The Northern Dragon

CH 5: FIRE CANNOT KILL A DRAGON

Rhaenys looked all around her in fear as only darkness surrounding her form, shadows moving around and wailing in pain. Suddenly, the shadows began taking human forms, but what they turned into terrified the Targaryen even more.

She had just been sleeping seconds ago in her new bed, resting peacefully between the covers and the wind of the night blowing the curtains around her bed. Then, for no rhyme or reason, she appeared in this dark void. This dark void which felt so real.

One turned into a headless Ned with fire burning his body. Then came Catelyn, her throat slashed open and eyes red from crying. A man appeared with the head of a direwolf and arrows piercing him and blood pouring out his chest.

At first, she didn't recognize him, until she noticed the fur of the wolf and the crest on the clothes. A dragon and a wolf, something she had made for Robb for if he ever went to war.

Sobs escaped her and she cried, covering her mouth at the horrifying sight, "Oh, Gods... no... no... They can't be gone... Why is this happening...?"

"Rhaenys, you can't trust the Lannisters. They did this to us. They destroyed all of our families and they will come after you unless you take them down first." muttered Lady Stark, barely able to speak.

Robb stepped closer to the frightened girl, his voice somehow being the one to come out, "No one can be trusted. I did and now my child and wife are gone. Winterfell is gone. My family is gone."

"Robb-!"

They turned to dust, their ashes forming a whirlwind around her. Rhaenys covered her eyes with her arms, opening them back up once the wind stopped. But this time she found herself in the throne room, a tall, white-haired man holding a three-year-old girl of the same locks with his back turned to her.

The woman walked closer to the figures while holding a breath, neither of them noticing her presence.

"I love you, Rhae. No matter what happens or what anyone says, I love you and your brother more than you can ever imagine." the man kissed the child's head, the little girl just smiling up at him, not able to comprehend what he meant.

"... Father...?" Rhaenys stepped closer with tears running down. Just as the man began turning around, the scene changed once again.

She was still in the throne room, but this time, everything was in complete darkness as the sun was covered by the clouds. The place was in ruins, the roof was destroyed and snow fell on the ground, covering most of the place. Only the Iron Throne remained intact.

The former princess stared in every direction in pure shock, shocked by the state the palace had been left in, but mostly at whatever the reason was why it happened.

As she stood in front of the throne with narrowed eyes, her hands reached towards it. Just as her fingertips nearly touched it, she heard the sounds of countless steps and shouts. Slowly, Rhaenys turned around, taking step by step, her bare feet not feeling the cold snow, and walked towards a gigantic hole in the wall.

With much hesitation, the girl looked down, only to find an army of dead men, women, and giants with glowing blue orbs, "White Walkers...?"

Her lilac eyes widened even more as a dragon flew right in front of her, eyes just like the others and parts of its body missing. Rhaenys stepped away as the beast roared, only to stop as her body hit something.

Slowly and scared, she turned back and saw him, the Night King.

The man looked down at her with sapphire pools that held no emotion, his cold hands gripping her arms tightly. He felt so cold, something she had never experienced before in her life.