Dragons Fill the Sies

***ARIANNE MARTELL***

Overseeing construction of several small new harbors in the southwest region of her principality, Arianne Martell was accompannied by Maester Ajax, who was a tall gaunt man with a deep voice and an accent from The Westerlands. His eyes were dark silver and his hair a dark blonde like old gold that was passed around far too many times. He made sure to stay close to her while her princess guards walked behind her, looking around for dangers from every angle.

"There was a strange sensation I got when his grace looked at me, Ajax. It was like more than one person was watching and hearing everything I was saying to him. Im not sure if it was my nerves or my anxiety. I understand he isn't a normal king and a self-proclaimed former Stark, but he has this air of sincerity and honesty about him. I wanted to marry him even before he regained the use of his legs. An official royal marriage between our houses would have corrected so many problems of the past. I just don't know why he wants to marry a Dornish girl from a low or new house, how does that help him."

"He might have seen, with whatever powers or gifts he has, that although an official marriage between you two might have drawn Dorne closer to the crown. Even children between you two would have made relations between Dorne and The North strong given his sister's husband has a massive army. But at least a Dornish girl regardless of whichever house she comes from, will grace her people and her princess, by becoming his grace's first wife and Queen of the six kingdoms. Im sure you, like I, can't wait for that marriage that will be attended by noble dignitaries from all over Westeros."

"I suppose as long as his first Queen is a girl from Dorne, I can keep a close eye and ears on her. Have you anymore news to report on the affairs going on in Westeros." Princess Arianne asked.

"Tyrion Lannister, I heard, has just won or is on the cusp of winning against the turncoat faction of his family who tried to assasinate him and his wife and their supporters on his wedding day. Spies and locals who spread the news by word of mouth have described a scene straight out of the worst hell imaginable. Ungodly piles the size of hills, made up of burnt and melted human remains including horses and armor litter the fields. They're calling it the 'second field of fire' and it was all from help from Tyrion's foreign wife."

"I wonder if we should be worried about the little lion's new wife. Have you noticed something maester Ajax. King Bran has married that foreign girl who looks like a Targaryen even though she says shes not one. Queen Sansa has married a powerful prince from an extremely wealthy principality in Essos. He brought over one hundred thousand soldiers including members of his principality. And Tyrion Lannister has assailed impossible odds by defeating an army three times larger than his own, with help from his foreign wife."

"It seems that powerful people in Westeros are breaking from tradition and marying outside the realm, for what purpose? Love, power, influence, magical abilities, whose to say. What's on your mind my princess." Maester Ajax asked her, looking concerned.

"if a marriage between me and The King is off the table, how would a marriage to a foreigner benefit House Martell and Dorne. What do you think Ajax."

"Well my princess if you are speaking seriously, there are a few options that I can think of. What are you looking for specifically, good stock for a future leader, an inventor a warrior, or perhaps something mysterious."

"I would like a man who is strong, powerful, and has all the good markers of a dependable and courageous leader."

Maester Ajax walked a few steps forward, eyes focused, mind lost in deep thought. "There is an island nation in the eastern ocean called Doran. It is a large island ruled and inhabited entirely by men. Now that may seem normal or common by the sound of it, but Doran has no women living on it. We maesters catalog all known and semi known countries, city states, nation states and island nations. This is information brought to us by explorers who bring evidence with them and not just by word of mouth. The Doranese men keep their island populated by bringing and inviting women for a weeklong orgy. When the women give birth to sons, the boys are kept to be raised by the men. If they bear girls, they and the mother leave the island. The women are given gold and jewelry and food as payment and gratitude."

"That sounds rather strange, its a strange custom but not the strangest ive heards" Arianne said.

"Its not their customs I speak of, but their history. Westeros isn't the only realm to speak of non-human tribes and races inhabitting its lands. Doran is a fertile verdant island with rare minerals and in their ancient history, the Doranese men fended off invasions from non human armies coming from all sides of the ocean. Time and time again they lost great numbers but the resistance they put with nothing but sheer will and human strength is almost supernatural. Their armor doesn't cover their entire body, only the most important areas. Gems as big as a mans fist are embedded on to their armor for extra protection. These men are all tall and have the strength of three men. But don't think of them as brutes, in fact, they themselves know they are a very violent and war and warrior based society that they choose self isolation."

