House of the Undying Part one
Daenerys: A mother never abandons her children
I looked up at “The House of the Undying”, which by the looks of it was nothing more than a simple tower, no windows, and from my observation no doors. My heart was in my throat as I climbed the steps. Kovarro said, Vaes leisi, zhey khaleesi. Me nem nesa, “A house of ghosts, khaleesi. It is known.” Kovarro continued, finne loshaki? “Where are the guards?” . Ser Jorah responded with, Vo loshaki. Moveki addrivi k’athmovezari, vo ki tawakofi “No guards. The warlocks kill with sorcery, not steel.”. Azhi morea kis tat. “Let them try.” I said. Ser Jorah, was making his usual disproving sounds, as we made our way towards the entrance. Grabbing his hand, I said “I am strong enough to do this”, even if I was terrified.
Pyat Pree, met me at the doorway, in his hands he held a small glass, it was filled with the peculiar blue liquid, I had heard so much about. The warlock, looked deep into my eyes, “Shade of the evening, Mother of Dragons” “You will drink it, if you wish to see your children, see your destiny…your truth.”, Startled by his demand, not knowing if this drink was poison or some dark magic, that may very well kill me, I knew I must, or I would never be allowed to enter. Ser Jorah spoke up “Khaleesi, do not…please, do not drink this, let me go, I’ll find your dragons.”, I snapped back, enough! This is no different, than when I walked into the flames. Please have faith in me and my magic, this journey, I must take alone. Pyat, had vanished, leaving us alone in this never ending labyrinth. I held the blue drink, up to the sun, the glass sending tiny shafts of blue light across my face. Taking a deep breath, I swallowed it back.
At first the taste was sour, but then it changed, tasting sweet like honey and home and Drogo’s lips, like everything I’d ever loved. Immediately I felt it’s affects. I began walking around the tower, Ser Jorah and Kovarro following me, trying to keep up. I finally heard them, crying and hissing, calling for me. Racing around the tower, using their cries as my guide. A door appeared, I entered, and started up a short staircase, Ser Jorah was screaming my name outside, he could not get in and I could not get out, for the entrance was gone.
“What is this magic? “Some kind of sorcery?” “You wanted me, come and get me! You, afraid of a little girl?” I screamed. With caution, I walked down a long corridor, only my torch to light the way. This place had once been opulent, judging buy the woven rugs and faded tapestries, time had clearly taken it’s toll on this “house”. Door after door appeared on both right and the left, some open some shut, all mysterious. A strange voice called from somewhere in the darkness, “The right, always the door on the right, up never down. Daenerys…Daenerys,…mother of dragons, daughter of death … child of three … slayer of lies, bride of fire …”, Only the beginning I thought, and I had already grown tired of the riddles. The door ahead, had smoke seeping from beneath it, the smell of charred meat and burning coals, filled the air. I opened the large oaken door, with caution, not sure of what I might see. Within the rooms confines, a slumped over King, with the face of a wolf, sat upon a throne of bloodied bodies. To the left, sat another King upon a a throne of raw steel blades, his eyes and hair a silver gray, he proclaimed to an empty room, “Let him be king over charred bones and cooked meat. Let him be the king of ashes.”. The Dragons called, I would not find them here. Continuing down the dark hallway, yet another door, only this one was open. Inside a man, who looked much like Viserys, but taller sat on a bed next to a dark haired woman, nursing a babe. The woman asked if the silver haired man if he would sing to the baby, he replied “He has a song. Darling, he is the prince that was promised, and his, is the song of ice and fire.” just then he looked up at me, directly into my eyes, he could see me, he said, “Daenerys, the dragon has three heads…remember…remember who you are”. I wanted to speak with him, who was this silver man, who was the dark haired woman and who was this prince? Drogon’s screams grew louder and I knew I had to press on. Turning back to face the long hallway, only one door remained, heavy and laden with rubies and gold. It opened, into a large throne room. Entering the room, my skin covered in goose pimples. My feet slid across a snow covered floor, in fact everything was covered in snow. An Iron Throne perched atop a platform, only no King sat upon it, only snow, was it real?
The ceiling was charred exposing a a heavy gray sky. Strange voices began whispering “we know…the shape of shadows…morrows not yet made…drink from the cup of ice…drink from the cup of fire…mother of dragons…child of three…three heads has the dragon…three fires must you light: one for life and one for death and one to love…three mounts must you ride: one to bed and one to dread and one to love…three treason’s will you know: once for blood and once for gold and once for love…daughter of death, slayer of lies, bride of fire…” Then silence, leaving me with more riddles. What is the significance of three? A booming sound, came from the back of the throne room, coupled with the cries of my dragons, pulling back from the throne, I followed the sound.
