Author's Note: Hellooooooo! How're you all doing? I'm doing great! Welp, you guys kept your promise, and now I'm going to keep mine! Here is the full story for the One-Shot "Game of Thrones: Revelations". I would like to thank you all so much for getting me to the goal of 10 Follows/Favorites, all within a single day! I honestly can't believe you guys liked this idea so much! However, before we begin, I need to clear up a few things for this story!

First of all, I need to clear something up when it comes to Jon Snow. Now I know you guys might not agree with the name choice I've given as Jon's true Targaryen Names, but believe me, the other person holds that name and dies during season 1 of the show brings shame to that name. The previous two who held it were great kings, well loved by the people and did their best to make sure everyone was safe and happy!

Second of all, the prologue is going to be a bit Time-Skippy due to the fact that I want to get the foundation set up during the Prologue. Not only that I do intend to have the Dragons hatched fairly early on so they have more time to grow. Not only that, this story will, more than likely, not follow the formula posted in the One-Shot, as that was just an introduction to the idea I had wanted to post. While it will follow the same idea, it won't follow the same formula as the One-Shot dictated. So this story will evolve into something of a beast of it's own. I hope you understand that and can accept what I have planned, however, the foundation will remain the same: Four Dragonrider of the Apocalypse, uniting all of Westeros and Essos against the Night King, his Ice Dragon, and his army of the undead.

Finally, before I end this Author's Note, I've actually got something planned for Jon and Alliser Thorne in this story, so just be ready for that dynamic when it comes!

Now as I've said before, this will not be one to one with the One-Shot I had prepared some time ago, this story may likely become entirely it's own beast whilst retaining the same premise as the One-Shot, so I hope you all understand that, and that you enjoy what you are about to read! Anyway, that is enough out of me! Please be sure to follow, favorite, and review, and please be sure to share this with anyone else who likes Game of Thrones content! Catch ya on the Flipside! DRACARYS!

Prologue: Dragon Dreams

Winterfell, 289 AC

Jon Snow, the Bastard of Winterfell, finds himself standing upon an island surrounded by water, in which he looks around, stunned, feeling the sand beneath his feet, and touching it with his hand. He looks around him and sees others walking towards him, four others, two girls, and one boy, all lead by a beautiful woman with flowing silver-gold hair and bright violet eyes. Looking to the children with her, he sees a boy with silver hair and deep blue eyes and fair skin walking whilst holding the hand of a girl with olive skin, hair as black as obsidian, and matching eyes. In the arms of the woman is a beautiful little girl with long platinum blonde hair and deep violet eyes, looking at Jon with wonder. The northern bastard can't help but blush as he looks at the girl, feeling something in his chest reach out to her. "You finally arrived!" The woman says, walking over to Jon.

"Who are you? Where am I?" Jon asks.

"You are in the Afterlife, but don't think you are dead, young man!" The woman says calmly. "Not many realize this, but when people sleep, they temporarily leave their bodies behind and enter the afterlife itself, allowing them to experience fantasies beyond their wildest imaginings. Sleeping beneath a Weirwood tree intensifies this effect and allows one to remember the dreams they have."

"And what about them?" Jon asks, looking at the other children.

"How rude!" The boy says, "You haven't even introduced yourself!"

"My apologies…" Jon says, humbling himself. "I am… Jon Snow…"

"Snow?" The boy asks, "Are you…?"

"Yes… I'm a Bastard…" Jon says, humbly.

"Well it doesn't make any difference to me!" The boy says, "My name is Aegon Tyrell! A Pleasure to meet you!"

"Arianne Martell, a pleasure!" The dornish girl says, curtsying a little. Jon looks to the little girl in the woman's arms, who looks scared.

"D-Daenerys Targaryen!"

"Targaryen…?" Jon asks.

"She is the daughter of King Aerys II Targaryen, the Mad King, as you people of Westeros call him, and rightly so." The woman says, "I never would have thought one of my own descendants was mad enough to burn people alive…"

"Descendant?" Jon asks.

"I am Daenys "The Dreamer" Targaryen, it is a pleasure to meet you, Jon Snow!" Daenys says, smiling at him, Jon looking in shock. "Now do you remember what your father often tells you?"

"A Child is innocent of the crimes of their parents, lest they commit them themselves…" Jon says, repeating his father's words.

