The chase had begun. Anakin Skywalker and Daenerys Targaryen were now being hunted by their relentless pursuer, Count Dooku. On an unknown and unfamiliar planet, Dooku was determined to capture them, no matter the cost. Daenerys and Anakin flew on the back of Drogon throughout the rest of the day and into the night, ensuring they put as much distance as possible between themselves and their pursuers. The pair flew in silence, each lost in their thoughts about the events that had transpired.
It wasn't until Anakin Skywalker decided to break the silence. "You showed incredible bravery down there, Daenerys," Anakin stated, his voice cutting through the cool night air.
Daenerys turned her head back slightly to address him. "Thank you, Anakin," she replied, hesitating a bit as she spoke. She turned her head back to face the direction in which they were flying, the stars above them twinkling like distant diamonds in the vast expanse of space.
"Your combat skills and fighting capabilities were amazing," Daenerys said after a moment. "I'm impressed with how quickly you can think on your feet... I just froze," she added, sounding a bit defeated.
"It was an intense situation; there was nothing you could have done. I will say though, you kept your cool fairly well," Anakin complimented, hoping to lift her spirits.
Daenerys responded in silence, not knowing what to say. They flew in silence for a few more minutes, the rhythmic beating of Drogon's wings the only sound.
"I'm sorry about your dragons," Anakin stated, now looking at the back of Daenerys with a sympathetic expression.
Daenerys didn't say anything for a moment and didn't look back either. "The dragons were... are my children. They're the only children I'll ever have," she stated, her voice tinged with sorrow and loss.
There was another awkward silence before Daenerys ended the conversation. "I'm sorry about your clone troopers," she said, the last thing either of them said to each other for a while.
After more hours of flying on the back of Drogon, not knowing where to go, Daenerys decided it was time to find a place to rest for the night. She guided her dragon toward a large mountain that loomed in the distance. With a gentle descent, Drogon landed softly behind the rocky formation, hidden from view in case Dooku's ship was close behind them. Using force, Anakin leaped off the dragon and onto the ground. He offered a hand to help Daenerys dismount her dragon.
Once on solid ground, they both took a minute to catch their breath. The battle had taken a toll on them both physically and emotionally, and this was the first time in hours that neither one of them felt so tense. Daenerys then turned her attention toward Anakin. "What do we do next?" she asked him, her voice laced with exhaustion.
Anakin, who had found himself in similar situations before, thought carefully. "First, we need to find civilization, if there is any on this planet. We'll need food, water, and a way to contact the Jedi Council for reinforcements," Anakin said, his tone pragmatic.
Daenerys nodded in agreement before asking, "How do you know they won't try and kill me and whatever remains of my forces if we can get them to come?" Daenerys asked, her concern evident.
"I'll ensure that you were also a target of Dooku and that we had to face them together. You don't seem like you would attack me now anyway, so I have no reason to tell them the rumors were true about you," Anakin claimed, trying to reassure her.
Daenerys just nodded. "Well, until we can find a way to contact anyone, we should probably build a fire first," she suggested.
They both set to work, finding and gathering whatever wood and dry sticks they could to start a fire. Drogon, ever watchful, nestled against the mountain behind Daenerys, keeping a protective eye on his mother. Anakin and Daenerys sat by the warm fire, the dancing flames casting flickering shadows on their faces. The crackling of the fire filled the silence, creating a comforting, if temporary, sense of normalcy.
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Flames of Fate {Daenerys x Anakin Story}
Romansa"Stepping up behind her, Anakin took on the role of her instructor. His close proximity made Daenerys blush slightly as he gently guided her hands into the correct position to hold the blaster. She allowed him to adjust her grip, realizing the pract...
