Chapter Five
**Ser Jorah's POV**
Ser Jorah could not believe the events that had happened recently.
He felt like he was witnessing the beginning of the Age of Heroes reborn.
First, the princess, whom he had conflicting feelings about, on one hand, he so wanted to believe her dream and wished to aid it. Then there was the pardon, a chance of going home and being free once again, he missed the north he missed the cold he missed the forests he even missed Bear Island.
He'd made his decision that day at the market when he'd saved her from the poisoned wine, not only had he fallen in love with her in his way, he fell in love with the dream she had, but her vision of a better world, of breaking the wheel of fate.
When all seemed lost, when he wanted to run and leave it all behind with her and the few that would come with. She had other plans, she had walked into the fire of her dead husband's pyre, the mad witch screams of agony all but forgotten as he watched her walk in like the queen, she was, no fear. A miracle born not seen in an age she had given life to the three fossilized eggs. Dragons were reborn right in front of his very eyes crawling over The Khaleesi's nude form, even covered in ash she was regal.
Now a being sent by the dead had fallen from the heavens with the powers of a god; in order to aid his princess, he had his suspicions about the servant Winky but the witch, her face was far to honest.
Watching her transform things, this was no witch or sorcerer, he'd seen their petty magic tricks and their poison potions, snake oil all of it. But to witness as this young girl started altering the earth itself into whatever she wanted with a mere wave of a hand... If he had not witnessed it with his own eyes he would call anyone who claimed the same, as a liar. How was this not a godly being? She may be naive and innocent in ways, but he had seen it in her eyes she had taken lives, but she didn't enjoy it. That told him more then he needed to know what kind of person he was dealing with, much like the Princess but more experienced.
They'd all known when they set out into the Red Waste it would be a gamble. They knew the odds, but what choice did they have? Enemies all around, not even a hundred people in their Khalasar, and most of those women and the injured (at the time).
Qarth was the only place they could go where they would not be either turned over to the Khal's or murdered for King Robert, he had an idea for a way to gather an army quickly they just needed to reach Qarth where he had a favor to cash in to get a ship.
Perhaps now, if the princess could get Lady Granger's aid, they might just have a real shot at taking back the throne and going home.
But first, there was something amiss about that servant of Lady Granger, his instincts were never wrong about such things.
It had been subtle, but he'd seen the way the witch had twitched, which he was sure the princess had missed probably an old injurt of some sorts. She'd been paying more attention to what the strange elf creature was doing.
He saw it in the eyes of the servant, he knew that sight because he had it as well, either a betrayal or withholding something vital enough that they felt guilty for it.
When the witch offered to heal the sick and injured, many were skeptical.
She assured them she was only using potions and normal magic, no blood or evil magic. She would even allow everyone to watch to prove it was safe.
So they left, as the princess wished to help the little dragon laying comfortably on the witchs shoulder, which she allowed with a bit of humor.
Rakharo was keeping guard over the princess, even though Jorah felt that even if he were there to help, neither of them could save her if the witch wished her harm.
Which she didn't seem to wish, the opposite really, as she started walking off, waving her wand as everything around camp started to mend itself to brand, new quality.
This, of course, caused even more murmuring, even some bowing there heads as the 2 girls past talking animatedly.
His life was getting far too complicated.
Now he needed to see if he could get answers from this elf creature.
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**Daenerys's POV**
Daenerys watched with everyone in fascination as this witch healed people in seconds, her child Viserion draped over Lady Grangers shoulders like a scarf as she would occasionally pat him on the head affectionately. I couldn't find any reason to feel afraid for my child, he seemed so very happy acting as an accessory that it brought a smile to my face, *when was the last time I smiled* I thought to myself.
Curious gazes followed everything she did as she kept pulling out bottles from that strange little bag of hers, Potions where just a few drops completely healed a slashing wound, Where she simply pointed her wand at a broken bone and it mended, a salve that not only healed the sun damaged skin but brought it back to life. It was humorous watching Lady Granger turn beet red and squeal and run out of the healers tent, little Viserion squawking his displeasure, as the Dothraki started to disrobe to apply the salve "ALL OVER". How could such a powerful being that can reshape the world around them be so...innocent.
