Journey to the West

"Its a beautiful sight isnt it?" Daenerys said when she saw me admiring the sunset on the horizon. My sister was nearing her 60th birthday yet she looked as young and as beautiful as our teenage grandaughters.

Rhaena, my eldest daughter with Rhaenys had always had an adventurous soul and on her 16th birthday she made me promise to sail with her around the world. It took years to plan the expedition and we only set sail after she was 18 and pregnant. What she didn't expect was that most of her sisters and aunts wanted to tag along, including Nymeria, Visenya, her younger twin sister Rhaenyra, her grand-mother Daenerys and the Commander of the Kingsguard Arya Stark with her tom-boyish daughter, Lyarra.

Merely a week after departing from the westernmost outpost of the Iron Islands, we came across a group of mermaids sunbathing on some rocks. But unlike their sexy fairytale counterparts, they were utterly despicable with scaly skin, lidless red eyes and shark-like teeth. However, some of my weak-minded male crewmembers were bewitched by the mesmerising songs that the sirens sang and they even instigated a mutiny in order to take a closer look by sailing the ship towards the razor-sharp rocks. Needless to say, I wiped their minds clean and ordered them to spend the rest of the journey below deck.

"How much longer do you think it will take till we reach shore?" Daenerys asked after we watched the sun dissapeared beneath the distant horizon. She was 3 months pregnant with another child and wondered if we would return to the capital in time for her to give birth.

"Tomorrow." I replied, I also knew exactly where we would land. Between the great continents of Essos and Westeros lies a series of mystical and magical island chains. Most of whom was home to many plagues and deformed creatures. However the ship was heading to two islands that was inhabited by the object of every guys fantasies. One was the island fortress of Themyscira, the home of Queen Hippolyta and her amazon warriors. The other was the mystical land of Kalimdor, home to an ancient and immortal race of elves whom are most likely descendants of a powerful valyrian sorcerer that settled upon the island years before the Doom.