Alyssa Pierce was the kind of girl who always had one earbud in and her mind somewhere far from reality. Not that she hated the world—she just didn't trust it all that much. With a degree in History, a casual love for TV shows, and a soft spot for dragons, she navigated life with a mix of sarcasm and iced coffee.
That night, the sound of rain tapping against her small apartment window in Chicago was the only soundtrack. Curled up under a thick blanket, Alyssa scrolled lazily through fan comments in a House of the Dragon forum while her phone charged nearby.
"Three-Eyed Raven sees everything and lets it all happen... That guy's just a cosmic accomplice," she muttered, rolling her eyes.
She tossed the phone aside and flopped back onto the couch with a long, tired sigh. Sleep hit her like a truck. She didn't even turn the lights off.
…
When Alyssa opened her eyes, the apartment was gone. The rain, the couch, the warmth—everything was gone.
There was absolutely nothing.
Just pitch black. No sound. No scent. No weight.
And worse—she couldn't move.
She tried to scream. Nothing.
Tried to blink. Nothing.
Tried to cry. Still nothing.
She didn't know if she was dead or trapped in some twisted dream, but one thing was certain: she was stuck.
Time had no meaning here. It could've been minutes. It could've been centuries. She felt no hunger, no pain, no thirst—only the crushing silence of a universe that seemed to have forgotten her.
"Is this it? Is this what death feels like?"
And then, for the first time, something changed.
A single point of light appeared in the distance.
Small as a star.
Then it grew.
And kept growing.
Until it became a blinding burst of warm, white light.
The void turned into chaos: heat, pressure, muffled noise, and a strange pulling sensation.
She was being pushed. Squeezed. Pulled.
Something around her throbbed, alive.
She was being born.
A baby's cry echoed first—not hers.
Then cold air hit her face, and her own cry followed.
She didn't know how, but deep inside, she understood everything instantly:
"I've... been reincarnated?"
— "Two girls!" a woman's voice exclaimed, nervous but excited.
"Wait... two?!"
Alyssa couldn't open her eyes yet, but her tiny heart pounded—or whatever heart this new body had.
She could sense another presence, just as small, lying close beside her.
And then another voice spoke:
— "The first will be named Daenerys. And the other…"
"Oh, hell no…"
She was the twin sister of the Mother of Dragons.