Within an hour, all of her Khalasar looked to be in absolute perfect health. You could see the hope returning in everyone's eyes as those thought to be soon to be lost return to full health in moments, it truly was the work of the God's Dany thought.
Then Dany was shocked as she found Hermione pointing her wand at Dany's stomach, and a silver light shot into her.
For a moment Dany thought she had been betrayed yet again then she felt lightheaded for a moment, then she felt as if something deep inside that had been bothering her had come undone, like a tricky knot that has now been loosened. The wave of nausea faded quickly, she felt... better, better than she had since before... well, everything.
"I went ahead and removed that rather vile birth control curse placed on you, I figured after watching me heal everyone, you might trust me enough to remove it from you, I hope you don't mind," then she continued. "You see all young witches where I'm from are given Private lessons with Madame Pomfrey, we are all taught a spell similar thou I've never seen it used as a curse, so that's a new one, Hermione said with a blush.
This caused Dany to freeze, wide-eyed almost afraid she didn't hear correctly.
Could it be true? Could she have been cured so quickly?
The thought of never having children again... she was still trying to come to terms with it, she believed she would be the last Targaryen.
Just for a burst of light, and her hopes and prayers were answered, she felt whole once again. How could this be, how did her dead brother trick this being into helping her?
Thoughts of her future and possibilities thoughts lost came back all at once. She could be more than just the Mother of Dragons someday, all thanks to this little witch.
Dany found herself moving yet again before her brain could process what she was doing.
She found herself in the arms of the young witch, crying into her neck, she felt the other girl return the hug and even stroke her hair, Viserion gently nuzzling her cheek. Nothing was said the entire time.
She didn't know how long she stayed like that, but upon breaking the hug, she started to chuckle.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to attack you like that. I just thought that part of me was taken for good," she said, hoping Hermione took her embarrassment for what it was.
"Let's see if Winky is finished up with cooking, shall we?" Hermione said. Nothing further needed to be said, between the two as Dany was hopeful once again.
Dany just nodded, and they made their way back to the large magical tent, the possibilities of such a thing giving Dany a headache.
They came upon Winky scolding what looked to be a strange rat, holding it over a strangely growing pile of shiny metal objects.
"You gives back Winky's favorite pot, you thief, or I'll have Mistress let me cook you for dinner instead!" Winky said, shaking the poor creature more.
Even more absurdly large things fell out of nowhere.
"Winky, stop that now! You will hurt the poor dear," Hermione said, running up and taking the poor dizzy creature from the elf with care. "You must have escaped Hagrid, aren't you clever," she said. As she pet the animal it curled up happy in her warm hands, making her smile, "you must remember my smell from visiting Hagrid, well lets get you something to eat and maybe get Winky her pot back, hmm."
The pile looked mostly like junk—rusted tools, a few broken pieces of jewelry, a very shiny uncut gemstone, a Valyrian steel sword, a—
Wait a moment.
Dany saw Ser Jorah eyeing the sword on the ground as well eyes wide.
The blade looked brand new, but the handle, pommel, and guard were in rough shape, it seemed time had worn down the inferior materials and left just the blade perfectly intact.
This was worth a fortune, in the right buyer's hands, it could almost cover a small army by itself, she had heard of small wars started just to own one of these legendary blades.
Ser Jorah spoke first, "Excuse me, my lady, the sword that creature just dropped...may I see it?"
Hermione simply picked it up, looked at it as if studying something for a second, Her eyes glowed for a moment, "Interesting idea, I see they made up for having very little goblin steel by using obsidian as a magical medium as well as the final quench in dragons blood." Then she waved her wand over it and just tossed him the blade.
"Ehh, it's a rather pathetic attempt at a magic sword, but it should still be an upgrade to a normal steel sword. You can have it if you wish. I have a real one downstairs."
Then she walked off, carrying the creature into the tent, asking it very nicely for Winky's favorite pot back.
Dany looked at Ser Jorah holding the sword, the Pommel now replaced by a golden dragons head that looked remarkably like Viserion.
Everything was fixed, and it was now sheathed in a new scabbard embossed in scarlet and gold trimming.
Had that just happened?
Had that girl just thrown away something people would go to war for and called it a pathetic attempt?
Wait—did she say she had a *real* one?
What does that even mean?
Daenerys needed to lay down, this was becoming too much.