Inspirational Challenge - Throneland A Game of Thrones

[dragonheart]

Title:  Out of the Ashes

Author: kytivafan 
Prompt: written for the graphic done by needtakehave 
Rating:  G

Characters or ships: Daenerys Targaryen with subtle future Dany/Sansa

Warnings (spoilers or anything): Vaguely the whole season, but most specifically the season finale

Short Summary: Daenerys comes into her own.

The actual fic or link:

Daenerys Targaryen had no idea what would happen when she walked into the funeral pyre.  All she knew was that her blood, her very essence was being called to the flames.  If she perished, so be it.  All that she loved had died this day.

Viserys had told her stories that when dragon’s blood was heated it produced visions.  She now knew the stories to be true.

As the flames burned around her she saw wolves roaming the countryside.  The wolves were large, the size of small horses.  Direwolves -the unknown word came to her on tendrils of smoke.  She saw the wolves bed down in easy companionship with winged dragons.

She saw an innocent man die a traitor’s death, and felt a tiny piece of her soul die with him.  Visions of a young girl who would be Queen caused desire to pool low in her belly.  She knew her future was somehow tied to this girl. The flames whispered her name - Sansa.

She saw the great iron throne of her ancestors coated in blood and gore, when she touched it with her hand she cleansed and purified it with her dragon’s fire.

As the flames danced around her and her blood boiled within her, she had many more visions, some that she wouldn’t remember for months. 

As the conflagration cooled and the visions ceased, she felt the sharp claws and teeth of her true born children – those birthed from fire and blood nipping at her breasts.  The pain was just this side of pleasurable.  She opened her arms to them and they responded with chirps and hisses.

As she sat in the ashes she felt the eyes of her khalasar, her people upon her.  She rose and stood naked before them with her dragons clinging to her and breathed deeply.  As she looked around she locked eyes with Dorah, who dropped to her knees whispering “Mother of Dragons”.  The others soon followed and she was surrounded by bowed heads and whispered prayers.

With resolve bordering on reverence, Dany stepped out of the ashes and walked towards her destiny into The Game of Thrones.

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