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Nina Smith hadn’t always been Nina Smith.

That wasn’t even her real name.

Her real name didn’t even feel like her name.

In a kinder world, she would have been born and raised as Carys Jones, beloved daughter of Welsh parents, Catrin and Arthur Jones. Carys would have grown up with loving parents in a small town in Wales with a little sister who would have been born two years after her. They lived close the sea and loved taking trips to the beach.

But this is not that world.

In reality, Carys Jones had been kidnapped from her parents by corrupted secret agents from the Lab by the orders of Dr Francesca Hawk. Her parents fought them off as much they could, but were eventually killed.

Carys Jones was no more.

Now she was 009.

009 had been taken to a secret location in the Isle of Skye where other children had number tattoos on their arms just like her. They also had powers just like her.

Which is exactly why the Lab had taken her. Although, the rest of the children had telekinetic or telepathic powers, 009 only had the ability to heal herself and minor injuries on others (small cuts or bruises).

Or so they thought. Her actual ability was Biokinesis.

It wasn’t just healing – It was much broader than that.

009 was able to manipulate and create living organisms. Meaning that all the people around her were just flesh bags she could use to turn into plants, puddles of goo, erase from existence, turn into bugs/animals or absorb them for extra power. Using the biomass of plants, animals and even humans (including herself). Heal any wound or disease and even resurrect the recently dead. Change the structure of bodies and plants, create plants and even new types of plants never to be seen before.

The possibilities were almost endless.

Unfortunately for the Lab, they had only found that out during the Escape and the aftermath of that.

Those poor, poor doctors and agents. Not.

009 had always been the weakest of the experiments during her “stay” with the Lab. Among the powerful telekinetics/telepaths, her powers were quite lacklustre. Dr Hawk, or “Mother” as she insisted to be called, liked to frequently remind her of this fact every time they “spoke” in the most condescending, patronising way possible with a fake concerned expression on her face.

Bitch.

The other children were quick to pick up on this and bullied her just because they could. Especially 002 – that little bastard. Always thinking he was better than everyone (minus 001) because of his brutal displays of telekinesis during the tests. Why he wanted to please Dr Hawk so much, she’d never know. 009 was pretty sure the woman only saw them as fascinating objects that, while rare, aren’t irreplaceable.

After all, 009 wasn’t the only 009 in the Lab.  There had been a boy before her who used to be 009, 001 had told her once, but he’d died after going over his limits during one of the Lab’s sadistic tests.

What a comforting thought for the new 009.

Due to her supposed “weakness” and lack of progress to see if she could develop any telepathic/telekinetic powers like the rest, the doctors proceeded to conduct more deadly tests for her specifically.

It was then that 009 knew what Hell was really like.

They had her test deadly poisons and sat there and just watched as it was pushed out her system by her powers, her screams of pain ignored. The same was done when they set her on fire, drowned in a bathtub, strangled to death (only to resurrect herself), beaten by the guards, shocked in a metal chair, starved for who knows how long and so on and on it went……

And they just sat there and took notes. No matter how much she screamed or begged for them to stop. They didn’t listen or care.

If she didn’t hate them before then she definitely did after that.

009 would have her revenge. Someday.

And the glorious day finally came after 001 somehow (miraculously) escaped his room (prison) and began killing any doctors/guards/agents he saw.

Till this day 009 still wasn’t sure if he’d planned this with the others because they too had soon joined him in the resulting blood bath.

Wasting no time, she too joined her “siblings” and deliberately ran towards the guard trying to capture her. The confusion on why she didn’t run away instead was plain on his face but soon cleared when she gripped his bare wrist.

Vindictively, 009 had watched as despair and pain filled his eyes as she slowly caused his skin to fall off, piece by piece. He couldn’t even scream much before she’d gotten impatient and rid him of his flesh, organs and bones. All that was left was a puddle of blood and other bodily fluids as it splattered on the ground among his remaining uniform.

Damn, that felt good.

009 remembered catching 001’s eyes as she continued her revenge while on the way out.

His large blue eyes (which she’d always found kind of creepy) had glimmered with respect and slight awe. She remembered being flustered and annoyed then. All it took was murder to impress him and acknowledge her existence? Really? It was no secret that 001 thought everyone was below him with the exception of 011, who he appeared quiet gentle with.

No surprise there. 011 was almost as powerful as him, despite her young age. He probably thought they were more alike and superior.

Trust him to only acknowledge you when have a sudden power boost. She didn’t need telepathy to know that she just went from useless cannon fodder to powerful (dangerous) ally.

Regardless, after taking great satisfaction in watching 001 kill Dr Hawk (she let him have the honour due to being captured the longest), 009 had left the Lab and never looked back.

For the first couple of years after leaving the Isle of Skye, where the Lab was located, 009 lived on the streets and in abandoned places in the UK, along with 008 and 006.

It was no surprise the that they stuck together, considering that they were closest thing to friends. They had each gotten along during the time at the Lab and 006 and 008 never looked down on her for her “weak” power.

She had tried to get them to leave or go her separate way, but the two always found her again or stuck to her like glue. Perhaps it was good thing considering they were just, to the normal public eye, a group of homeless kids wandering the streets in the 90’s.

She was only ten years old then while 008 was fourteen and 006 was eight.

It had been near the end of September when they’d left and Winter was soon to come. 006 made sure they stayed warm with her Pyrokinesis and even helped with the cooking. 008 kept guard and made it easy for them to be left alone using her Telepathy. Her illusions really came in handy when running from the policemen or thugs.

009 was in charge of food and healing. As disgusting as it was, she was able to gather all the rotten/uneaten food and make it new again, with no germs or anything. She’d first tested this on a rotten apple core, grabbed it with her hand and watched her powers erase all the rot, making it shiny and whole again before her very eyes. The left-over meat in the rubbish bins were trickier than the plants but she’d succeeded in the end.

It was fascinating to watch wasted/rotten food become new again because of her powers. She could even create her own fruits and vegetables! At first, she’d had to use biomass from another organism such as another tree, plant or animal to change it into the desired fruit/vegetable/meat she wanted. Now, she could create it from nothing due to her finally having more exposure to the Sun. Apparently, by absorbing more sunlight, she gained more power (like a plant) and thus allowed her powers to advance. 

009 felt proud. She’d always been the weakest.

Take that Dr Bitch! Whose weak now?

She only needed Sunlight to heighten her powers, and those bastards never knew. How could they? Dr Bitch had them all “safely” tucked into an underground base. For their safety, of course. Not.

The sudden boost she got during the Escape was due to the amount of stress from the tests of torture that her powers has finally lashed out when she desperately needed them.  

Now looker at her, years later, she’d finally mastered her powers but had no need of them other than when dealing with a random (unfortunate) agent sent from the Lab.

Because of course they’d want their “property” back.

Assholes.

No doubt they’d sent more after her for her “immortality”.

It occurred in 2003, she was only 21 then and had faced off against at least 20 agents all by herself. 006 and 008 had gone their separate ways a year ago so they weren’t there to help.

Those damned Lab agents had cornered her somewhere in the British countryside on her way to Wales, away from the public eye. Of course, they would. Bastards.

Unfortunately for them, 009 had mastered using he Biokinesis without the requirement of touch. So, it was pretty easy to control their bodies like puppets, her hands waving like a conductor as she slammed them into the ground or threw them in the air.

They did put up good fight though. Their weapons had some major updates and these agents were more, if possible, relentless than the rest. They brought that fucking shock collar for her!

One of them got too close for her liking with that damned collar, so 009 had him choke on his own blood as it filled his lungs and watched his face become a blood fountain.

It was last agent that gave her most trouble.

He was silent, never getting distracted by her taunts, and quick on his feet so she was too slow to grab him with her powers. It was pissing her off along with the stupid thunder storm that randomly showed up. At last, 009 had him in her grasp after controlling the tree roots underneath him and had his body squeezed like an orange.

Not a pleasant sight. But she was used to it.

009 had landed in a nearby pond when the last agent had died and was just coming out the water when a bolt of lightning struck her directly and all she saw next was blackness.

Thankfully, her regeneration powers had healed her up quickly before anymore Lab agents showed up. She checked her body for any remaining injuries but felt fine. Great even.

She was not fine……per say….

Ever since that day, her body had stopped aging suddenly. At first, 009 had thought her powers had slowed her aging. But, after a better examination, she noticed her cells regenerating rapidly since that day…..and was now stuck as 21 year old.

Thank God for her shapeshifting abilities. Using her powers to modify her body, she’d changed the colour of her hair, eyes and even facial features. Skin colour was too hard to do due to it constantly regenerating to the point where even a light tan was impossible.

How wonderful. She’d always wanted to be a vampire. Not.

Its 2023 now, 009 currently resided in small flat in Wolverhampton City under the fake name Nina Smith. The first name had been 006's idea. It was the most similar to Nine. That was all she’d said on it when asked why. And that it was pretty. Typical 006. 

Smith was the most generic surname ever so 009 had stuck with it. Anything that didn’t make her stand out was fine. Appearance wise, she’d changed her natural blonde hair to brown and her eyes changed from green to dark brown. Skin was as pale as ever so there was no dealing with that.

All in all, she was just another normal British “21” year old who worked from home, had no friends (besides her Lab siblings) and enjoyed staying indoors rather than going out.

Hmmmm….Isn’t it my day off tomorrow? I’ll grab some donuts from Lidl and watch some videos on YouTube.

Oh, how the Lab doctors would cry and scream in frustration if they saw her now.

One of their greatest experiments, subject number 009, gifted with the ability of Biokinesis, just wants to eat cheap donuts and watch YouTube videos all day.

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“So……is there a Batman around here? Or is he called Manbat instead?”

SMACK!

“OW! It was just a question!”

006 rubbed the back of her head, pouting at 008 who ignored her, marching forward at the front.

009 kept her gaze firmly on the massive trees surrounding them, trying not to smile at her sisters’ antics.  The other extra two companions kept their mouths shut, not wanting to draw 008’s ire as they continued walking through the forest.

Their group consisted of four females and one male as they trekked through the thick forest full of strange, giant trees.

How did this happen? No one knows.

006 was very eager (and giddy) to confirm that they’d been “isekai’d” into the Beauty and the Beasts world.

A webtoon. They’d been transported into a bloody webtoon, of all things. Oh, well. At least there were no more Lab agents after them. Now its beastmen. Great.

009 and her sisters, 006 and 008, had been on their way to Asda for some grocery shopping, when the streets suddenly disappeared and they were left standing in some bizarre forest. It all happened so fast. There was no warning and no way to prevent it from happening. There was no time to panic or brainstorm as they had just landed between an Asian girl and a pack of hungry wolves.

Questions later – deal with threats now.

008 had quickly froze the wolves on the spot by paralysing them using her Telepathy. The wolves were easily dealt with when 009 snapped their necks with her Biokinesis, ending their pathetic lives. 006 had pouted – she wanted to help too. 009 and 008 had given her stern glare, stating how her Pyrokinesis would be no help in a forest. Unless she wanted a start a forest fire.

The three former experiments had then turned back to the forgotten Asian girl who they accidently saved. She had fallen on her ass in absolute shock and was trembling from head to toe in fear. Whether that was because of them or the wolves, they didn’t know (or care).

Since 006 was the friendliest of the three sisters, she had approached the girl in her usual happy-go-lucky way to get some information. When they got to introducing each other, 006 had exchanged glances with her sisters who subtly nodded back. They would use their normal names for now and not their Lab numbers. 009 grimaced at that. She preferred being called 009 than an actual name. 008 had given her a look, since she and 006 both liked their real names, so she agreed.

006 had cheerfully introduced herself as Ava and 008 as Senna, their actual birth names before the Lab stole them away. Unlike them, 009 preferred the fake name her sister chose for her over her birth name. It was the closest to Nine.

So now they were Ava (006), Senna (008) and Nina (009).

The Asian girl has introduced herself as Bai Qingqing, a 16-year-old Chinese girl who, like them, found herself transported from the streets to a wolf-infested forest. With Ava’s sunny personality, Bai Qingqing had finally stopped stuttering and shaking in fear. Now she was in awe of them and even asking them if they were superheroes!

Ava had laughed in delight; Senna rolled her eyes and Nina looked away. Heroes? Them? As if.

Bai Qingqing had blushed in embarrassment and started stuttering an apology but was waved away by Ava who thanked the girl for the compliment with an easy-going grin. The girl tried standing up but was having trouble with her leg, wincing in pain.

Ava had quickly beckoned Nina over since this was her area of expertise. Ordering the girl to stay still with her eyes alone, Nina took off her sock and quickly found the problem. A sprained ankle and some minor scratches. Placing her hand on her ankle, the wounds healed instantly like it was never there. Bai Qingqing had stared at her full awe, standing up easily now, her wide-eyed gaze glued to Nina.

Nina had no time to react to the girl’s hero worship as she quickly looked up to where a large leopard was hidden in the trees. Senna had tensed and Ava stood in front Bai Qingqing like a shield.

Seeing that he was found out, the leopard leaped off the tree, transforming mid-air into a very naked man with leopard ears and tail, landing right in front of them with his back to the wolf corpses.

All four women had one thought. What the fuck?!

Bai Qingqing let out a terrified squeak and cringed, hiding behind Ava. Nina had tensed, ready to defend, but kept her eyes on him. Senna had her hands raised in defence before putting them back down in shock. Her face had smoothed out of any alarm and Nina had concluded that she’d read the leopard man’s mind. But why was she smirking? Did he think something amusing?

Ava had bought her fists up, ready for a fight while keeping the girl safe. Nina was just thankful she hadn’t set anything on fire. Yet.

If the leopard man noticed their defensive positions, he didn’t react to it. Instead, his golden eyes were locked onto Ava. The rest of them might as well had been sacks of potatoes for all he cared. His attention was solely focused on Ava, awe shining in his eyes.

Ah. Now she understood why her sister was smirking. Nina exchanged amused looks with Senna as Parker (the leopard beastman) and Ava were in their own little world, conversing like lovesick teenagers.

Eventually, the couple remembered that they weren’t alone and introductions were made again. The leopard beastman, Parker, seemed thoroughly smitten with Ava that he didn’t even question their strange abilities or clothes. He had tried to claim Ava as his female but was quickly shot down by their threatening glares, remembering what they had done to the wolves and backed off. His ears drooped, with the most pathetic heartbroken look on his face.

Senna and Nina rolled their eyes. What a drama queen.

Ava, on the other hand, suggested that he could court her instead, to see if they are compatible. Parker had quickly perked up, agreed and spun her around in his arms in joy, making her giggle like a school girl.

Since Ava was thoroughly distracted by Parker, Bai Qingqing shuffled over to Senna for comfort and was given an icy glare in return, making her back off with a pathetic whimper. That wasn’t surprising. Senna didn’t tolerate weaklings or cry-babies. Both of which Bai Qingqing definitely was.

Moving closer to Nina instead, remembering how she healed her, Bai Qingqing hovered near her and was relieved when she wasn’t rebuffed. Nina only glanced at her blankly then continued to ignore her, her green eyes on her surroundings. She didn’t dare to hug her arm though, now realising that Ava was the friendly and touchy-feely sister.

Parker had finally put on his loincloth, much to Bai Qingqing’s relief, and they discussed on what to do.

Senna, Ava and Nina decided to head to the nearest civilisation which Parker had eagerly pointed out was his own village, Camel Hump Valley. Bai Qingqing quickly agreed, not wanting to be separated from the sisters and avoided looking at Parker even though he was mostly covered.

This was how they ended up now, walking through the forest to Camel Hump Valley with Senna leading the way since she’d read Parker’s mind, allowing her know which direction to go. Parker had originally wanted to them to ride on him (in his beast form) but his plan was shot down since he couldn’t carry them all. He had then suggested that he could go on ahead with Ava, but was harshly rejected by all three sisters since they didn’t want to be separated.

Senna was at the front, Nina and Bai Qingqing in the middle, and Ava and Parker at the back of the group. Those two were completely in their own little world, blushing and softly whispering to one another.

Bai Qingqing kept quiet, staying as close as possible to Nina, not wanting to left alone in this strange new world.

Nina was silent, taking note of all the alien-like flora around her and comparing it to Earth. There were some similarities, but most were so different. The trees looked familiar on the outside, but their DNA was too alien.

Senna continued walking and contemplated on what to do when they got to the village. Should they stay there? If she recalled correctly about the webcomic, women could only stay with their mates. Could all them live together without the requirement of a mate? She wasn’t opposed getting a mate, but she wasn’t in the mood for romance right now. And what to do with Bai Qingqing? The girl was practically clinging on to them like a needy koala. Senna didn’t want deal with her but Ava liked the girl so she’ll tolerate her. 

For now. 

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Staring blankly at the vast amount of snow, 009 wondered if she accidently died and was sent to Frozen Hell.

Considering that she was knee-deep in snow with icy wind blowing on her face, she dismissed accidental death due to how real everything felt. The snow had started melting around her legs and was soaking her leggings and socks. Disgusting.

Definitely still alive.

Last thing she remembered before “arriving” here, was walking down the street on her way to get some donuts. 009 remembers taking one step forward to cross the road and found herself in snow the next second. It was all so fast. This couldn’t have been done by the Lab. If they were the ones behind this then she’d already be in a shock collar or unconscious. Or both. There were also no Lab agents jumping out to capture her as she stood there in shock.

As far she could see, it seems she was transported to a winter wasteland and surrounded by naked trees covered in snow (just like everything else around here). She’d thought she was in Iceland or Antarctica for a second if not for the pollution-free air all around her.  That was not possible not Earth. Pollution was everywhere, no matter how little. She could always sense it in the air among all the spores and bacteria.

Where am I? And how? Who did this?

009 had many enemies, including the Lab, and couldn’t think of anyone with the ability to teleport instantly. All the other former Lab experiments had powers such as Telekinesis, Telepathy or something along those lines. Her own sister, 006, could only use the pyrokinetic abilities of Telekinesis. She herself was vastly different due to her Biokinesis. No one she knew could teleport.

Another blast of cold wind blew on her face, reminding her that she was just stupidly standing there like an idiot. 009 pushed aside her thoughts on how/why she’s here and decided to find a temporary shelter.  Then she could figure what to do.

Thanks to her Biokinesis, 009 wasn’t affected by the extreme cold. Her powers allowed her to adapt to any environment and her regenerative abilities kept her uninjured and immune. If she were a normal human, she’d have severe hypothermia by now. Especially with her black leggings, pink t-shirt, brown hoodie and converse shoes.

Shoving her hands into her pockets, 009 concentrated on the ground beneath her feet, letting her power flow and watched as the snow in front of her melted away. Grass began to sprout and grow rapidly with different flowers blooming in between.

Now able to walk without the snow impeding her, 009 took a step forward and grimaced as she felt how soggy her socks were.

Whoever dumped me here is going to die. Slowly and painfully. 

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"We are Just Stop Oil!"

009 stared in disbelief as she stood on the street, listening to the lady with the megaphone.

It was one thing to see it on YouTube, but another to see it in person. These clowns in orange vests were now in Wolverhampton, stopping traffic and causing distress everywhere (as usual).

She'd only come out to buy some snacks when a loud, annoying voice caught her attention as she was walking down the street.

Just like on the videos she'd seen, the Just Stop Oil protesters were in their obnoxious orange vests, making a single line across a busy road, blocking all the cars. They even had their own cameramen following them, no doubt making a biased video for publicity.

Attention seeking bastards.

009 may not be the most sympathetic person, but even she felt sorry as she saw a mother scream at the idiots to move because she had to take her baby to the hospital.

"Please move! I have a baby! He really needs to go to the hospital!"

The rat-faced bastard in orange only stared blankly at the desperate mother, not moving from his place next to his fellow protesters on the road. Typical brain-dead assholes.

You would think by 2023, people would have more common sense by now. Staring in disbelief at the long queue of cars with angry drivers honking at the morons blocking the road, 009 decided to do a rare good deed today – getting rid of these clowns.

But first, got to get rid of their personal cameramen.

Her gaze zeroed in on the two men. One was the side, near the front with the protesters, recording everything on his phone like a twat. The other was at the back, with a more professional-looking camera, sneakily taking shots of angry drivers trying to push them away.

009 stood off to side of the street, behind some bystanders who were also watching this clown show, kept her hood up and hands in her pockets, appearing casual. She was pretty sure she was well hidden and no one was paying any attention to her. Not that most would suspect her.

Without any remorse, 009 glanced at cameramen and gave them instant explosive diarrhoea.

“Ugh!”

Cameraman One’s phone was put away quickly as he clutched his stomach, while Cameraman Two dropped his camera without care doing the same. With protesters and drivers still arguing with each other, no one noticed as they paled and hunched over, hurriedly leaving for the nearest toilets.

009 smirked. Now for the rest of these worthless clowns.

Turning her gaze back to the ten fools still blocking the road and preaching their bullshit, she focused on their bodies and gave them an even worse version of explosive diarrhoea and non-contagious chicken pox. She made sure to give them a “special” version of chicken pox, just for them, without the risk of contaminating anyone else.

Startled yelps and groans reached her ears as 009 watched then hunch over, clutching their stomachs and began frantically scratching themselves when massive red spots appeared on their skin.

009 watched in great satisfaction as they ran away crying and hysterical, the drivers confused but cheering as the road was clear once again.