"That is correct, so don't let your perceptions of Aerys taint your views of Daenerys." Daenys explains. "Now there is much I need to show all of you before you all wake up, and I have little time to do it." She snaps her fingers and the group appears before the Caverns of Dragonstone, in which she leads the children inside, until they reach a vault, which she opens. "When I came to Dragonstone with my family, I had a vision of a terrible future that shall befall this land several years in the future." The Vault slides open and she leads them inside, where she reveals to them a great mural, one depicting their future selves, along with the armies of Westeros and Essos, including the Wildlings, fighting against creatures from Jon's darkest nightmares, the White Walkers, their dead armies and ice spiders charging in large wave. "The World knows it by the name "The Long Night", but we Valyrians know it by a more terrifying name "The Apocalypse"..." Daenys then reveals four sarcophagi that lie before the mural, "The Gods, however, had other plans, and granted me the foresight to see four great heroes who would save this world from the Apocalypse, but I would never live long enough to see them."

"Who are these heroes?" Jon asks. Daenys smiles as she turns to the children, giving a gentle look.

"I'm looking at them…" The Lady of Dragonstone simply says, stunning the children. "I foresaw your future selves, along paths you would have taken, but you are not slaves to destiny… And I can only give you the place to start and the destination on which you shall all face destiny itself. However, it will be you four who decide the courses of your history, and it shall be the four of you who shall save this world. However, i only ask that you not speak of this to the waking world, for they will not believe you spoke to a dead woman in your dreams and she told you of the returning Long Night."

"I swear before the Old Gods that I shall not tell a soul of this prophecy until the time is right to reveal it!" Jon says, stepping forward and kneeling, humbled and honored to be given such a role more grand than he could ever imagine. "I humbly accept the role you have given me, Lady Daenys, and I shall not fail you!"

"And that is why the gods named you the White Rider…" Daenys says, proudly "Always the first into battle, leading your men, and the last to leave, covering their retreat…! If it were possible, you would have been Crowned King…!"

"Then I abstain from my claim!" Aegon says, stepping forward and kneeling before Daenys. "I, Aegon Targaryen, who would have been Sixth of my Name, gladly abstain my claim to the throne in favor of my little brother. I never wanted the throne, I was happy living life as I was. Truth be told, I'm more of a follower and an advisor than a leader."

"Aegon Targaryen…?" Jon asks breathlessly, shocked. "But… You're supposed to be dead!"

"As am I!" Arianne says, stepping forward, "My true name is Rhaenys Targaryen, though I hide as my Uncle's heir to protect myself! My brother and I were saved by a clever deception our mother wove and thus what was killed in our place were look-alikes." She smiles at Jon, "And your father wove a clever deception himself, utilizing your mother's northern features to hide your true heritage."

"What?" Jon asks, "What are you talking about?"

"I am afraid…" Daenys says, "You'll need to talk to your father about that, Jon… He may not answer your questions, but if he should try to hide things from you… Ask him this…" She whispers something into the boy's ear, in which Jon's eyes narrow but he nods. "Then go home, my White Rider… Await for your father to return home… We shall meet again after you have learned the truth…!"

Later that Year…

Lord Eddard Stark rides home for the first time in more than a year, finally back from the Greyjoy Rebellion, however, he is afraid of what he has to do next. In order to protect Theon Greyjoy, he has taken him as a ward, or rather a hostage. However, when he returns home, he is stunned to find Jon not present, in which he introduces Theon to everyone, much to Catelyn's horror, but she ignores it for the moment and presents Ned's newest daughter, Arya to Lord Eddard, who smiles as he holds the little girl. Within the next few hours, Lord Eddard relaxes, but his worry for Jon starts to get the better of him, and he begins to ask where Jon is. "Your bastard…" Catelyn says, looking at her husband, "I have heard from the maids that every spare hour he has, when he is not playing with Robb, or on occasion Sansa, he spends it in the Godswood…" Catelyn explains, "That or in the Crypts, claiming he finds peace amongst the Old Gods or the Dead… Whatever nonsense that means…" Ned sadly nods as he kisses his wife and makes his way towards the Crypts, hoping that Jon is in the Godswood and not down here.

Taking a torch, he makes his way to the crypts and finds that there are fresh footprints, Jon's size, making their way towards where Lyanna is buried. He finds the boy placing a Winter Rose into the hand of her statue, but Eddard stops when he sees Jon holding something in his hands, something he had hoped Jon would not find for nearly a decade. Jon is holding a dragon egg in his hands, white as freshly fallen snow, with red markings weaving between the scales, and flecks of metallic gold at the upper tips of each scale. "Jon?" Ned asks.

"Lord Eddard…" Jon says, holding the egg in his hands. "I want to know about my mother…"

"Jon…"

"Why did my mother make you promise to protect me?" Jon asks, looking at him, his eyes becoming a hard glare as Lord Eddard pales slightly. "And why would King Robert want me dead?"

