"The who's who of "Who's that?" is poised for the attack
But my bare hands paved their paths
You don't get to tell me about sad
If you wanted me dead, you should've just said
Nothing makes me feel more alive
So I leap from the gallows and I levitate...
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"So I leap from the gallows and I levitate down your street Crash the party like a record scratch as I scream "Who's afraid of little old me?" I was tame, I was gentle 'til the circus life made me mean "Don't you worry, folks, we took out all her teeth" Who's afraid of little old me? Well, you should be"
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𝓼𝔂𝓷𝓸𝓹𝓼𝓲𝓼
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Emily Grace was a girl with long brunette hair, blue eyes, over weight, and in most people's opinion; ugly.
But she made up for it with her big heart that only those around her knew about. She was quiet with people she didn't know, and loud and blunt with those she did know. She loved reading and listening to music and watching TV with her mom.
She was 18 when she was walking to work one morning and fell down the large concrete hill/driveway of the place she worked, and busted her head, causing her to bleed out. When she woke up she expected heaven or hell or something, but she didn't expect what she got.
She didn't expect to be in a large boiling bath that didn't so much as turn her skin red, and she definitely didn't expect to see Daenerys Targaryen looking back at her in a mirror when she got out of the bath.
She knew right away she was going to change things, more or less. She was going to let her husband-to-be die, he might have been sweet enough, but he was unpredictable, and was still very savage. So were his men of course, but to a lesser extent. She was never getting with Jon, and she'd keep him as an ally... till she knew he couldn't be trusted anymore. She wasn't letting Missandei out of her sight when the day came that she was supposed to die.
She was going to do better, and accomplish everything that the original Daenerys had ever wanted.
And maybe she found love along the way...
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I do not own Percy Jackson, or Greek Mythology, Harry Potter/Hogwarts/ Marauders nor any characters, plot, or dialogue. They all belong to their rightful owners and creators. I do however own the plot, and dialogue I created for my OC's and the storyline that appears in this story.
Stealing it will be considered plagiarism and won't be tolerated. If you are inspired then please at least let me know before you do anything.
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This story contains mentions of violence, injuries, and blood and mature language and content (smut). If this content causes you discomfort, continue with caution (a warning will be put at the top of any part that includes certain topics if necessary)