While the symptoms would probably only last a month, 009 still gave herself a pat on the back for getting rid of the rubbish on the road.

Just Stop Oil was an insult to real activists who were actually helping the planet. Antagonising the common people like this was getting them nowhere. Does blocking an ambulance help their cause? No. Doing stunts like that makes you a murderer if a patient died because you blocked a whole road.

They’re not clowns – they’re the entire circus.

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“PLEASE! NOT MY DAUGHTERS!”

Joe’s frantic pleas were met with the malicious laughter of his captures. His little girls continued to sob and scream as the brutes held them down, tugging on their clothes.

He himself was held back, arms restrained and kneeling on the ground, forced to watch these bastards assault his daughters.

“YOU BASTARDS – AAAH!“

He was interrupted by a strong blow to his stomach by one of the other sadistic fucks watching.

Joe sobbed as they jeered at him. His babies were only 14 and 15 years old. He can’t let this happen! He can’t! Come on Joe! You gotta get up! My girls need me! I can’t let them do this! Please God! Save them! Please!

In one world, his prayers were denied and he would be forced to watch as these monsters raped his daughters and then killed all three of them once they’d had their fun. No one would remember them besides being mentioned by the rat-faced bastard, Randall, to Rick Grimes’s group. Joe and his daughters die painfully, unavenged and forgotten.

In this world, Joe’s prayers were answered. But not by God.

He heard a strange cracking and squelching sound before his vision was bathed in red.

Blood.

But not his.

Multiple thuds were then heard as he stared in disbelief as all 20 of the bastards were on the floor, their heads a bloody mess. Like they were smashed by a hammer or something.

But all Joe had eyes for was his little girls.

They were alright. Thank God.

With a sob, ignoring his own injuries, Joe lunged forward and hugged his daughters, who were now crying into his bloody shirt.

“D-Dad! I was so scared! I thought they’d – “

Anna, his 14-year-old, couldn’t finish her sentence and only sobbed harder in relief.

His 15-year-old, Sarah, was staring off to the side, eyes wide and mouth gaping.

Joe ran a hand through her hair in comfort. “Sarah? Honey? What’s the matter? They’re all gone now, honey.”

“She did it.”

Joe blinked. “What? Who are you – “

He followed her gaze and tensed up when he caught sight of another person but grew bewildered as he found a blonde girl (woman? She looked young) standing close by with her arm outstretched, palm facing them and bright green eyes glaring at the bastards’ corpses.

It didn’t click immediately on what his daughter meant or how these assholes suddenly died until the green-eyed girl lowered her arm, aimed it at one of the corpses and watched as it was tossed aside by an invisible force.

Joe gaped and, from the corner of his eye, he could see his kids perk up slightly, absolute wonder in their gazes.

Joe wasn’t an extremely religious man.

But watching as the blonde girl magically tossed the corpses around and off to the side, Joe was obviously in the presence of an Angel.

There world was now full of dead men walking. So, an Angel wasn’t really that hard to believe.

Joe, Sarah and Anna would be delighted to know, sometime in the future, that 009 can actually grow white wings to fly around.

Like an Angel.

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“Well……shit.” She said, clutching her paper-bag of donuts.

009 stared in disbelief.

All around her were ruined buildings, weird looking plants and the ugliest rocks she’d ever seen, sticking out from the ground in odd angles. The toxic air didn’t bother her as much as her ugly surroundings did since her Biokinesis kept her safe from harm. She could feel the poisonous dust in the air trying to kill her but failing.  

Glancing up, 009 noted that even the sky was an ugly brownish colour.

There is no way the Lab did this. Then who? And why is everything so nasty around here? Is this some kind of abandoned area? Why am I here? I was on my way back home after grabbing some donuts! What the fuck is going on?!

Still clutching onto the bag of donuts, 009 contemplated on what to do. Standing here like an idiot won’t help.

Hmmm….This place looks like it would take forever to walk through. A bird’s eye view would help but I’d need to take off some of my clothes for that. My bra, top and hoodie would get in the way of my wings. Or I could just make biomass clothes. It would only look like clothes but no one else could tell. And this way I don’t have my tits swaying in the wind as I fly up.

009 shuddered at the mental image.

While she wasn’t bothered by nudity, flying around topless in a strange place is out of the question.

Sensing a living being behind her, 009 swiftly turned around and froze in shock at the sight.

“ROOOOOAAAAR!”

A massive snake-like creature was slithering its way towards her from a distance away. Its scales were blood red, with menacingly large teeth and bright orange eyes. There was an orange glow on its underbelly, slowly reaching its mouth which opened to release blasts of fire as it caught sight of her staring.

What the fuck is that?

Another loud roar from it snapped her out of her thoughts. This was no time for thinking on its species.

Outstretching her arm, palm facing towards it, 009 focused on its body and slowly curled her fingers.

The fire-breathing snake flinched back, releasing a pained roar and stopped in its tracks, massive body trembling under her control. More pained whimpers escaped from its mouth as it tried to fight against her hold but only caused its scaly skin to tear and bones to break.

009 curled her hand into a fist.

CRACK! SQUELCH!

Breaking all its bones and tearing the body into huge clumps, 009 put down her arm and stared at its corpse.

Walking over, 009 brushed her hand over its massive severed head and was immediately given its information on biology. Its skin was highly resistant to intense heat there was some kind of foreign liquid that helped it breath fire. Interesting.

Glancing around absentmindedly, 009’s breath caught for a moment when she caught sight of some dragon statues. A LOT of dragon statues. They were broken, of course, but it wasn’t hard to guess what they once were.

Ruined buildings? Fire-breathing huge ass snake? Toxic air? Freaking dragon statues?! Is this Old Valyria?! Have I somehow been transported into A Song of Ice and Fire world?! I’m in bloody Old Valyria! How?!

While her thoughts were a mix of panicked/excited, 009’s face was blank of emotions as usual as she stared at a broken dragon statue. Slowly, a small smile appeared on her face.

I’m free. The Lab can’t get me here. I’m finally free!

Her thoughts turned back to her sisters back on Earth, but she knew they’d be fine. They’re strong and she knew they wouldn’t want her to waste her freedom.

Being a fan of A Game of Thrones (besides the shitty plot), House of the Dragon and the lore of A Song of Ice and Fire, 009 was looking forward to living in this new world for one main reason.

Dragons.

The Valyrians were her favourite part of the story. Their whole lore was absolutely fascinating. Besides the slavery, of course. 009 tried not to dwell on that. She blamed the Ghiscari for that. They were the ones who introduced that vile practice to the Valyrians in the first place.  Granted, the Valyrians chose to do slavery, but before that?

They were Dragonlords!

They rode bloody dragons!

How did they ever stop dragon riding? If it were me, I’d be flying on my dragon all the time. Any time. It looks so cool and exhilarating when Daenerys rode Drogon. Or Rhaenyra on Syrax, Daemon on Caraxes and Laena on Vhagar. God, I can still remember how beautiful Seasmoke looked. I’d do anything to have my own dragon!

009 narrowed her eyes in thought, walking towards a severed torso of one of the statues.

One the other side of it was the left-over bones of a giant dragon. A couple of feet away, there were more dragon bones scattered around.

She stared at it. Why can’t I get a dragon? There’s nothing stopping me. I’m not on Earth anymore and could create my own dragon with the DNA from the dead dragons laying around here. Or I could find some eggs like Daenerys. Its worth a try.

With a giddy smile, 009 bent down and placed her hand on the bones.

“Dracarys, Aegorax!”

With extreme satisfaction and pride, 009 watched as three serpentine heads breathed in, throats glowing orange-red, before releasing three streams of blood red flames onto the screaming Stonemen who had attempted to kill them.

Yes, three heads. You heard that right.

If I’m gonna have a dragon, why not go all out?

While some would say her dragon was the Targaryen sigil bought to life, it really wasn’t her first thought when she created him. 009 had been thinking of King Ghidorah from Godzilla: King of the Monsters.

But his lightning breath was tricky to re-create. Hoping it would help, she’d merged the Firewyrms corpse and the bones of the giant dragon together to create Ghidorah. The colouring was right (a lovely gold), scarlet eyes, long three heads and enormous body but…..he could only breath fire no matter how much she tried to change it to lightning.

And so – Aegorax was born.

009 gave up on having Ghidorah and settled with her own unique dragon which she named Aegorax. The name was one of the Valyrian Gods, I think? Can’t remember if he was the father of dragons or the King of the Valyrian Gods. Maybe both? I need to research that later.

Of course, she’d changed the colour of his scales to blood red since didn’t want him looking like some kind of wannabe Ghidorah.

Thankfully, despite her lack of Valyrian blood, her love for her dragon was mutual and he obeyed her without any trouble. He was no obedient, little puppy but he was affectionate and protective with her. 009 supposed it kind of made sense since he was one of her creations. She’d never had a problem with any of her creations before, so Aegorax wasn’t really any different.

Like with all of her creations, 009 could feel the bond between them, of creator and creation. She could feel him in the back of her mind. Love for her, hunger since the Stonemen didn’t fill him up, curiosity for his surroundings, eagerness to fly and annoyance at the pesky Stonemen who targeted his mother.

009 felt her eyebrows rise at that. I guess I am his mother. Sort of. It doesn’t matter that he was made from a mix of the Firewyrms and old dragon bones. I didn’t revive those to two. Aegorax was born from them, but he wasn’t reborn as them. He was an entirely new species of dragon made by me. In a way – born from me too since I’d added in a little of my own blood when creating him.

Looks like she had a son.

A fire-breathing, three headed dragon son.

Oh God, 006 would have loved this.

“WOOOOOOOO!”

009 screamed in delight as she clung onto her makeshift saddle, Aegorax roaring with her, feeling her excitement as they flew above the clouds.

Ah. This is the life. Just me and my dragon. Why the fuck would I give this up for an ugly chair made of rusty swords? The Targaryen’s were definitely mad to turn back their backs on their origins and become Andal lovers instead. You had motherfucking dragons! And you give that up for a kingdom who hates magic, anything not heterosexual, dragons and women in power?! Aegon should have conquered Essos instead of Westeros.

Feeling the wind in her hair (glad she put it in a braid), 009 breathed in the non-toxic air as they flew high above Valyria. Another perk of being in this world – No pollution.

After feeding Aegorax some fat Firewyrms that tried to attack them (like everything else in Valyria), she’d started constructing a saddle made of a mix of wood, vines and leaves. Of course, she’d made sure to enhance it by tinkering with its biological structure. The wood was sturdier, the vines stronger so they won’t rip easily, the same for the leaves and a sponge-like plant as cushions for her seat. Like Hell she was sitting on hard wood.

It wasn’t the dream dragon saddle she’d had in mind, but it’ll do. For now.

Once the saddle was done, 009 had quickly hopped on, giggled excitedly and gave Aegorax the command:

“Soves!”

(So glad she learnt High Valyrian back on Earth).

And that’s how she was now flying through the sky, ecstasy in veins as realised she’d made one of her dreams come true. Aegorax, her wonderful son, went around in large circles so she could look at their current location and just bask in her happiness.

Grateful, 009 brushed a hand over his red scales, sending a wave of affection through their bond which he answered with three happy roars from all of his heads. Such a good boy.

Grabbing the almost-forgotten bag of donuts, 009 picked out a chocolate one and took a bite, a sense of peace and satisfaction filling her at the combination of the sweet taste and the amazing view around her.

Fuck the Iron Throne. Dragon-back is obviously the best seat.

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Flying on the back of a dragon was the best thing in the world.

And even better? Neither I nor Aegorax would ever get tired since my Biokinesis heals up any fatigue and negates any discomfort from flying too long. The benefits of not being a normal human.

009 and Aegorax had left the shithole that was once Valyria behind and decided to just fly wherever they wanted. And with no map to help them, it kind of was the only the thing to do since they had no clue on where to go. Except for one clear rule:

No going to Westeros.

Fuck that place. I don’t even know which Era I’m in. Could be the Dance of Dragons, Game of Thrones, Aegon’s Conquest or even worse……during King Bran the Broken’s rule. Hell no. I may not know where I’m going but I do know that the Narrow Sea is in between Essos and Westeros. So, all I have to do is pay attention and not cross over like an idiot. Either that or look out for the shit smell of Kings Landing.

Both 009 and Aegorax wrinkled their noses in disgust, the bond allowing them to share 009’s thoughts on how bad the Andal-infested city would probably smell. Gross.

Shaking away that nasty thought, 009 once again savoured the feeling of flying, the sun on their backs, and was amused as a passing flock of birds squawked away from them in panic.

She giggled as Aegorax gave them the side-eye with his left head, the middle head focusing on flying and the right rolling his eyes at the dumb birds.

She felt him contemplate on eating them, but didn’t bother since he was still full from eating all those Firewyrms in Valyria.

009 herself wasn’t hungry. With the sunlight boosting her power, which erased her hunger, and after finishing all her donuts, she wasn’t in any need of food right now.

Watching the fluffy clouds pass by, 009 thought over on what to do.

I need a place to stay. But I need a map. Like Hell am I staying in a slave-obsessed area or in ugly-ass Valyria. Or could I? My powers may be able to heal some of the land and clear the air. The predators aren’t a problem. Aegorax could eat them or I could just kill them. But is that my best option? What if there’s a better place for me? Hmmm….guess that means I need to get a map. Somehow. I don’t have any money. Should I steal one? But from where?

009 glanced down as she thought, her superior eyesight allowing her to see the ground more clearly even from up here. Her gaze landed on some ships which appeared to be docked on a small island. Pushing more power into her eyes, she saw some brutes tying up groups of women, children and even some men, dragging them towards the ships.

Slavers. Great. Does that mean I’m near Slavers Bay? Is this before Daenerys’s reign? I should leave. I just got rid of my own masters (the Lab), I don’t want new ones. Not that Aegorax would allow it. Nor would I. The slave masters here can’t do anything against me unlike the Lab.

Her grip on the saddle tightened when saw one of the bastards backhand a little girl who was sobbing hysterically. Another girl was punched in the face for trying to protect her.

009 grimaced. She was reminded of when 008 tried protecting her like that.

God damn it.

Sharing her thoughts with Aegorax, the red dragon easily complied and dove down between the clouds, eager for a fight.

She doubted it’d be much of a fight.

They were 009 and Aegorax – A Biokinetic superhuman and a giant, fire-breathing three-headed dragon.

These assholes don’t stand a chance.

Nesessa sobs were muffled by the cloth tied around her mouth.

Why, Lord of Harmony, does this keep happening? When will it stop?

Left tied up with her sister and friends, Nesessa continued crying as she watched the slavers finally tie up her little girls after punching her eldest who only tried to protect her little sister. Her husband had watched everything happen with tears in his eyes, but like her, he couldn’t do anything due to being beaten and captured.

Please, my Lord. Save my children. Save all the children. It doesn’t matter what happens to us, just spare them. Please! Please, I beg of you, hear my prayers!

THUD! THUD! THUD!

A peculiar sound was then heard. It sounded like a mix between drum beats and thunder. What was that?

“ROOOOOOAAR!”

Nesessa, along with everyone else, looked up and screamed.

A monster was heading straight towards them!

Screaming, she only had eyes for her children as the beast came nearer and almost blocked out what one of the slavers shouted.

“Zaldrize!”

Nesessa’s eyes widened. While she was no expert in languages, she knew what that word meant. It had not been heard of in many years. Was that what the monster was?

Dragon.

Aegorax landed with a loud thud onto the shore.

009 grimaced at the screaming and Aegorax responded to her irritation by roaring menacingly at everyone so they’d shut up, his red wings flaring out.

Miraculously, it worked.

Blessed silence followed, slaves and slavers were frozen in terror, and she was pretty sure some of them shit themselves.

009 decided to try out her High Valyrian with the scumbag slavers.

“Release them or die.” Gesturing to towards the people they captured, 009 was pretty sure she got her point across.

Confusion was on most of the ugly faces of slavers, blinking stupidly at her.

Shit. Was my Valyrian that bad? Damn you Duolingo!

Trying again, she watched as comprehension dawned on some of them, their skin paling and sweating like a pig.

“M-M-Many apologies, great D-Dragonlord. P-Please not s-so fast. W-We do not s-speak H-High Valyrian. O-Only Bastard V-Valyrian. F-Forgive us. W-We had n-no idea this was y-your territory. Y-Y-You may take as m-many slaves as y-you wish. F-Free of charge!”

009 stared blankly at the trembling, pathetic excuse for a man.

It took a second, but she finally understood. They were the ones with shitty Valyrian, not her. Even their Bastard Valyrian was atrocious. Is it really that hard to learn High Valyrian around here? Why learn Bastard Valyrian? It sounded horrible to the ears.

I don’t have time to play charades with these fools.

009 thrusted her right arm out, palm facing the ships and focused. Feeling around for live bodies, she waved her hand and watched as groups of people came zooming out through the air and landing onto the beach.

Everyone was screaming again but it died down as she separated the slaves from the slavers.

Waving a hand, 009 pushed the slaves far off to the side but kept the slavers in front of their ships. All stood robotically against their will, terror in their eyes as they realised, they had no control over their own bodies. She made sure to keep them right in front the ships, all together.

Perfect.

“Aegorax.”

Horrible understanding flashed through the slavers eyes as the three-headed, red dragon reared up, throats already glowing. Under her power, they were unable to speak, only crying silently. She didn’t even let them close their eyes.

With a vicious smirk, 009 glared at them with her bright green eyes glowing as she thought of the Lab and all those years of torture.  

“Dracarys!”

Blood red flames spewed out from her dragon’s throats, engulfing the slavers and their ships. They were reduced to ashes immediately.

Since she’d cautioned Aegorax to not burn down the whole beach, he’d kept his flames potent but slightly smaller so it could die down faster. The water from the sea also helped. It was why she faced them that way.

Turning back towards the slaves, 009 saw that most of them were already freeing themselves without her help.

The children stared at her and her dragon in wonder, while the adults were obviously still fearful of her. Most likely, they thought they’d be burned next.

009 mentally debated on what to do. Should she ask if they had a map? Or some money?

Will they understand my High Valyrian? I have no idea where I am so some help would be nice in exchange for saving them.

Looking at the nearest woman who had golden eyes (like most of them), 009 tried asking. Very slowly this time, to make it clearer.

“Where is this place? Is there a map here I can use?”

The woman only blinked at her, obviously not understanding. Judging by the confused expressions of her people, none here could spoke High Valyrian. Great.

Aegorax huffed, feeling her annoyance at the situation. His left head gave them the stink-eye, the middle head kept a lookout for threats and the right stared at the sky, wanting to fly off.

This caused most of them to yelp and some even ran away into the forest behind them.

009 let them be, not caring as they all they ran away.

She was staring at her saddle, lost in thought for a moment, when she realised four people were still standing at the beach, not leaving like the rest.

009 stared at them, her green eyes meeting the golden eyes of the woman from before. A man stood beside her with two little girls who were staring up at Aegorax in amazement.

She recognised the girls from before. These two were the ones those bastards beat up for no reason. They looked a lot like the golden-eyed women. Their mother? And the guy must be their father then. She could see the similarities.

Frowning at the wounds left on their faces, 009 was reminded of 006 and 008 who had similar injuries back at the Lab. Back then, she couldn’t do much for their injuries since she was too weak.

But she could help these two.

With a wave of her hand, the little family gasped as the wounds on the little girl’s faces disappeared instantly. The mother and father began crying and hugging their children, smiles on their faces. The children were touching their faces, giggling in happiness.

009 watched as the parents suddenly stood up and bowed to her, absolute gratitude on their faces. The children hurriedly did the same, babbling at her in their own language, gratefulness in their tone.  

009 gave them a stiff nod with an awkward smile.

Aegorax’s left head gave her an amused look, knowing that she was feeling uneasy with their thanks.

Cheeky dragon.

Grabbing onto her saddle reins, 009 decided to get out of here.

“Soves, Aegorax!”

With a smile, she gave a giddy laugh as he launched himself into the air at her command, delighting at being back in the sky again.

I’ll never get tired of having my own dragon. Its like a dream.

Nesessa watched in awe as the Valyrian – no, Dragonlord – took off on her massive three-headed dragon, blood red scales shining in the sun.

Her children were still waving excitedly at the beast as it slowly disappeared among the clouds, both filled with awe at having been saved by a Dragonlord of Old Valyria.

With hair a mix of between silver and gold, milky white skin and the fierce dragon she rides, what else could she had been if not a Dragonlord.

But didn’t the Valyrians have purple eyes?

Nesessa shook the thought away. Perhaps she’d inherited from one of her parents? It did not matter. Those bright green eyes put emeralds to shame.

The last dragon riders she’d heard of were from Westeros. The Targaryen's had dragons but that was many years ago. Was this Dragonlord one of them? A descendant? But why was she here? What could have bought her to Naath of all places?

In the end it did not matter. Nesessa was just grateful her people were safe. For now, at least. The great Dragonlord had gotten rid of many of the usual pirate slavers that raided their island. But she knew more would come, eventually.

Hopefully, with the news of a Dragonlord saving the Naathi, the slavers would be too fearful to try again.

As she watched her husband cuddle their little girls, still marvelling at the magically healed wounds, Nesessa thought back to the Dragonlord.

How she forced the slavers stand before burning them.

