Hey guys just to forewarn you I might have to reupload this story. For some reason I can't see my reviews. It says I have eight and I know of six reviews that I had but when I click the review icon it says no reviews found. If anyone can pm me and let me know how to fix that I'd be forever grateful! Anyways on to the next chapter!

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Rin

Melissandre sat in her chambers standing close to a standing metal fire pit. Though her small room was cold with the brutal weather of Castle Black, where she had fled after her Azor Ahai imposter Stannis Baratheon fell into ruin, she didn't stand in front of the flame for warmth only for the slight hope of seeing her true promised prince. She knew Stannis's loss of the war was her own doing. She had fed him stories of him being the Azor Ahai when all R'hllor showed her was snow.

She prayed over and over to her God of Light "Show me a glimpse of the Azor Ahai my god. Show me and I shall do anything to be in his service and yours for all my days" She had been saying the same words or ones to the similar affect for hours now.

Her red eyes looked weary and her normally ladylike appearance was disheveled by the long ride from Stannis's camp to the Wall. After another hour of not glimpsing anything in the flames she looked away to see it was past supper time and most of the Nights Watch had apparently taken themselves to bed.

Maybe my God has left me just as my parents did and just as I did to Stannis. Maybe this is my punishment,she thought bitterly to herself. She turned to put the standing fire pit out but as she went to smother the flames they grew bigger and brighter than she had ever witnessed before.

Rather than searching in the tendrils of flames for answers her hands shot out on their own accord and took the flames into her hands. Her eyes glowed with her God and she was taken into a vision like no other she's had before.

She saw what looked like a young dragon and wolf lying together in bed. Then just as quickly as she'd taken in the scene it changed to a young girl with dark hair and gray eyes screaming and crying as she gave birth alone in the top of a small tower. She saw a young boy of four and ten running with a white wolf pup in his arms and a young silver haired girl across the sea with a baby dragon at her breast.

In the blink of an eye the image changed again to the young boy changing into a wolf and howling unlike any wolf before. She heard the voice in his wails "I am the Dragonwolf and I will take what is mine with Fire and Blood."

It changed again and again showing her the silver haired mother of dragons she'd heard so much about and the Walls own bastard of Winterfell Jon Snow. Then suddenly it stopped. She saw Jon Snow circled by his own brothers. She saw him being stabbed and she heard "For the Nights Watch" several times as she had before.

Once again it changed and she saw herself lighting a pyre with Jon Snow's lifeless body. She heard her speaking the words Lord Thoros had used to bring back Beric those six times he had passed on. She saw the fire rising, burning away all the wood and straw that had been placed to make the pyre. She watched until the flames had died down to nothing but whispers and watched herself place a kiss upon Jon Snow's lips.

"Behold the new Azor Ahai! The prince that was promised and Lightbringer his sword of flames!" She heard herself cry out and then she was thrown from the vision.

Sweat dampened her body and made her hair stick to the nape of her neck and her dress cling to her skin. The chill of her bed chambers did nothing to cool her. She was gasping and trying to process what her God had just shown her. Jon Snow a nameless bastard the Azor Ahai? No it could not be. Sure he was honorable and loyal and a fine warrior but he was no promised prince not with half his blood unknown and his lowborn status surely not.

But her God had never lied to her before and she followed only his guidance and wisdom. Who was she, a mere former slave of Essos to question the one true God? She clambered to the door determined to find her Azor Ahai before his brothers could get to him. She exited the tower in which she slept to the open, snowy courtyard of Castle Black. In a distant corner of the grounds, a circle of twenty to thirty Brothers stood in a circle around an unknown object.

Her heart lurched. They started to disperse and she pushed past all of the men fleeing the scene of the crime. She pushed until she came to the center and there he was, her poor promised prince face down in the snow in a pool of his own blood. The light had since faded from his eyes and she held him close shaking with tearless sobs.

She knew what she had to do and the longer she waited, the less likely he was to be the same. She called Ser Davos over from a shadowed corner where he was lurking, watching the spectacle.

"Build a pyre, Ser Davos. Nothing extravagant, just enough to burn away the boy. " And big enough for the man to be born she thought to herself. "And bring me his sword do it quickly, we don't have much time."

He gave her a look as if to say 'I don't serve you.' but she gave him a menacing glare with her red eyes and he looked at Jon covered in his own blood and nodded before going off to find what was needed. He found an old wooden table of no use and big logs and enough hay to lay down twenty beds. He heaved Jon's dead weight onto the small table in the wee hours of the morning the sun just beginning to light up the first bricks of the wall. They struck longclaw down in the table at Jon's feet She lit the fire quickly and watched the wood and hay slowly burn away. As the structure of it all fell away she began to say the ancient words as she circled Jon Snow's pyre. Brothers of the Nights Watch gathered around to listen to what the Red Lady was saying with little interest.

"Lord cast your light upon this man! Your servant! Bring him back from death and darkness! His flame has been extinguished! Restore it!" She cried to the heavens and the flames spreading her arms out from her sides as if embracing some unseen force. She then leaned through the flames not caring about the heat or her dress burning away and bestowed a kiss of life on Jon Snows lips.

"Behold the new Azor Ahai! The Prince that was promised and Lightbringer his sword of flames!" With a gasping breath and the howl of a wolf somewhere in the distance Jon Snow died and Jon Targaryen rose.

Ok so quick second chapter to show how Jon was brought back and how Lady Melissandre knew to bring him back. The next chapter will be all about Jon dealing with being brought back to life and making plans to follow his destiny and his mother's words across the narrow sea. Don't forget to review!

Much love,

Rin xoxo