Bringing the Dawn

XLVII.

Rhaenys Targaryen

The Summer Sea, 300AC

From the moment she closed her eyes, the only thing she saw was fire. Searing hot fire. All around the grass, climbing up the walls where people had stored food or clothing, raining down from above in massive streams. Feeling the warmth of the flames wrap around her like a fur blanket on a cold day. Reaching out to touch them and watching them dance in amongst her fingers as another jet rained down from above. Snapping her head up to see the silver and blue dragons taking it in turns and watching as people jumped from the walls surrounding the massive castle which most of its walls were already melted from the last time a dragon had encountered it.

A flash of black curls came into her focus and she was about to call out but realising there was no way he would've heard her from where he was. Noticing there were two others with him but neither of which she got a good look at to find out who they were exactly. An array of colours surrounding as she realised that the flames were laced with small flecks of silver and blue like the dragons colours- something which was written but many ignored due to their being no proof since the last dragon died more than one hundred years prior.

"Please."

The voice was not one she recognised. Soft and high like it were that of a child. Frantically looking around for who could've made it but realising she was now surrounded by a wall of fire. Beginning to walk through it but feeling a sharp pain in her arm when she came into contact with the flames but she pushed on. It was no use. The entire outer section castle was alight. People running to escape the flames and feeling someone grab her by the hips and yank her into the air. Fighting as much as she could and trying to turn to take in their face but it was of no use. Clawing at who had dared to lift her from the ground and letting out a hissing sound. Whoever it was running to escape the blazing inferno and trying to ignore the screams of people burning to death as another jet of flame rained down from above.

Rhaenys blinked and realised the heat was no longer as bad as it was previously. Looking down to her hand to see what the damage was and seeing black fur. What? Confusion welling deep inside of her but she had little time to think as one more jet of flame rained down from above between where she and her captor were. Both dragons moving in a circular motion and cutting off the outside from the only castle this monstrosity could be- Harrenhal. She began fighting to be set free again, being placed on the ground and preparing to go against who it was who dared to grab her, hissing loudly as she did.

"Really? That's the response I get? I free you from Kings Landing then free you from a castle on fire and you hiss and scratch at me? Stupid cats."

Confusion overcame her again at this, noticing now that the person who'd grabbed her was a young girl. With long dark brown hair with a wiry frame.

"We need to run Arry, now! Before they notice we've gone!"

The young girl huffed loudly and Rhaenys recognised her now and finally understood what was happening. She was in the cats mind, but this was the first time she had done so when she wasn't trying to do so. Letting out a yelp as she was picked up again by the girl she now knew was Arya Stark to somewhere she knew nought.

"Rhaenys!"

Her eyes snapped open and jumped back in fright at seeing Mychelah and Sansa looking down at her worriedly. Feeling her body covered in what she assumed was sweat. Shivering a little as the heat from the flames was replaced with cold wind of being on the ship headed for Qarth where Quaithe was adamant Daenerys would need help in the city, help only blood of the dragon could assist with. Where the masked woman had gone she knew nought, she hadn't seen her in well over a year and beforehand only ever saw her every few months. Remembering her words.