As she admitted before, Nesessa was no language expert, but she now knew the power behind that one word. The word that made the red beast burn the slavers to ash. The word that saved her people this day.

Dracarys.

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And we’re back in this shithole again.

While some fanatics would scream at her for calling Old Valyria this, 009 didn’t care since it was the truth. Valyria in its prime was probably the best civilisation in existence……but now it was a piece of shit. Full of mad Stonemen, Firewyrms, mutated animals, toxic air, broken buildings and God knows what else. If the old Valyrians saw it now, they’d probably agree with her.

After flying all day long, basking in the feeling, 009 finally decided to land Aegorax on one of the small islands that had broken off from central Valyria. Originally, she’d only landed their since it was closer to the water but that didn’t matter when she got a good look at the hot, boiling sea around them.

The Smoking Sea.

Shit. I forgot about that. Oh well. Its not like it’d bother me much.

The island they landed on was pretty small but a much better than where she first appeared, which was probably on the main city.

Aegorax had quickly burned the small amount of Stonemen inhabiting the island, ridding the place of any threats. Apparently, there were no other creepy creatures skulking about, like the Firewyrms. It looked like most of the dangerous creatures were closer to central Valyria.

Having arrived near sunset, 009 had caught some kind of fat, mutated blob-fish and changed its biological structure into something more appealing like cod fish fillets instead. Yum.

Aegorax had been satisfied with all the fat Firewyrms he’d had today but gobbled down some fish she’d caught for him anyway. That glutton. He eats like 006.

With Aegorax keeping watch at night (his three heads taking turns), 009 curled up next him, enjoying the heat from his scales and went to sleep with her dragon.

I forgot they didn’t have toilets here.

It was morning now, her second day in this world, and she was already missing modern toilets. Good thing 009 could just erase away her waste from her body using her powers. All she had to do was focus on her bladder to get rid of the urine and done! No toilet needed.

After creating some fresh fruits for breakfast, by changing the biological matter of some of the off-coloured grass and broken branches, 009 sat next to Aegorax, leaning her back on him. The three-headed dragon had briefly got up, ate some food, then plopped back down again to sleep. The lazy boy, she thought fondly.

Staring at the thick smoke rising up from the infamous Smoking Sea, 009 took some time to gather her thoughts.

Besides Valyria, and that tiny island I saved from slavers, I seriously have no idea where anything is. I need a fucking map. But that means I have to go into some random city to get one. A slaver city. Full of slaves. Shit. I’d rather not, but it’d be nice to have some information about this world.

009 grimaced at the thought, leaning on her dragon and crossing her arms.

So, what then? Do I just fly in with my dragon, park him in some random area, grab a map and leave? As if. By myself, I’d probably gain unwanted attention. But as a dragon rider? It’ll be much worse. I knew that would happen. Of course, it would happen. I rode a bloody three-headed, red dragon! They’d probably think I’m a Targaryen or something. And since it looks like I got here before Daenerys hatched her dragons, that’s gonna land a huge target on my back.

But does it really matter?

009 had no intention of getting involved in politics or saving the world. Yes, the ice zombies would be a problem, eventually. But she’ll deal with it later. Right now, she wants to live as she wants. The Lab is gone. She’s free. Her dream of having a dragon came true. The people here weren’t really much of threat to her. Their weapons were far inferior than the Lab’s and the magic here sucked, even after dragons came back. Not to mention that there weren’t many (decent) magic users around anyway.

So, why was she hesitating to visit a city to grab a stupid map? Because she was afraid of who she might attract? Hell no. That’s how 009 used to live back on Earth, hiding from the Lab. Most of her life was spent hiding away – No more!

Fuck everyone else. I do what I want and if anyone has a problem with that then I’ll end them. I’m sick and tired of hiding. Its time to live the life I want.

“Zaldrize!”

And the screaming has started again. Great. My poor ears.

009 had hopped onto to her saddle and flew off with Aegorax as soon as he woke up. He had eagerly complied and they flew for miles until they found the nearest place that looked like a city.

From the sky, a red blob had caught her eye and she urged Aegorax downwards, wanting to see it better. It was a huge red building with loads of fire surrounding it and 009 immediately thought of the that Red God religion. What was it called? Ralor? Rithor? Whatever.

Since it was the only thing she vaguely recognised, 009 and Aegorax had landed on a large empty spot on the harbour, near some ships. Obviously, this caused a lot of panic since a random dragon rider had just landed in their city. Most of the people scattered and ran off, terrified of Aegorax, while some brave fools stayed, awe on their faces.

Gripping the saddles reins too tightly, 009 released them and started climbing down when Aegorax’s right head turned around to gently nudge her. The other two heads stayed vigilant, looking for any sign of trouble.

Once her feet were firmly on the ground, 009 brushed Aegorax’s scaly face affectionately (all three of them).

Checking over her clothes, she grimaced at the oversized brown hoodie, white tank top (thankfully not visible), black leggings and black converse shoes. Oh, well. At least her powers kept them clean.

Looks like I’ll need a map and some new clothes too now. Wonderful.

“I’ll be going into the city to find a map, okay?” she whispered in English, stroking his scales and staring at all six of his eyes. “You won’t fit in there so just follow me from above, just in case. And make sure to keep your distance. The wind from your wings would probably knock people over if you’re too close.”

And he’d freak them out even more if he was too close, was what she left unsaid.

Her scaly boy nodded, all three heads moving in unison, making some people yelp in the background at his movement. They both ignored them.

Turning away, 009 shoved her hands into the pockets of her baggie hoodie and started walking towards the inner parts of the city where the shops were located. The boiling heat not bothering her due to her powers adapting to the climate temperature.

As she walked, the panicked screaming had stopped, only to start again as felt Aegorax take off behind her, the wind ruffling her clothes. Glancing up, she saw him fly upwards until he looked like a small bird above her. Knowing that he could still clearly see her, even from great heights, she wasn’t worried about being alone. The bond connecting them also helped.

Before she could get much further, some fool was blocking her way. And he was bowing too.

“Mighty Dragonlord, we welcome you to our city! You blessed us with your presence.”

009 stared at the fool who had just come off a palanquin carried by slaves. He had neatly styled silver hair, purple eyes and tan skin. He looked like the medieval version of a fuckboy trying to get in her pants.

009 felt nauseous looking at the collars and marked faces of the slaves.

Ignore it. Just ignore the casual slavery. You can’t do anything about it. Ignore it. You are not the Breaker of Chains. Ignore it. You are not a hero. Ignore it.

At least the fool spoke understandable High Valyrian.

“Thank you for the welcome but I’m just here to look for a map.”

Fuckboy blinked in surprise at her reply but quickly regained his wide smile and standing proudly.

“Forgive me, Dragonlord, for not introducing myself. I am known as Maekoh from the most noble and pure house of Maegyr. We would gladly provide you with a new map, if you wish it. We would also be most honoured to host you should you stay. If I may know your name, mighty Dragonlord?”

Refraining from rolling her eyes at his obvious ass-kissing, 009 endured it so she could get the map. But what name should she give him? It has to be something Valyrian sounding but not Targaryen. Hmmm…..I think I got one. It’s the only one starting with N like Nine.

“Naerys.”

“I beg your pardon, mighty Dragonlord?

“My name is Naerys Caesar.”

She hopes Julius Caesar’s ghost doesn’t mind her stealing his name. But she's keeping the Roman pronunciation of it. ‘Kai-Zar’ sounds better than ‘See-Zer.’ And more Valyrian too.

“I have never heard of that family name before. Is the Caesar family like the Targaryens? Did they escape before the Doom?”

“Yes.” Please shut up now and give her the bloody map.

Perhaps sensing her impatience, Maekoh had a sheepish look on his face as he backed off.

Viserys Targaryen couldn’t believe what was happening.

“Brother! Look! A dragon! A real dragon! With three heads! Just like our sigil!”

Little Daenerys, only 8 years old, clung onto his arm and was excitedly pointing towards the giant three-headed dragon with blood red scales. Its rider was standing next to it, speaking softly to her dragon which they couldn’t hear from all the way back here.

He should have probably shushed her, not wanting anyone around to suspect who they were, but today he didn’t care.

A dragon!

A three-headed red dragon! Dany was right. It was their sigil brought to life!

But it wasn’t their dragon. It was this unknown woman’s dragon.

A Dragonlord.

An honest-to-Gods Dragonlord was standing a couple of feet away from them. There had been no more Dragonlords after the Doom of Old Valyria. Only his family had kept dragons since then, but they had lost the title of Dragonlord after settling on Westeros. After the Dance of Dragons, even the dragons were lost.

Until now.

Viserys kept Dany close as he squeezed between the crowds gathering around to gawk at the dragon and its rider.

Watching as the dragon rider conversed with one of the arrogant Volantene nobility, his ears were able to pick up her name.

“Naerys Caesar.”

A true Valyrian name. Her family must have escaped the Doom like ours. House Caesar must have settled on a land beyond Westeros and Essos. That must be why I’ve never heard of them before. But why was one their family members here? Was she exploring? Or forced to leave her home? Like I was…..

Keeping a protective arm around his little sister, his violet eyes greedily drank in Naerys’s form. While wearing some odd clothing (from her homeland, maybe?), she had the typical Valyrian appearance. Silvery-gold hair and pale skin. The bright green eyes surprised him but he found them pleasing to look at than the usual Valyrian purple or violet.

Perhaps she could help us. Surely, this is a sign from the Gods!

For the first time in years, since his mother died, Viserys felt hopeful.

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He killed her.

Her husband. Her love. The man she trusted most. The man with a gentle heart that many looked down upon for being soft but she'd fallen in love with. 

He killed her.

Viserys had chosen to kill her without a second thought. Without even warning her. He had chosen to listen to those poisonous vipers he called his councilmen and ruined her life without hesitation. 

Viserys had wasted her life away and killed her in one of the most brutal ways possible. Cutting her open like meat at the butcher's. The fool had the audacity to cry as she was butchered before him. 

Now, Aemma was going to destroy him. His death would be slow and painful. She wants to watch the light leave his eyes. 

She wants him to know that it was her, his Aemma, the cause of his torture and death. 

Just like he did with her. 

She glanced to her side, catching 009's eyes who nodded in support and felt a rush of affection for her new friend.

Aemma will avenge herself and Rhaenyra, bringing Fire and Blood to her enemies. 

What could the weak, pathetic fools of Planetos do against a resurrected vengeful Queen and her Biokinetic warrior? 

After all, they have the blessing of the Valyrian Gods with them. 

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So....she died. 

And got reincarnated.

Apparently, that's a thing now. Looks like the Buddhists were right. Wonder how the religious fanatics would react? Oh, well. Not her problem.

009 remembered going to sleep in her bed in 2023 and waking up as an incredibly confused newborn baby in 1960. 

With a red-haired squealing baby named Lily Evans as her twin.

Oh.

Oh.

009 groaned, but the sound came out as a cute gurgle which made her new parents coo down at her. She ignored their doting, baby Lily's crying and a curious toddler Petunia as her thoughts raced, already planning ahead. 

There was no way in Hell she'd let that nose-less bastard breath the same air as her future nephew. 

009 was not a good person. She realised that a long time ago. She was no hero but no one hurt her family and got away with it! Harry was family now (or going to be). 

Voldemort was going to die. 

That bastard's days were numbered. 

Blossom Evans. 

Of all the damned flowery names in the world, her new parents chose Blossom?! 

Seriously?! 

006 and 008 would've laughed themselves to death if they found out she had the same name as a bloody Powerpuff girl.

Why did I get stuck with that name? It would've matched Lily better with her red hair. Fuck it. At least, it's not Buttercup or Bubbles. 

Whatever. The new name didn’t really bother her as much she thought it would. It's just a name, anyway. It could have been way worse.....

009 was pleasantly surprised to find her appearance was still the same as before. Blonde hair, pale skin and green eyes. The blonde hair she now shared with her new mother and Petunia. The green eyes were same as her new father's and Lily's. 

Her Biokinesis had followed her into this life too. 009 had known since her rebirth, feeling the familiar energy within. Thankfully, her powers didn’t regress or disappear. Her abilities remained the same as they had been back in 2023. 

Thank God. 009 would've had an massive aneurysm if she had to go through hellish training again to get back to full power. She didn’t go through all that sweat, blood and tears for nothing in her first life! 

As a baby, second life was pretty boring and her Biokinesis was a great relief to have. When alone, 009 would make plants grow, dance around, glow in the dark and many other things to keep herself entertained. Even Lily enjoyed that, giggling and clapping her little baby hands in delight. 

009 found it hilarious that her new parents thought they were the best behaved babies in the world. 

Ha! Oh, if only they knew....

009’s behaviour was pretty self-explanatory, with her being a reincarnated superhuman and all. 

Lily was a normal baby (plus magic) who had regular tantrums but was easily calmed by 009’s presence. That and she was endlessly entertained by the tricks 009 did in boredom with her Biokinesis. Or maybe it was a twin thing? Who knows? It's not like 009 was around babies much. 

It was odd seeing innocent toddler Tuney for the first of couple of days and then remembering what a judgemental, abusive bitch Petunia grew up to be in the original story. 

Another thing 009 would have to fix. Tuney was never going to start with that "freak" nonsense or distance herself from her family. 

And definitely staying away from that dumbass Dursley. 

Like Hell would she ever allow Vernon Dursley to marry her older sister. Over my dead body. Tuney deserves better than that waste of space. Sorry Dudley. Looks like you're being deleted from existence. 

Who knows? Maybe Dudley would still be her future nephew but with a different (and better) father. 

009 had no clue what happened to Mr and Mrs Evans in the original storyline, but resolved to keep all of her family safe. 

As she lay in her cot with baby Lily babbling next to her, little Tuney toddled into the room and stood by her side. With a toothy smile, Tuney held out her hand and giggled as 009 indulged her and grabbed the toddler's fingers, giving her a gentle squeeze. 

Tuney stared down at 009 in pure delight as baby Lily let out an annoyed cry, also wanting 009’s attention. Their parents stood by the bedroom doorway, cooing and laughing as their oldest and youngest fought over 009’s attention. 

As the sisters exchanged dirty looks and began tugging on her arms (like a doll), 009 stares up at the ceiling, silently basking in the love of her new family. They might not be 008 and 006, but the Evans's were now family.

I won't let anything happen to you. I couldn't do anything for 008 and 006 but I have a second chance now with the Evans family - My family. Mum, Dad, Tuney and Lily. I won't let you die or have a shitty future in Tuney's case. And Harry. Should the worst happen (which it won't), Harry will still have me by his side. 

Unnoticed by her family, 009’s green eyes glowed brightly for a moment as she vowed to keep her new family safe. 

"Look at him! Can you believe that?!"

"What’s beggar-boy Snape doing with Blossom? Is he still following her around? How pathetic!" 

"There’s no way they're friends! Blossom Evans and Severus Snape? As if!"

"But she's smiling at him! And talking!"

"It's pity. Blossom just took pity on Snape and he thinks they're friends now. What an idiot."

"Yeah! That makes sense!"

"Yeah! Blossom's too good for someone like him!"

Severus Snape hunched over slightly as the whispers spread across the school playground. His dark eyes were glued to the ground as anger and embarrassment pooled in his stomach.

I hate this stupid Muggle school! Why do I even have to -

His thoughts cut off as a hand was then on his shoulder, gently squeezing it and making him look back up. 

Dark eyes met bright green and Severus felt his cheeks heat up at the concern on Blossom's pretty face. 

"Ignore those idiots, Sev. What they think doesn't matter." She gave him a gentle smile that made him forget why he was upset. "So...you were saying...?"

"Huh?" Severus blinked. He was too distracted by her silky blonde hair and how it framed her face, making her green eyes stand out even more. 

Blossom Evans was prettiest girl in Cokeworth. No - The prettiest girl in the world, in Severus's opinion. And not just pretty, but smart too. She was the top of their class and had highest scores on every test. But she was surprisingly humble about it. She preferred books and quietness compared to other children their age - Just like him. 

A giggle snapped him out of his thoughts and he coughed awkwardly as Blossom gave him an amused looked but otherwise ignored his brief lapse in attention. Any other girl would have made fun of him and called him weird, but not Blossom (His Blossom would never). 

"You were telling me about that Scottish school, remember? You were saying something about getting our letters soon?" 

Her voice had lowered slightly as she said this, not wanting to draw attention. Severus couldn't help but feel amazed at her forethought at making Hogwarts sound like a normal school. She worded it in a way that sounded absolutely unsuspicious to Muggle ears. 

"Yes," Severus replied, his voice cracking slightly (much to his embarrassment) and cleared his throat. "The letters should -"

"Blossom! There you are!" 

Severus snapped his jaw shut in irritation as Blossom's red-haired twin ran up towards them from across the playground with a wide grin on her face. 

He shoved his hands into his pockets and bit the inside of his cheek as the youngest Evans stole Blossom's attention, jabbering away non-stop. 

Petunia and Lily Evans truly drove him up the wall with the way they kept interrupting his time with Blossom. 

Every. Single. Time.

At least the oldest sister didn't go to their school anymore. Severus remembered Petunia's sharp glares and constant hovering whenever he even looked in Blossom's direction. It was like she was the Queen's bloody bodyguard or something. 

Lily, on the other hand, while a pleasant and friendly girl to most people, hated sharing her twin with anybody. Especially after those rumours spread around that Severus liked Blossom. The red-haired girl had cornered him when Blossom wasn't around and bluntly informed him that her sister has no need or want for a boyfriend. 

No matter how much he denied it (face red and stuttering all the while), Lily was convinced that Severus wanted to steal Blossom away. Ever since then, the annoying redhead had done her best to barge into their alone time and distract Blossom with her over-enthusiastic personality and random talks about Merlin knows what. 

Severus clenched his fist as he watched Lily give him a smug look when Blossom wasn't looking. 

He glared as the bell rang, signalling the end of their break time. 

Let's see how smug she is when I marry her sister.

Severus was obviously too young to think of marriage, but when he thought of the future, it was Blossom's face he saw. 

Always. 

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Rhaenyra Targaryen was no stranger to the birthing bed.

After all those years of watching her own queen mother waste away trying for an heir, Rhaenyra both hated and feared the day it would be her turn. The uncomfortable swelling, vomiting, screaming and blood. So much blood! 

It was the mental image of her poor mother being cut open for Baelon's birth that had her avoiding all talks of marriage. Why would she ever want that? 

But then she had her own children and Rhaenyra finally understood.

Jacaerys's birth had been terrifying. He was her first. Her little boy. Rhaenyra remembered the panic and screaming. Her labours had taken so long that she'd feared the worst. What if she was like her mother? Cursed to have stillborn after stillborn? 

Then the cries of a newborn were heard and Prince Jacaerys Velaryon was born whole and healthy. 

The overwhelming joy she felt when he was first placed in her arms surprised her but she welcomed it, kissing her newborn son's head. 

He was the symbol of her and Harwin's (forbidden) love. It was impossible not to love him. 

Lucerys's birth wasn't as terrifying only because she knew what to expect now. It was still just as long and painful as her firstborn's birth but with less panicking on her part. 

It also didn't help with her Queen Stepmother demanding to see her second son as soon possible, disregarding Rhaenyra's pain after just giving birth. 

Alicent had taken great pleasure in making sly remarks and judgemental looks ever since she'd seen Jacaerys's brown locks and brown eyes. Her Harwin's features. 

Rhaenyra would never forget the disgusted look in the Green Queen's eyes as she observed both her little boys just after they were born. 

The rumours of bastards followed her wherever she went (and her poor boys). There was no doubt in her mind that Alicent had started those. 

Rhaenyra knew it was wrong to sire bastards but what choice did she have? Her and Laenor had tried countless times for a true heir but with no results. If she didn’t have an heir soon after her marriage then the Greens would surely start rumours about her infertility instead. She had even tried to sneak a male whore of Valyrian descent to lay with but even that was impossible with how much scrutiny she was under. In the end, Ser Harwin had been perfect. Not only because he was close by at all times, but because there was genuine love between them. 

Was it a mistake to lay with Harwin? Possibly. Did she regret it? No. How could she? He'd given her two precious sons. No matter their colouring, her boys were still Targaryens. Even their eggs had hatched in their cradles! Just like hers. 

It was her third pregnancy that truly surprised her. 

For one thing - Rhaenyra hadn't even known she was pregnant. 

While she tries not to let it get to her, Rhaenyra knew she'd put on some weight after the births of her two boys. It still stung whenever she heard whispers comparing Alicent's slender figure with hers. How Alicent had given birth to more children and still looked the same while Rhaenyra had gotten slightly plumper. 

Pushing those thoughts aside, Rhaenyra remembered back when she'd been pregnant with her boys. The constant vomiting,  body aches, strange appetite, extra weight and her emotions being all over the place. This was what she'd come to expect when being with child. Even Alicent experienced them (without the weight gain). 

But this pregnancy?

Nothing. 

Rhaenyra had noticed nothing amiss. No strange mood swings, no aches or change in appetite. Not even the extra weight! 

It was the strangest thing but Rhaenyra had felt more stronger and healthier throughout the duration of her unknown third pregnancy. 

It happened so suddenly while she was asleep. Dawn was only a few moments away, the sky just starting to lighten with the Sun's rays. Her water breaking so suddenly had Rhaenyra sitting up immediately in her bed, feeling like she'd just pissed herself. The slight ache in her womb and the lack of piss had helped her identify what had happened. After having two pregnancies, she’d known what to do and what to look for by now, immediately calling for her handmaidens and midwives.