"How did you…?"

"I fell asleep beneath the Weirwood Tree, and I had a dream… I don't remember much, but I know I heard my mother's voice… She said that if Robert found out about me, then he'd kill me… And that she made you promise to protect me… Why?" Jon asks, "Who am I really…?" Ned looks at his son, clenching his fist and, in his mind, realizes the Gods are angry with him and fed up with how Catelyn is treating a child of the North like a piece of filth. So they have taken action, and are forcing Eddard's hand.

"Jon… This isn't easy for me to say… However, know that no matter what I have to tell you, I love you as if you were my own son, and everything I've done, even the fact that I've not stopped Catelyn from tormenting you, was all an effort to keep you safe." Lord Eddard says, "For the truth… You are of my blood, but directly… Your father… You real father…" Ned places a hand on a sarcophagus across from Lyanna, "Rests here…" Jon wanders over to the sarcophagus, and as he looks at it, he moves some dust out of the way with his hand, and sees the Sigil of House Targaryen upon it, causing Jon to gasp in shock. "Your mother never loved Robert Baratheon, and I was a fool to suggest the match…"

"My father…" Jon says, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Your father was Prince Rhaegar Targaryen…" Lord Eddard says, not knowing that there is someone else there as well, hidden behind the darkness. "And your mother was my sister, Lyanna Stark…"

"So I'm not just a Bastard…" Jon says, "I'm a Dragonseed…" A Dragonseed is the term for a Targaryen Bastard, some would see it as a great honor, but to Jon, it was all the more reason why King Robert would want him dead… "My father raped my mother… And I was…"

"No…!" Eddard kneels down and places his hands on the boy's shoulder, "No you are not born of rape, Jon…!" Lord Eddard hugs the boy, "You never were a Bastard to begin with… You're a Trueborn… Your True Name… Is Viserys Targaryen…!"

"Viserys…" Jon says, shedding tears as his father, no, his uncle holds him. "I'm trueborn, but how is that possible?"

"I don't know the details, but your father and mother married with Elia Martell's approval, and the secret wedding was attended to by a handful of individuals. However, amongst them was Rhaegar's most loyal friend and bodyguard not of the King's Guard, Ser Alliser Thorne…" Ned explains to his nephew, "If you still wish to go to the Wall when you come of age, I will give you a letter to give to him to inform him of the situation."

"Thank you… Uncle…" Jon says, "Did… Did my mother or father leave anything else for me?"

"Yes, actually…!" Ned says and opens an alcove beneath Rhaegar's sarcophagus, after replacing the dust to hide the sigil, of course. Once opened, he brings out a chest and reveals inside it is something that causes little Jon Snow to gasp in shock. What he sees is a recurve bow of a beautiful design. "Your mother's last message told me that this bow was called Lucifer, which means "Lightbringer" in Ancient Valyrian. She claimed that the grip was made of Valyrian Steel whilst the arms are of dragonbone, which I would be hard pressed not to believe. Unfortunately, the arms are so strong, even I can't string it…"

Jon gently picks up the bow and follows his instincts as he picks up the string, and, to Ned and the eavesdropper's amazement, Jon strings the bow, much to Lord Eddard's shock. "Amazing…!" Ned says, but then he smiles as he kneels down and reveals that there are a two other objects within the chest. The Second object hat Ned brings out is what appears to be the…

"The Crown of Aegon the First!" Jon says, shocked. "How!?"

"It was Elia's gift to Lyanna, she had wanted to show how much she loved your mother as a sister-wife, and so she gave away one of the greatest prizes that House Martell had ever gotten their hands on. This crown was supposed to rest on your father's head, then your brother's but now it will rest upon yours, if you decide to retake the Iron Throne." Eddard explains, smiling at the boy's wonder. "However, we have one more thing left for you…!"

Jon looks at the chest and sees his uncle reveal what appears to be an Arming Sword, in which Jon's eyes seem to glow as he looks at the sword being brought out. It is barely 3ft long with a flame shaped pommel, a black grip made of dragonbone, which has been carefully carved to allow a raised helix to provide greater grip for the sword. The crossguard is that of twin serpentine candle flames with a ruby at the center, whilst the blade itself, strangely, is as white as snow with deep red ripples flowing through the steel, and it is narrow, as if meant for a woman's hand. The blade has three fullers running down it, with two thin fullers running down three-quarters of the blade's length, whilst the larger fuller runs down the majority of the blade, stopping a few inches before the tip. The Scabbard for the sword is also made of dragonbone, and continues the helix pattern in the grip where the pattern ends at the grip. Jon looks at the weapon in awe, "Dark Sister, one of the two blades of your family. Your Uncle Benjen had brought it down from the Wall the last time he visited, looking for recruits, with your Great Great Great Uncle Aemon sending it down for your nameday!"