"There are changes coming."

"Would you like for me to send out an invitation to a pirate I know that knows one of the Doranese."

"Please do as quickly as possible" Princess Arianne answered softly, eyes looking around at construction going on.

***GENDRY BARATHEON***

Stormsend was as quiet as it normally could be. The storm outside was quiet with few rumbles overhead the darkened skies. The ocean waves crashed endlessly against the rock cliff where the castle was resting on. Gendry had just finished blowing out the last candle in his bedchamber and wrapped himself up several layers of soft warm animal skins. The wooden seals of his windows were sealed shut to keep the winds and rain out with only burning braziers going to keep the entire bedchamber warm this night.

In his peaceful rest he hugged extra pillows close to him and let his mind fall in the world of dreams. He felt not only his mind but his entire being falling as his breathing became shorter and peaceful. He saw various images of the sun rising, the moon rising, the stars normall hidden at day all rising before all turned blood red lke rubies in the skies that fell down to earth or vanished like smoke. The entire world was thrown into suffocating blackness and cold and numbing dread. Then from the celestial heavens, a woman descended carrying a child made of pulsing power. On her descent she stomped dead a hellish looking boar, covering herself in its blood spray. The skies of the world came alive with millions of lightning strikes and a world size dragon sillouhette stared back at him. In the light of the flashes of millions of lightining strikes, he saw a sight that made his blood run cold.

This heavenly dragons produced all of those lightning strikes to put down a same number of black undead hands sprouting up from the earth to attack it.

"You...you look like, you're Catlyn Honors!" Gendry shouted, rushing to her.

Several more infants wrapped in swadling appeared in her arms like stars descending from this dark heaven, one infant was covered in wooden brambles, another was made of flames, one made of coral and the rest with many strange things. As he closed in on her, she vanished in the blink of an eye and stopped when he saw King Bran rise from his wooden chair throne and walk down a road lined with dead trees and black snow falling. He stepped inside of gigantic weirwood tree which closed its trunk when Bran was inside. The tree grew and grew until it dwarfed even the Wall of Ice in the North. Around its body a wooden dragon with a mane made up of millions of tree leaves wrapped protectively around him. From its titanic maw, the wooden dragon blasted wooden spikes at a sea of shadows beneath the giant weirwood tree's feet.

From the same black skies, a company of giant hawks with riders on their backs flew down dropping explosives from under their giant mounts. The explosions rocked the earth beneath, killing what Gendry could only guess were hoards of undead. From the land to the skies and now to the sea, Gendry watched legions of fish men, octopus women and shark children readying and rallying for war against this all consuming evil. The head of these sea people ascended a black throne with a human girl sitting on it and crowned her with a coral crown and gifted her a long foreboding spear made of Lapis Lazuli. At this girls command she summond water spewing sea serpents and storms and tornadoes of water.

Across a foreign land Gendry witnessed armies of men and women wearing suits of armor completely foreign to him. Their war ships were made of gleaming steel and they fired lightning and pillars of fire in the thousands. When he looked down at his arms from rustling that he felt, nestled in his arms, was a little girl with the face of ice staring back at him.

Unable to bear all of these prophetic scenes playing out like a play in his head, Gendry sat up on his bed, sweating and panting. He touched his face and couldn't believe how hot he felt. There was a knock on his doors as he allowed the visitor inside.

"My Lord, me and the boys are sorry to interrupt your sleep, but this great chest has come for you from a far off land. We're not sure who sent it but it came with a lock and key."

"Thank you boys, you may leave me. Please get some rest and keep guards outside of my doors." The men bowed their heads and headed out, closing his doors on their way out.

