Bringing Fire to the Inkworld
Who? Daenerys Targaryen and ZukoWhat? Through the Rift into Inkworld When? After the explosions Where? The forests of Inkworld Rating? PG-13, maybe R
Daenerys Targaryen stared angrily down the barrel of a crossbow. The soldier at the crossroads was becoming very irritating. She'd been leading her Khal on a forced march through the desert trying to find some food to feed her horses and her men. It wasn't easy and this irritating gadfly was making it ever harder. "I am Stormborn, peasant. Move or my Khal will move you and seize this pitiful barracks. As it is we only claim what is due a Khaleesi and her tribe." She glared at the soldier, who responded by tightening his grip on the crossbow handle. Dany's Bear yelled harshly at him to move, and then impatiently, drew his sword. It was at this minute that Dany saw the grip come to the point where it could go no further. The crossbow fired. It all happened in milliseconds. The crossbow flew and the dragon on her shoulder roared in a panic, and then… The world went to hell and the very sky split.
Daenerys patted her forehead, then her chests. She noticed three things. The first, this world was very different. For one thing, grass. Everywhere. Her horses and her people would be thrilled, but that was the second thing, they were gone. She then noticed the third thing. Damn it, once again her clothes had burnt away. Oh well, a Khaleesi rarely gave a shit about that. She spat on the new world to own it and then took stock of what she'd carried with her. Precious little, but she did seem to have the scimitar she'd strapped to her side. Nothing else had come, not even her great knight. What bizarre sorcery was this? Who had done this? What would become of her Khal? She let out a fearsome howl. They, whoever they were, had not reckoned on the ferocity of she who could not be touched by fire. If all she had to her was blade then she would bury it in the fucking skull of whoever had taken her so far away from her Khal.