MOTHER OF A DRAGON

The waves struck the shoreline, battering the rocks ferociously in an attempt to bend nature and go beyond the beach but their efforts were futile as the waters got drawn back into the sea. The sun hung in the middle of the sky, shimmering down upon the golden sand with majesty so imposing, the ground sizzled and let out steam, threatening to burst into liquid fire. There was barely any wind coming from any direction for the season was summer and the blessing of a cool breeze was almost a dream that barely ever came true in seasons such as this.

Despite the harsh weather and the horrid conditions, life must go on and predators have to eat. That was the case for the flock of vultures that were flying in a circle just above the beach with their sights set on what was potentially their next meal; a fresh carcass of sweet human meat, a true feast, a gold mine, just laying there for them to take.

The birds made their way to the ground and closed in on their food; a naked woman on the beach, with skin as smooth as silk and braided hair whiter than snow; Daenerys Targaryen herself.

She was still; motionless as a discarded piece of furniture and the birds thought her to be dead so they perched around her and when the first one dug its pointy beak into her naked thigh, she opened her eyes, springing upright to a sitting position with a short scream due to the pain of the bird's peck.

She was in shock about her situation and she waved her hands around, shooing the birds away and they all flew off when they realised that their food was yet to be cooked. Daenerys looked around in fear and confusion, unable to recognize where she was. The sand beneath her exposed skin was scorching but she took no notice of it and wasn't bothered by the heat. She got to her feet, continuously looking around, wondering where she was and how she got there.

There was no one around to help her and she knew she couldn't just sit around there and wait for help so she started moving with hopes of getting off the beach and finding some clothes to cover up the majesty of her naked body and as she wallowed across the sand, she was unaware of the severity of her situation but was well on her way to find out.

It took her several hours to get off the beach and find any sign of life. By the time she stumbled onto a farmland with a house far on the horizon that had smoke coming out of its chimney, it was already almost sundown and the setting sun's golden glow painted a light layer of orange across the sleeping bed of grass that spread as far as the eye could see.

Daenerys didn’t know who lived there or whether they would be willing to help her but at that moment, she didn’t care. She was cold, she was itchy, she was naked, she was starving and her body felt like it would give way at any time so she mounted the last of her strength and charged her way to the farm like the conqueror that she was; Queen of the Andals!

She reached the door of the house just as her eyes and feet lost their will to remain operational. She crashed into the door with the full force of her weight and broke it open, collapsing right at the foot of the door and causing the small family that was inside to jump off the chairs that surrounded their dinner table as a tall man who seemed to be the leader of the household took an offensive stance and put an arm across his daughter instinctively to protect her.

“Daddy, who is that woman?” The little girl asked timidly, still cradled by the arm of her father.

“Losha, come take hold of Jye,” the man instructed his wife without once tearing his eyes away from the unconscious naked woman by the foot of his door.

“Teras, be careful,” Losha said as she took the little girl from her father and watched on for what would happen next.

The man slowly walked over to Daenerys, bent beside her and moved some locks of her white hair away from her face so he could see her. He tried to turn her over so he placed a hand on her shoulder but was surprised by how cold her skin was. It was the coldest he had ever felt by touching a person so he knew that she was in desperate need of medical help.

“Losha, this woman is not well. She’s as cold as the ice I carve from Untelu’s peak. Quickly, get a blanket so I can wrap her up and place her by the fire,”

The frightened woman quickly did as her husband had instructed and dashed away into one of their rooms to search for a blanket. As she did this, Teras could hear Daenerys muttering something inaudible, suggesting that she was not fully unconscious. He couldn’t make out what it was so he leaned over to where her mouth was so he could hear what she was saying.

“Drogon! Drogon! Drogon!”

She kept saying Drogon’s name but the man had no idea what it meant so he concluded that she was in shock from being so cold.

“Losha, where’s that blanket?!” He yelled out.

“Here it is, my love! Here it is,” she said as she ran over to him with the cloth outstretched.

He snatched it from her, wrapped Daenerys with it and carried her off the floor and placed her on a Direwolf’s pelt beside the fireplace.

“What else can we do to help her?” Losha asked.

“I don’t know..,” Teras was about to say when he felt her grab a hold of his wrist as tightly as she could.

Her eyes shot open and she gasped as she awoke, like a woman raised from the dead…and in a way, she was! She looked at the people in front of her and didn’t recognise either of them and she instinctively felt like she was in danger and began fidgeting.

“Take it easy, Miss. We’re not going to hurt you. We just want to help,” Losha said with a calming voice.

“Where am I? Who are you?” Daenerys asked, cradling the blanket even more tightly against her naked body.

“My name is Teras and this is my wife, Losha. You are in our home and we’re just trying to help you because you need it. Can you tell us who you are?”

Daenerys stared at the couple suspiciously and then, she saw their daughter behind them and some of her tension seemed to ease up because of it. She relaxed a bit and decided to answer their question about who she was. She searched her entire mind, trying to find her name which had to be buried in one of the endless voids of her brain but she couldn’t find it. She just couldn’t!

“I don’t know,” she said with a dazed look on her perfectly sculpted face, “I don’t know my name. I don’t know who I am.”