"I have an Uncle at the Wall!?" Jon asks, shocked, but then smiles big.

"Yes." Ned says, smiling at him, "Benjen claims that Aemon always said that Bloodraven carried Dark Sister on his person, though he preferred his Weirwood Longbow. Even claimed that when his bow was of no use to him, Dark Sister was always there to save him."

"Well I would be honored to continue the Bloodraven's work in bringing peace to the Seven Kingdoms!" Jon says, smiling. In the darkness, a pair of eyes are wet with tears, in which she slides to the ground, tears in her eyes as she realizes the truth about Jon Snow, not her husband's bastard, but his nephew… HER nephew, an truly innocent boy that she had condemned to die by the pox in her fury and had refused to love even when she had promised the Seven that she would if they saved him. Quietly Cately weeps, realizing the magnitude of her crimes against the boy, her nephew, whom she had placed the blame of a false crime upon. Quickly and Quietly, she returns to the Lord's Chambers and locks herself in, crying into a pillow. She could hear Lyanna berating her for her mistreatment of Viserys Targaryen, but as she weeps, she can only now understand, and in the depths of her soul, the bonds of hate and jealous evaporate like so much water, and a link forms in her heart.

She knows it may be a while yet, but she feels in the depths of her heart that she will earn Jon's Forgiveness, and now she understands something about her own faith… Though Jon was raised as a Bastard, he had proven the teachings of the Seven wrong, and with this, she marches to the Godswood, her mind racing as, before she knows it, she finds herself before the Hearttree and Catelyn falls to her knees before it. 'Old Gods… I come before you as a mother who has sinned against a child… I always felt like a stranger and an outsider here in your sacred space… Though now, I know that the Gods that I was raised under had lied to me… Not on a great many things, but on one thing that had turned my hatred on an innocent boy…' Catelyn silently pleads to the old gods, in which a gentle breeze flows around her, almost in a comforting embrace, compelling her to tell them more. 'I come before you, humbled by my sins, and I seek forgiveness for my crimes against one of yours… I once promised the Seven that I would love Jon Snow after they had spared his life from the Pox… I couldn't keep my promise…'

'I come before you now… To swear an oath, both to you and to the one whose child I have wronged… Let the boy live… Let him live… And I will love him… I will beg my Lord husband's forgiveness for my crimes, and I will hold his identity a secret from any and all but those Jon himself has deemed worthy of knowing… I will protect him from Robert Baratheon's wrath, and I shall do my utmost to see that, if he desires it or honor demands he do it, Viserys III Targaryen sits on the Throne, and to support him in whatever endeavors he wishes of me.' Catelyn Stark prays, bearing her heart to the Old Gods, and for a response, a gentle wind wraps around her, undoing the ties of her hair and allowing it to flow freely. The Wind catches her hair, and the Riverlander Native swears, that two invisible hands gently clasp her own and raise her up, and a woman's voice whispers in her ear something she did not expect to hear…

"I forgive you…" The voice says, to which Catelyn sheds tears of joy, her heart now swelling with joy as she finally realizes that the North and the Old Gods have welcomed her as one of their own. Smiling, Cately gives a bow to the Heart Tree and quickly makes her way out of the Godswood, knowing the first person she needs to see…

Stepping out from his hiding place, Ned can't help but shed tears of joy, he had not only felt something change in Catelyn, but also he had hear his sister's voice again, if only for a moment. All the beliefs in their faith had been true, when the Faithful died, their souls returned to nature itself. However, Ned quickly makes his way to the tree once Cat is out of sight and gently places the dragon egg back within the Heart Tree's hollow, where it would remain safe for the time being. With this, Eddard returns to his chamber where Catelyn is waiting for him, and the door shuts as the two begin to talk.

Dragonstone, the Verdant Paradise

Jon returns to his dreams that night where Jon finds Daenerys alone, sitting at the shores of Dragonstone, crying, in which the boy rushes to her and takes her in his arms. "Dany, whats wrong?" Jon asks.

"My big brother… Viserys… He's dead!" Daenerys says, crying as she holds Jon close. "A mean man came and cut his throat, and Ser Willem and I are on the road to Pentos…" She sniffles and cries, "We're going to meet with a Magister named Illyrio Mopatis… After that… I don't know what I'm going to do!"

