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The last thing Gael Targaryen remembered was stepping into the cold water of Blackwater Bay, then letting herself sink down and down. The burning sensation in her lungs as they fought for air, the voices were all muffled - men most likely shouting out her name, trying to find her. As breath drifted away she felt oddly calm and her body sunk into the deep. By the time they had found her, she was a pale mess and completely, undeniably dead.
There was a blinding light, Gael's heart beat fastened as she heard voices. Was this that afterlife she learnt about by the Septa, would she see her siblings yet again. But all hope diminished realising it was voice's she didn't recognise. "Calm, my child." A voice echoed in her mind, groaning in protest her eyes flickered open. "Tessarion, she is not here for your coddling."
What the fuck..? She looked around in confusion, these odd people who looked Valyrian more then her family did somehow. And had this godly presence about them, if this was any other situation she'd admire the gorgeous bodies they wore. "Am I dead?" She didn't know anymore.
"Depends." A huskier, strong voice drawled. "If you wanted too, of course. But you have to hear us out." Sighs came from around, one of the females smacking the one who spoke. "Balerion means we have chosen you, sweet child. A choice, to return and make the world renew." She went to sit up, once she blinked she was standing in some battle field. Glancing around seeing everyone running, someone running through. Up she glanced, her face fell seeing Vhagar and Meleys fighting in the air. Dragon flame whipped around as that black warm blood spat everywhere. Seeing the two dragons slowly descending she gathered her still bloodied gown and ran. Vhagar harshly landed, people who were under would never be identified and all those nameless graves.
Gasping for air, her eyes darted around trying to see what the giant dragon were. Watching Meleys flew over then as she flew over the castle Vhagar jumped from no where, munching down on the Red Queen's neck. Her scream was muffled due to her hand over her mouth, she tried to run over as Meleys' body fell from the sky and landing with a boom. Before she could process the death, her body was sucked into another what... vision?
"Daemon.." She let out, walking towards him. Collapsing to her knees, she unconsciously moved Daemons head on her lap. Rubbing her thumb over his cheek, tears falling. She ran her thumb over the small wrinkles he had grown, this was clearly a future. One she did not like. She let out a muffled sob seeing Caraxes and Vhagar's intwined bodies, no breathing, no warmth radiating from the scales.
Gael never wished violence against anyone more then these bloody Gods, when they pulled her again. "Stop.." She tried to shake her head but what felt like being hit in the face, was getting hit with all these memories that did not belong to her.
"Wed her to me, I want Rhaenyra." Daemon had begged his brother.
"For the one true King Aegon!"
"For the true Queen Rhaenyra!"
"Maegor with teats! Rhaenyra the Cruel!"
"Stop!" She screamed, the squeals of dying dragons echoing in her mind. "Stop.." She begged.
As soon as she was allowed, her legs started and ran. Going through doors, then stumbled into a chamber of some sorts. "Vaegon? Vaegon it's me!" Her voice bounced off the walls but no reply, he was old. His eyes rimmed over a raven that had been sent, tear droplets fell onto the parchment. Gael's hand reached to wipe his tears, but it went through him and she sighed. Her maester brother put the parchment down and left the room. Her hand ran around the table as she moved to read the words. She quickly skimmed. King Aegon II dead, war over, Princess Jaehaera wed to Prince Aegon, Only remaining dragons, Silverwing and Morning.. Sheepstealer and the Cannibal. Gods she was confused.
Without her knowledge, her body turnt and ran to follow Vaegon. She looked around in desperation for her brother, opening a door she came upon maester. "To the fall of House Targaryen, those Incestuous cunts and to the death of their dragons." The other maesters clinked their goblets to each others.
"Stop!" In frustration she wiped thee table clean of wine and goblets but in a blink of an eye they were back as if never touched. "I want to make the world renew.. I wish to rewrite the story."
Breathing heavily, it felt as a weight was lifted from her. Closing her eyes, she waited. When she opened them once again, she cried. Wait, she didn't want to cry. She stared up at the maester who held her, protesting as he cleaned her and wrapped her in some warm fur. Mother, she thought once passed to Alysanne who looked at her with a mix of happiness and sadness. "Jaehaerys look, another daughter." The said King sighed and walked over. "Yes, another daughter. More grey hairs." His thumb ran over her cheek. "Don't worry your old head father, we plan to turn you fully grey before she gives you the chance." The doors burst open, Gael cried again. Alyssa. She hardly remembered her, and she was as much as a beauty as Baelon told.
Watching all her siblings crowd away, she knew she'd do anything to keep them from their deaths. No matter what.