The birth of her third child baffled her (and everyone else). It was quicker and easier than any of Alicent's births. Instead of screaming in pain all day, it had only taken a couple of minutes, one push from Rhaenyra and her third baby was born as healthy as her boys just as the first rays of dawn blessed the skies. 

But that was the where the similarities ended. 

A girl. 

Rhaenyra had given birth to a girl. A daughter. 

And she looked just like her. Silvery-blonde hair and pale skin. 

But it was the eyes that shocked her. And her father. Especially her father. 

Her daughter had her grandmother's eyes - Alyssa Targaryen's eyes. One purple and one green. The eyes of the mother of King Viserys and Prince Daemon Targaryen. 

Naturally, that was what they named her. 

Alyssa Velaryon. 

Named after her grandmother and their Velaryon ancestor. 

After the shock of the sudden birth had passed, Rhaenyra was quick to embrace her precious daughter. She was so adorable! Her beautiful babe!

Everyone was smitten by the new little princess. The King especially. To him, it felt like he had a piece of his mother back in the form of his first granddaughter. 

The Queen, on the other hand, pursed her lips in displeasure at her daughter's obvious Targaryen features before quickly painting on a fake smile on her face. It looked painful, in Rhaenyra's opinion. 

But Alicent's presence was soon forgotten as her father first held his granddaughter. 

Gasps filled the air as everyone in the room froze watching the King hold little Alyssa. Every noble and servant watched in awe as their King began rapidly healing himself right in front of their eyes. 

As soon as little Alyssa was carefully placed in his one arm (he had lost his other arm a year ago), Viserys felt strength return to him. Power flowed through him and he, like the others, watched in astonishment, as his arm quickly regrew itself. His body healed of all the rot, bones strengthening themselves, thick silver hair rapidly growing back on his previously bald head, rotten teeth falling out and being replaced by white shiny teeth. 

The sudden magical healing process had only lasted a few seconds, but for everyone else, it felt like a surreal amount of time had passed by. Mainly because they'd all spent that time frozen in awe at the display of such of a miracle. 

Rhaenyra couldn't stop the tears gathering in her eyes at the incredible sight. Her father appeared just like he did before that cursed Heir's Tournament many years ago. Back when her mother was still alive. 

The same miraculous healing happened to Rhaenyra as well, after her father reluctantly handed her daughter back. As soon as Alyssa was in her arms, she felt the absence of pain immediately. 

It felt like she'd never given birth at all! 

Incredible! 

Rhaenyra tuned out all the excited chatter among the nobles and servants alike, the Queen's envious glares, Laenor's eagerness to hold her baby and even her father's booming voice as he addresses the crowd while visibly shaking with excitement with clear amazement in his eyes. 

Her gaze was focused on her miraculous babe. Her Alyssa stared back at her with those gorgeous eyes of hers, appearing just as fascinated by her mother as Rhaenyra was of her. 

This was a clear sign from the Gods. Why else would she have given birth to such a blessed babe? 

Alyssa was a gift from the Gods and proof that Rhaenyra was the rightful heir to the throne, no matter what the Greens thought. 

Rhaenyra's eyes met Alicent's as she stood next to the King, ignoring all the greedy, envious glances towards her precious daughter.

Her daughter had just become the most sought out potential bride in all the realm. No doubt talks of marriage were already being planned by all the Houses in the realm, wanting her blessed little girl as the perfect bride for their sons. Ravens will soon follow, flooding her father and herself with possible marriage offers. Rhaenyra would not be surprised if some even came from Essos. Lord Corlys had confirmed that tales of her daughter has already reached across the Narrow Sea. 

The Gods are on my side. I have been blessed by them gifting me Alyssa and will not disappoint them. The Iron Throne is mine. 

As Rhaenyra's resolve strengthens, she failed to notice her two younger half-brothers standing by Alicent, their purple eyes on the precious bundle in her arms with curiosity and longing on their small faces. 

Little Helaena, Rhaenyra's half-sister, stood next to her brothers with a small, pleased smile on her face as she glanced at her newborn niece. 

The Dragons will not Dance. No more Beasts beneath the Boards. The Dragons will Unite. 

Helaena's smile dimmed a little as she stared at her baby niece who was swaddled in Rhaenyra's arms. 

But Winter is Coming. He has awoken. Spring will meet Winter in battle. 

Meanwhile, 009 was cursing the Valyrian Gods in her mind, some even outloud but it came out as baby babbles. 

Those bastards! They stuck me in bloody Westeros! While I like this world, I do NOT want to stay here! And in the Royal Famiy too?! Fuck! Now I can't even leave since I'd be abandoning Rhaenyra to the those Green fuckers. Those Gods are lucky that I've always been Team Black. 

009 knew that Viserys's horrible health had been a key factor in making the Greens so powerful. In the original story, they'd taken advantage of having Viserys barely conscious as he rotted away in his bed. 

That's why she'd healed him as soon as possible. Like Hell was she letting Otto Fucking Hightower sit his smug ass on the throne in Viserys's stead.

Daemon was right about him. What a cunt. 

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She was ashamed to say this, but Julieta had never dared to even think of - let alone confront - her own mother over her fanatical treatment of their gifts and the need to put the village before their own family. 

But her eldest daughter had no such problems. 

Esmeralda Madrigal was Alma's first grandchild and the only one to be born with a gift and not on her 5th birthday. She was born with a mix of Julieta's own healing gift along with her twin sister’s plant creation abilities. 

Biokinesis - That was what Esmeralda had called it. The ability to create, control and manipulate living things. 

Such an incredibly powerful gift.....and yet she had no room (or door) for herself.

None could figure out why and Casita wasn't answering. It was certainly odd but Alma was still proud of how powerful her first grandchild was - and from birth too! A truly wonderfully, unique gift to add to the family! 

That pride had quickly turned into shock and anger as Julieta's eldest refused to bow to the whims of her controlling Abuela. 

When Esmeralda had first started her rebellion against Alma's control, Julieta shamefully remembered scolding her, trying to make her let it go and to respect her grandmother. After all, it was because of Alma and, along with Pedro's sacrifice,  that they were given these amazing gifts and a perfect home. 

Esmeralda, as a young girl back then, had only looked at her mother with those solemn bright green eyes of hers and said: 

"I'm not disrespecting her. We're all grateful for what Abuela and Abuelo have done for us, but that's not an excuse for her awful behaviour - especially towards Tio Bruno and Mirabel." She looked up at Julieta, green eyes practically glowing with resolve. "I refuse to listen to such nonsense. I won't let her hurt them anymore." 

It still shook her till this day. Not because of how eloquent her Esmeralda was. They were all used to her speaking that way by now (like an old soul). 

While her initial reaction had been horror at Esmeralda's defiance, it had quickly became pride. 

Agustin was quicker to side with his daughter, feeling incredibly proud at how it was his eldest that took a stand against his over-controlling mother-in-law. The first one to do so! He'd always wanted to speak up and saying something against all the workload his wife and the rest had to do, but had always been held back by his gentle wife's pleads to leave it be and Alma's stubbornness. 

In the end, Esmeralda's defiance was the right choice. Her constant defence and support of Bruno had made others back off and finally let him properly flourish with his prophetic gift. 

Her twin, Isabela, with her sister’s supportive/protective presence, was allowed to explore and experiment with her gift, her creativity shining through with each plant she created. Especially the cacti. 

Esmeralda glared death at anyone who dared to pressure Luisa. It was sort of comical watching a petite girl acting like an overprotective motherhen/ bodyguard for her really tall and buff younger sister. 

While Mirabel was sad she didn't have a gift, she was never made to feel lesser or unwanted. Her eldest sister had quickly taken her gently by the hand and to her room which she shared with Isabela (the room being Isabela's). Any bullies or ignorantly offensive people had quickly known to never insult Mirabel for her lack of gift or failed ceremony. 

Lest they wish to deal with Esmeralda's wrath. 

Until Alma got her head out of her ass, Esmeralda had kept her Abuela at a distance from the rest of the family, not letting her hurt them just like she promised. 

Even Casita was on Esmeralda's side  which was what finally made Alma understand and eventually let go of her stubborn ways and misplaced anger. 

After Mirabel's Failed Gift Ceremony

Mirabel sat on her bed in the nursery, idly swinging her small legs back and forth as stared at the floor blankly, trying not to think of what just happened. 

Why didn't I get a gift? Why me? 

She sniffled, not wanting to think about it but failing. 

SLAM!

Mirabel jumped, squeaking slightly as her eyes turned towards the open doorway. 

"Sorry, Mira." Esmeralda apologised, looking sheepish for a brief moment before going back to being her serious self. "Come," she gently beckoned, outstretching her arm hand towards her. "It's time to go." 

Mirabel blinked, confused. Nonetheless, she obediently hopped off the bed and walked towards her eldest sister, taking her hand. 

She had no reason to question or refuse Esmeralda. Her eldest sister was her favourite person in the world (Tio Bruno being second). So, she had no qualms of following Esmeralda. Maybe they were going to get some arepas? Mirabel loved arepas! 

As they walked down the hallway, Mirabel could see Isabela's glowing door ahead, which probably meant they were going there. 

Staring at the glowing door, Mirabel glanced at up at her stoic but loving sister and wondered if she ever felt sad about not having her own room.

While she had the most amazing gift, Esmeralda was never given her own room for some reason. It didn't really matter anyway, since Isabela shared her room with Esmeralda. 

But Mirabel still couldn't help but think it might have bothered Esmeralda. They were both odd Madrigals - One without a room and one without a gift. 

The sound of feet stamping on the ground was soon heard, breaking Mirabel out of her thoughts. She glanced back and felt her heart start beating faster and face pale. 

Abuela was quickly heading towards them, a fierce scowl on her face. 

"ESMERALDA!" 

The green-eyed girl stopped in her tracks, slowly turning towards Abuela. She gently nudged a terrified Mirabel behind her as she faced the old woman.

"Yes, Abuela?" Esmeralda asked, her tone even and polite, expression neutral. 

"Just what do you think you're doing?" Alma asked, scowling down at both her unruly granddaughters. "You will take Mirabel back to the nursery this instance. Do I make myself clear?" 

Esmeralda raised an eyebrow. "To the nursery room?" She asked in disbelief, looking unimpressed. "Where you could barge in any moment and torment her for something she couldn't control?" Her gaze hardened into a glare as Alma spluttered in outrage. "Or where you plan to leave her so she stays out the way?" 

"ESMERALDA! THAT IS ENOUGH!" 

Mirabel flinched as Abuela raised her hand and aimed at her eldest sister’s face. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see. 

But the blow never came. 

"No." 

Mirabel opened her eyes and stared in astonishment as she saw that Abuela was now wrapped up in vines, her mouth stuffed with flowers, making her shouting unintelligible. 

As the rest of their family quickly gathered behind Alma, all in various states of shock at what happened, Mirabel could only look up to Esmeralda in awe. 

"I refuse to take Mirabel back." Esmeralda stated, glaring down at Abuela who was now on the floor. "It doesn't matter if she doesn't have a gift. She's still my sister. She'll always be my sister." Her green eyes glowed as she continued staring down Abuela who was still trying to scream with her mouth full. "Mirabel is staying with me and that's final." 

Turning on the spot, Mirabel gasped as Esmeralda quickly picker her up and carried her the rest of the way to her - no, now it's their room. 

Over Esmeralda's shoulder, Mirabel could still see Abuela's face red with anger, their mother's concerned face, their father's proud smile, Aunt Pepa's rain clouds forming above her head, Tio Felix's proud grin and Tio Bruno's releaved smile. 

As they reached Isabela's room and went in, Mirabel held her arms tightly around her sister, her face buried in her chest and hugging her with all she had in her little body. 

Thank you for standing up for me! Thank you for not leaving me alone! Thank you for being my sister! 

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The last thing 009 remembered was going to sleep in her own bed. 

So why was she suddenly waking up in some random ass park?! 

Where the fuck am I?

Sitting up straight, 009 immediately realised she was on a wooden bench. Placing her hands onto the bench, she let her power flood through it, travelling downward and into the ground. 

Her eyes widened, feeling around the deep tree roots and all living beings nearby. 

This wasn’t the City of Wolverhampton. 

She was fairly sure this wasn't even the UK.

Still sitting frozen on the park bench, 009 kept her guard up as she contemplating on what to do and who could have caused this strange kidnapping. 

Does it even count as kidnapping since they just left me here? I doubt my kidnappers went on a coffee break or something. 

She briefly considered that the Lab had done this but dismissed the thought. This wasn’t their style and there were no Lab agents around at all. None that she could sense, at least. 

Before she could get up and investigate further, she sensed a single person quickly approaching her direction. 

009 was outwardly sitting ramrod straight on the bench, her blank gaze seemingly staring off into space. 

Inwardly, she braced herself as the stranger got nearer. She didn’t know if this was some random regular guy in the park or the cause for her sudden relocation. 

Either way - she'd soon find out.

009 kept her face neutral as always and pretended to stare at a patch of daffodils a short distance away, completely ignoring the stranger as they sat down beside her. 

Feeling the man's gaze on her even after she ignored them, 009 slowly turned her head towards them and raised an eyebrow at his obvious staring. 

The man was lanky with incredibly pale skin, black hair and dark blue eyes. He wore black pants, a dark blue T-shirt with a white and black heart, a black vest and matching black shoes. 

The man raised his hands in surrender. "Whoa! Hey, take it easy, it's just me." He said sheepishly, giving a nervous smile. Absentmindedly, 009 noticed how sharp his canines were.

Wait a minute.

Brow furrowing, 009 felt a pang of deja vu suddenly. 

This seemed oddly familiar.....

"You're a quiet one, aren't ya?" He asked teasingly. He scooted himself closer to 009, looking shy and awkward as he did so. 

009 narrowed her eyes at his actions. While he could fool others, he couldn’t fool her with his shy-boy-next-door persona. Even 006 wouldn't fall for this. 

The strange man was being an absolute fake and he hasn't blinked ever since he saw her. 

"Soooo....Are you wait - "

"Who the fuck are you?" 009 asked bluntly, cutting him off and getting straight to the point. 

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A Girl and her Bird (Pokemon)

Laying down amongst the flowers with her hands cradling her head like a pillow, Carys (former lab experiment number 009) stared up at the bright blue sky with a feeling of contentment. A gentle breeze was in the air along with the smell of wildflowers. Everything looked like picturesque summer day. 

A flock of Pidgeys flew by above, each shouting their names as they flew in formation. 

Carys released a happy sigh. Even after being reborn and living this world for 10 years, it never ceased to amaze her. 

"Fletchling!" 

While not moving from her relaxed position, her eyes still darted towards the small Fletchling as it flew down and landed on her chest, staring at her with those cute eyes.

"Fletch?" 

"Yes, little one?" Carys asked with a smile at her adorable first pokemon. Her Fletchling was a robin-like pokemon with a reddish-orange head, a grey body with white tips on the wings, black eyes, thin legs, small beak and a tail that resembled the fletchling on the end of an arrow.

It had taken a her a while to warm up to "capturing" pokemon, but logic eventually won her over since the pokemon themselves were never harmed or didn't care. The life of a trainer was obviously not for her, but her parents (how wonderful it was to finally say that!) had convinced her to take a pokemon journey anyway. They weren't pushy about it and told her to take a year on her journey and explore her options in a more hands-on way. After all, you didn't have to be Pokemon Trainer. That's just what most kids chose at her age. 

But Carys was not like other 10-year-olds and her parents were very aware of that fact. 

It's why they gave her so much freedom with her journey. 

Yes. Arthur and Catrin Jones already knew about her Biokinetic powers. How could she keep that from them? While they didn't have their past lives memories like she did (a blessing), they were still her parents - Still family. 

And Carys never turned her back on family. 

A small beak poking her chin broke her out of her thoughts. 

"Ling?" The little Fletchling chirped, tilting its head cutely. "Fletchling?" 

"Sorry, Fawkes." Carys smiled apologetically. "You're hungry, aren't you?" She cooed at him, brushing his feathers gently with her hand. "Hold on. Let me just....: 

As she started to sit up, Fawkes the Fletchling quickly caught on and eagerly moved off of her. Once Carys was sitting up, he landed back onto her lap, knowing what came next. 

Cupping her hands together in front of Fawkes, Carys concentrated her power and sunflower seeds were soon filling up her hands, overflowing and falling onto her lap. 

Fawkes's wings fluttered in giddiness as he immediately dove in with a thankful shout of "Fletchling!".

He was gobbling up all the seeds like he hadn't eaten in days or something - What a glutton. 

Carys laughed at his overdramatic reaction, loud and free, not caring who heard. 

If 006 was ever reincarnated as a Fletchling, this would be her for sure. 

Camping In Style & Who's That Pokemon? 

Like the rest of Beginner Trainers, Carys and Fawkes had decided to camp out in Santalune Forest. 

Unlike the rest of them, they'd be camping in style.

After Fawkes had scared off some hostile Bunnelby's they'd encountered on Route 2, by the time they'd reached Santalune Forest, it was near nightfall. And on top of that, it looked like it was going to rain too. 

She'd seen other trainers rush off into their tents. Carys swore she saw a girl with a pink top and jean shorts among them. 

Was that Shauna? Hmmm...Could be. They all left from Vaniville Town around the same day so it was possible. 

Carys didn't really interact with Shauna and her friends much. It wasn't because they unpleasant or mean. On the contrary, they were really good kids (especially compared to her previous world). They were friendly whenever they encountered each other, but not really close since Carys still felt a little weird hanging around children when she was mentally an adult. 

Fawkes poked her with his beak from where he sat on her shoulder, pulling her back from her inner rambling. 

Carys shook her head. "Right. Sorry, Fawkes. You're right. Let's get some cover from the rain instead of standing here like idiots." 

Fawkes gave her an unimpressed look, ruffling his feathers in offence. 

"Sorry." Carys rolled her eyes. "I meant idiot. I am clearly the only idiot here." 

Fawkes gave her a haughty look.

"Yes, yes. Now let's get some cover before it starts pouring down." 

They went off in the opposite direction of the trainers, somewhere secluded among the tall trees and wild grass. As soon as Carys made sure they were alone (besides the wild pokemon in the forest), she placed her hands down onto the forest floor and watched as a small, wooden house quickly formed in front of her. 

Fawkes and Carys exchanged a look, both happy at having a good place to stay on this rainy night. 

Speaking of rain, it had already started a slight drizzle which would no doubt turn into a shower soon. 

"Fletchling!" Fawkes shook off some off the raindrops before giving up and just increasing his body temperature to keep warm and dry. This would normally cause burns on anyone touching an overheated Fletchling, but Carys wasn't bothered. Her Biokinesis healed her body too quickly so she didn't feel a thing. 

Hurrying inside their temporary wooden home, Carys ran a hand through her blonde hair to get rid of some raindrops, while Fawkes flew off her shoulder and landed on the wooden floor, hopping about as he inspected the inside curiously. 

The inside wasn't really special. It looked more like a regular wooden shed. Just one room and a door. No windows for now since they didn't want any rain to blow inside. Carys didn't bother with making it look extravagant or anything. It'll be taken down by morning anyway.  

The pitter-patter of rain could be heard hitting the their wooden roof and walls as Carys placed down her backpack in the corner. 

Just as she was taking out her sleeping bag, the sound of some kind of scuffling was heard at their wooden door, like a cat was scratching it. 

Fawkes froze, wondering if it was a threat. If so, then whoever it was better be ready for a beating! He'd defend his girl to his dying breath. 

Carys rolled her eyes as her Fletchling huffed and puffed in indignation, ready for a fight. "Calm down," she said in a bored tone, already knowing what was outside at their door. "It's just one of the wild pokemon and they probably wanted some cover from the rain." At least, that's what she thought since she could sense the pokemon and could tell by it's body language that it wasn't hostile. Either way, it's not like it'd be a threat to her. 

Patting her battle-ready Fletchling on the head, she headed towards the door, opened it and looked down to see a -

"Pikachu!" 

A short, chubby pokemon with yellow fur and red circles on each of it's cheeks greeted her. 

Carys blinked as the small, mouse pokemon beamed up at her with a cute grin and quickly scurried inside, leaving her at the door. 

Shrugging, she let it be and shut the door, turning around to see the offended look on Fawkes's face as the Pikachu practically ignored him and scurried further into their room. 

"Fletchling! Ling!" He shouted at the rude mouse pokemon who was getting the floor wet with all the rain water on it's fur. He huffed when he was ignored once again. 

"Just leave him be, Fawkes." Carys told him, trying to calm him down. Her little Fletchling really hated rude people. "Like I said, I think he just wanted to....."

Carys tailed off, a rare bewildered look on her face that made Fawkes look over his shoulder to see what she was looking at. What did that rude rodent do now?!

"Pika! Pika! Pikachu!" The yellow furball exclaimed with a grin as he stood next to Carys's open backpack and nudged one of her empty pokeballs. 

Fawkes gaped. How dare this rude interloper just barge into their temporary home and demand his girl to keep him? The audacity! 

"Sure." Carys agreed after getting over her surprise. She shrugged at Fawkes's betrayed expression. "What? You knew I needed more pokemon, anyway." 

"Fletchling!" But why did it have to be this guy?! 