An iron portcullis had raised exposing a blanket of bright white cold. Moving cautiously, I walked through, to the other side. It was freezing, snow and wind blowing, my eyes were barley able to adjust to the light, after being inside the dark tower.
Shielding my eyes, I turned in a circle scanning the area, surrounding the portcullis, was a monstrous wall of ice, had I been here? It seemed so familiar. “Daenerys” I said to myself “you dreamed of this place”. Pressing on, I saw what looked like a domed tent in the distance. When I reached the tent, it’s walls made up of sand silk, woven grass and horsehide. This reminded me of the tent I had once shared with my beloved, though it could not be, no Dothraki would set foot in this frozen wasteland. Entering the tent, I pushed back a silken drape, it was our home, it smelled of everything I ever loved and everything I had ever lost. Upon a bed of silks and lion fur sat my Sun and Stars…holding our son, was it? Could this truly be?
Khal Drogo: Wake me not from this Dream
I held Rhaego in my arms. The son, I had never had the chance to know. He was gorgeous. I smiled down at him as we waited. I could not be sure how long we sat. Minutes, hours, seconds, days… time had no meaning in this place. Whatever this place was. It seemed so familiar. Seemed like our tent in some ways. Yet it felt so drastically different that it was unknown to me. At times it felt I had sat holding Rhaego for mere seconds, and at other times it felt as if I had held him for many lifetimes. Regardless of how long we sat, I never felt hungry or thirsty. I never felt tired or weary. My son in my arms seemed always content. It felt so great to hold him. To have him safe in my arms, where he belonged. I did not expect Daenerys to walk in. From the look on her face, she did not expect to see me either. “Jalan atthirari anni,” I called her, not sure if she was real. I had been waiting, been longing for this moment. Been longing to see her again. She looked as beautiful as I remembered, or perhaps even more. She walked toward Rhaego and I, looking at us both. She began to speak of dark magic. She thought that that was what had brought her here. Then she said that maybe she was in the Night Lands. It was that moment. My heart broke as I realized she was still very much alive, whereas I… I was not even sure what I was anymore. “Maybe I refused to enter the Night Lands without you.” I told her. “Maybe I told the Great Stallion to go fuck himself and came back here to wait for you.” In truth, that was exactly what I had done. I refused to enter the afterlife without the Moon of My Life by my side. The telling the Great Stallion to go fuck himself part I had added just to make her smile. She had a sadness in her eyes, and I couldn’t stand to see her cry. How I loved that smile. It worked, and she graced me with that gorgeous smile I had missed so much. She sat next to me then. It warmed my heart to feel her so close again, to see her smiling at Rhaego and looking at him, taking his face in her hands to get a better look. Her smile only grew as she looked at our son, yet the sadness was still there… and I soon realized why. Maybe this was a dream. Maybe I had wanted to see her so badly that my mind was playing tricks on me. Whatever this was, the sadness in her eyes told all. I realized she couldn’t stay. My voice broke with the realization that I had to let her go. She had a difficult journey ahead of her. I saw how it pained her to lose me again… to let me go once more. “You are the Moon of My Life. That is all I know… and all I need to know. And if this is a dream… I will kill the man who tries to wake me.” I could see in those beautiful eyes that she still loved me as much as I loved her. I could find no more words then. I knew that even had I tried to find more, it would not change the fact that she had to leave. If I tried to speak again, I knew I would break apart. So with my eyes I tried to show her all my love. I tried to reassure her that when the time came, I would be here, waiting for her. She held my face a moment. She lightly kissed me, saying words I did not know, yet I understood.
Instead, she said her goodbyes to me and our son, and with a determination that made me proud, stood and left. As she vanished out of the tent, I felt my heart break all over again. I felt as though I were dying again. I felt so many things at once, and then the feelings all faded, leaving nothing but the devastated feeling. She was gone, still among the living, and I remained here, consumed with longing, until I could be reunited with my love once more.