"I'm so sorry, Dany…" Jon says, not realizing what he is saying to her, in which Daenerys hugs Jon close as Aegon and Rhaenys walk over with Daenys, who recognizes the tears and look of pain on her descendant's face.

"Oh dearest child, I'm so sorry…!" Daenys says, holding the child close, in which another woman walks towards them.

"Daenerys…" The woman says, to which the young princess sniffles and looks at the woman. "Muna is here… You need not be afraid…" She takes Daenerys in her arms, the girl shocked at this declaration, but cries into the woman's arms, calling her "mother" in High Valyrian. Jon smiles at this and wonders where his Mother is as he looks to the sky, seeing the clouds drift by. However, a cool breeze comes from behind him as Aegon and Rhaenys look in front of them with bright eyes and even brighter smiles.

"Kepa! Muna!" Rhaenys says, rushing over with Aegon, in which Jon looks to see Prince Rhaegar Targaryen walking with Elia Martell and a woman that Jon only recognizes, barely, from her stone statue. Lyanna Stark… His mother… The two tackle their mother and father while Jon stands a distance away, a stunned look on his face as he sees the two before him, the knowledge they are his half-sibling catching up with him.

"My sweetlings…" Rhaegar says, smiling as he holds his children close then notices Jon. "Viserys…" He then sets Aegon down and opens his arms wide, "My son…" Jon can't help but let the tears well up in his eyes as he rushes ahead at full speed, crying as he wraps his arms around his father, but then feels a pair of warm arms gently take him away.

"My sweetling… Little Viserys…" Lyanna says, holding her son close, to which Jon cries as he holds her close as well. Daenys smiles as the generations of Targaryens were reunited with their families, but sadly, she had to break the moment with a clearing of her throat.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but we have something serious we need to discuss…"

"My apologies, honored ancestor…" Queen Rhaella says, holding her daughter as the little girl calms down. Rhaegar also humbly apologizes as Daenys nods her head and snaps her fingers, the group making their way to the Painted Table, however, this table is several times the size of what it is in reality, as this one includes the entire map of Essos as well in fine detail.

"So this is where we stand now…" Daenys says…

The Next Morning, The Road to Pentos

Daenerys wakes up in the cart in which Willem Darry is holding the her, in which she had fallen asleep in the Plowman's arms. "Your grace, you're finally awake?"

"Y-Yes…" Dany says, her voice stronger than before. "I had a dream…"

"What kind of dream, Princess?"

"I… I saw that my niece and nephews are alive…" Daenerys says, "Elia had saved her children by switching them with look-alikes…" Willem looks at her, stunned, "And everything Robert Baratheon says about Rhaegar… It was wrong…!"

"How do you know this?"

"Daenys the Dreamer told me…!" Daenerys says, looking at her. "But… What they say about my father… The Mad King…" Willem listens, shocked to hear that title come from her mouth, "He was actually right… She showed me everything Father did… I swear I won't become like him, no matter how much or how hard the world pushes me to do so."

"I thank the gods that allowed Daenys to speak with you, princess… Though you said Nephews… Does this mean…?"

"Yes, my brother and Lyanna Stark had married and had a child before their deaths… He was protected by the Gods with his mother's features, and was hidden amongst the Wolves of Winterfell."

"A Dragon raised by Wolves." Willem Darry says, smiling. "Well Princess, when we reach Pentos, we will have much to do… But I have something for you… A gift from your mother…" He reaches into a bag and carefully removes a dragon egg from his bag. "One of the last of House Targaryen's Dragon Eggs…"

Daenerys genty takes the Dragon Egg in her hand and she gently caresses it with a smile on her lips. "Hello there… I'm so glad to finally meet you…" Daenerys feels the warmth from the egg, and in the depths of her soul, she can sense the joy of the unhatched dragon as well. She gently cuddles it as Willem smiles at the Princess, and looks West, hoping to the gods that this girl's dreams were right and that there are surviving Targaryens hidden amongst the Westerosi.

The Reach, Highgarden

Aegon smiles as he faces off against his adoptive brother, Loras, the two of them using wooden swords whilst sparring, the two boys smiling as they block each other's oncoming attacks. The Queen of Thorns smiles as she watches her grandchild and adoptive grandchild battle each other fiercely, only for Aegon to maneuver and grab Loras's wrist and toss him to the ground whilst pulling a wooden dagger and placing it against Loras's neck. "I yield!" Loras says.

"You're getting better!" Aegon says, helping his brother up with a hand, smiling. Loras smiles as he stands up, stretching, firing back at his adopted brother that he's still no match for him.