The Pikachu cheered, doing a little happy dance which made Carys giggle. "Pika! Pikachu!" They won't regret it! He knows they'll make a great team! 

Carys laughed at the utterly unimpressed expression on Fawkes's face as the Pikachu beamed back at them. 

Looks like she just got her second pokemon. 

It was an unexpected choice, but it felt like she was honouring Ash and his Pikachu somehow. 

Gotta catch'em all! 006 would be so jealous! 

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Cousins Meet Up - Laena the Fangirl

"My prince, is it true that you ride the largest dragon in the world? The mighty Vhagar? And that she claimed you, not the other way around?" 

"Laena!" Rhaenys admonished her young daughter, a stern look on her face but her eyes were slightly amused. She knew her sweet Laena would bombard her cousin like this due to her obsession with Vhagar. 

Prince Aegon Targaryen II - previously Arthur Jones in his first life - only laughed in response, a kind smile on his handsome face as he looked down at the little Velaryon fangirling over his dragon. 

"It's alright, Rhaenys." Aegon reassured his uptight cousin, waving away Laena's unladylike behaviour. He was a modern man at heart and had no problem with it. "Rhaenyra is very much the same way. Looks like I have two Vhagar obsessed nieces." He laughed. 

Laena blushed as Rhaenys threw her another stern look but let it go as her favourite cousin truly wasn't bothered by her many questions. 

"Regardless, I raised her better than that." Rhaenys huffed. "She should have still at least greeted you first." She said while giving her daughter a look. 

As Laena hurriedly did a quick curtsy, face red but eyes still shining with a million questions she had for his dragon, Aegon gave a hearty laugh, thoroughly entertained by his fangirl niece. 

Rhaenys looked like she was holding back a facepalm with all her strength, but he could still see her lips twitch, fighting a smile. 

Stepstones - Early Years of the Reign of King Viserys - Aegon II and Vhagar vs Pirates 

"Dracarys, Vhagar!"

Satisfaction filled Aegon as Vhagar unleashed large bursts of flames upon the disgusting pirates below. 

Unlike how these cockroach-like assholes hid away in the many caves of the Stepstones when fighting the Velaryons and Daemon in the once would-have-been future, they had no chance of survival against Vhagar here. 

He had the largest dragon in existence right now. And the oldest too. With age came stronger dragonfire. So it was with great pleasure Aegon watched as the caves melted away under Vhagar's ferocious flames, incinerating the pirate scum inside immediately. 

Sorry Daemon, but the Stepstones are mine. 

Aegon felt a little bad for taking this away from Daemon. But! To be fair - his brother didn't know this. This is years before the Triarchy started too much trouble for Westeros, so in his mind, it was finders keepers. 

Oh, there was no doubt he'd be in trouble with Viserys over this. And his damned council too. Ugh. 

But Aegon would not be deterred. 

He needed this. He needed the Stepstones as his own land. Away from the absolute clusterfuck that was Westeros and far away from that icy bastard in the North. 

The Stepstones are mine. Viserys will have no choice but to give me it since it helps out the pirate/slaver problems and because I've conquered it all by myself. 

Aegon knows the morons of the council will fret over his taking of the Stepstones but it's not like they could do anything about it. Nor could Viserys. 

After all, only idiot would dare go against him.

Prince Aegon Targaryen, Rider of Vhagar, the Ice Dragon. 

Aegon smirked as he thought of his last title, absentmindedly letting Vhagar land near the coast once the all the pirates were burnt to ashes. 

It's already hard enough to go against a dragonrider. But a magic user too? The small council could complain as much as they want but I know they'd be too busy shitting themselves before even thinking about confronting me. 

Indeed, Aegon had been very surprised by the sudden Ice powers he awakened in this life.

Cryokinesis: The ability to control and create ice and cold temperatures. 

You would think, being a Targaryen, I would have fire powers instead. Aegon thought, amused. 

He'd only revealed his cryokinetic abilities after the Old King Jaehaerys died. 

Aegon remembered his brothers reactions clearly. 

Viserys had gushed and tried asking a thousand questions at once after he revealed his "ice magic". The man was like a kid who just discovered the wonders of chocolate. Ever since then, he looked at Aegon like the Sun shone out his ass. It was kind of funny really. 

Daemon's reaction had been a mix of pride, happiness and jealousy. He was proud that it was his brother who had magic in their family, happy that magic had re-emerged back into House Targaryen and jealous that only Aegon got magic but not him. Fortunately, his joy and pride won out. Daemon had taken to sparring with him to see how he could use his powers in combat. His second eldest brother saw him as the perfect Valyrian Dragonlord and the pride of House Targaryen. With his giant dragon, Valyrian steel sword and now his magic, Daemon believed he was destined for greatness. The man acted like a proud father even though he was only a few years older than Aegon himself. 

Shaking his head, Aegon dismissed his thoughts as he looked around the now very scorched Stepstones. 

As much as it pains me to use my daughter like this, but I'm going to need her help with making these lands habitable. Her Biokinesis would be a great help with not only with food, but the landscape too. 

With his daughter's help, these lands would flourish and their family would finally have a place for themselves. A true home. 

Last Year of the Reign of King Jaehaerys - The Unexpected Elopement. 

King Jaehaerys Targaryen wondered if the Gods were laughing at him. 

After learning that his youngest grandson had eloped with Lord Bartimos Celtigar's daughter and had married in secret on Dragonstone, he also wondered if this was payback for when he himself had eloped with Alysanne. 

Jaehaerys sighed, massaging his temples as his council proposed ideas on what to do. 

Some wanted him to banish Aegon. Some suggested he annul this marriage. Most, like himself, were just confused on Aegon's - the Perfect Prince's - sudden rebellious behaviour. Out of all his sons and grandsons, Aegon was the last person he expected to do something like this. 

Jaehaerys took a glance at his silent wife who sat by his side. Alysanne had not said a word since Aegon's elopement and appeared shocked into silence, staring off into space. 

She was the one who had arranged marriages for Baelon's three boys. First was Viserys and Aemma which appeared to be a successful match. Bolstered by this, Alysanne had next betrothed Daemon with Rhea Royce and Aegon with Lorna Lannister. Both were advantages matches and would help relations with the other Houses. 

To no ones surprise, Daemon had raged and shouted himself hoarse when told of his betrothal to Lady Rhea. The boy had done all he could to change their mind. He wanted a Valyrian bride, he'd pleaded at them. But Jaehaerys and Alysanne stood firm on their decision. He would marry Rhea Royce and no other. Besides - there were currently no pure Valyrian maidens available. Not ones to Daemon's taste at least. The Velaryon's had none and the Celtigar's didn't count as Valyrians, according to the Rogue Prince. He wanted a proper Valyrian bride. 

Jaehaerys inwardly rolled his eyes at that. The stupid boy desperately wanted a Valyrian bride but refused the only one available due to ego and bias. Daemon viewed the Celtigar's beneath him even though they were a Valyrian House. 

But it appeared that his brother wasn't as blinded as he was. Especially after eloping with Lady Caecilia Celtigar. 

As scandalised as Lord Bartimos Celtigar appeared to be, Jaehaerys was sure the man was absolutely crowing on the inside. After all, his daughter was now the wife of a Prince and dragonrider. 

Aegon's reaction at the news of his own betrothal was what appeared to be, back then, quiet acceptance. Baelon's youngest was a mix of his jovial father and serious uncle Aemon. Many had also compared him with Jaehaerys himself. He would have been the perfect heir if only he wasn't the third son. 

Jaehaerys's youngest grandson was known as the Perfect Prince. He was the most handsome Targaryen male to be born in their family, surpassing even his Uncle Aemon in looks. His sword skills were impressive enough for Jaehaerys to bestow him Blackfyre. Although, their ancestral sword was usually given to the heir, Jaehaerys felt it best that it remains in warriors hand and not collecting dust somewhere. While Baelon was no slouch when it came to combat, his skills were no where near Aegon's, who weilded Blackfyre so expertly that it looked as easy as breathing. 

After Baelon's passing, it would have been given to Viserys but Jaehaerys felt it a waste to give it to someone who hated picking up a sword and avoided the training yard like the plague. He knew the boy would never be a warrior. Viserys was too.....soft. Physically and mentally. For his sake, Jaehaerys hopes that soft mindset of his would soon change. He was the heir now. An heir who would eventually become a king and king cannot be soft. 

It was really too bad Aegon hadn't been born first, Jaehaerys lamented. The boy certainly lived up to his title as the Perfect Prince (besides the sudden elopement). He had Aegon's name, his sword and even the last of the dragons from the Conquest, Vhagar. Replace Vhagar with Balerion (if he was still alive) and he would've been Aegon the Conqueror come again.

Jaehaerys sighed. 

The Gods were cruel to dangle the perfect heir in front of him, only for him to be a third son. 

Hopefully, Viserys and Aegon's children may someday marry instead. If Aegon cannot sit the throne then perhaps one of his grandchildren could.

Jaehaerys would never know how right he was. The Old King passed away before the birth of Aegon's little girl and her eventual betrothal to Viserys's son. 

Early Years of the Reign of King Viserys - The Red Keep - The Jones Family Together Again. 

Aegon looked down at his precious daughter sleeping peacefully in her cradle. He and his gorgeous wife Caecilia - previously Catrin Jones - exchanged contented looks as one thought passed through both their minds. 

We finally have our baby back.

As Caecilia gently ran a finger down their baby's soft cheek in awe, Aegon glanced towards the dragon egg next to his daughter. 

A dragon egg that had obviously been turned to stone long ago. 

Having lost his favour with his grandmother Alysanne, after marrying Caecilia against her wishes, Aegon was never given a dragon egg for his little Alyssa - previously Carys Jones/009 - like she did for Rhaenys's boy. 

But he only needed permission for recently laid dragon eggs. Ones that were still warm and pulsating with life. 

No one said that he couldn't grab an old, fossilised egg that had been cold for centuries. 

After all, what could you do with a cold egg? Besides sell it. 

If their daughter was anyone else then this would never work. But Aegon knew better. His daughter could do what no else could. 

"Are you sure about this, Egg?" Caecilia asked, biting her lip in worry as he carried over the stone egg near their baby's cradle. 

"Trust me, love." Aegon said with a reassuring grin, making her heart skip a beat. "It'll be fine." He took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, his violet smouldering eyes gazing into to her green ones until she looked away blushing. 

By the Gods! I didn't know it was possible, but he got even MORE sexier in this life. Okay! Calm down, Caecilia, you horny bitch! Nows NOT the time to jump his bones. 

Blushing like she was some shy maiden (which she was not), Caecilia looked down at her daughter as she slept. Her baby didn't even stir as Aegon placed the old egg next to her. 

All Aegon had to do was put the egg next to his baby, place her chubby hand on it and watch as it came to life once again by his baby's touch, her power flowing into it. 

Now, it had lost its previous stone-like exterior and changed colours from dark grey to beautiful pearly white. Heat emitted from it, so different from its previous cold, hard shell. 

Aegon and Caecilia leaned over their daughter's cradle, awe on their faces as they watched the incredible transformation of the egg after a single touch from their daughter. And she wasn't even awake! 

The dragon egg had gone from dead cold to blazing hot and full of life. 

Biokinesis was truly an amazing ability. 

The Heir's Chosen Bride

"I want Alyssa." 

Viserys blinked, putting down his goblet. He stared at his son - his heir - as the young boy of three and ten kept his determined gaze on him, face serious. 

"Alyssa?" Viserys repeated, not understanding where his son was going with this. "You mean little Alyssa, my boy? She's gone back home, son. Back to the Stepstones." He grinned suddenly, thinking his son missed his three year old cousin. "But don't worry. I'm sure your Uncle Aegon wouldn't mind a visit if you want to see her again." 

He thought it was adorable how his Baelon doted on little Alyssa. Strangely enough, those two had a stronger bond than Baelon had with Rhaenyra, his own sister. 

Baelon grimaced, his face scrunching up the same way Aemma's did whenever she disliked something. Viserys wanted to pinch his cheeks! His boy was so cute! 

"No, Father." Baelon sighed, shaking his head at Viserys's obliviousness. "I want Alyssa as my future bride." 

Viserys felt his eyebrows rise and heart drop down to his stomach at his son's declaration. 

"A-Alyssa? But she is only a babe, my boy!" Viserys said with a forced smile, hoping to change his mind. He didn’t have anything against his niece, but she was so young! Surely, Aegon would kill him if he betrothed her to someone who was ten years older than her. Even if it was his own son. "Don't you think your sister would be more suited as your bride? She's only a few years younger than you and - "

"No." Baelon's purple eyes glowed as he stared directly into Viserys's eyes, face serious and voice suddenly deep and authoritative. "Alyssa is mine. My future bride. I will have her and no other. Is that understood, Father?" 

Viserys's eyes glazed over, his mind suddenly foggy as he nodded obediently like a puppet. 

Of course! Baelon is right! What was I thinking? Betrothing him and Rhaenyra?! Preposterous! Alyssa is obviously more suited for my boy. They will be like his grandparents come again! Another Baelon and Alyssa! A perfect pair! 

"You are right, my boy! Alyssa will make a fine bride for you! The perfect future Queen Consort! I shall send a raven to my brother immediately!" Viserys said with a pleased smile on his face. 

Unseen by Viserys, Baelon - previously 001 - smirked deviously to himself, the glow in his purple eyes dimming down.

Humans are so easy to control! Haha! Foolish King! Trying to chain me to his stupid spawn! As if Rhaenyra could ever compare to my darling Alyssa! That's like comparing a mouse to a dragon! 

Baelon tuned out Viserys's rambling about his future wedding and stared down at his plate instead, his thoughts now turning towards his Uncle Aegon and Aunt Caecilia. 

He had been surprised at their appearance in this life and that they both remembered their last like he did. But he was glad. Because if they were here then that means 009 would be here too. And he was right. 

After ten long years, his beloved 009 was reborn to her original parents who had also been reborn here. She was now Alyssa Targaryen II, his cousin. 

Baelon had thought he could wait until she was physically older before marrying her, but his patience had run out after hearing rumours of suitors already clamouring for his Alyssa's hand. The fact that his dumbass parents also intended for him to marry either Rhaenyra or Laena pissed him off too  

Like Hell! 

This was why Baelon felt no remorse when he forcibly controlled Viserys's mind so that his idiot father could betroth him to Alyssa. This way, no fool could ever come between either of them. 

But now he had one more problem to deal with - the overprotective parent. 

And he wasn't talking about Uncle Aegon. The man would approve of him if Alyssa herself consented for this betrothal. As long as Alyssa was happy, Aegon was happy. Plus, the man wanted some grandkids which he was sadly denied in his first life.

The problem was Caecilia Celtigar  - previously Catrin Jones. 

She would rather die than hand her precious daughter over to anyone - especially him. 

Baelon sighed. 

His future mother-in-law was going to be an absolute headache to deal with. 

But he would persevere. 

Baelon would do anything for his Alyssa. 

He would not lose her again. 

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Thunder boomed as Lucerys hung onto his saddle for dear life, the maniacal laughter of his uncle heard around him. 

Arrax roared, flapping his wings as hard as he could as felt his rider's fear and the monsterous, old dragon chasing them. 

I'm going to die, thought Lucerys in morbid certainty as heavy rain continued to batter his face. 

It felt odd being so certain of his death, but Lucerys could see no other outcome to this besides that. He knew how much Aemond hated him and this was the perfect chance for his revenge after all these years. 

Lucerys thought of his mother. Her loving smile and warm embrace. He remembered her despair after losing little Visenya and felt horrible that his death would just make things worse, adding to the pain. 

"You won't escape, bastard!" Aemond yelled from behind them. 

Lucerys flinched and Arrax reacted by flying higher, desperately trying to save his rider. 

As they broke through the clouds, Lucerys felt hopeful for a moment, believing that they'd finally lost Aemond and Vhagar. 

Staring at the beautiful Sun's rays above the clouds, Lucerys gave a tentative smile, patting Arrax appreciatively. 

Only to freeze in horror as Vhagar's massive form burst through the clouds, coming straight for them. 

I'm sorry, mother.

Lucerys closed his eyes....

"ROOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!"

....Only to snap them open again at the sound of such a ferocious roar, even louder than Vhagar. 

Speaking of Vhagar, Lucerys was astounded to see the behemoth hovering mid-air, a terrified Aemond staring at something behind them. Even the old dragon herself had its eyes wide in fear as it looked in the same direction.

Arrax made garbled roar, a shudder going through his scaled body, sensing something even more monsterous than Vhagar behind them. 

As Arrax hovered in mid-air, frozen like Vhagar, Lucerys quivered in his saddle and slowly turned his head to see what put the fear of the Gods in his hateful uncle and the largest dragon in the world.

The sight that met his eyes made him wonder if he was already dead or having some kind of vision. 

An incredibly massive, three-headed golden dragon was heading straight for them. Storm clouds circled around it's form, its golden wings appeared to create their own wind power which somehow generated their own storm. Bolts of golden lightning now flashed around them, matching the bright golden scales of this unbelievable dragon. 

Lucerys's eyes shifted to it's immense back and nearly fell out of his saddle in shock at who he saw riding that three-headed creature. 

"M-Mother?" 

One of the women had his mother's face. They were almost identical if not for the woman's obvious blue eyes. 

The other woman behind her only looked a couple of years older than him. Between the flashes of lightning, Lucerys could make out her Valyrian silver-gold hair and pale skin. 

And she had the brightest green eyes he'd ever seen. 

Meanwhile, Aemond was struggling to control Vhagar. The old dragon had immediately turned around and flew away as fast as she could, not heading her rider's command's to go back. 

Vhagar was now the second largest dragon in the world. There was no way she could against that golden monster whose breath reeked of storm. 

She flew off in some random direction, ignoring her rider's idiotic demands to go back. 

Not for the first time, Vhagar felt some regret in choosing this boy as her rider. There was clearly something wrong with his mind if he thought she could fight against that three-headed monster. 

If the foolish boy wanted to fight it so badly then he could do it by himself. 

Vhagar had no death wish. 

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Rebirth

"What’s happening, Edward?!"

"He's suffocating!"

A woman shrieked, sounding desperate and determined. 

"Get him OUT!" The woman screamed. "He can't BREATHE! Do it NOW!" 

CRACK!

"H-Her spine," A male voice choked in horror. 

"Get it out of her!" Another male voice snarled. "She won't feel anything now!" 

009 felt something nudge her from the side and frowned in irritation, eyes still stubbornly closed.

This dream was getting really bothersome. 

As she was about to nudge back, 009 heard a loud tearing sound and flinched. What the Hell was that?! Her ears! Her poor ears! 

And who the Hell was that squished up next to her? 

This had to be some kind of nightmare or something. 

Then a bright light was annoyingly shinning down on her face. 009 glared up at it, ready to attack whoever it was. Screw the consequences! 

.....Only to stare up in astonishment at the face of some giant pale man with messy bronze-coloured hair.

What the fuck?! 

009 was frozen in shock as the giant pale man reached in and grabbed the stranger at her side.

She stared at the giant man, face blank as the stranger was taken out and lifted away. 

"Renesmee," The pale man whispered, holding onto the small, bloody body. 

Oh. 

009 blinked, feeling beyond bewildered and numb in shock. 

That's who was squished up against her. 

A baby. 

A bloody baby.

009’s eyes widened in realisation. 

But does that mean then - ?!

The pale man then reached down again, this time grabbing her and lifting her out the dark space - Wait. The womb. The dark, cramped space was a bloody womb. 

Now in the pale man's arms, 009 shuddered, both from the sudden chill AND the realisation of what happened to her. 

009 was reborn.

The pale man gazed down at her in awe, his golden eyes widening as they caught her eyes. 

"You have my eyes," he gasped in delight. An odd, crooked smile then spread across his face.

009 just stared back at him blankly.

His eyes? Did she have his golden eyes now? 

A pang of sadness hit her. 009 liked her green eyes. They were her mother's eyes. Her first mother - Catrin. They were all she had of her.

Did 009 not have them anymore? No offence to her new father, but she'd rather have her original eye colour than his. 

"Edward," A weak voice suddenly croaked. "Let me see her." The weak voice begged in longing. "Let me see my second baby....please. Give to her to me...." 

009 felt her brows furrow in concern as her new father gently handed her over to the horrifyingly haggard woman laying down with a baby on her chest. 

Ah. That must be her new sister. The stranger in the womb they shared.

009 winced suddenly.

Oh, God! My head! It hurts! What is happening?! 

The sudden pounding in her head got worse. 009 cringed into her new mother's boney chest, seeing black spots in her vision. 

Voices were suddenly shouting altogether at once, making 009’s killer headache so much worse. 

The last thing 009 heard was her new mother's weak voice frantically shouting. 

"Carlie! What's happening to my Carlie?! Help her, Edward! My baby!" 

009 fainted, not knowing the supernatural transformation her new mother was going through, the sudden soul bond between her twin and a Quileute wolf shifter, or the scare she'd just given her poor vampire father. 

The Youngest Cullen

Being the youngest in a family was very different from being the middle child. 

Renesmee was only older by a few seconds, but that still made Carlie (previously 009) the youngest between them. Something her twin liked to teasingly repeat to her. 

Luckily for Renesmee, Carlie was already used to having an elder sibling with 008, so being younger didn't bother her. Having an older sister was something she was used to. 

