Please note that this is my first Fan-Fiction ever, and I would really really appreciate some feedback

Jon Snow

The breeze blew strong and cold across his face, causing him to turn in his fitful sleep. Suddenly he awoke, feverish from his nightmare.

"Ygritte!" He exclaimed as he sat up.

"Sorry to disappoint you, but it's just me," Said the man with his back to the sun.

Jon squinted, refusing to believe what he saw.

"Father?"

There was no way it could be him, his father was beheaded in Kings Landing.

"Aye, it's me Jon. No no, stay seated, we need to have a talk," said Ned Stark.

"But, you're dead, Maester Aemon, he got a raven, you were killed for treason. How is it that you're here? Where are we?"

"You're dead Jon, you were killed by the men of the night's watch."

"Why didn't you warn me?" Jon asked heatedly "Why didn't you tell me what type of people would be there? You just sent me off, your own son, without telling me what it would be like. How could you do that to me?"

"Jon, you're not my son." Eddard looked down at a seated Jon remorsefully, "I've always told you that you were a Stark Jon, but you are not my son."

"Wh-" Jon Started.

"Let me finish, I loved your mother Jon. I loved her more than I have loved any woman in my entire life. Not a day goes by when I don't think of her, miss her, and wish I could have her back. Your mother was stolen from me, that is why I went to war with Robert"

"You went to war to overthrow the mad king, and put your friend on the Throne!" Jon exclaimed emotionally. "How could you lie to me? How could you try to make me feel like I belonged? I always knew I shouldn't be there, that I didn't belong with Sansa and Robb."

"I said, do not interrupt me," Eddard said sternly, "I loved your mother. Jon, I told you, before you went north, that the next time we spoke, I would tell you who your mother was. I'm sorry to say that your mother died giving birth to you."

"Wh-," Started Jon

"You're my Nephew Jon, your mother was my sister, Lyanna. And you're not a bastard Jon, and you're right, you are not a Stark either. When Rhaegar kidnapped Lyanna, he whisked her off and married her secretly, after getting her with child. I was there when you were born Jon. My sister, she made me swear I would tell nobody, and raise you as my own son. Jon, You're a Targaryen"

Jon stopped himself before he burst out, and thought back. Maybe being a Targaryen wouldn't be so bad. Afterall, Aemon was a Targaryen, and he was a great person.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Jon asked skeptically.

"Nobody but me knew, Jon, it had to be that way. The first thing King Robert did was see to the death of every Targaryen, and if he had learned that you were the son of Lyanna and a Targaryen, I don't think anything I said would have been able to stop him Jon." Eddard swallowed and looked away, trying to hide the tear that rolled down his face.

Suddenly, the wind changed direction, both Jon and Eddard looked over, to see a young woman approaching from the east.

"Ayra!" Jon shouted, concerned for the safety of his sister, only to realize that this woman was a little too tall.

This girl had the typical Stark Characteristics, long brown hair, and the large brown eyes that always seemed to have a gleam of mischief in them.

"Who are you?" Jon asked.

"Hello, Son" said Lyanna Targaryen with a smile, "It's so nice to finally meet you"