AN: This is just sample of this chapter since I haven't given an update in quite a while, the full chapter with be updated in the next day or two.
Jon stood with Viserion who had landed heavily on the ground and made his way next to Jon who strayed a hand over the creamy scales a jolt made his eyes gloss over before he felt his mind connect with Viserion.
"Hear me young...Jon... look at my and head my advice, you're going to spend your life having one epiphany after another, always thinking that you've finally figured out what's holding you back, and how you can finally just let go, Jon, just let go... These men are here to slaughter Dragons and Targaryen - is that the person who could watch a city burn just because of his blood, let go of the fear that you don't belong and become a man and fight for it. " Jon stumbled back still holding his sword as he looked deep into Viserion's eccentric eyes 'gods I'm going crazy,' Jon thought as Drogons own voice filled his head "My brother speaks the truth, Jon, although im not as smart as him become the man you were born to be" his booming voice ceased at the sudden thought to Aemon's words back when he was on the wall.
Jon dug deep down in the most profound part of his mind and had been transported back to a memory of him and Aemon at the wall.
The old man felt Jon's face "Allow me to give my lord one last piece of counsel, the same counsel that I once gave my brother when we parted for the last time. He was three-and-thirty when the Great Council chose him to mount the Iron Throne. A man grew with sons of his own, yet in some ways still a boy. Egg had an innocence to him, a sweetness we all loved. Kill the boy within you; I told him the day I took ship for the Wall. It takes a man to rule. An Aegon, not an Egg. Kill the boy and let the man be born. You are half the age that Egg was, and your burden is a crueler one, I fear. You will have little joy of your command, but I think you have the strength in you to do the things that must be done. Kill the boy, Jon Snow. Winter is almost upon us. Kill the boy and let the man be born" Jon thought long and hard about those words as he came back up to the surface, he had woven them into his mind for so long; he had trouble remembering his face, Jon frowned looking at the armies assembling towards them; did Aemon know he was his nephew deep down in his heart.
Jon sighed as a warmth filled his heart as both he and Viserion watched Daenery's fly away on Drogon. Holding a firm grip on his sword, Jon caught a glimpse of golden white shimmering in the far distance above them. Viserion who roared towards it, the now empty sky neither called back towards them, Jon made up his mind and rushed on top of Viserion and made his way onto his neck, when he touched his soul once more " Viserion, burn them all " Jon thought as Viserion luanched himself up into the air with his massive hind legs Jon watched as hundreds of volleys of arrows were heading their way, "Viserion to left" ; Jon said quickly as one look sent a barrage of flames into them.
Bran lay beneath godswood that had intertwined itself into the three-eyed Raven he sighed as he closed his eyes and the earth beneath him disappeared... Bran opened his eyes and watched out into the darkness back home in Winterfell, Robb surprised him and carried Bran up to bed all by himself. Grey Wind led the way, and Summer came close behind. His brother was healthy for his age, and Bran was as light as a bundle of rags, but the stairs were steep and dark, and Robb was breathing hard by the time he reached the top.
He put Bran into bed, covering him with blankets, and blew out the candle. For a time, Robb sat beside him in the dark. Bran wanted to talk to him, but he did not know what to say. "We'll find a horse for you, I promise," Robb whispered at last. "Are they ever coming back?" Bran asked him?
"Yes," Robb said with such hope in his voice that Bran knew he was hearing his brother and not just Robb the Lord. "Mother will be home soon. Maybe we can ride out to meet her when she comes. Wouldn't that surprise her, to see you ahorse?" Even in the darkroom, Bran could feel his brother's smile. "And afterward, we'll ride north to see the Wall. We won't even tell Jon we're coming, we'll just be there one day, you and me. It will be an adventure."
"An adventure," Bran repeated wistfully. He heard his brother sob. The room was so dark he could not see the tears on Robb's face, so he reached out and found his hand. Their fingers twined together he faded into blackness, and when Bran opened them, he saw his young father praying with a bowed head "…let them grow up close as brothers, with only love between them, and let my lady wife find it in her heart to forgive." A girl whispering in the shadows "Death is owed a life" in then another flash; A red hair girl on her toes kissing a knight as tall as Hodor; Black and white shot through the endless sea ; Other lords of the North: tall, hard, stern men in fur and chain mail conspired against the south; A bearded man forcing a captive down on his knees as city watched on, and a white-haired woman holding her throat as death spoke.
Bran awoke with a horrible feeling in his stomach " It felt so real. Why are you doing this to me?" he looked up to the Crow intertwined into a weirswood tree. For a time they gazed at each other without a word until he spoke: " I'm Teaching you to fly." he quipped as Bran frowned " I can't fly! I can't even walk" he angrily said to the Crow who only smirked, "Grab the tree again young Bran and let's see how far you can fly." he said as his eyes twinkled in the darkness.
Bran took a deep breath and grabbed a hold and was instantly flying out above the ocean.