Somewhere in the desert outside Meeren
Danaerys Targaryen was tired, so very tired. Since her escape from confinement in Khal Jhogo's Khalasar she had been walking along a desert road to gods alone knew where and she so desperately wanted to sleep. But with Drogon out hunting sleep was not a viable option instead she had to keep putting one foot in front of the other and hope she didn't die of starvation or thirst before Drogon returned.
The escape from Khal Jhogo had been easy, all she had needed to was seduce him and then slit his throat before he had his way with her, she still felt slightly repulsed by how cold blooded she had seemed in that moment, but she reassured herself, she was blood of the dragon she needed to stamp out those who threatened her person.
The visions had occurred on the first day after her escape, visited by a man who looked so much like her but was clearly not instead she knew him from the stories Viserys had told her in her childhood. Aegon the Conqueror stood proud and smiling as he spoke to his descendant "You have done well Khaleesi, but you still have some way to go the Iron Throne must be won by conquest you must leave Meeren soon for one of the blood still remains and needs your help."
The vision had gone before she could reply, but then on the second day of her travails another figure had appeared this vision was female, Rhaenrya spoke in commanding tones "Danaerys you have done so well, we are all so proud of you! But do not forget the true goal; the Iron Throne must be reclaimed from the Usurpers!"
She too had faded before Danaerys could form a response. So it was no surprise to her when a third vision appeared to her on the third day since her escape. This vision however caught Danaerys breathless. Her brother Rhaegar stood before her in all his glory with a sad smile on his lips and when he spoke sounded so sad "Sister, we are all so proud of you for doing what you have done. Forgive me, forgive all of us for leaving you here on your own, I know it cannot have been easy for you, but there is hope yet one of us still lives and breathes in Westeros you must go to him for he will surely need your help."
Danaerys was getting tired of listening to these ghosts telling her what to do so she snapped and said "Yes yes all this talk about helping one of the blood, yet where was my help when I needed it, where was my guidance?! And who is this one in Westeros you speak of I am the last remaining dragon!"
Rhaegar simply said "My son."
"Your son? But Aegon was killed!"
"No dearest sister, he lives, he is at Storm's End now gathering troops for his forthcoming invasion of King's Landing. He needs you more than ever now, you must return to Meeren and you must leave for Storm's End immediately or else the conquest will never be successful and we will never regain what was taken. Please Danaerys, please!"
Rhaegar faded from her vision, only to be replaced by a vision of young man pacing in what could only be a Lord's solar, and he looked so like her he truly did!
"Lord Connington?"
"Yes Your Grace?"
"Prepare the troops, we march on Dragonstone tomorrow."
"Are you sure that is wise Your Grace?"
"Yes of course, it is my family's ancestral seat after all."
As the vision faded from view, Drogon landed in front of her. Hopping onto his back Danaerys flew away she knew where she needed to be now.