𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚
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___𝔗hree suns had rose and fell above the brutal and unforgiving Red Waste in Essos, a barren land many were known to never come out of. The Targaryen Twins' small Khalasar had been awaiting the three Blood-Riders', sent to find anything living in the sand covered lands around them, return. Just like they are now, sitting underneath their make-shift huts in their make-shift camp in a cervice in between two rocky hills, that were the color of bronze and golden sand mixed together. The sun shone brightly above the Khalasar, drying out their throats and leaving burning kisses to their skin, whilst songs from birds, flying above them as if to mock them, echoed across the dry land.

The Targaryen Twins, themselves, sit beside one another underneath their hut, made from thin and tan fabrics and animal-skins, leaning against a rough rock layered with a coat of sand that mixed between the silver strands of their hair. The hatchlings' four carriers rested beside the rock the twins leaned their backs on, the dragons resting underneath the warmth of the sun their scales so craved. Rhaenaerys' head rests on her twin's shoulder as she softly slumbers, while Daenerys gazes up at the sky with her violet eyes, so beautiful and so rare. She wondered what the clouds would look like from her dragon's back, wondered what the clouds would feel like if she touched them, wondered if she could touch the sun, perhaps. Fire cannot kill a dragon, she thought.

The Westerosi Knight from Bear Island rested some feet before his Khaleesis, his light-blonde hair sticking to the sides of his sweat-coated head as his aged and calloused hand raised his skin of water towards his dry lips, taking a small sip before lowering the skin back onto his belt. Though, as he moves his gaze towards the sands miles beyond their camp, his stone-gray eyes notice something in the distance.

His eyes narrow, trying to make out the dark figure approaching the camp through the blurry lines the heat created on the rough ground and the cloud of dust the large figure kicked up. Then, when the dark figure whinnies, does Ser Jorah Mormont discover what it were. A black horse, painted with red streaks along it's dark fur and the saddle of a Dothraki upon it's back, alongside a leather sack hanging from it's right side.

"𝐊𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬." Ser Jorah speaks, gaining Daenerys' attention as she removes her eyes from the clear sky above and towards her loyal Knight, seeing the figure in the distance, approaching fast, for herself.

As Ser Jorah stands and goes to approach the horse, the attention of the Khalasar gained at his actions, the eldest Targaryen gently shakes her sister awake, whom awakens with but three shakes and blinks the crust out of her sore eyes whilst lifting her violet eyes towards her sister beside her.

   "What is it, Dany?"

Daenerys only gestures towards the stallion their Knight stands beside, hushing sweet words to calm the panicked creature as he strokes it's mane, and the youngest Targaryen stands alongside her sister before they begin to walk towards the stallion, with their handmaidens, Irri and Doreah, quietly following behind their Khaleesis.

Once he had calmed the spooked stallion, Ser Jorah drifts his gaze towards the leather sack hanging from the saddle upon the horse, an all to familiar smell of death coming from it alongside droplets of blood dripping from the bottom of the pouch. The Knight lowers his hands towards the sack, lifting the hood concealing the contents inside and lifts a cut-off braid of brunette hair before grabbing another object and only lifting it halfway out of the pouch.

The object is the head of Rakharo, though, the Knight shoves it back inside of the pouch for the childrens' sake, turning his head towards his approaching Khaleesis.

Rhaenaerys stops beside the stallion's head, stroking a smooth hand down it's soft head, as she crinkles her nose in disgust, knowing that stench anywhere, as did her sister, whom continued towards the leather pouch as Ser Jorah spoke, "You don't need to see this."

"He is blood of my blood." Was all Daenerys said as she lifted the head of her Blood-Rider's from the leather pouch, though she did the same as the Knight and kept it hidden from the children, before looking up at the aged Knight with fire in her eyes, "Who did this?"

"Khal Pono, perhaps. Khal Jhaqo. They don't like the idea of two women leading a Khalasar." Ser Jorah answered, and Rhaenaerys Targaryen responded with fire behind her voice, "They will like it far less when we are done with them." The Knight, subtly, bowed his head towards his Khaleesi, though the Targaryens' and Mormont's attention turns towards Irri as she screams and falls to her knees beside the leather pouch, having saw whose head were shoved inside of it.

"𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥!" She sobbed in Dothraki, and Daenerys lays her hand on the beautiful woman's cheek as she shakes her head, "Shh, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥." But Irri only shakes her head, with tears streaming down her sun-tanned cheeks and clasps her hand around the Targaryen's wrist, sobbing while hiccuping as she responds, "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝! 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥! 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲! 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬." Daenerys kneels before her loyal and sweet handmaiden, cupping her cheeks while her thumbs softly stroke away her tears, "Shh, 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐞." Irri falls into her Khaleesi's arms, beginning to hyperventilate as she sobs her heart out for the death of the Blood-Rider she loves, and Daenerys wraps her arms around her and begins to softly rock them to calm Irri down, softly speaking with fire in her voice, "𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐑𝐚𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭."

Rhaenaerys felt her heart squeeze in sorrow as the handmaiden released a scream filled with pain and sorrow as she clung onto her sister as if her life depended on it. But she realizes something; the death of Rakharo, the Targaryen Twins' most loyal Blood-Rider since their marriage to Khal Drogo, meant that the Targaryen Twins now had a fire in them, and it wouldn't be settled until the Khals had paid for this outrage with fire and blood.

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   Once the sun had fallen beneath the dunes of the Red Waste, resting for the night, the Targaryen Twins had a small pyre built for Rakharo, their loyal Blood-Rider, butchered by the Khals of the Dothraki whom couldn't accept, even the idea of, two women leading a Khalasar.

Daenerys Targaryen held a torch in her grasp as she approached the small pyre built from sticks and twigs, the Khalasar managed to find close to their camp, with the Blood-Rider's head, wrapped up in fabric, resting upon the wood with his small braid resting on top. Drogon was perched upon the eldest Targaryen's shoulder, silently observing his mother lower the torch onto the small structure of wood. The orange flames began to lick away at the pyre as Daenerys returned to her sister's side, whom had Rhaellon standing on her shoulder, taking Rhaenaerys' hand into her own.

The entire Khalasar stood around the small pyre out of respect for the fallen Blood-Rider. The Targaryen Twins stood towards the front of the crowd, with Irri a step before them and Ser Jorah behind his Khaleesis with his hands behind his back. Rhaellon and Drogon softly purred, feeling their mothers' sadness through their bond, but the hatchlings could also feel the anger inside the Targaryens at the death of Rakharo.

As the night carried on, the sickly sweet smell of roasting flesh consumed the humid air around the pyre, therefore, the Khalasar began to disperse from the wooden structure. First it were the children with their mothers holding their hands, then the remaining Blood-Riders left, before Ser Jorah left, as well. But Irri had stayed until the small pyre was nothing but gray ashes and burnt twigs, and her Khaleesis had stayed with her.

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Rhaenaerys Targaryen was walking through a snowstorm, but she didn't know where her feet were carrying her. She crossed her arms to preserve any and all warmth she could, her silver hair flowing with the white winds and almost blending in with the snow rushing around her pale form.

Though, the Targaryen began to hear steps in the deep snow following behind her, swiftly turning around as fast as her frozen limbs would allow to see whomever were behind her, only to see those blue eyes that terrified her so.

Therefore, she ran. The Targaryen ran through the thick and deep snow as fast as she could, looking almost like a hare jumping through snow, as every direction she turned in seemed the exact same as the last to her eyes wide in fear yet squinted in the harsh winds, until she tripped and fell into the white snow below her.

She thought the monster would find her, thought the monster would tear her to bloody shreds, when she heard it. A wolf's howl.

The howl was like a spark to ignite a flame to the Targaryen, whom found the strength to push herself up from the frozen grounds and follow the sound of comfort through the storm, forgetting about all that terrified her as she followed the howls.

Rhaenaerys had followed the wolf's howls through the snowstorm for what had felt like weeks to the tired and cold young woman, until the winds cleared and she saw she stood upon a gray-rocky cliffside.

Below the high cliff Rhaenaerys Targaryen stood upon, she saw the sea, where a brutal storm raged, and she feared for whomever dared to sail upon it's angered surface. Beside the sea, she were able to see the snowstorm she were just trekking through from above, and it looked even more terrifying from above.

Though, before long, she saw two figures inside of the snowstorm, squinting her violet eyes to figure these figures out. Two wolves! she discovered.

One of the wolves had fur as gray as the sky above her, while the one beside it had fur as black as the midnight skies she loved to stare at whenever sleep just wouldn't find her some nights. The sky always made her feel safe and at home, and she couldn't wait to see it from a dragon's back, but she forced herself to focus on the wolves as they began to howl.

