Summary: Jon Snow was raised as a Targaryen, nephew to Daenarys and Viseryn Targaryen and heir to the throne of the Seven Kingdoms. Eliah Baratheon is the second youngest of the King and Queen. Their tale is one of fire, blood and the fury of a dragon. Pairing inside.

Pairings: Jon Targaryen/OC, Sansa Stark/Sandor Clegane, Daenerys Targaryen/Khal Drogo

Warnings: Slight sexual preferences, swearing, darker!Jon, possessive!Jon, shifter!Jon

Eliah Joanna Baratheon was held in high regard throughout the kingdom for the gift the Seven Gods bestowed upon her. The gift of prophesying dreams.

Many a times she would dream of acts that would befall upon her father and therein she would make it so the dream would not come true. She dreamt of snowy rivers, of tired wolves, of gowns and crowns, of blood and war. She dreamt of skies and castles. She dreamt of boats against the harsh sea.

But none were like this dream.

She dreamt of a man, at 17, with hair as black as night and eyes the color and as harsh as the sea. She dreamt of his cruel smirk, of his dark eyes, and she dreamt of scales and fire.

The first time it happened, she was 11. The man was at least 13 with a silver sword at his hip and two blond children at his side. She could not hear what he said but she saw his lips move, dragons do not cower.

Her father did not learn of her dream.

She dreamt of the man day after day. Of his curled locks and amused stares. Of his strong body and ruby studded sword. She dreamt of fire and blood and the silent fury of a prince without a kingdom.

She vowed, on her 14th name day, that she would find her handsome hero and she would save him. She was the Oracle, after all, and what she did was save people.

Jon Rhaegar Targaryen was no hero and he did not need saving.

He grew up with his aunt and uncle, Daenerys and Viserys. Daenerys or simply Dany was his favorite. They ran together and played together and he adored her. Viserys, not so much. Viserys called himself 'the dragon' which he was not.

Jon was.

Jon loved fire, letting it pour upon his hand and watching his palm stay fierce and strong and clean as the fire cleansed it. He soaked in water heated to the max and yearned to be a dragon, to fly upon the clouds and feel the roar of fire in his veins.

So he did.

Jon, son of Rhaegar and Lyanna, grew wings and scales and slitted gold eyes and he flew. He flew above the clouds, out of sight, and laughed joyfully inside as he flew. Only his dear aunt knew and she kept quiet, even with the abuse Viserys bestowed upon her.

And then of course came the dreams. The wonderful dreams of the beautiful maiden with blue eyes, sharp and steely, and hair that fell to her collarbone in waves of black. She tempted him with her lovely red lips, glimmering wetly, dressed in gowns made of silk and satin. Jon knew he would have this woman, no - this girl, and he would have her as his as he took the Seven Kingdoms back - with blood and fire.