Gendry first washed his face with some water kept in a indoor well. When he dried his face he unlocked the giant chest and was greeted with several surprises tucked away inside. There were documents tied to different objects explaining what they were and where they came from. There were written descriptions and drawings from none other than Arya herself.

"I tried to mark these documents and pieces of artwork in order, don't judge me on my artistic skills, I tried and did my best. There is a land west of Westeros and its called Kensland. When I first landed here, the crew aboard the ship I was on refused to dock so I had to swim to shore. The eastern part is all beaches and jungles filled with giant armored insects both the flying and land types. The north of Kensland has a mountain range made of red carnelian mountains with trees with trunks as black as night with black and white leaves on its branches. Gendry, there are no humans besides me on this entire continet. In the center there is a giant city of crystals and gems with 'people' as tall as two men. The men and women are all porcelain skin, muscular and beautiful. Their hair are of different colors that glow at night, like their eyes. A young boy no older than a young man, found me and took me to see his city and how their people live. We all heard stories of how The Targaryens and Velaryons were the last families of Old Valyria. This city is what The Children of The Forest should have been if men never came to Westeros, they could have had their own Valyria. But this is not Valyria, there are no dragons here but in place of them there are other more fantastical beasts. In the south of Kensland there's a village made up entirely of women who look and act human by day, but at night they all turn to beautiful swans that fly around the night skies and come back to their homes before the sun arrives. When one of them becomes pregnant, they are unable to turn into swans until the babe is born. On a nearby peninsula there lives one eye giants who fight off invasive giant crabs as large as boulders. They enter into the caves of giants to eat and sleep or form a nest for their mates."

Gendry pulled out several items after analyzing the drawings Arya made of the setting and inhabitants of the locations she visited in Kensland. A giant claw the size of his arm was the first item he pulled out. There was a tiny note stamped to the claw. 'these beastly crabs can crush stone with little effort.' the second item was something terrifying indeed. A giant eyeball twice as big as his own head encased in a glass container. On the note it read 'cutting open the giants eyeball and bathing the liquid over a dying person can rewrite their impending death as a dream one single time, sparing them The Stranger's grip.' the next item he pulled out was a white feather as long as his entire arm. 'this feather came from one of the swan maidens who dropped her feather when she transformed in the dead of night to join her friends. Brush the tips over your closed eyelids and you will drift into a deep peacful sleep.'

Gendry pressed the Arya's documents and artwork close to his heart and sobbed quietly, wishing she would come back already.

***DAENERYS TARGARYEN***

Daenerys sat on a crystal seat with the chief of the city sitting in front of her on a wooden chair with serpentine dragons wrapped around the legs and backrest.

"Tell me, Daenerys Targaryen, why do you think you were brought back to the world of the living and I will tell you the correct answer.

"I believe I have an unfinished and yet to be fullfilled destiny of taking back my birthright. It was taken from me when Jon--"

"STOP. I have to stop you right there. Already your incorrect. Let me tell you what would have happened if you stayed in Westeros. Drogon is the last living dragon in all of Planetos, his species's survival trigger would have kicked in and he would have laid a large batch of eggs of about twenty. Any lord or lady who opposed your rule and claim to the throne, you would have burned alive or hanged or beheaded. No man, not even Jon Snow, would marry you so you looked to a foreign monarch who had enough soldiers to conquer three nations, something not even The largest Dothraki hoard could hope to accomplish. You become pregnant later in life and you give birth to a son, he marries a popular Dornish girl and they become new dragonriders including his non Targaryen Dornish wife. Their children marry Lannisters and Starks and their children become dragonriders too; essentially perpetuating the same cycle which would hav inevitably lead to another Dance of The Dragons."

"No, how, that can't be true. How can you know all of..." Daenerys, with her new set of eyes could see something different about the chief himself. His body seemed to be made of frozen sparkles of sunrays the shined beautifully. Deep down she knew his words were all true, she knew it so well she could feel it in her skin that it was all true.