"Well done, both of you!" Olenna says, smiling, "Oh Aegon, Loras, your nameday is soon, have you decided on what you want?"

"Yes, Nana!" Loras says, speaking his wish, whilst Aegon takes a moment to think.

"There is only one thing that I want, Nana…" Aegon says, "A Dragon Egg…"

'Ohoh?' Olenna thinks, 'Now that is interesting!' She smiles at the boy, "Why a dragon egg?"

"I…" Aegon looks down, "While I do love my family, I feel lonely without one…"

"Then it is a good thing I brought this!" She smiles as she waves over a servant, who carries over the egg on a pillow, it is a deep red dragon egg with flecks of silver and deep blue swirls. "This was the prize my son claimed from the Greyjoys during the Rebellion, he said it would make a great gift for you! Pompous oaf nearly gave your identity away." To this, Aegon slams his palm into his face at his adoptive father's antics. "Now… I need to know, Aegon, do you still intend to become King?"

"No…" Aegon says, "I had a hard look at myself, and I realize that I would not make a great king, especially with my… Temper…"

"Very wise of you, but who would become King in your place? We know your sister is alive, but even she knows she wouldn't make a good queen." Olenna says.

"I… I have another sibling…"

"Oh?" Olenna asks. "Does this have to do with the dreams you have been having lately?"

"Yes, and I saw him…! His is a situation similar to Rhaenys's! He's hidden amongst those who share his features!" Olenna rubs her chin with a smile, "Please don't press me for more… We don't know where the Spider is watching from."

"Then I will only ask you for a clue… Was his mother the Knight of the Laughing Tree…?" Aegon smirks as he looks at his Nana, to which Olenna gives a satisfied grin, "Then I shall pry no more, my darling grandson. So please forget this conversation…!"

"Wait what were we talking about, Nana?" Aegon asks, a genuinely confused look on his face. However, Olenna knows this game that Aegon plays, if somebody asks him to keep a secret, he asks a question in relation to forgetting what they were talking about.

"Oh nothing in particular, now go to the Maester, your lessons will begin soon!"

"Yes, Nana!" To which he and Loras walk towards their lessons, the old woman smiling as she thinks of a possible bride for young dragon.

Dorne, Water Gardens

Rhaenys sits in her lessons, listening closely as she knows that they will become necessary later, though she honestly can't shake the rage the fills her very blood… Her baby brother, Viserys, having been treated so poorly throughout most of his life. Whenever she looks at the House Tully Symbol, a fire rages in the pit of her stomach, and she has to force herself to remain calm, for she knows Lady Stark knows not of Visers's true heritage, and she is only acting in the way the New Gods would allow, accursed they be. As of this morning, Rhaenys's Faith in the Seven has been shattered and replaced by not but rage towards their cruelty, and instead, she found faith in the Old Gods, which, thankfully, here in the Water Gardens, there exists a Weirwood Tree, but not one known to the North. The Weirwood here in the Water Gardens is a species that has adapted to life in the desert, turning it's once snow white bark black, and it's red leaves as blue as the sky. This is the Heart of Dorne, the most precious and Sacred Heart Tree south of the Neck, and it has been protected by the Martells since the Water Gardens was built. The Godswood which surrounds it is not filled with the Trees of the north, which would not survive the desert sun, but is instead filled with trees from Essos that are known to survive the Red Wastes and other hot and dry regions of Essos.

Thanks to her Uncle's travels, Rhaenys has learned that the Warlocks of Qarth retain several such sacred trees near their House of the Undying, was shocked to learn that they actually make an ancient, but sacred, brew from the leaves of the Desert Weirwoods, one taught to their predecessors by the Children of the Forest of Essos before the Red Wastes became what it is today. Thankfully, over the years, she has shared letters with the Warlocks and they explained that one can obtain magical powers by drinking the sacred brew known as the Shade of the Evening, but they know that the magic granted to those who drink the brew is incomplete, as it requires the sap from it's white and red counterpart to be made complete and the magical abilities granted to the drinker permanent. As such, Rhaenys has taken to study everything the Maester of the Water Gardens, Archmaester Marwyn, the Mage, has to offer her.

