-Daenerys pov-

I am walking in the halls of the Great Hall of the Red Keep in the city of King's Landing. Drogon, my last dragon child, stands behind me as I walk up to the throne. I then hear a rushing sound and whip around to see John snow. My face softened, and I smiled at him. "Here's the throne that has been taken from me. Thanks to my dragons, I've reclaimed it." John stares at the throne in disbelief. It all then happens so fast.

Drogon rises on his hind legs, towering over Jon. In beautiful, terrifying tableaux, he roars to the sky, the embodiment of rage. He looks down at Jon. We see the fire build up in his throat. Jon sees it as well. He prepares to die. But the blast is not for him. Dragon wants to burn the world, but he will not kill Jon. He breathes fire on the back wall, blasting down what remains of the great red blocks of stone.

I look over Jon's shoulder as the fire sweeps toward the throne — not the target of Drogon's wrath, just a bystander caught up in the conflagration. I look through the throne's blades as the flames engulf it and blast the wall behind it. I see the throne in fire, turning red, then white, then beginning to lose its form.

He then suddenly showed his head under me and scooped me up. He then flies away to who knows where.

-time skip to middle earth-

-a/n pov-

The ground shakes and rumbles. The sky flares up in flames, and down comes a dragon. No one is sitting on it; it's only the dragon. "What's this?" Thranduil says as he rushes over to his balcony to see what's cussed all the commotion. He stops dead in his tracks when he sees the blood-black dragon. Its eyes prices try him with a cold glare. It then raises its head, and a rumbling voice floats out. "Greetings, elven king. I am The Winged Shadow but call me Daenerys. I have come for aid, for my wings are tired, and I need a place to rest," The she-dragon says.

The king is speechless both of fear and confusion. He then gathers and walks down from the balcony but stays a good meters away from the fire-breathing beast. "Greetings, dragon. I am king Thranduil of Mirkwood. I will say that it's long since a dragon has appeared in this realm. I will give you what you seek." Thranduil says and then calls for his son, Legolas. "Yes, father?" Legolas says as he walks up to his father. Thranduil gestures towards the dragon and Legolas jump at sight.

"You will be escorting this to a place to sleep. We can't have it inside but let it sleep in the forest," the king says, and his son stands still for a few minutes before walking up to the dragon, gesturing to it that it should follow him. Daenerys does as the young prince wants and follows him into another part of the forest that is big enough to hold a dragon.

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Sooo that's was the prologue:) I hope you liked it and will continue to read the story:)

-Saph