"How can I know for certain? The sun has and continues to breathe life into each new life that was born in this world. It leaves their bodies as quickly as it entered them upon death. The Moon was an earlier body of Death, watching, recording and taking the souls of the dearly departed. The sun is a protector, a judge and one of the first bodies of The God of Life. Its entire knowledge spanning eons of times long forgotten is all mine. Later in life The God of Life crystalized into a new form where it could keep watch over its devotees, followers and worshippers and anyone who lives to shed light on darkness, drive out the freezing cold and cast out shadows. I currently serve as its voice in the world. I can read your every heartbeat and each one says no, it wishes it could return back to Westeros right now. Let me tell you what will happen if you act now. The Stranger will be forced to act and will strike Drogon dead before it could reach Westeros and your soul will be taken by him."

"The Stranger? are you talking about the Death God?" Daenerys asked him.

"The God of Life or The God of Death, both are spirits and are neither male or female. Sometimes one is depicted as male and sometimes the other as female. The Stranger is no mere God of Death, it is Death itself but its also change, peace, sleep and destruction. You may not have believed in your previous life in the old powers, but these two are the two principal governors of what we call being alive and dying. You once told Jon when he came to Dragonstone to ask for your help against the army of the dead, that you didn't believe in any gods, myths or legends, only in yourself. And look where belief in yourself lead you...to your death."

Daenerys remained silent, staring at the chief.

"There is a final war between two opposing forces, Daenerys. The God of Life and Death that I spoke of, those two had a child that manifested into our physical world to maintain balance. And now that child has rebelled and seeks to plunge the entire world into an abyssal dark where it will reshape the world into its likeness and in order to do that, it plans on exterminating all life wherever it breathes and lives. In the ancient past This Child of the Gods rebelled several times, always sending out emissaries or avatars of itself only to be put down by The God of Life and its own agents or heroes. Now The Stranger seeks to put an end to its only child the only way it can, by way of using your ancestor, Rhaenyra Targaryen, to birth seven children by seven different men. Each child will ride and command one of seven heavenly dragons The Stranger has gifted her. However these dragons are unlike Drogon, when reached to full adulthood, each dragon will be long enough to cover the skies. Imagine tying ropes around a ball."

A look of terror crossed Daenerys face. "Those don't sound like heavenly dragons, they sound more like monsters. Dragons large enough to cover the literal skies...how can anything like that be good or heavenly."

"My daughter, their size may be terrifying, but they reflect the size of their true enemy, The Child of Darkness, slumbering atop the world."

"But why bring back my ancestor, why not use someone like me."

"Because Rhaenyra's death was premature and not written to happen in the book of life and death. Her death was not ordained and as she was also offered up to The Stranger, her God is using her and Bran Stark, her husband, to wage one last and final war against its wayward and renegade child. In life Rhaenyra was destined to bring about great changes, but instead her brother Aegon ii lived and an alternate route in history was made. As for why you weren't chosen, its because you were doomed to die and be remembered for being no different than your father. But the truth as it stands now is that you were given a second chance to either help Rhaenyra and her cause like so many others are being called to do or be a non combatant and live a normal life with your last dragon, a husband of your choosing and your future children who will become the next God of Life's avatars to usher in a new age of Life."

"What do you mean by 'a husband of my choosing'?" Daenerys asked the chief, anxiety clinging to her voice.

"You still love Jon Snow, Aegon Targaryen, despite him killing you. Even now I can see how your breathing picks up as I mention his name to you. Your pupils dilate and your palms become sweaty. Other parts of you are becoming...aroused. If you want him, get on your knees, commend your soul to The Sun, your new God and beg her with all of your might that you want Aegon Targaryen and she will deliver him to you. However, before you go kneeling, you should know that he has a wife and two daughters. If you make that choice, you will be ripping him from them and ripping them from him. Make your choice right now Daenerys Targaryen!"

She closed her eyes and tears rolled out of her tightly closed eyelids as her mind became lost in guilt. She clenched her fists and curled up on her seat as light sobbing gave way to heavy crying. As much as she hated Jon for taking everything from her, she could still look past all of it only because he was the last living male Targaryen.