However, aside from this, Rhaenys has already been given her Dragon egg, and, thanks to the instructions of her Maester, already plans one of two lives to be sacrificed to hatch it, though one is more preferable than the other. However, as her uncle Oberyn has always said: "How life begin is always entertaining, and our kind must be sure that it's end is worth a wait". So she has decided to do as the Tyrells do, wait and play the long game, and hopefully an opportunity will come where she will burn Ser Gregor Clegane alive for the rape and butchery of her mother… If her Valonqars don't catch him first… And the thought of the word excites her… "Valonqar"... Little Brother in High Valyrian, and it excites her, the knowledge that her siblings are alive fills her with a joy greater than she could have ever possibly imagined… The Loneliness gone, for a Targarye alone in the world is a truly terrible thing… And the loneliness had nearly eaten her alive on more than one occasion, but now she knows her siblings are alive and well, hidden amongst those still loyal and just. Aegon and Viserys, both her baby brothers are alive… and she smiles… "Oh My Kings to shield thee from Danger's deadly call… I will sin, I will kill, I will sacrifice my all…" Rhaenys sings, the lyrics to a song she was writing in her spare time, a smile on her face.

Dragonstone, the Verdant Paradise

Looking at the Great Map within Dragonstone, Daenys, along with the Targaryen Kings and Queens of Westeros of the Past, all those who had done great things for the Realm, all look down as they watch the children, the last hope for their house, go about their lives. They all watch proudly as someone walks in, and all of the Kings and Queens bow as they give this one individual room a respectable amount of space. Daenys looks up and sees the person before her with a smile, a black cloaked figure with his head invisible to others. "Morghul, He with many Faces… To what do we owe the honor of this visit?"

"My Champion has been born of House Stark…" He waves his hand and reveals little Arya Stark, "My Angel of Death has entered the World of Mundos…"

"My Lord…"

"No, it is alright, I know she was not destined to be of your Dragonriders, so I see no insult. However, she will be vital to your plans to stop the Great Other…" He waves his hand, and reveals a great frozen castle in which a creature sits upon a throne, frozen to it, and the Targaryens feel a chill running down their spines. "The Seal will only hold for about another decade at most… After that, he will be freed…"

"I still cannot believe the Children of the Forest were foolish enough to summon and bind him to the Material Realm!" Aegon the Conqueror says, venom in his voice. "He even forced R'hllor to split himself amongst two bodies to deal with that monster, and the best he could do with what power he had was to seal the Devil away…"

"Peace brother…" Rhaenys says, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"There is nothing we can do about it now, Aegon…" Visenya says, gently but firmly. "All we can do now is aid our last descendants into stopping this thing…"

"You're both right…" Aegon the First says, taking a breath. "Still though, if our descendants, or this Arya Stark, can manage to shatter the Heart of Winter within the Great Other's chest, then he will be returned to his place in the Frozen Wasteland…"

"That is true, but your descendants will not be able to kill him, only slow him down and weaken him…" Morghul says, "It will require somebody blessed by Death to release him from his mortal prison."

"I know, my Lord…" Aegon says, humbly bowing his head.

"Now though, we have another problem…" Morghul points to Pentos, and there Aegon sees a white haired young man sleeping in Illyrio Mopatis's Manse, where the fat Merchant gently brushes his hand against the boy's hair, and Daeron the Good places his hand against his mouth.

"A Blackfyre…!" Daeron gasps, shedding tears of joy.

"The Last of his Kind…" Morghul says, "He will be used as a tool by Varys the Spider, but if you can draw him here and have him speak with Aegon and the others, perhaps there is a way that we can avoid needless bloodshed…" The Targaryens then begin to discuss amongst themselves possible solutions, in which it is Elia Martell who makes her presence known.

"Your graces, what if we actually paired him with my daughter Rhaenys?" Elia explains, "My daughter is of Royal Blood, and if we can unite the two warring houses of Black and Red once more by marriage, then we could end the Blackfyre Rebellions once and for all!"

"Of course!" Rhaella says, stepping forward, "If we can have it that Blackfyre and Rhaenys marry, then their child would be eligible to marry into both Jon and Aegon's bloodlines, then the children of both brothers would marry and thus end any possible chance for another Dance of the Dragons!"

"It is a longshot, but it could work!" Jaehaerys the First says, voicing his opinion.

"Let us hold a vote!" Aegon the Conqueror says, to which everyone nods. "All in favor of this play, raise your hand, those against, step forward…" Fortunately though, every Targaryen, after considering the options, decides to give the plan a chance to see if it will work. "Alright then, when our descendants, the Riders of the Apocalypse, next convene, we shall invite the Blackfyre to speak with them and us, and we shall bring the plan to them."

"I also say that we should allow the Starks and the houses they share blood with, as well as the Martells and their linked bloodlines come to this meeting so we could all discuss the future of Westeros." Speaks Viserys the Second, "It would be wise to include them now that Elia and Lyanna are joined to us via marriage, the same with all of us who have spouses who were married into the House Targaryen or married into other houses."