Their howls echoed across the snowstorm and she would've found the sounds to be terrifying had the black wolf not been in her line of sight, because of one reason, she recognized that wolf. The black wolf was the one to save her from the monster with blue eyes in her prophetic dream she had the night she were married to Khal Drogo beside her sister.

The wolf whose howl she knew had showed her the way out of the snowstorm and her violet eyes held a secret fondness inside of them as she stared at the wolf, whose black fur flowed with the harsh winds around him but he never shivered, unlike the other member of his pack. It were almost like the cold winds of winter were his friend, she thought to herself.

Then she focused on the wolves' howls. She thought they both sounded angry, wondering why and almost desperate to approach the black wolf and ask whatever it were she could do to help him, but when the young and beautiful Targaryen listened closely, she could hear the pain hidden in their howls. It were almost like the wolves had lost someone, and the thought of betrayal came to her mind but she didn't know why.

Then her violet eyes turned towards the sea when she heard the sound of thunder, and her eyes widened when she saw the kraken in the waters.

The sea beast absolutely demolished anything that dared get close to it; ships and dolphins, anything really. The kraken's tentacles even reached into the snowstorm, far from the wolves, and she were able to see small glimpses of ancient stone structures crumbling beneath the beast's strength.

But, in the midst of it's rage, Rhae noticed the kraken would punch itself, like it were angry at itself, as well, making her curious. Why would the arrogant sea beast be angry at itself? she didn't know.

Though, she noticed the black wolf ceasing his howls and turning towards the gray wolf beside him, whose citrine eyes looked into his sapphire ones, and it seemed a silent language passed between them as the black wolf began to growl at the kraken, whom raised another tentacle to smash another stone keep.

But, just before the black wolf could catch the kraken's tentacle inside of his mouth filled with sharp fangs, everything around Rhaenaerys Targaryen became misty before becoming completely white.

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   The youngest Targaryen awoke with a sharp, though silent, breath as she, rapidly, blinked her violet eyes. Rhaenaerys' eyes landed upon her sweet sister softly slumbering beside her, her head laying on her arm curled underneath it as Drogon laid curled by his mother's neck, and she softly smiled at that.

Rhae, then, shifted to lay on her back, looking up at the midnight sky she loved so much, with the moon shinning high in it's depths with millions of stars on it's black blanket. The sky reminded her of the black wolf in her dreams, therefore, also reminding her of the dream, itself. The prophetic dream made the Targaryen curious and confused, she wondered what it meant for her. Why would she see two direwolves, the symbols of House Stark, and a kraken, the symbol of House Greyjoy, inside of raging storms? Why did she see that same black wolf that had saved her from those monsters with terrifying blue eyes, twice now?

Rhaenaerys Targaryen, though, felt a connection with the black wolf, and she wondered why, no, she needed to know why, but didn't know how to find those types of answers. She huffed, repositioning herself on the rough ground beneath her, when a soft purr broke through her frustrating thoughts of unanswered questions.

The beautiful Targaryen turned her head towards her hand, only to see her green looking up at her with curious bronze eyes. Rhae softly smiled as sweet Rhaegal chirped at her whilst turning his small head, as if to ask what were wrong, before walking towards her and nuzzling his glittering head against the Targaryen's soft cheek, whose beautiful smile only grew at the sweet action of affection. Rhaenaerys lifted her hand to caress her dragon's small head, softly speaking so not to wake her sister or the sleeping dragon beside her, "𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒆, 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒘𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒂𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅." Rhaegal softly screeched, also weary of waking his other mother and brother, before curling on his mother's hand, before both Targaryen and dragon fell asleep to the sounds of the Waste beyond.

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~ Author's Note ~

Second chapter is here!! Yay!!!

And, the italics part are Rhaenyra's prophetic dreams, and u may be wondering, what dream were she referring to? And how does she know the black wolf? Well I have an answer, while I haven't written it yet in the re-writing of season i, Rhaenyra dreams of those blue eyes [ we all know what they are ;) ] and the black wolf [ you know who, *wink, wink* ] saves her from the monster as it runs away from the wolf, so that's how she already knows the wolf!! And, we should all know what this dream means and who those sea and land creatures symbolize ;)

Anyway, I hope u lovely readers enjoyed it!!