Daenerys: Undying Love, Unwavering strength
“Drogo” I said, tears filling my eyes my legs becoming weak, “Jini athmovezar qoyi ven athmovezar fini fich yera anhoon fini fich yera anhoon hatif”This is dark magic, like the magic that took you from me. Drogo held a baby in his arms, was it my Rhaego? He was no monster, he was beautiful. Pale, with dark smokey eyes and black hair, his eyes were dark pools, I wished to know what secrets they held. Drogo, reached out, grasping my hand, pulling me down into his lap, Rhaego, gripped my finger and pulled on my hair, cooing and smiling, he seemed so real.
Shekh ma shieraki anni, “My sun and stars” “Ishish anha drivak vosma anha ray nesok mae vos. Ishish anha ma yeroon she Rhaeshi Ajjalani. “Maybe I am dead and I just don’t know it yet. Maybe I am with you in the Night Lands.” Drogo responded with, Ma ishish anha zajje emralat Rhaeshis Ajjalani oma yeroon. Ishish anha ast Vezhofaan memé jifo hilee ma anha jad jinnaan haji ayolat yera. “Maybe I refused to enter the Night Lands without you. Maybe I told the Great Stallion to go fuck himself and came back here to wait for you.”. I gently leaned, placing my face against his and said, Jini vena tikh meyer jif ti.“That sounds like something that you would do.” Drogo, told me once more that “I was the Moon of his life, that was all he knew, and if this was a dream, he would kill the man who awoke him.”. In that moment, I wanted to be dead, I wanted nothing more than to be with them in the nightlands, forever. Quietly sharing our time together, I cherished every second. I know not if it was real, though it felt real to me. Closing my eye’s, I said to Drogo, Anha thirak athiraride yeri, shekh ma shieraki anni “ I dream of you my Sun and Stars”.
The moment was cut short, as Drogons screams rang through the tent, he needed me, I knew Drogo, was strong enough to wait for me. Turning back, I leaned into Drogo and pressed my lips against his, tasting my own tears and remembering how much I truly did love him. I looked into his eyes, repeating the last thing I had said to him, before I released him, “When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east. When the seas go dry and the mountains blow in the wind like leaves, then you shall return to me, my love.”. Turning to the tiny child, who looked at me with more love that I deserved, I kissed his little hand and whispered, “I’m sorry”. I stood up, and let go of the life could have or would have been, my heart in broken. I thought I would fall or turn back, I wanted to with all my heart. The screams, my living children called, I could not let them die here alone.
This time around, the icy wall was different, a small blue rose was seemed to be blooming from a tiny crack. As I reached out to touch it, the faint voice of a woman, said “Promise me…Promise me Ned”, I knew of only one Ned, Lord Eddard Stark, Hand of the King, the man wanted me and my child dead, what had this to do with me? The portcullis had disappeared, only a small studded door remained. I entered a round stone room adorned with arched doorways, in the dead center was a pedestal, my dragons in iron chains, attatched to the stone.
They cried and pulled at the chains, how was I to free them, with no key. Behind me appeared Pyat Pree, smiling, he said “They miss their mother, they want to be with you. Do you wish to be with them?”. Another Pyat answer back “You will be with them, when your dragons were born, our magic was born again” “Our magic is strongest in their presence and our magic is strongest in yours”. Then a third Pyat entered the round room, he said “You will be with them, through winter, summer and winter again. Across a thousand, thousand seasons, you will be with them, As we, will be with you until time comes to an end.”, They had chained both my wrists, pulling the chains until my arms were outstretched. The dragons behind me, were growing visibly angry, speaking a language, only I knew. All three Pyat’s said in unison “Welcome home Daenerys Stormborn”, I snapped back, “This is not my home, my home is across the sea. My people await my return” Pyat replied, “they will be waiting a long long time”. “Drogon, Dracarys!” (Dragonfire) I said. Drogon looked at Pyat, as if he was a piece of raw meat. Then Drogon, released a cloud of hot smoke, his gold, molten eyes gleaming with pride. Pyat’s mouth twisted, he looked both amused and frightened, at Drogons “trick”. Then Drogon let out a blast of flames, Viserion and Rhaegal followed, setting the room and Pyat Pree ablaze.
This was the most powerful I had ever felt in my life, the flames engulfed me, turning the chains to dust, releasing us. “With fire and blood” I said to my boys. One by one they climbed onto me, digging their claws into my skin. A new beginning, we had been reborn.
The tower would crumble behind me, leaving only flames. “Ser Jorah” I yelled, we have important business to attend to. Ser Jorah, smiled, “as you command my Queen”.
To be continued…
Some parts of this post are direct quotes from the HBO series Game Of Thrones and the book A Clash of Kings by G.R.R.M