Special dedication to Charmed2100 , BlitzMikaelson and ZaraGreenshields .

Arwen Pendragon was the princess of Camelot, the half sister of Arthur Pendragon, Morgause and Morgana, the daughter of King Uther Pendragon and the Lady Vivienne. Like her half sisters, she had inherited magic from her mother but unlike them and like Merlin, she uses magic for good: to protect Camelot and to protect Arthur. She had died killed by Morgana for choosing Arthur over her. But before her last breath, Arwen was able to stab Morgana and kill her for good, using a blade that was forged with a dragon's breath.

When she finally managed to open her eyes, she found herself surrounded by a huge temple hall, she slowly stood up clutching her throat, still feeling the cut. Her eyes curiously observed the fourteen chairs that formed a huge circle.

"I see you're awake, child. " A thick but low voice scared Johanna who turned towards the frightened voice.

Gasping, her eyes widened as she looked at the man in front of her. His eyes were dark purple, his long hair was black, he was quite tall and muscular.

Realizing that he was being watched, he gave a mischievous smile and said " Don't look too much, my sisters don't like other women looking at me."

" I'm sorry. " She whispered hoarsely, lowering her head in shame.

"Ignore him! You died a very tragic death, child." A woman said, as she grabbed her chin and fixed her eyes on her

- I... Why? Where am I?" Arwen said, as she opened her eyes wide, feeling the memories come back.

Arms slowly wrapped around her shoulders, which were shaking with small sobs and a voice said" It's okay now, my dear. You are in our temple, Valar Ñari. We are the fourteen flames, little child."

Arwen opened her eyes wide at the woman hugging her, looking around she quickly realized where she was. Feeling confused, she frowned and hugged herself for some comfort.

"It wasn't your time. We need help, child, and you can be our salvation." The man spoke again.

Arwen lightly bit her lip and looked into his dark purple eyes as she asked "What's your name?"

"I am Balerion, the god of death. I chose you because you are the most powerful sorceress of your world besides Emrys. Your druid name is Hecate after all. You are the last High Priestess of Old Religion. You are magic itself. And you might have just what we need for this quest. Please, child, help us." He said while he knelt down next to her and removed a strand of hair from her face.

"What do I have to do?" Arwen asked fearfully, she remained silent for a long time before taking a deep breath.

"We're going to send you to an alternate House of the Dragon universe. We want you to help us save the dragons and the Targaryens. You'll be reborn there and get a new chance in life." The first woman explained

"All? I have to save all? "Arwen asked with a curious look.

Giving a sideways smile, Balerion said "You will know everything you have to do, little child. From this moment on, Arwen Pendragon died and Reyna Martell was born, daughter of Allyria Martell and Aemon Targaryen."

Arrax approached and with a wave a small cup appeared in Arwen's hands, each god and goddess took a black glass dagger and cut the palm of their hand, letting the blood flow into the cup.

Everyone held their injured hands and formed a circle around Arwen, their voices singing a song that she couldn't distinguish. With a sign from Balerion, she slowly drank their blood feeling her own blood burn.

Panting, she felt her strength slowly leave her body and quickly fell to the temple floor. A hand slowly passed through her hair as she heard a voice saying "Go be happy, my child. Remember who you are, remember your culture and traditions. We will be protecting you from everything up here."

A/N So here the prologue. I thought instead of making the greek gods the ones to make her reborn, it would be cool if she was reborn by Valyrian gods. And the gifs of Poppy Drayton are just in this chapter to show her what she looked like before she will be reborn as a half Martell and half Targaryen.