But with the rest of the Cullen family? Carlie wasn't quiet sure if their reactions were....normal. 

Well, as normal as you could in a family of vampires and half-vampires. 

Carlie understood the overprotectiveness they showed, especially after the Volturi visited a year ago. That was understandable. Those creeps wanted to kill her and Renesmee just for being different. Assholes.

How Grandpa Carlisle was ever friends with them, she would never know. 

Her parents overprotectiveness made sense....to a point. 

Carlie knew, no matter how much they tried to hide it, that Bella and Edward (Mum and Dad) were not comfortable with the whole Jacob and Renesmee thing. Again, understandable. Renesmee had only just been born and was immediately claimed by some random wannabe werewolf who thirsted after their mother before their birth. 

Words could not describe how much Carlie wanted to vomit when she learned that little information. 

Ugh! Where's the brain bleach when you need it?

If only 008 was around to erase it from her mind.

Regardless, her parents overprotective attitudes made sense. 

Carlie just wondered why they worried over her more than Renesmee. 

Renesmee was the more outgoing one between them. She's the one with the imprint. She's the one who walked up to random vampires and talk to them like they're her best friends. Bella had looked like she would've had an aneurysm if she'd still been human at Renesmee's casual behaviour with strangers. 

And yet her new Mum and Dad hovered over Carlie like she’d disappear before their eyes. 

Hmmm...Perhaps it was because of her Biokinesis? 

After all, casually turning vampires into half-vampires would get a huge target on her back. 

Yes. That's right. One of the first things Carlie had done, after being made aware that most of her family didn't want to be vampires, was try and turn them back into humans. 

The bad news? Old vampires cannot be turned back into humans. The venom was a part of them now and if she took it all away then they'd die on the spot. 

The good news? Newborn vampires could be turned back into humans. Old vampires could become like Carlie and Renesmee - Half Vampire, Half Human. 

It also caused the women to regain the ability to reproduce. 

Needless to say, Aunt Rosalie and Grandma Esme were beyond ecstatic and so grateful. 

Of course, that meant Carlie and Renesmee would soon have some new cousins, aunts and uncles. 

Renesmee always giggled at the thought of her new aunts and uncles being younger than her (with them being Grandma Esme's kids).

So this could one of the reasons her parents hovered around her. Why they didn't mind if Carlie preferred staying inside than out. Why they made sure someone was always with her or knew where she was. 

Another reason for their protectiveness could be due to imprinting. 

That's why Carlie never argued when her parents didn't let her go with Renesmee and Jacob down to La Push. 

She remembered when Jacob first dared to suggest taking her and Renesmee to the Rez. 

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!" 

"Seriously?!" Jacob looked incredulous at Edward's firm refusal. "Come on, guys! It'll be fine! The Rez is one of the safest places to be!" He looked to Bella for help but saw only anger on her face. "Nessie's my imprint. No one would hurt her. It' goes against pack instincts to hurt an imprint." 

"And what about Carlie?" Bella asked through grit teeth and hands on her hips. 

Jacob rolled his eyes. "Carlie's family, obviously. She'll be fine." He then frowned as he thought of something. "And you guys can't keep her inside all the time. Even I know that's not healthy." He muttered the last part, thinking of how they practically made Carlie a princess stuck in a tower. 

"Be that as it may," said Edward, pursing his lips in displeasure at Jacob's thoughts. "Carlie will not be going." He glared at Jacob. "You may take Renesmee but only for a short while." 

"Are you serious?!" Jacob gaped at them, bewildered. "Why would you - !" He stopped talking as realisation hit him. 

Edward grimaced, pinching the bridge of his in aggravation as Jacob's mind finally connected the dots..

Oh. That's why. Jacob stared at them, wide-eyed and frozen in place. 

Edward gave a slow nod. "Yes. That's why." He sighed, sharing a look with Bella. 

"We don't want her to get imprinted on." Bella said quietly but firmly. I am not losing another one of my babies! 

Jacob felt a pang of hurt. Not at their refusal of taking Carlie, but their obvious discomfort with imprinting. With his imprinting on Renesmee. He'd known that they never truly got over that, but by rejecting the thought of a potential imprint bond with Carlie, it felt like they were rejecting his imprinting on Renesmee. 

Wisely, Jacob shut up and let the matter drop. 

Renesmee had pouted at being separated from Carlie, but soon got over it when she realised her twin didn't care and that she’d be spending more time with Jacob. 

That was reason number two of her parents overprotectiveness - Imprinting. 

Needless to say, Carlie had no issues with that. As happy as Renesmee seemed with Jacob, it was also nauseating to watch them together. They were so clingy with each other that it was both sad and funny. 

She did not want some gigantic, muscular wolf boy breathing down her neck like Jacob did with Renesmee. Just because her twin enjoyed the clingy wolf treatment, didn't mean she would. 

Carlie remembered one time when Seth had nearly given Edward a heart attack. 

Seth had also tried tempting her to the Rez (for fun, not imprinting) and had jokingly brought up how some of the younger wolves had caught a glimpse of Carlie in their shared pack mind and were smitten by her. 

Carlie had rolled her eyes at that but Edward nearly had a fit. 

He'd thought one of the younger wolves had somehow imprinted on Carlie when they saw her face in the shared pack mind. 

Bella had nearly thrown herself at Seth (again), but had been held back by a laughing Emmett who found the situation hilarious. 

Leah wasn't really pleased with either Bella or Seth after that. 

Did her stupid brother have to aggravate the newborn vampire? You'd think he'd have known better after the first time she beat his ass. Idiot. 

And Bella really needed to control her anger! This was the second time she'd nearly killed Seth. 

Edward had given her a dirty look at that, hearing her thoughts. 

Leah Clearwater was the last person to advise anyone on anger management. 

Murphy's Law

Eventually, there came the time where Carlie would venture out into the world on her own after she stopped aging at 19. 

Bella and Edward dreaded the day, both still not wanting their youngest out of their sights, but had no choice in the end. 

Carlie stayed with them longer than Renesmee had. Her twin was already dating Jacob and spending more and more time with him at the Rez or anywhere else. 

It had irritated Bella and Edward to no end at how quickly Renesmee wanted to leave the nest, but the parents were soothed by the fact that Carlie had never given any intentions of leaving them or interested in romance. 

What they didn't know was that Carlie adored the fact that she had parents in this lifetime and was never interested by love in her last life or this one. 

The overprotective parents were just grateful that they got to keep at least one of their babies around.

Naturally, that's when shit hits the fan for the poor parents. 

As Carlie was visiting her grandma's personal island - Isle Esme - she'd discovered a body washed up on the beach she'd been leisurely walking on while enjoying the sunset. 

It was a man. 

A man pale enough to be a vampire but obviously wasn't due to his heartbeat. He had curly, blond hair and many scars on his body. They looked eerily similar to the ones her Uncle Jasper had. His clothes were in tatters, just barley covering him below the waist. His face was handsome and he had a muscular physic that reminded her of Uncle Emmett, but with more body hair. 

Carlie contemplated on what to do with this strange man. Should she help him? What if he was a threat? What would her parents think? 

Then she remembered what Grandpa Carlisle would think of her if she just left him there. 

Not wanting to disappoint her beloved grandpa, she didn't hesitate and placed a hand on the buff man's chest, her Biokinesis flaring to life. 

The man jolted immediately. He took a deep, raggedy breath and, before Carlie could take her hand back, grabbed onto her, staring deep into her eyes. 

Blond Hulk better back off before I kick his -

"Mate." 

Carlie blinked, wondering if she heard wrong. 

His eyes were a shade of blue so pale it looked almost silver....and was creepily fixated on her face, staring directly into her eyes, still gripping her hand. 

"My mate," he whispered, voice hoarse, but with an odd smile on his face. "I've finally found you." 

He looked at her like she was the Sun and -

Wait. Was he sniffing her now? And smiling? Ew. 

Ah, Hell nah. I know where this going and want no part in this weirdo's mating ritual thing. We already have one Jacob in the family. We don't need another one! 

Without remorse, Carlie roughly pulled her hand out of his tight grip, turned around and walked off down the beach before he could gather his wits. 

As the blond man quickly scrambled up and followed her, begging for his mate's attention, Bella and Edward suddenly felt a chill down their spines along with a feeling of foreboding. 

The poor parents would soon learn of the persistent man now trying to "steal" their youngest daughter away....

.....and that he was also a Child of the Moon. 

A true werewolf who had found his destined mate in Carlie. 

Poor, poor Bella and Edward. 

First, Renesmee and the Quileute wolf shifter. 

Now, Carlie and a real werewolf.

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"Carissa? Are you alright?" 009 heard a soft voice ask. 

Her head was pounding and her eyelids refused to open. She felt dazed and could only vaguely hear the random voices around her.

"Just leave her, Cate." A deep voice advised the other gently but firmly. They then scoffed. "She's probably just faking it for attention. Again." 

At that, 009 felt strength return to her, eyes snapping open immediately. 

One of the things she hated most in the world was when some random asshole decides to hate her existence for absolutely no good reason.

If I'm gonna be hated then at least hate me for something I actually did! I don't even know where I am!

Through the power of pure spite alone, 009 ignored her killer migraine and immediately took in her odd situation as soon she opened her eyes. 

With the way she was in an awkward position on the floor, right next to the bottom of a staircase and how her body was slightly aching in several places, it wasn’t hard to guess what had happened. 

She had obviously fallen down the stairs.

Or pushed, 009 thought in suspicion. 

As she was shakily getting up off the floor, one of the two strangers standing near her scoffed in disgust. 

"See, Cate? She's fine." The brown haired man sneered at 009.

The petite girl with brown hair next to him frowned in worry. "But Peter! What if - ?" 

"But nothing!" The man named Peter reassured her with a soft smile and then glared at 009. "You know how Carissa is. Always the diva! An overdramatic bitch - "

"Peter!" The girl called Cate scolded delicately. 

"Do you want to die?" 

Peter and Cate both froze at the sudden deadliness radiating from the usual bratty Carissa. Her normally whiny voice was soft and quiet. It would've been lovely......if it wasn't laced with silent fury. 

Cate quickly snapped out of her surprise, looking back at her sister with a stern glare.

"Carissa! That is no way to behave! Apologise!" 

"Apologise? Her?" Peter laughed sarcastically. "I doubt she even knows what that word means!" 

"Peter! You are not helping!" Cate hissed, feeling uneasy at the look in her sister's eyes. 

Had Carissa's eyes always looked that bright? 

"What? I'm not wrong though! She - "

009 has had enough. 

She'd dealt with years of torture at the Lab and bullying from her fellow Lab experiments (besides her sisters).

She would not stand here and be ridiculed by these two random bastards. 

The sleeves on her fancy dress were ripped open as she turned her arms into large, green vine tentacles. 

Cate's screams were cut off as 009 quickly wrapped one of the vines around her neck, lifted her off the ground and squeezed her throat. 

"ACK!" The same was done to Peter with her other vine arm, making him splutter in pain like Cate. 

009 smirked at the man, her bright green eyes shining with a rarely seen cruelty. 

(008 never told her, but 009 was a lot like 001 whenever she gave in to her cruel side.)

"Looks like your my bitch now." 

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~ ☆ ~ { 008 | Saena } ~ ☆ ~

~ ♤ ~ { 009 | Naerys } ~ ♤ ~ 

~ ♡ ~ { 006 | Aeva } ~ ♡ ~

(These images do not belong to me) 

|| The Awakening ||

009 gasped awake like she was running out of breath.

Jolting up, she took deep breaths as her dazed but panicked mind quickly noticed her unfamiliar surroundings.

The stale scent of sweat and nauseating perfume hung heavy in the air, making 009’s sensitive nose scrunch up in disgust. Ugh. After being dragged to numerous questionable clubs by 006, she was (unfortunately) familiar with the smell of sex in the air. 

What she was not familiar with was the dimly lit, poor, medieval-looking room she now was in.

009 froze in shocked confusion, her body completely still as it sat on the pathetically thin mattress on the stone floor. 

Are those....oil lamps? 009 stared at them, baffled. 

As she sat on the hard, stone floor, 009 stared around the small and plain room she was in, clutching the thin, ratty blanket in her hands. 

Where the fuck am I? The last thing I remember was going to bed in my room. I'd blame the Lab but this doesn't feel like something they'd do. If it was them then I'd wake up with a shock collar on. 

So what - ?

009’s thoughts were cut off as searing pain suddenly exploded in her head. 

Hissing in pain, she clutched her head with both hands and grit her teeth. 

The fuck is this?! Am I being attacked? Why aren't my powers healing thi - ?!

A sudden mass of information was flooding her mind and 009 finally understood what had happened to her.

Memories of a young, slave girl called Naerys flashed through 009’s mind. From her sad birth in a Lyseni brothel, born to a slave prostitute mother, and all the way up to the present day at 16 years of age. The girl was of Valyrian descent, but that much was obvious with her being Lyseni. Most people in Lys had the blood of Old Valyria in them, after all. 

So......looks like I've been transported into Game of Thrones. Into some random slave girl's body. What was it 006 called it? Not transportation......Transmigration!  That's the one! But I wonder why this world in particular and how......? 

Shaking her head, 009 massaged her temples as the rush of memories eventually stopped. Taking a deep breath (and immediately regretting it after inhaling the foul air), she gave the pathetically, small room a disgusted once-over and had already decided on what to do. 

Like Hell was she staying here!

Naerys may have had no choice in her tragic life, but now 009 was here and she was no one's slave! 

Just before 009 was ready to bolt out the room, a familiar voice was heard in her mind. A very familiar voice. 

009? Is that you? Are you alright? 

008! She thought in relief. Thank God she wasn't alone. 

Don't worry, 009! We're coming to get you! I've already pinpointed your location. It's not too far from us.

Us?

Yeah, 006 is here too. I've already got her with me so now it's just you left. Give us a few minutes and we'll pick you up. 

There was a pause before 009 suddenly heard 008 shouting in her mind.

006! PUT THAT DOWN THIS INSTANT! 

009 winced at her eldest sister’s loud mental voice.

Shit! Sorry 009!

It's alright, 009 thought back while rubbing her head. 

Transmigration or not - looks like 006 was still the same as always, even in another world. 

|| Rulers Of Essos || Meereen || The Great Pyramid ||

"You stand in the presence of Queen Naerys of House Caesar. Queen of Spring, the White Dragon, Daughter of the First Flame, Mother of Dragons, the Unburnt, the Breaker of Chains, Mother of Nature, Queen of the Harvest, the Great Healer, Rider of Starfyre. The Right Hand of High Queen Saena and Benevolent Queen of Essos." 

While she was no Missandei of Naath, the former Lyseni slave, Daera, who stood proudly next to their thrones, was full of pride and passion whenever she announced their titles or introduced themselves. 

009 - now Naerys - gave a graceful nod and a pleasant but slightly stiff smile towards the huge crowd of people who'd just arrived in the Audience Chamber of the Great Pyramid. This was where they received their subjects and greeted visitors. 

After conquering Meereen, they had all agreed to use it as their temporary main place of ruling just as Daenerys once did. 

Daera stood proudly as the people stared at Queen Naerys in awe and wonder. The Queen of Spring was a true Valyrian beauty with her smooth gold-silver hair, fair skin and unique eyes. One eye was bright green while the other was a stunning purple. 

The unsullied guards in the room stamped their spears in pride, their loyalty to Queen Naerys was unquestionable - especially after she healed their bodies of every injury the cruel masters had inflicted on them.

Which included the restoration of their mutilated genitals. 

Needless to say, Naerys was a Goddess in their eyes.

With a smirk, Daera then continued her usual introductions, now announcing 006. 

"Queen Aeva Sunfyre of House Caesar. Queen of Fire, The Red Dragon, Daughter of the First Flame, the Brightest Star, the Unburnt, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Captain of the Freedom Fighters, the Blazing Sun, Destroyer of Slavers, Rider of Vesuvius. The Left Hand of High Queen Saena and Warrior Queen of Essos." 

The Dothraki guards and handmaidens in the room pounded their fists on their chests, cheering loudly for their Great Khaleesi and fierce warrior ruler. 

The group of former slaves - now known as the army of Freedom Fighters - also cheered for their beloved Captain and Queen. 

Once they started their Conquest of Essos, it was obvious that they'd had to deal with the Dothraki eventually. 006 - now Aeva - was the one who'd dealt with them almost single-handedly. Back then, she was just Captain Aeva of the Freedom Fighters.

After witnessing her fiery destruction against those who did not bend the knee and the massive, blood red dragon she rode into battle, the remaining Dothraki were quick to join her side. Most joined after seeing Aeva burn their fellow Dothraki with her Pyrokinesis or by dragonfire, reducing them to ashes in an instant. 

There were zero casualties on her side - Mostly because Aeva handled almost every battle alone. 

Needless to say, the Dothraki quickly folded after witnessing her one-woman-army. 

The horse lords valued strength above all and Aeva had proven herself worthy a thousand times over. She was greater than any Khal to have ever lived and they were honoured to fight by her side.

That was why they named her their Khaleesi. 

Aeva gave the people a cheeky smirk and a brief nod of her head as she acknowledged them. The people gazed at the Queen of Fire in a mixture of awe and fear. 

While she did not have the usual silvery-gold hair of the Valyrians, she still possessed the Valyrian purple eyes. Aeva's were a bright purple and when using her Pyrokinesis, they glowed like two miniature purple Sun's. Her hair was as blood red as her dragon and done in many braids with little bells decorating it in the traditional Dothraki fashion. The vibrant red colour of her hair had many speculating if she was related to any of the Westerosi nobility, like the Tully's. 

When in battle, it was said that Queen Aeva's red hair is set ablaze when she uses her fire abilities, looking like some kind of Fire Goddess with her blazing locks. 

The fear people had of her was was understandable. After all, Aeva was the most destructive of the 3 Queens. 

And maybe because she looked like some kind of fire demon in battle. Or it was her obsession with burning shit? Who knows? Either way, Aeva firmly believed you need to be feared just as much you need to be respected as a ruler. One only needs look at the reign of King Viserys I (father of Rhaenyra) to see that your subjects should fear you or else they'd turn you into a useless puppet monarch. 

Once the formal introductions were done, Daera waited until her Queens gave their permission then motioned for the first person in line to step forward and the petitions for the day began. 

Time passed slowly and as another one of their citizens came forth seeking aid, Naerys sat on her throne on the right, listening carefully to a former slave prostitute's request. 

Aeva's throne was on the left and the middle throne remained empty due to 008's - now known as Saena - temporary absence from Meereen. 

Stifling a yawn, Aeva leaned over slightly across Saena's throne to discreetly talk to her Biokinetic sister.

"Why do we have to this again?" Aeva whispered her complains to her sister. "I thought we agreed to leave the ruling shit to Saena?" 

Naerys was dutifully listening to a former slave's problem and didn't acknowledge her little sister until she finished speaking with the man, having solved his problem quickly. 

Leaning her head to the side more discreetly than Aeva did, she still kept her eyes on the throng of people lined up in front of them even as she replied to her frustrated little sister.

"Because Saena is busy in Pentos," 009 whispered back, a polite smile fixed on her face as she faced the crowd but still answered Aeva without looking at her. "I don't like it either but we just have to deal with it until she gets back. It's only temporary." She gave Aeva a quick, reassuring glance before looking forward again. "She'll fly back soon. Don't worry." 

Aeva pouted. 

"But I'm no good at this stuff!" Aeva huffed, crossing her arms. "I like it better when I'm burning shit. At least that's easier than this," she said, waving a hand towards the huge line of people they still need to see. 

"I want to go flying with Vesuvius, damn it!" Aeva continued sulking on her throne. "What’s the point of having a bloody dragon if we never have any time to fly?" She pouted. 

Naerys sighed, feeling her cheeks ache from all the polite smiling she had to do. 

"On that we can agree. Let's hope Saena gets back soon. My face hurts." 

"My ass hurts." 

"I didn't need to know that! Damn it, Aeva!" 

|| The High Queen & the Magister || Pentos || Entrance of the Cheesemonger's Manse ||

"G-Good morrow, m-my Lady! How m-may I - ?"

The obese Magister of Pentos whimpered as one of Saena's guards snarled at the man, unsheathing his sword threateningly. 

"Hold your tongue, Cheesemonger!" The guard sneered at the pathetic, blubbering man. "This is no mere Lady!" He spat the title like an insult. "How dare you - ?!"

"Calm yourself, my friend," said Saena with a pleasant smile on her face, placing a placating hand on the guard's shoulder briefly. "I'm sure Magister Ilyrio meant no disrespect." She smiled at the obese man, looking wholly unbothered, but a hint of malice could be seen in her golden eyes. "The poor man either seemed to have an unfortunate slip-of-the-tongue or he truly has no idea who I am. And he can't help it if doesn't know, now can he?" 

At that, the guard gave one last glare to the quivering Cheesemonger then promptly straightened up, sheathing his sword and stood dutifully beside his Queen. 

"You stand in the presence of High Queen Saena of House Caesar." The guard announced proudly. "The Supreme Ruler, the Black Dragon, Daughter of the Rhoyne, the Unburnt, the Great Liberator, the Bane of Masters, Rider of Ancalagon the Black. The Conqueror and Just Queen of Essos." 

