in hushed voices about their next conquest. After the incident with Drogon they had lost half of their army and even more since to injuries, each victory would bring them more slaves and equally more men. Dany sat on the warm dirt floor etching drawings into the ground with her nails and listening, always listening. She wondered when they would take her to Khal Jhaqo, in all the time she had travelled with his Khalasar she had only seen him twice. The first was when he dismounted his horse, threw her on its back and announced to his army that The Great Stallion had led them to the dragon bitch and that she would burn for her crimes. The second was when he ate those words and burnt the bodies of his dead then made her watch the fire as he threw his people into the flames.

Dany looked up as a young and skinny woman was thrust into the tent. She was dressed better than Daenerys, she there for assumed she was of hierarchy, not a prisoner but a slave. The girl trembled as she looked upon Dany, she seemed scared to approach her. The young woman wrung her hands and then, as if it took all her strength to speak, muttered that Daenerys must get ready.

"Ready for what" Daenerys spoke in Dothraki, calmly with no hint of anxiety. What did she have to be anxious about? At this point nothing could surprise her.

"You...a-are to s-s-see K-Khal Jhaqo" the girl stammered. There was a time when Dany would have gone to her, wrapped her arms around her fragile frame and told her not to fear. That no harm would come to her while she still drew breath. That time had past long ago besides she knew that if she did anything of the sort it would only cause more trouble for the girl, more beatings and she might even be branded a witch herself. So she only nodded, stood up and followed the girl out of her tent to the water pail to clean up and face her fate with the Khal.

His tent reminded her of her own tent back when she was a Khaleesi. She could have sworn it was decorated the same, as lavish and as lush as the Dothraki got and it smelt of musk and faintly of horse dung. The girl from before left as quick as she came leaving Daenerys alone in the tent that reminded her of Drogo facing the man who had left him to die. Jhaqo sat on his throne, his brown eyes latched onto Dany but somehow he saw beyond her and it was that which gave her chills despite the humidity. He said nothing as she stood inches from the tent exit, he did not invite her in, he did not speak to her, he just sat. "Jhaqo?" she said his name as more of question, moving further into the tent. The closer she got to the Khal the more fearful she felt. Every inch raised goosebumps on her arms and caused her heart to stammer. What was going on? Was this a test? Was he going to kill her the moment she got to him? Yet, even the fear of death could not stop her from walking to him. It was only when she was close enough to reach out and touch him that she realised that he was not looking at her anymore. His eyes were focused straight ahead and...he wasn't blinking? Had he blinked since she entered his tent? Had he moved? She couldn't remember. The anxiety she didn't have before bubbled to her throat, making it dry and causing her to shake as she stretched out her hand and nudged his leg.

That is when he fell.

Khal Jhaqo's muscular body slumped down on Dany so fast that it was all she could do not to scream. She held it in, partly out of fear and partly because her throat was so dry she wasn't sure if anything would come out. He was cold. Too cold. She pressed her hand over his heart to check for a pulse. Nothing. Nothing. He was dead. Khal Jhaqo was dead and there was no one to blame but Daenerys.

She didn't have time to think. To contemplate how he had died all she knew was that she had to run. She had to get out of this tent and run as far as she could before the Khalasar caught her. She had to keep breathing a little longer. Maybe she could find her way back to Meereen, maybe a wandering traveller would help her, maybe her dragons would find her, maybe...maybe...everything was just a maybe except death, death was a certainty now she stood with the dead Khal. It was all she could do to keep from hysterics.

"Death is such a funny thing, we never know when she is coming for us and, well, we are never prepare for her"

Daenerys snapped her head around to the sound of that voice. From the shadows he emerged in attire as black as the darkness he had just stepped out of. Two foreign twin blades lay strapped to his back and his face was hidden by a cowl almost as long as his cape. Yet, what stood out was the dark green and bright silver clip that held his cloak together. In all the madness of the last few moments it was all she could focus on. The clip that looked like the moon with the silhouette of a stag.

The stranger took a step closer and that was enough for Dany to snap out of her trance. She was on her feet in an instant. Jhaqo forgotten but not his arakh, that she held in two hands and braced herself in front of his killer. "Take another step closer and it will be the last thing you ever do" she growled in Dothraki. The man chuckled! The sheer cheek, she was ready to lunge for him then and there before he held up his hands and spoke in the common tongue. "My, my it's true what they say the Targaryens really do have the fire of a dragon."

Her purple eyes widened in alarm and she almost let the arakh slip from her hand. He spoke the common tongue, it had been so long since she had heard it spoken so eloquently that it was enough to throw her off her guard and for the man to step closer.

"Daenerys..."

That was her name. He spoke her name. How could he know her name? She stepped back.

"...Daenerys"

He knew who she was. He knew that she was a Targaryen. Did he know that she had dragons? Was that why he was here? Had he come to take her children? Was he sent from Westeros to kill her by order of the Usurper? Which one? She heard there were many. Which one wanted her dead the most?

If this was how it was to end then she would go down fighting. For fire and blood.

"If you have come to kill me then first tell me your name and take down your cowl so I can look upon the man who wishes to take my life" she spoke with such strength and authority that it caused the man to pause and for that silence to hang in the air until it felt like it was all that existed.

The stranger walked towards her and she jutted the arakh forward as a way of a warning but he didn't flinch.

"My name is Amos" he spoke as he walked "Amos Obsidian son of Ransus Obsidian, Heir to Ackerbas Castle, Guardian of the Forgotten Woods, Watcher of Dragons Point, Keeper of Secrets" he raised a hand to his hood which she noticed was gloved, fingerless gloves, and pulled it back to reveal the most striking face. He was young, couldn't have been much older than her, with a strong jawline that pointed either to good genes or pot luck. His face was covered in stubble that couldn't quite decide which colour it wanted to be – very much like his hair it was both blonde and brown. But it was his eyes that caught her, the brightest blue she had ever seen, they spoke volumes, they spoke truth – there wasn't a lie to be found in those fearless blue eyes. "And sworn Protector of House Targaryen."

Daenerys dropped her arakh as he dropped to one knee.

"I have not come to kill you, Your Grace, I have come to take you home."

And there you have it, the first chapter of "The Winds of Fire and the Beginning of Blood" silly title, if I think of something better I might change it.

Few quick things. House Obisidian is my own. This is a major original character that I hope you come to love...or hate...never know how things will turn out.

Pronouciations - Ackerbas Castle [A-ck-er-baas]

Thanks for reading, I really appreciate it!