Thread: GoT: Blood And Fire (kingofshadows & darkangel76)

videoyoutube Thirsty...so very thirsty... Daenerys had nearly forgotten what it had been like to go so long without water. She felt a sharp nudge against her shoulder blade as she took a moment to regain her bearings and senses. Glancing over her shoulder, her amethyst eyes locked onto those of the rider who'd poked her. He sneered at her from up above on his horse. How ironic given that she was Khal Drogo's Khaleesi. True, her warrior, her rider might be gone, but his spirit still remained. She could feel him within her, all the things she'd learned while living among the khalasar, embracing life and living for the first time! A shiver ran along her spine when she recalled the jealousy of Viserys and then the satisfaction she'd felt when he'd finally earned his golden crown. It had been a triumphant night, one of liberation and so much more! She could still feel Drogo's victory coursing through her veins and oh how she'd reveled watching it all. I am Khaleesi to Khal Drogo! Dany all but spat in the Dothraki tongue at the kos who only smirked at her words, his hands gripping the rippling mane of his chestnut horse. She wanted to say somethinganythingbut he only laughed. Khaleesi? the rider mused, he circled once, then twice. Khal Drogo lost his honor the day he no longer could ride. The warrior spat on the ground at Dany's feeta mark of disgust. There was no respect in his voice or his eyes. To him, Khal Drogo was worthless and better off gone. You are nothing! Therefore you ride nothing! His gaze hardened and he shoved her along. The trek seemed endless and Daenerys longed for rest, for Drogon to somehow find her. She worried for him, worried that he was managing after everything he endured back in Meereen and thereafter. If only she could somehow tend to him. Anything! But it was no use. She was one and the Dothraki were many. Dany's legs were aching, her body sore and tired as the khalasar pressed onward. She was certain they were taking her to the one and only Dothraki city. The shadow of the mountains kept the sun off their backs as they forged ahead and the Mother of Mountains loomed as the ever-ominous presence that foretold of a future she hardly wished to face. She knew the superstitions of the Dothraki. She'd not be received as a Dosh Khaleen. Day turned to night and into another day. Dany saw the Mother of Mountains grow closer, a sign of impending fate. The mountain seemed strange as it wept black smoke, which billowed and curled, rising high into the sky up above. There were shouts as the khalasar buzzed with uncertainty and the horses neighed and whinnied reflecting their masters' emotions. Finally, Daenerys found herself swept up onto horseback, flung over a kos' lap like she was nothing more than cargo. The Dothraki were worried, stunned. Something had happened. To Vaes Dothrak ! Make haste, riders! Make haste! Dany knew that the one and only Dothraki city was still several miles away, more than likely another day's journey at the pace they'd been traveling. No doubt the smoke had caught the riders' attention and had raised an alarm. Why else would they pick up pace and suddenly find it in their interest to set her atop a horse? It was the only answer. She knew these people, their ways, their beliefs. She'd lived it and she'd loved it. The riding had been hard and Dany felt every clap the horse's hooves made beneath her as they struck the ground like thunder. Their pace was fast, but they still wouldn't reach Vaes Dothrak until near nightfall. Already, she knew they were too late. Something had happened. Something...unnatural. When they reached Vae Dothrak, the great statues of the stallions still stood proud and tall, but it was all that remained of the once bustling city. The men were aghast at what they sawa city, a common home, in ruin. The men got down off their horses and threw Daenerys onto the ground with a hard thud. She did her best not to wince, though she knew she'd bruise. Standing up, she glanced around in awe. Nothing...there was nothing, just fire and smoke and rubble. The entire city of Vaes Dothrak had been rendered to a smoldering cinder. But how? The Dothraki were warriors! Even the Dosh Khaleen whose word was law were capable fighters. No Khaleesi was considered her Khal's lesser. It was the Dothraki way! The place was always teeming with life as various khalasar came and went and it was an unspoken law that no blood was ever to be shed on the sacred ground of their one and only city. In Vaes Dothrak, they were rivals no more, but brothers in arms, a united whole! Just who would do this and why? One of the kos looked over at Dany as she stood up and rubbed her hip. His eyes narrowed and he stormed over toward her, grabbing her arm roughly. You! This is because of you! Dany's eyes widened as she tried to wrench herself free. Unhand me! she demanded. But the rider refused, his grip only tightening. In the distance a voice shouted out, high and shrill in the Dothraki tongue. Voices, I hear voices! A woman stepped out from behind some of the rubble, her face dirty and smudged with blood. She wiped a hand across her sweaty brow and then raked it through her mousy hair. Some of the riders turned toward the woman. You missed it...you missed it all... she cried out, her anger evident. Her blue eyes scanned the newly arrived khalasar and then spotted Dany and the kos holding onto her arm. Immediately, her eyes widened and she ran toward the pair. You! It is you! The Queen of Meereen! Dany tilted her head slightly, snowy white hair falling across her shoulders. Yes and you are? I am Kesselli, Khaleesi of the late Khal Arrokko, Kesselli began. Some of the riders nodded and mumbled, while others sneered in distaste. Arrokko clearly had a mixed reputation. The woman narrowed her eyes toward those who gave her sharp looks. Though, you may call me Kess. I only arrived a few days ago. I was escorted by Arrokko's most trusted bloodriders. I see, Dany stated. Kess was to become Dosh Khaleen like most widowed Khaleesis. There's more, Kess pressed causing Dany to arch a brow. A man. A great man spared my life so that I could relay a message. A message? laughed one of the riders. Kess only nodded, now was hardly a time to trivialize the events of what had happened. These men weren't there when the city had burned, when the children and women were stolen, the men slaughtered! Yes. A message. The queen is to be returned to Meereen at once or else all the women and children will die. Missandei left Grey Worm's room so that he could rest. Her heart ached seeing him wounded and his usual self. He was a fighter no one could stop! Or, so it had seemed. But even the mightiest of warriors could fall. She just hoped things could return to normal sooner as opposed to later. But could things truly return to normal? She supposed not. Everything had changed and so much had happened. Light on her feet, Missandei made her way down the dimly lit corridor until she came upon an ornately decorated door. The wood was heavy as she leaned her weight into it and pushed it open. Peeking inside, she saw both Tyrion and Varys poring over something she couldn't quite make out. Clasping her hands in front of herself, she nodded toward both men. Meereen had been in an uproar since Daenerys had disappeared along with Drogon. The Sons of the Harpy were temporarily at bay, but she knew it was just thattemporary. They had much work ahead of themselves and it would only be a matter of time before they regrouped and struck again and harder. The incident at the pits was the first of many and the terrorists wouldn't make the same mistake twice. The people were frightened and rightfully so. This was unlike anything they'd ever seen before. And how she missed her friend. Missandei hoped that Dany was all right and the both Daario and Jorah would succeedthey had toin finding her! What are you looking at? Missandei asked as she stepped closer to get a better glimpse at what the two men were doing.