"Agreed!" Viserys the First says. "Besides, it would show them that we respect their thoughts on these matters!"

"Then we have a plan…!" Daenys the Dreamer says, "Then I declare his meeting adjourned…!" If one could see Morghul's face, they would see him smile. The God of Death can't help but feel that things are starting to look up for the world… Long since his followers have lost their way, but now his Angel has been born, and if things go according to plan, they will be able to return to the who they once were, angels of mercy rather than killers for hire, and they would be integral to the balance. However, there is one more place he has to visit, to visit somebody he has not seen for a long time… And he needs to inform her of the plan for her little Water Dragon… The Mother Rhoyne…

"It has been a while since I had last seen her… Hopefully she is in a pleasant mood…"

The Land of Always Winter…

In the furthest part of the Lands of Always Winter, a man sits upon a throne, bound to it in a layer of crimson ice, crystallized Dragonfire. It doesn't hurt him… Nothing can hurt him… He wish that there was some way he could be free… Not of this prison, far from that… His Queen… She was not here… She had attempted once to free him from this prison of flesh that those damned children had sealed him in, attempting to bind and control him. Only they had not realized that he was not a simple demon that could be bound and chained… No…

He is a God… The Soul of Ice... the Lord of Darkness… God of Night and Terror… King of the Evil Gods… and Twin brother to R'hllor, he is the Great Other, though his true name, to the histories, has been lost. However, he remembers it, and his bride remembers it… He had seen it, she had willingly defiled herself with a mortal man, corrupted him and his Order of Black Brothers, all so that the blood magic she wove would destroy that which bound him in this prison of frigid flesh… But her mortal vessel was killed, and she was forced back into the Frozen Wasteland to rule their kingdom alone… When he sleeps, he is able to return there for brief instances, comfort her… Make love to her once more, though when the sun rose over this world, he would be forced from her side, to wait out until the sun set once more, and another fleck of metal from his brother's incomplete sword would chip away…

Oh how he longs for the day where he can finally destroy the Last of the Weirwoods, their magic being what binds him to this mortal plane… True this world would die in the process, but they remade the world once, they could do it again. However, this time, he would ensure the gods would no longer be able to interfere with Mortal Affairs… He had warned them time and time again that interfering with the Mortals would lead to nothing but trouble and annoyances, but they would not listen to him due to his position as the "lowest" of the Gods… All save for R'hllor listened to him, knowing that the God of Ice was incapable of lying.

He would make the other gods rue the day they had failed to listen to him… But above all else, he would never forgive them for making his bride cry by allowing the Children of the Forest to bind him. However, his thoughts return to a fleeting memory, one that makes him smile…

"I promise you brother, one day you will be free, when four will rise against you, uniting the world against your undead armies, and it shall be Morghul's Champion who shall set you free... Until then, I shall allow you to return to your bride briefly every night when you sleep… Giving your brief respites from your torment…" R'hllor had said to him, stabbing the Fire God stabbing him with his broken sword. "I love you, brother, and I promise, when the Apocalypse comes, you shall be free…!"

He barely makes a smirk as thinks on that day, for that was the first bitter taste of the terrible illusion that the Gods of the Verdant Paradise give their followers… Hope… So here he sits, and waits… He closes his eyes as the sun sets, and he returns to his bride… Standing in the palace of their home, the blue flames burn in the hearth as a woman as pale as the moon with eyes that shine like blue stars looks out towards the sea, shedding tears as she and her son, now grown to full Godhood, await their father to return the night as the moon rises in the Mortal World…

The Night King appears and walks to them, holding his wife and son, both of whom embrace him, and he sheds tears as he is with them once more. This brief moment of happiness, of content is what he is willing to suffer his torment for until the day he can return to them in full. Despite his title as the Leader of the Evil Gods, he is by far the Kindest and Most Fair to the Souls of the Damned, for when he ruled his Kingdom, the damned would be given "incarceration" sentences for their souls until they were reborn into the Material Realm, now, without his guidance and power, the Evil Gods have split the Frozen Wasteland into several warring territories for the souls imprisoned there… No souls that enter the Frozen Paradise are now able to return to Morghul's Wheel of Fate and be given chances to be reborn… All thanks to the Children… He knows the first thing he must do when he returns, but now… He must wait… And enjoy these brief instances of happiness when he can, for this will make the torment worth it… And when he returns… They will understand why only R'hllor is capable of withstanding his cold fury…