thequeenbrandonian

Stormborn assassin, Mother of Dragons— Now she waits for her shot. Her shadow lands Across craters and sands Silver as her locks. By Gods both old and new, She has sworn to see this through, Across three discs, and at last— On four, with the blood of Old Valyria And some really good materia, A spell she begins to cast. Above, wide wings wax, Summoned by mana tax, As something evil wakes. With her party sequestered In a land more westward, Alone with Drogon, she must face An ending entity Of icy enmity, This: the final boss. Active time gauge now filled, Daenerys uses her skill: Fire and blood. She says, “Dracarys.”