Daenerys

Daenerys

By: J. Dill

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I never murdered the people of Westeros, nor did I destroy the precious creations still held throughout its walls and borders. Fearful men did that themselves when the Lannisters were defeated and they attempted some fabled version of a democracy. The vision of my destroying all life by way of dragonfire was the mere nightmare of those who feared that I embodied the same evil of my bloodline. Fear does indeed have a fiendish manner of distorting reality. The truth is that I am not my bloodline. Rather, I am and always was my bloodline as they should have been, and I will gladly show you what fire truly means. The “leaders” of this land did, however, attempt to murder me before their false vision came to pass, and unfortunately, they succeeded for a time. Yet my spirit, and the angels of the worlds I would join with had other, higher intentions for my life. I awakened in a river that miraculously flowed freely in the middle of the driest desert. I think my son Drogon laid me here in an effort to preserve me before he flew into hiding. As I felt the scorching heat kiss the surface of my skin, I was reminded that there was another moment in my life where I discovered my true nature in the hottest of baths. Therefore, I was certain I would find myself beneath burning elements once more. But this was no bath, this was a river. And I was no longer limited to confining myself to stagnant waters. No, I was a creature of the sky, destined to move like the river.

It was in the same moment that I opened my eyes and felt the heat, as well as the rushing water flowing freely past my ears, that I also remembered the undeniable truth that I had already conquered death. I burned the vile breath that became toxic gas in my lungs, sneering at me that my life was not my own. The breath born from those who would have built their fortune off of my forced submission and isolation. Death itself is a life of slavery, rape and succumbing to decisions that were crafted without my own voice. But such death was not my fate, I would not allow it then and I certainly refuse to now. After conquering the worst kind of evil, I had made it my mission to free others who were dealt a similar fate. And that story‒the real and true one‒ the story I created for myself was destined to continue. I was meant for the throne, but not the one that burned. I was meant to lead the new world I had already begun to create‒a powerful and equally woven cord connecting all life. I would wake and gather the fellow leaders I needed to build such a world. Then, should I need to face those bent on snatching the throne through their own cruel and vile means again, I would be ready. But, and perhaps most importantly, my story begins with bringing those I love and lost back to life.

I knew her story was never meant to be mine. And I was never given the “better story” that I earned. So, we worked together to make something greater than what was ever expected of us. That’s what greatness is after all, the power to write your own story despite all the false and suppressive narratives others try to force on you. I turned over my throne to him as soon as I heard her calling me toward what should have been and certainly would be. And you know the man who took my place, however temporarily. He is the Soft-Hearted Lion; the only one who could bridge the gap between a jagged path that was destined to crumble and the valiant one meant for The Queen. And Daenerys was the rightful queen, and I finally found my third eye. And like everything great, this vision starts with the journey inward….

For me, it was never about the sacrifice. Victory and miracles are born in the prayers themselves. Openness to the magic of the world is the very light itself. An invitation is where everything always began and will always begin. The Night King himself knew this to be true and that knowledge became his power. He welcomed death into every corner of the earth.

But her prayers matter more, and I heard them as the corrupt men of the world tried to take her life one too many times. She was always meant to return light to the world’s center, a circle of fire so bright that mere corners of darkness became irrelevant. I sensed her coming, after all, I had already been desperately fighting to return to the earthly plane to battle the darkness alongside her. But my journey here will be fully revealed in due time. For now, I want to focus on a much more important moment: when I finally found her. I am no Lord, as some of my misguided supporters believed. Overly zealous humans often have a way of perverting magic. But I am certainly of the light, a steward ready for what truly will be the final fight. It was Daenerys’ will to live that called me to her side. As soon as I felt her reaching for The Raven, I tore through the universe and warmed her wound. Healed. Ready to rise again.

Higher.