Ilyrio Mopatis gulped as he hurriedly bowed low even before the guard finished with his Queen's impressive list of titles. 

Feeling his legs start to shake, Ilyrio hesitantly glanced up at the First Queen of Essos and couldn't help it as his greedy, lustful eyes took in her otherworldly beauty. 

With her silvery-gold hair, smooth brown skin and captivating golden eyes, Queen Saena embodied the enchanting beauty of the Rhoynar people and the Valyrians of Old. 

At the thought of the mixture of Valyrian and Rhoynish bloodlines, his mind couldn't help but think of a certain boy who he'd secretly masqueraded as the son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Elia Martell. 

Just then, Ilyrio's eyes accidentally caught Queen Saena's and he felt immediate dread at her knowing gaze- Like she knew what he was thinking. 

She knows! A panicked part of his mind screamed, driven by some kind of heightened instinct when confronted by a threat. 

No! Another part of him scoffed in disbelief. How could she possibly know about Young Griff? There's no way! His mind rejected the illogical thought instantly. 

She couldn't know! 

Could she.....? 

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|| Japan || City Streets || 

I am SO glad 008 psychic transferred the Japanese language right into our brains! Travelling in Japan would suck if I couldn't understand anything. 

009 smiled as she walked down a busy street, thinking of her Telepathic sister. 008's ability to instantly download knowledge into your brain was so useful! 

Thank God for 008. If wasn't for her, then 009 would just be another bumbling tourist. 

Window shopping as she walked past many aesthetically pleasing shops, 009 made a mental note to get a 008 a nice present before she flies back to the UK. 

With her one hand inside her hoodie pocket and the other holding onto a bag of pastries she'd bought from the bakery, 009 casually walked down the busy street, absentmindedly dodging all the people rushing past. 

While Japan is a nice place, I'm definitely NOT going to miss their packed streets, 009 thought with a grimace as she leaned away from a woman strutting down the street with her phone glued to her ear. Kinda reminds me of central London. And THAT'S why I never go there....Why did I come here again? Oh, yeah. The bakery. Yum....

As she started walking past an alleyway, 009’s thoughts on her yummy baked treats were shot out the window when she absentmindedly glanced inside the entrance of the alleyway. 

Stopping in her tracks, right in the middle of the busy street, and not caring about the dirty looks she got for that, 009 stared in disbelief. 

Is that a.......child?

No matter how hard she blinked or how long she stared, the sight of a small, white-haired boy slumped next to some garbage on the ground did not dissappear. 

With her usual blank-faced expression, 009 quickly noted the boy's obviously traumatised look as he silently cried on the ground, his red eyes begging for help. 

Is...no one going to do anything? 

009 glanced around the walking crowds of people who clearly saw the boy, but still walked away, uncaring. 

Seriously?! She glared at a passing elderly woman who gave the child a disgusted look. The old hag paled as she saw 009’s pissed off glare and scurried away like a wrinkly old rat. 

Where the fuck are those so-called "heroes" when you need them? They have time to pose in front of cameras but no time to help a little boy? Typical. 

Clutching her bag of pastries tightly, 009 took another look at the crying boy and sighed. 

He reminded 009 of herself and her sisters back when they were first stuck on the streets after escaping the Lab. Granted, they were probably better off than this boy who didn't have powers like them, but it was almost the same scenario. 

A scared child alone and terrified on the streets. 

009 sighed and slowly stepped forward towards the boy. 

I'll just take him to the neatest Police Station, she thought as the boy hesitantly looked up at her approach. They'll help him and problem solved! 

Slowly crouching down to his level, 009 gave the little boy a small, awkward smile and watched as his red eyes widened in shock and awe. 

No wonder he looks so shocked. Poor boy.  Looks like I'm the only one around here that has the common sense to know NOT to leave an obviously distressed and lone child on the streets. 

009’s eyes caught the quick movement of the boy's hands as he balled them into fists and then kept them under his long sleeves, away from sight. 

Looking back to the boy's tear-stained face, 009 tried to not to freak him out with her usual resting-bitch-face and hoped she didn't scare him. 

"Hello," 009 awkwardly greeted the child. "My name's Nina." It was best to introduce herself first to the boy so he wouldn't be as hesitant to talk to her. "Are you alright?"

A dumb thing to ask since he was obviously not alright. But, it was best if she started off with simple questions first. 

The little boy just gaped at her, his face a mixture of disbelief and hope.

He licked his dry lips and stared up at her like 006 did whenever she created something new with her Biokinesis - with awe in his eyes. 

"I......" His voice tailed off as he tried to say something but thought better of it. The boy then stared into her eyes, fresh tears falling down as he started sobbing in relief. 

"P-Please! Help me!" 

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~ ♤ ~ { Naerys | 009 } ~ ♤ ~

(Naerys has heterochromia. One green eye & purple eye)

~ ☆ ~ { Saena | 008 }  ~ ☆ ~ 

(Imagine Saena with gold eyes)

~ ♡ ~ { Aeva | 006 } ~ ♡ ~ 

~ ◇ ~ { Daenerys Targaryen-Caesar } ~ ◇ ~

(Dany looks as she does in the show)

{ H O U S E ☆ C A E S A R } 

[ Pronounced: Kai-Zar ]

~ { What if? } ~ 

|| Westeros || The North || Arriving at Winterfell || 

In hindsight, perhaps coming to Westeros....wasn't the best idea. 

Not that Dany would ever admit it out loud. Especially in front of her eldest sister - High Queen Saena herself. 

(She ignored the fact that Saena could easily tell by reading her mind.)

Saena had warned Dany that most Westerosi were a xenophobic bunch......and misogynistic. And pig-headed. And Hypocritical, delusional, prejudiced, fickle, slow minded, short-sighted, barbaric....the list went on! The High Queen really didn't hold back! 

It was obvious to all that Saena had the lowest opinions on the people of Westeros. All 3 of her sisters did, to be honest. Even the quiet Naerys. 

As Dany rode up to Winterfell on her black horse with King Jon Snow by her side on his own steed, the disdainful glares and pursed lips of disapproval on each Northerner's face they passed by made regret fester in her and a pang of longing to go back to Essos - back to home. 

With a stiff smile on her face, Dany shot Jon a disbelieving look, absolutely bewildered at the hostility of people she'd never even met and came to rescue. 

"I did warn you, Your Grace." Jon said sheepishly, looking embarrassed on his people's behalf and at their behaviour. "Northerners don't trust outsiders much."  

Dany's purple eyes narrowed and the friendly smile she had on her face to appease the skittish people disappeared instantly. 

Why should she waste her time on trying to appease these people if this was how they treated someone who came to help them? 

Dany sighed. 

Saena was right. As always. We've not even arrived in Winterfell yet and I already regret coming. I should have gone on dragonback like Aeva! Riding on a some measly horse next to Jon the Bore was a complete waste of time. Saena should've forbidden me from coming here. What was I thinking? 

As if summoned by her thoughts, the entire surrounding area was soon engulfed in shadow as Dany heard the loud roars of Aeva's dragon and her own high above. 

Dany smirked. She watched the Northerners shout and point towards the sky, frozen in shock. Others screamed and ran back into their homes like spooked rats. A few actually looked awestruck (as they should) at the rare sight of actual dragons flying over the North. 

According to history, the last dragon to be seen in the North was Prince Jacaerys's during the Dance of Dragons. 

As Aeva flew over them on, riding on Vesuvius's massive blood red form, the blazing aura that always emitted from them (both the dragon and her sister) caused the surrounding air to heat up, creating gusts of hot, summer-like winds that began melting away all visible snow/ice. 

With each beat of Vesuvius's gigantic wings, more hot air was quickly produced. The red dragon's scales could be seen emitting a fiery glow, small trails of fire coming off the edge of her wings and legs. 

Shocked exclamations were heard from the Northerners and Dany was even surprised to see genuine wonder on their faces. They still feared them. That hadn't changed, but now there was some actual awe replacing their sour expressions. 

Dany supposed that it made sense since these people were so used to suffering in intense cold and probably lived constantly surrounded by snow their whole lives. So, to see such an instant change of temperature right in front of them would definitely be a shock. The fact they were actually able to see the ground, now completely absent of snow, made some of the Northerners physically bend down to check if it was real or a hallucination. 

Suppressing a an amused smile at their reactions, Dany glanced away and spotted a lake as they passed by. She could see evidence that it had been previously frozen, the small chunks of broken ice still bobbing in the water. Her sister's presence had clearly melted the most of the ice away just by being near. 

Aeva really did live up to her titles, Dany mused to herself in half pride and half exasperation at her sister's obvious showing off. 

Dany smirked and sat up straighter on her horse as she continued riding up to Winterfell. Smugness radiated from her form when Jon turned around to gape at her, his usual broody face now the same mask of awe and bewilderment like his people. 

"What?" Dany asked him, feigning innocence. "My sister is called the Queen of Fire and The Blazing Sun for a reason, King Jon." She smirked at him, the cheeky look on her face similar to Aeva's. "You honestly didn't think they were just empty titles, did you?" 

"Y-Yes...N-no, but...I...I...I..y-ou...s-s-she..she...t-hat." He spluttered, not even being able form a proper sentence. 

Dany refrained from rolling her eyes, but only just. 

She missed Essos. The people there were used to magic. Even before her sisters ruled the land. 

"Her name is Aeva Sunfyre of House Caesar." Dany informed him with sisterly pride. "I think you can figure out why she's called that by now, Your Grace." 

She tried not to sound too mocking with her tone, but Dany was really starting to not care what these Northerners thought of her.

As her own black and red dragon flew by high above, Dany gave a brief smile at her mount, but was inwardly sulking on the inside, still slowly riding her horse. 

I should have rode on Rhaegon! This trip would have been better flying next to my sister instead of trotting along with Jon Snow. 

Knowing how utterly petty Aeva could be, Dany was fully expecting an 'I-told-you-so' from her once they reached Winterfell. 

Ugh. She’s going to be so insufferable now. 

And she's most likely to bring it up whenever they encounter another rude Northerner too. Aeva would probably make a game of it by keeping count too. Her fiery sister could truly hold a grudge and take out her anger in the most annoying, sarcastic way possible. 

Saena and Naerys did say that Aeva could probably take down an army by annoying them to death. 

Perhaps we should test that theory, Dany thought with mirth. And have Aeva annoy the Night King to death. A magical ice monster defeated by a woman with a sharp tongue and a near endless amounts of scathing insults at the ready. 

Dany tried to hold back a giggle at her thoughts, not wanting to give Jon or the northerners an excuse to think she was mad like her Father, but a little giggle escaped anyway. 

Taking a quick side glance at the King of the North, Dany was relieved to see that he was still distracted by the now snow-less lands and paid no attention to her laughing by herself. Or to anything else. The man was completely enraptured by Aeva's casual ability to bring the heat of the Sun wherever she went. 

Dany frowned when she remembered Saena's warning about the infamous Targaryen "madness" and how the Westerosi people expected her to be same way. 

Which was ridiculous. 

And just because she was Aerys's daughter! 

The audacity of these people! To judge me for the actions of my father?! A father I had never even met or want! No wonder Saena despises them. Small minded fools! 

As they drew closer to the courtyard of Winterfell, everywhere she looked, Dany could see the flattened grass, dirt and other plants that had once been buried under piles of snow. 

Entering the courtyard, Dany observed the raw disbelief and awe on the faces of the what must be Jon's sisters waiting there along with their guards. Like Jon, their eyes were wide and darting about every inch of the landscape they could see that had once been covered in snow or ice, but has now nearly disappeared. 

It almost looked like the beginnings of Spring. 

If only Naerys were here, Dany thought with a smirk as she easily dismounted her horse without help. Then it would truly be Spring with her constant presence. 

Alas, her stoic sister refused to even think about entering Westeros. Naerys was generally laid back and not very vocal. But coming to Westeros? She'd been very vocal about that. 

Perhaps, Dany should have considered that her first clue in what awaited her in Westeros? Naerys doesn't speak up often, but her absolute rejection of Westeros should have warned off Dany immediately. 

Dany let one of Aeva's loyal bloodriders and lover - Drogo - lead her horse away as she decided to stand back with Missandei and the rest of her people, watching as Jon Snow hastily dismounted, greeting his family. 

She let him have a moment with them, knowing how it feels to be away from your siblings for too long (especially with the Starks tragic history). 

Jon practically bear-hugged his brother, his arms holding onto the boy in the wheelchair in a tight embrace.

From where Dany was standing, she could clearly see the blank stare and blatant disinterest on Brandon Stark's pale face over Jon's shoulder. The Stark boy wore an expressionless mask better than Naerys did as his King brother embraced him. Whereas Naerys always had a certain sense of warmth to her gaze, Brandon Stark's eyes were cold and blank. Like an empty void of nothingness. 

Dany exchanged quick looks with an equally disturbed Missandei, who also saw what she saw as they observed the youngest Stark. 

There something wrong with that boy. 

And it wasn't his disability. 

Saena mentioned the Stark boy's Green Seer abilities. How he could warg like Aeva sometimes did. How he called himself the 'Three-Eyed-Raven'. Was this....a side effect of that? Was this Bloodraven's doing? 

Of course, Saena had warned her of the Three-Eyed-Raven and how he seemed to transfer bodies.....like some kind of parasite. First, her own great ancestor - Brynden Rivers (the Bloodraven) - and now this Stark boy. Who else had he previously possessed? What was his motive? What was he? A monster like the Night King? Or something more.....?

Before coming to Westeros, Saena had given Aeva and Dany the best mind protections she could. With her vast abilities of the mind, Saena had created the strongest mental shields for them....and a little nasty surprise just in case the Three-Eyed-Raven tried digging around in their heads. 

Not that Dany was worried about that. Apparently, the so-called "powerful" Three-Eyed-Raven had difficulties warging into people. He was nowhere near Saena's advanced abilities. Her eldest sister could take control of several groups of people simultaneously without exhausting herself - And there were no lasting damages left on a person after she used her powers on them (unless she wanted that to happen). 

Unlike what happened to that poor Hodor boy. All because of that blasted Three-Eyed-Raven's meddling! 

For now, Dany pushed it out of her mind. Whatever was happening (or happened) to the Stark boy was not her problem. He was King Jon's brother, not hers. If his own siblings didn't sense anything amiss with the boy, then what good would it do for Dany to worry about him? 

She'd still keep an eye on the boy - Just in case. 

Keep your friends close and keep your enemies closer. This was something Saena had taught Dany. 

Jon then moved on to his sisters, immediately embracing the younger one first. Short dark hair and grey eyes like her brother - This one must be Arya Stark. The King of the North had often gushed about his little sister as they travelled. It was one of the rare times he smiled. 

Dany could relate. Though she was the youngest, it did not mean she loved her elder sisters any less. Life had been so much better with them than with Viserys. He had loved her once, protected her as much as he could, but his love had finally reached it's limit as they'd grown and he had treated her more like a possession than a sister. She mourned for the brother he used to be and not the bitter, vile man he became. 

Continuing to observe the Stark siblings, Dany raised an eyebrow at the hard glare the dark haired sister aimed at her as she hugged her brother back. 

I expected hostility from the smallfolk of the North, but the Starks themselves? I had hoped they'd be better than that. Dany returned Arya's glare with an utterly unimpressed flat look she'd seen Naerys do most of the time. But, apparently not, she thought as she watched in petty satisfaction at the frustration in the girl's grey eyes when Dany remained unbothered. The girl quickly schooled her features after embracing her brother and before he saw. 

Dany held back a laugh. It appeared the youngest Stark girl didn't want her King brother to know of her misplaced hostility towards her. For someone who didn't want to be like other girls, Arya Stark has certainly mastered the art of subtle, silent bullying that most arrogant highborn maidens do amongst themselves. How petty. 

Glancing at the thin sword strapped to the girl's waist, Dany didn't forget that the Stark girl had trained in Braavos for a while. According to Saena, she'd trained at the House of Black and White, but left them after gaining all the skills she could. And supposedly, the Faceless Men had let her. 

Fool, Dany thought idly, watching Arya Stark smile up at her brother without a care in the world. Did she think the House of Black and White would leave her alone after this? That they would not come after her one day? No one has ever left the Faceless Men - alive. 

Braavos was not under their reign and remained as it was. This was because of the Iron Bank. While Braavos was supposedly a slave-free city, it appeared that the greed of the Iron Bank had no limits and there were indeed several hidden slaves working under the bankers. The bank also secretly funded the previous slaver cities. Saena had found all this out with her mind reading powers. Their minds were open books to her and a wealth of information. 

Jon finally turned to his last sibling for an embrace, a woman with long red hair similar to Aeva's but not as bright, and clear blue eyes. There was only one redhead left in the Stark family so this must be.....the infamous Sansa Stark that Aeva sometimes raged about "giving redheads a bad name" or that she liked Tormund the wildling better. 

Seeing that he was finished reuniting with his siblings, Dany slowly stepped forward with a polite smile, Missandei and her guards right behind her. 

Sansa Stark's face tightened as she approached, her smile stiff as Jon finally introduced them. 

Dany gave a subtle glance around to spot where Aeva had gone. Was she still looking for a good spot to land? Or was she purposefully taking her time so she didn't have to deal with the Northerners? Sounds like something she'd do. 

"Queen Daenerys of House Targaryen and House Caesar," Jon introduced her with an awkward smile as he looked between Sansa and Dany. "And my sister, Sansa Stark, Lady of Winterfell." 

Dany was tempted to look back at Missandei at that. Her Naathi friend was just as passionate as Daera (Naerys's handmaiden) when announcing their titles and was most likely displeased at Jon Snow's unimpressive introduction of Dany. 

"Thank you for inviting us into your home, Lady Stark." Dany said with diplomatic smile, her mirth rising at the slight twitch the redhead Stark had at being called "Lady". It appears Saena was right again. The eldest Stark girl really does have ambitions to be Queen. "The North is as beautiful as your brother claimed, as are you." 

Dany wasn't lying...about the North. It was a very beautiful place. Even all the snow and ice had it's charm. Sadly, the same couldn't be said for it's people. 

"Welcome to Winterfell, Your Grace," was Sansa's only response, her stiff smile gone and now looking just as broody as her brother. 

For someone who'd spent so much time around the likes of Cersei Lannister and Petyr Baelish, you would think the she would have learned how to fake a smile by now. 

Perhaps that was the Northern part of Sansa Stark surfacing - making piss-poor attempts at common decency and civility like the rest of her people. 

Rolling her eyes inwardly at the "warm" welcome she'd received, Dany focused on the bond between herself and Rhaegon, wondering where he and Aeva were. 

Loud roars were her answer and then -

BOOM!

The Starks and the surrounding Northerners yelped, trying to stay upright as the ground slightly shook. Looking around, Dany could spot that Vesuvius's large form had landed just beyond the walls of Winterfell. From this distance, her Rhaegon looked like a hatchling as he landed next to the red dragon. 

Dany stifled a smirk as the Northerners flinched back when Vesuvius's giant head leaned over the walls, her scaly face always in a terrifying scowl, glaring at them. On her back, appearing like a tiny speck, was Aeva who looked like she was laughing her head off in her saddle. 

She definitely did that on purpose, Dany thought in amusement. I wish I could laugh in the idiotic Northerners face too, but one of us has to be the diplomatic one. And I don't have the courage to be as free as Aeva is. How does she remain so unbothered by the opinions of others? 

Finally done with her dramatic landing, Dany watched with a knowing smirk as Aeva got up and stood on her saddle - a normally dangerous thing to do when on a dragon or a horse. 

Dany sighed, her mouth twitching up into an amused smile when she saw Aeva do some exaggerated stretches on top of the saddle. If Saena or Naerys were here, they'd smack her on the head for this display. 

There were several gasps once Aeva finished her stretches and began to glow, her red hair igniting first before the rest of her body was engulfed in bright red flames - the same as her dragon. 

Then Aeva shot up into the sky with burst of flame and flew straight for them, looking like a small sun travelling near the ground. 

Dany and Missandei exchanged mirthful looks and stifled their giggles as Sansa Stark screamed, hiding behind her King brother who was trying to calm her down while still gaping at Aeva's flaming form as it neared their location. 

Arya Stark stood tense, her hand ready on her thin sword. Brandon Stark had no reaction, his blank gaze wasn't even on Aeva. The Northern men and women around them were shouting in panic while unsheathing their weapons, not listening to their King's demands to settle down. 

Waves of heat hit them in the face, reminding Dany of the Essosi weather, once Aeva touched down on the ground before them, her flames not even singeing the dirt - A testament of Aeva's incredible control over fire.  

Everyone had their faces shielded from the bright light of Aeva's flames and immense heat, but slowly put down their hands once Aeva extinguished the blaze. Thankfully, she also had enough control to not burn her clothes off. 

With her hands on her hips, looking entirely too pleased with herself, a wide grin on her face, blood red hair in Dothraki braids, Aeva stood there before the dumbfounded Stark family and the rest of the shocked Northerners.

"So!" Aeva clapped her hands together, beaming at Dany and everyone else as she strode forward confidently.

"What did I miss?" 

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~ ♤ ~ { Elizabeth | 009 } ~ ♤ ~

|| Hawkins High School || Cafeteria || 

She was an anomaly in the usual high school hierarchy system. 

She fit in anywhere but chose not to. Not in an egotistical I'm-better-than-you way. But, more like a cool-lone-wolf kind of thing. 

