It had been well into the Night when Sirona awoke to the sounds of chaos, others within the room she called home were scurrying out of their cots, crowding the single window that allowed the light from the night sky into the small chamber. As Sirona forced her way through the crowd of people at the window, her eyes came to see what the rest of her fellow slaves were gazing upon, fire raining from the heavens themselves. As Smoke hung in the sky, and fire descended, the fireball of the gods seemed to descend, it broke and split into 4, and all fell out of view and crashed into earth, great sounds of thunder and spouts of fire followed.
Sirona could not help but be in awe of the Spouts of Fire, and the sounding thunder of the Gods themselves. She Could not dare think, but only be in wonder of what such a thing would mean, but she had heard tales, of an army seeking to break the chains from every slave across the land, how one slaver city already burned in dragon fire, and here was the gods sending forth fire and thunder, perhaps a sign of their favor for such a task, perhaps the Gods had sent forth a message to repent for the end was near.
As the many men and women whispered to each other of what this could mean, Sirona felt something within her come alive for the first time, she could feel within her very soul that whatever this falling star was, it would bring great change to the world.
Before she could wonder anymore, the door to the chamber was opened, and armed men stormed inside, spears drawn and voices raised, they shouted and demanded the crowd of slaves return to their cots. Sirorna turned slowly to return to her cot, but stole a glance to the window, to see the fires once more, only to watch as two men placed a block of stone in front of the window outside, encasing the chamber in darkness as the guards exited the room and slammed the door tight, leaving her to nothing but her memories of the fire, of the thunder, and what it could all mean for her and all trapped within this chamber.
He Awoke from his slumber in pain, a feeling of intense agony in his gut, for a moment he feels as if he is back upon Korriban, facing Tukata claws and K'lor'slug teeth delving into his side, but that moment passes and he opens his eyes, realizing he is in the burning wreckage of his fighter. That Pain in his gut, is a large bloody piece of metal sticking right through his lower body, pinning him to his chair.
Carefully, he raises his hands to grip the bloody metal, and using whatever strength he could gather, feeding off the pain caused by trying to move it, he ripped the metal out of his gut and threw it aside. With a Scream of agony and pain, he forced himself to his feet, and staggered out of the burning fighter, falling to his knees as he felt the pain dull his senses, and more blood spit from his wound.
Feeling his grasp upon the world around him begin to slip, he fueled all that pian, anger and sheer desire to spite life into the wound, his hands began to electrify as the wound was shocked and sparked from the bolts of lightning from his fingers, the pain was near unbearable, but as the bleeding slowed and stopped, the Man felt his strength slowly return, and finally capable of walking again, he rose to his feet and felt for the saber at his side.
The saber was gone, panic consumed him for a moment, but he quickly rose his hand into the air and reached his arm out, clenching his teeth from the pain that surged through his body, he felt the saber sitting within the fires of his ship, within a moment the saber came flying from the burning fires of ship straight into his hand, snapping his fingers around the handle, he felt energy flow threw him, he flexed his hand and felt the saber within his hand, taking a moment to
A Harsh Desert seemed to surround him, stretching in all directions. The Planet's Moon hung in orbit, stars covered the skies in such an amount he was not used to, though the many years he had spent on Korriban and Dromund Kass had dulled how many stars he was used to seeing when not aboard his ship. Either this world was uninhabited, or he landed far from major signs of civilization, the light pollution of regular galactic civilization would not allow such a tapestry in the skies.
Carefully, the Man began to walk, he needed to find some sign of civilization and hopefully the ability to contact the Empire, or at least find something to drink and mend his wound.
The Falling comets had come in the night, Daenerys had been outside her tent, observing her unsullied as they prepared to break camp in the morning. Missandei had been with her, telling her of Yunkai and the Wise Masters how it was proclaimed the Queen of Cities, a title she knew well for being claimed by Qarth as well.
"How Many cities claim to be the Queen of Cities?" Daenereys had said, a sense of amusement in her voice as she interrupted Missandei in her explanation.
"I am sorry My Queen, what do you mean?" The Confusion upon Missandei's face was evident, clearly the poor girl was unaware of what Daenerys asked, after all her life was isolated to Naath then Astapor, chances are she has never heard of Qarth, or at least never heard of its claims to be the Queen of Cities.
"Yunkai Claims to be the Queen of Cities, when I was in Qarth such a claim was made by the Qarthi as well, how many other cities claim the crown of Queen of all cities in the world" Daenereys responded to Missandei's Question with a small smile, enjoying this small moment of confusion from someone knowledgeable of Slaver's Bay when exposed to the world beyond.
"I…I would not know my Queen, perhaps we can ask every city we visit if they are the Queen of all Cities" Missandei Response was straight, her voice betraying no emotion, but then she cracked a smile as she continued "Perhaps the many cities of the world will turn upon each other for the title of Queen"
"That would be a sight, a war between the citi-" The Words died upon her lips, as for when Daenerys looked into the Sky, instead of a tapestry of stars and light, she saw fire, balls of fire descended upon the world itself, thunder sounded, and fire raged as it seemed to crash into the earth itself. For a Moment Dany was awestruck, the sight before her was without equal in her eyes. Then Dany trembled in fear, as the roar of the fire grew louder as they streaked directly over her camp, Missandei quickly tackled Dany, forcing her to the ground as the heat coursed over her then quickly passed as the flames flew further away and their roars grew quiet.
Missandei slowly helped Dany back to her feet, and for a moment she saw the pale look upon her face, the young girl was terrified by what had happened and Dany pulled her close and looked her in the eyes, her gaze cutting through the terror. Her hands stroked her hair as she assured her that everything was alright before giving her a command.
"Missandei, fetch Aggo, Jhogo and Rakharo, tell them to gather their riders and make for where the fires above have crashed, they are to report to me what they find." Her voice was not shaky, the firmness needed to snap Missandei out of her terror making it clear she could not delay with following with this command.
"A-as you command my q-queen" Missandei quickly scurried into camp where Daenerys' Khallasar had camped among the Unsullied, while the Queen stayed rooted outside her tent, watching as the pillars of fire slowly receded from the horizon and the sounds of thunder ended.
It is written within the history of the world, that the stars themselves are the dominion of the Gods, and each culture applies special reverence or meaning to the going on events: The Dothraki believe each star a horse of fire, and the dead D0thraki ride them forever in the Nightlands, the Faith of the Seven equate the seven wanderers in the sky with the seven faces of their god, followers of the Red God believe the stars guard the night while the sun brings the day, when the Red Comet streaked across the world, many ideas of its meaning and origin were proposed, but whether or not the Gods sent such a comet is nothing but speculation.
When in the Year 299 AC, as Daenerys Targaryen marched at the head of a host of Unsullied, across Slavers Bay it was reported balls of fire descended from the heavens and fell to the earth. While comets falling to the earth have been known, as seen in the story of the forging of the Ancestral sword of house Dayne Dawn, the description given and stories that were birthed from such a sight was not that of rocks falling to earth, but the gods themselves sending a warning, and a champion. While Most would take such claims as nothing but wise tales, the stories that began to spread after the falling fire paint a different story. A Warrior wielding a Blade of Fire, lightning dancing between their fingertips, a face of metal and a voice hollow and without emotion. Stories spoke of a Mother of Dragons, and a Lord of Freed Slaves across Slavers Bay and Beyond. The Truth and Myth of such things have been well studied, and have been marked here for record keeping.
-Maester Mortin, Preamble of The Rise of The Lord of Freed Slaves