At least, that's what Eddie thought of the new student of Hawkins High. Elizabeth Jones was an anomaly - a very pretty one too. 

When Eddie had first caught of a glimpse of her during Math class, he'd thought for sure she was a cheerleader. 

Pretty face? Check.

Hot body? Check.

Obviously rich? Check.

Even her voice sounded great. It was so unique. And he's not just talking about the hot accent. She spoke softly, but not in a shy kind of way or like Chrissy Cunningham's princess-like voice. 

No. When Elizabeth Jones spoke, it was always in an even tone, not too loud or too quiet. It was the voice of someone who was confident in themselves but not to the point of arrogant jackass-ness like a certain jock he knew. 

As Eddie sat at his usual table with his fellow Hellfire Club members for lunch, his gaze occasionally flickered towards the blonde, British girl sitting on the same table as Robin Buckley. 

Huh. Looks like Queen Elizabeth finally decided on a friend.

The nickname wasn't out of maliciousness (surprisingly). Most just called her that since she shared the same name, country and accent as the Queen of England. As far as high school nicknames go, hers was pretty tame. 

Pretty name for a pretty girl, he couldn’t help but think. 

Eddie quickly made sure to keep up with all the conversations around the table, not wanting his fellow freaks to catch onto his interest in the new girl. 

Oh, yeah. Eddie was well aware of his growing crush on Elizabeth Jones.

He knows he's not the only one. Every guy in school would have to be dumb, blind and deaf to not fall for her - even just a little. 

Most admired her for her looks. Eddie could understand that. Have you seen her? Cause damn! 

Eddie had seen a lot of spoiled, rich high schoolers spend God-knows-how-much on haircare products to get the perfect flawless hair look. Especially Steve Harrington. 

But he was pretty sure Elizabeth Jones easily won that competition with her silky, blonde locks. 

Eddie would bet his entire D&D set that no one had hair as perfect as Elizabeth Jones did. Harrington's probably crying his eyes out in envy somewhere.

While throughout the day, the average high school students hair usually gets messy at some point. Frizziness was also a thing which doesn't help. Girls usually went off in groups to the bathroom so they could fix up their hair. 

None of that really works out and your hair is never the same perfect way it was in the morning. That was a fact of life. Even Eddie's own glorious locks needed a lot of care to get this good. 

But the same didn't apply to Elizabeth Jones's hair. 

With his constant pathetic pining from afar, Eddie had eventually noticed how her hair seems to always stay in perfect condition - Even when he'd seen Buckley playfully mess it! 

Eddie had watched in silent astonishment as Elizabeth only gently swatted her friend's hand away, then ran her own hand through her long, blonde hair and voilà! 

Eddie had only blinked and, in the next second, Elizabeth's hair was back in it's usual style - half up/half down - without a single hair out of place. 

He'd been kidding before, but Eddie would bet his precious guitar that - somewhere - Harrington was crying waterfalls from absolute jealousy. 

The poor guy already lost his title as 'King of Hawkins High' and now he comes in second in 'Best Hair'. 

Eddie's inner amusement at Harrington's plight was quickly pushed aside once he noticed Elizabeth's pretty little blonde head now facing in his direction. 

Bright green eyes that looked right at him. 

Oh shit! Oh shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! She's looking over here! Why is she looking over here?! Did she catch me staring like a creep?! Shit! Great! Now, she's gonna think I'm some creep who likes watching girls eat! Shit! Shit! 

While Eddie's inner thoughts spiral, trying to keep his flustered panic from the rest of the Hellfire Club, he didn't notice when Elizabeth's green eyes shifted away from him. 

He didn't notice when the British girl turned back to her only friend who had a knowing grin on her face. 

"See? I told you he was staring!" 

Robin Buckley grinned at her teasingly, taking great delight at finding another boy caught staring at her. 

009 gave her new friend a blank look. Was she supposed to feel flattered? Offended? Annoyed? It's not like he was the only one staring, so why was Robin making such a big deal about it? 

"And....?" 009 asked dryly, wondering where this was going. 

Robin rolled her eyes. Her new British friend could be really dense sometimes. 

"And that's Eddie Munson." 

"Am I supposed to know who that is.....?" 

"He's in our Math class, dingus!" 

"I forgot." 009 shrugged, not really caring.

Robin couldn't help but laugh at Elizabeth's I-don't-give-a-fuck attitude. It was one of the reasons she'd decided to befriend the blonde girl. 

Also because of her hot accent and pretty face.

Robin couldn't blame Munson or the other boys for staring. 

If her heart wasn't already taken by Vickie, then Robin would've probably tried shooting her shot with Elizabeth. 

"How do you forget about the only guy in school who has tattoos, crazy long hair and makes louds ass speeches on top of cafeteria tables everyday?" 

009 only shrugged again, looking wholly unimpressed. 

A loudmouth metalhead wasn't the strangest thing she'd seen, so the guy wasn't really memorable for her. 

Honestly speaking, Hawkins in general wasn't really a memorable place. It was the classic, cliché, nice little town where everyone knew everyone since almost all of them grew up together here. 

Hawkins was a boring, little town. 

If not for those missing people reports from last year, a crazy mall fire and some boy (Was his name Bill or Will?) "supposedly" coming back to life a few years ago, then this town was pretty normal as can be. 

Since 009 was a transmigrated soul, this wasn’t really any shocking news to her. Though not common, tragedies could happen anywhere - even in boring small towns like this. 

She'd seen stranger things in her first life. Her second life couldn't possibly compare. 

Could it......? 

(Some time later - 009 would be eating her words.)

(It's a good thing she still had her Biokinesis.) 

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Lucerys remembers falling. 

He remembers rain. Thunder. Dark clouds. A taunting voice. A demand for his eye. A gigantic monster chasing after him. A castle surrounded by storms. A fat, bearded man sneering at him. 

He remembers the sunlight. The relief of escaping the storm and the monster. 

And then sheer chaos.

The monster was still there. 

Lucerys had no time for panic because then there was just pain. 

So much pain.

The monster's jaws had engulfed them. Instead of being swallowed whole (like he feared), the monster had given one powerful bite that had torn Arrax apart and left Lucerys in two pieces. 

Somewhere between the intense pain and shock, Lucerys felt something snap deep inside him. A bond severed. 

Arrax was dead. 

He remembers seeing the blurry image of the lower parts of his body falling alongside side him. His legs. Those were his own legs he saw. Severed from his top half. 

Arrax was gone. Torn to pieces. 

He vaguely remembers hearing panicked shouts before the monster killed them. It had sounded like his uncle. But why? Isn't this what he wanted? He can have Lucerys' eye now. He could even take both if he wanted to. 

A gift for my mother. 

That was what Aemond had said. Hadn't he? Back in Storms End. 

He still remembers the Queen's words from all those years ago at Driftmark. 

Bring me the eye of Lucerys Velaryon, she'd commanded that disgrace of a Kingsguard, Cole. 

Well now she can have it, Lucerys thought with some dark humour as he plummeted towards the sea. He wished his uncle good luck in fishing it out. 

I'm sorry, Mother. 

Prince Lucerys Velaryon died before he even hit the water. 

Lab Experiment 009 woke up and found herself underwater.

In another body. 

Some random person's body.

Somehow.

With her Biokinesis flaring to life, she could feel the horrid condition her new body was. 

It was a male. A teenager. The body was in two pieces. The upper half was still sinking to the bottom of the sea, the entrails ripped apart and floating away. The lower half was nowhere to be seen but she could sense it was somewhere above her. The legs had separated and one was floating on the surface of the water.  

Unlike most people, who'd be utterly (and rightfully) terrified in this situation, 009 just rolled her eyes. 

What? She'd had worse injuries back at the Lab. This was nothing. 

And it wasn't the first time she'd been cut in half. 

009 pushed all thoughts of her bizzare situation aside and focused on what she could do. 

Like getting out the fucking water. 

Focusing, 009's power spread out inside her new body, the sinking upper half immediately stopping itself from going further down into the darkness below. 

Altering this new body's biology was easy. 

First, she’d grown some gills on the neck to breath underwater. It was going to take a while to get back to the surface and she couldn't hold her breath that long anyway. 

Next, she took control of the separated lower half of her body - the boy's body - and telekinetically forced them towards her. Zooming through the water, the legs and pelvis soon appeared within sight. 

Turning her floating torso slightly, 009 reconnected the torn body parts together and felt her Biokinesis start it's instant regeneration. 

Organs regrew themselves. New intestines were created, growing at rapid speed. Torn skin and muscles healed up instantly. Bones were mended and regrown stronger than they previously were. The large, jagged bite marks on the body disappeared in seconds, leaving no scar behind. All minor injuries were completely gone. The skin left unblemished. 

Now healed and in one piece, 009 gave a brief look over the tattered clothes of her new teen boy body and grimaced. 

With the state of the boy's clothes, he might as well had been naked. 

Thinking it over, 009 decided to shapeshift her legs - the boy's legs - into a large, blue-ish fish tail. A mermaid tail. Or merman. Whatever it was called, she didn't care as long it helped her swim faster. 

The sudden transformation had gotten rid of what scraps of clothing had been left on the legs. 

Which meant she - the boy - was left naked. 

009 inwardly shrugged at that, uncaring. What? It's not her fault shapeshifting usually left her naked. At least the boy's lower parts where covered by scales. 

After ripping off the tattered clothes left on the arms and chest, 009 wasted no more time and shot off like a bullet, swimming upwards to the surface. 

As 009 neared the surface, the light grew brighter, and with one final, powerful push of her tail - the boy's tail - she broke through. The water parted around her as she burst into the open air, droplets flying off her in all directions.

She gasped for breath, her lungs filling with fresh, unpolluted air and felt the sun's warmth on her face as she blinked away the water. Ripples spread out from where she emerged, the calm surface disrupted by her sudden arrival. 

As her eyes - the boy's eyes - took in her new surroundings, something stirred in the back of her mind. 

While 009 was staring at the foreign surroundings in bewilderedment, the body's previous owner regained consciousness. 

Lucerys Velaryon was alive once again.....and now sharing his newly healed body with someone else. 

009 froze, feeling another presence in her mind. 

Who the hell are YOU?

Lucerys, who'd been shocked but happy at his healed state, flinched when he heard a young woman's voice inside his mind.

I am Prince Lucerys Velaryon, he'd answered back reflexively, still in shock. 

Was that a....tail? A fish tail? Was he half fish now? Did he come back from the dead as a fishman?

No. It looked more like a merman tail. Like in the stories Grandfather Corlys told him. Like the drawings of the Merling King. 

Did that mean....he really was a Velaryon? Along with the Fourteen Flames, the Velaryons also worshipped the Merling King. Was this his doing? Had he been turned into a merman because of his Velaryon blood? Was he really trueborn and not a bastard? 

Before his thoughts spiralled even further or 009 could reply, they both were hit with a monsterous headache. 

AARGH! 

Lucerys cried out, feeling like his head was being split open. 

Fuck! 

009 swore, gritting her teeth but endured the pain. 

That was when the both of them were able to view each other's memories. 

All of them.

The incredibly painful headache faded away and the  both of them were left flabbergasted at the life each other had. 

You have dragons?! 

You have magic?! 

King's Landing - The Red Keep

Helaena Targaryen suddenly froze, hand hovering mid-air as she stopped sewing. 

Her servants glanced at each other uneasily, used to the new Queen's odd habits but still finding them discomforting.

Such as right now. 

Queen Helaena had been happily sewing away and one second later, she was staring blankly at a wall. 

One brave maid tentatively stepped forward to check on her. 

"M-My Queen? Is everything alright?" 

At the sound of the maid's voice, Helaena blinked and shook her head. 

A bright smile was now on her face. 

"No more Blood and Cheese!" She exclaimed happily, putting down her sewing needle. "No more rats!" 

Helaena was now giggling to herself and clapping her hands enthusiastically. She looked like a great weight had suddenly been lifted off of her, providing relief. 

The servants exchanged uneasy glances again, but let her be. They had no idea what she was talking about but at least she was happy. 

Helaena's happy giggles eventually died down as she had another vision. 

A large wall. A crack. Cold blue eyes. Snow falling from the sky. Dead men. It was so cold. So much cold.

"Winter is coming." 

The servants were puzzled at Queen Helaena's sudden need to repeat House Stark's words. Was this her way of saying she wants to visit the North? But why? 

"But," Helaena continued with smile as she saw new visions of a blonde woman with bright green eyes.

A crown made of the most beautiful flowers on her head. Wherever she walked, life bloomed. Riding a majestic dragon into battle against the one with the cold eyes. No more ice and snow as dawn approached. 

"Spring is here."

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Mama Creel POV

Virginia Creel couldn't help the tears of relief from falling as she stared out the window of the kitchen while washing dishes. 

As she absentmindedly scrubbed off a particularly stubborn stain off a plate, her eyes remained glued to the two small figures sitting in the garden. 

One was her own son, Henry, and the other was their new neighbours daughter, Pandora. 

For so long Virginia had felt like their was something wrong with her little boy. She had felt awful for thinking it, but she couldn't help it.

Henry was nothing like his sister, Alice. 

He was too quiet. He avoided social events like the plague. His closest friends were disgusting spiders. 

And he looked at everyone like he was staring at them through a microscope. There was a coldness to his gaze. A sense of detachment. Like he didn't belong with them. 

Virginia was a horrible mother to think this way about her little boy. But.....it was the truth. Henry was too different. She couldn't understand him. No one could. Not her husband. Not her daughter. Not even the kids at school. 

As each day passed, she watched Henry's eyes grow colder. Like he was losing more emotion each day. Whatever warmth he had was replaced by something unsettling. Something Virginia didn't wish to name. 

Her little boy was becoming a stranger to her and Virginia feared the day he would eventually snap. 

Shame welled up in her at these thoughts. What kind of a mother was she? Scared of her own son? 

But her gut told her otherwise.

Alarm bells went off in her head when she started finding dead animals in the garden. 

Which were conveniently found after Henry was there. 

Virginia shuddered, remembering how Alice had screamed after finding a dead bunny. 

Her son was becoming a monster. She had no proof but her (survival) instincts told her otherwise. 

She feared the day he'd switch from dead bunnies to dead people. 

Virginia admitted to herself that she was a bad mother. She'd failed her son. He'd chosen to become a monster and there was nothing anyone could do about it. 

And that's when the Braddocks moved in to house nearest to them. 

They were a family of three and came from the UK. 

By then, Virginia had lost all hope for her son. She thought it was too late for him to find his way back on the right path. 

Then, in one last ditch effort to help him socialise, Virginia had dragged a reluctant Henry with her to greet the new neighbours. She'd even made cookies for them to compensate for her son's dour attitude. 

The Braddocks were lovely people.

Arthur Braddock was prettiest man she'd ever seen. He looked like Prince Charming come to life with his perfectly coiffed blond hair, icy blue eyes and heart-stopping smile. 

If Arthur was Prince Charming, then Catrin Braddock was Snow White. She had lips as red as a rose, skin as white as snow, but her hair was silky brown instead of black and her green eyes put emeralds to shame. 

Virginia found herself charmed by their British accents and charismatic personalities of the couple. 

But not as charmed as her son was by their daughter. 

Little 11-year-old Pandora Braddock was just as beautiful as her parents. It was easy to tell that she going to be a stunning girl as she grew up. She had her father's light blonde hair, her mother's green eyes and both their pale skin. 

At first, Virginia had been alarmed at the way Henry's gaze remained glued to young Pandora Braddock. She feared the worst and thought he was dissecting her with his gaze. Like he did with the dead bunnies. 

It was only after the two kids spent some time alone together and had come back after the adults had finished talking, that Virginia had realised something had changed in her son. 

It was after many, many playdates the two had together, that she finally caught on to what changed. 

Virginia felt like an idiot for not noticing sooner. But can anyone really blame her? Her son was not normal. He did not have normal reactions. 

Staring at them now, huddled closely together in the garden, she felt dumb for missing the obvious signs. Even her usually-oblivious husband noticed before she did. 

Watching the way Henry looked at Pandora, she could see the new softness in his gaze. The way he stared at her mouth as she spoke. How his cheeks flushed whenever the girl caught him staring. They way he leaned closer to her and used every excuse to touch the British girl. The way he smiled at her. Only for her. 

To say had Henry had a crush on the girl was an understatement. Despite his age, her son looked one step away from proposing on the spot. Or eloping. He looked absolutely besotted than any 11-year-old boy she'd seen. 

Virginia wanted to curl up on the kitchen floor and cry in relief and gratitude. 

Pandora had saved her little boy. 

Her son was finally behaving like a normal kid. 

No more dead animals around the house. No more shutting himself away in his room with the spiders. 

Now? Instead of dead bunny corpses, their garden had gorgeous flowers mysteriously blooming in random spots. Flowers that her son conveniently gifts to his new, pretty friend whenever she comes over. 

Henry rarely spent anytime his room now. These days, he's usually at the Braddock's house with Pandora or at the park with Pandora or in the garden with Pandora or at the library with Pandora. 

He'd have taken her to his room too if Mrs Braddock hadn't forbidden it. Though they were young, the girl's mother didn't want her to be left alone with a boy in the his own bedroom. 

A month ago, Virginia would've scoffed at the thought of her Henry and a girl in his room being a concern.

A month ago, girls weren't important to her son. Back then, she doubted he had any feelings at all. 

But now? Virginia was delighted to see that she was wrong. 

Her little boy had feelings! Actual feelings! For a girl!

Her Henry had a crush! 

In the back of her mind, Virginia didn't think "crush" was the right word for what her son felt. 

It looked more like the beginnings of first love. 

How cute! 

As Virginia finished up washing the dishes, she took one last glance out the window and unashamedly watched the way her usually antisocial son blushed and held Pandora's hand as they talked. 

While Henry looked at Pandora like she was the Sun, the girl in question appeared oblivious to her son's pining. 

Virginia couldn't help but giggle to herself at the sight of them. 

With Henry finally acting like a normal pre-teen kid with a massive crush, Virginia and the rest of the family had jokingly taken bets on how long it takes for them to get together. 

With the way her son looks at that girl, Virginia knew there'd be no one else for her boy. 

Some time in the future, she knew Pandora Braddock would become Pandora Creel. 

Mama and Papa Braddock POV

Catrin gritted her teeth as she stood next to the window, her gaze fixed on the two figures sitting in the garden, talking. Her little baby and that Creel boy.

"Are you really going to stand there and stare at them all day, my love?" 

She sent a glare towards her amused husband, wanting to strangle him. How dare he look so relaxed while that boy was drooling all over their little girl! 

"Are you seriously alright with this?!" Catrin hissed at her pretty-boy husband, gesturing sharply towards that boy in aggravation. "We were lucky enough to get a second chance at life with our baby and now we have this boy trying to steal her away!" 

Arthur merely stared back in fond amusement at his angry wife, finding the furious blush on her cheeks adorable. 

His gaze flickered towards the two children outside and then back to Catrin's angry face. 

He shrugged, feigning his disinterest at her concerns and felt his lips tug up into a smirk as his wife scowled at him. Before she decides to kick his ass, he quickly reassured her.

"Relax, love!" Arthur placed his hands on her shoulders reassuringly. "There's literally nothing to worry about. He's just a little boy with a crush."

Catrin's glare shifted from the Creel boy to him at that.

"You were once a little boy with a crush," she snapped back at him with a deadpan look. 

Arthur blinked and only stared back at her innocently. 

"So?" He asked with fake confusion, holding back a laugh as her cheeks flushed again in anger.

She was so easy to tease! And so cute! 

"So?!" Catrin repeated incredulously. "And we're married now, you idiot! What do you think that means for our little girl?!" 

"That I should start sending out wedding invitations?" He asked with a laugh, unable to stop himself from teasing his pissed off wife. 

She shrugged off his hands and punched his right bicep in retaliation. 

"Ha.Ha.Very funny, pretty boy." Catrin rolled her eyes, calming down after all his stupid teasing. 

"You think I'm pretty?" Arthur fake gasped, batting his eyes like a maiden. 

She rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile at her goofy husband as she playfully shoved him. 

"You know you're pretty. Stop fishing for compliments, idiot."

"But I'm your idiot." He winked at her, smirking.

Pandora/009 and Henry 

Meanwhile, 009 had finished discussing different training methods on Telekinesis with her new friend Henry and had walked back to her kitchen to grab some snacks.

.....Only to be met with the sight of her parents flirting heavily with each other. It looked like they were having a moment. 

009 made a face and felt her appetite instantly disappear. She loved her parents but did not want to see that right in front of her eyes. They looked like they were going to eat each other. 

Ew.

Thanking God that they hadn't noticed her and Henry near the doorway, 009 absentmindedly took Henry's hand and gently lead him back to the garden with her. 

"Come on," she whispered to him so her parents don't notice them. "We'll get something to eat later. You do not want to be in the same room as them right now. Trust me." 

As 009 held Henry's hand and gently tugged him along, she never noticed the blush on his cheeks or the longing on his face.

"Okay." Henry agreed with her, his mind more focused on the feel of her hand in his. 

He glanced back at Pandora's parents, who were still gazing into each other's eyes and leaning towards each other with soft smiles on their faces. 

Henry's gaze returned to Pandora once again, admiring the way her long, blonde braid swayed on her back. 

One day, he vowed, that'll be us.