Author's Note: Helloooo! How're you everyone? I'm doing great! Today is a great day as I'e finally gotten this next chapter done! Now before I continue, I need to answer a reviewer by the name of Zmonsta.
Zmonsta: Yes Z, the one who will be coming for Dany is Jon, but I kind of screwed up on that chapter, because I, while writing this chapter, had decided to delay their meeting for a bit, as I need to take care of the problems in Westeros first before I have them meet!
Also I need to be clear guys, Aegon will not be King of Westeros in this story, I had done my research into the Targaryen and Martell houses, and Doran is the only exception when it comes to lacking a general feeling of bloodlust, with Elia possibly being a second exception, but that's beside the point! Aegon not ascending the throne makes sense from a personality standpoint due to the fact that Valyrian and Dornish blood is likely one of the most violent and instinct prone blood combinations that I could think of.
Well in any case, I also want to promote another story that I will be posting soon called "The Weirwood Dragon", and without going into too many spoilers, let's just say that this is going to be another one of the craziest projects I'm going to pull off, but hopefully you guys will enjoy it, especially the early Cat-Bashing I'll do in the chapter! Anyway, I don't have much more to say on this one, so please be sure to Follow, Favorite, and Review, and be sure to share this story with everyone you know who likes Game of Thrones Content! Catch you on the Flipside! DRACARYS!
*Cue "Ghost Riders in the Sky" by Spiderbait*
Chapter 2: Prepare for War
Castle Black, the Wall, 298 AC
Atop the Wall, Maester Aemon feels something in his bones, something is coming, something that came to him in a dream, inviting him to meet him atop the wall. "Maester Aemon!" Samwell Tarly says, stepping forward, "Why are you out here…?"
"Waiting for someone, Young Samwell!" Maester Aemon Targaryen says, "He shall be arriving soon!"
"Who?"
"You will find out…" Aemon says, to which one Ser Alliser Thorne walks over, looking at Maester Aemon.
"Whats all this about, Maester Aemon?" Ser Alliser says, with Lord Commander Jeor Mormont arriving.
"Patience, Ser Alliser… For while your vows keep you here, there is something you must see to believe!" Maester Aemon explains, and the thunderous beats get louder, and in the distance, something is heard in the distance, only for something to fly past Castle Black, barely visible against the snow white background, save for the Red of it's wings, and the creature banks towards the castle in which everyone either ducks or moves away as the creature slowly makes it's move to hover over the edge of the wall before landing with some grace onto the side of the Wall, in which everyone sees somebody mounted upon it's back, dressed entirely in white with a steel breastplate with pauldrons and fauld, bracers on the arms and legs, and a flowing cloak of pure white, The Crown of Aegon the First rests upon it's head with a mask being held in place, and it's mess of flowing black and white hair can be seen as the warrior climbs down from the dragon's back. Said creature, from the tip of it's nose to the tip of it's tail is about 45ft long, with a wingspan of about 90ft when fully outstretched, and stands at 10ft at the shoulder.
Ser Alliser Thorne cannot believe his eyes, but his eyes well with tears as he feels an old feeling of pride and wonder reach into his soul, and he falls to one knee. "My King…" Ser Alliser says, shedding tears once thought long dry. However, as the White Rider approaches, he places his hands on Ser Alliser's shoulders, gently and comfortingly.
"Rise…" He says, helping the man to his feet, to which the Rider looks to Maester Aemon, in which the young man walks to the Maester and places his hand on the man's cheek. "Uncle…" He gently removes his mask, in which, to Ser Alliser's shock, he sees Stark Features, but before he can say a word, the Maester raises his hands and touches the boy's face, tears flowing from the old man's eyes. "It's me, Uncle Aemon… Viserys, son of Rhaegar."
"I can tell, your father visited me on three occasions, twice before my sight left me, once afterwards, and he let me touch his face as I do now yours… And I remember every feature with these shaking hands… And I can feel them in yours as well, Viserys…!" The Maester says, unable to contain his emotions as Jon hugs the old man, who openly begins to weep with joy, finally reunited with his family at long last.
"Uncle… I have a gift for you…"
"Me…?" Aemon asks as his blind eyes look ahead, in which Jon places his hands over Lord Aemon's eyes, and whispers indistinctly, but Aemon can feel as if something is being lifted from his sight.
"Behold the world with your eyes once more…" Jon says, smiling as the Maester now sees Jon's face with a smile on his face, to which Jon brings forward a glass flask, "Drink this uncle… It is made from the Leaves of the Holy Weirwoods…" Maester Aemon gently looks at the flask, sniffs the contents, before drinking, and when the foul liquid touches his tongue, it takes the Maester all of his will not to spit it out, but he swallows all of it, knowing that the best medicine always has a bitter taste. However, as he does so, the Medicine does something nobody expected, time reverse for Maester Aemon and the Old Man is now in the Prime of his youth once more.
"What… But… How…?"
"The Light of the Morning, a drink crafted from the sap within the leaves of a Weirwood Tree… mixed with the Shade of the Evening…" Viserys explains to his uncle, "To anyone those chosen by the Gods, it will grant them full access to their powers… However, while this was meant to be my draught… The effects that would only be done one time for anyone else were worth sacrificing it to you Uncle…" Jon explains, "The Drink would allow the person who ingests it extended life and youth, granting them the strength they had in their prime whilst extending their lifespans. You will die of old age, but your age will not show until after you have died, Uncle."
"My dear boy… Why would you do this?"
"Because when this is over, I would like to have you as the Grand Maester of the Red Keep, where the end of your days will be surrounded by family…!" Jon says, smiling, to which Aemon smiles as he hugs the boy.
"If the citadel will allow it, I would be more than honored to be your Maester, my dear Nephew…!" He smiles and looks to Ser Alliser Thorne, who is stunned at this.
"Ser Alliser, do you still think me my Uncle's bastard?"
"I… I do not know… I know Rhaegar married Lyanna Stark, but she died, and I had suspected she had been with child… But I had thought the Usurpers dogs had found and killed you…"
"My uncle had no way to oppose Robert's claims while he still ruled. Though he hated Robert for tricking the North with his lies, the North was, and still is, in no position to oppose him and support my claim. Besides, the majority of the Northern Lords hate the Targaryens, so they would not support me if they knew, lest Robert was dead and my uncle could make my claim." Jon explains, "With Robert dead, it would be safer to make the claim, because, even while he is a fat drunk nowadays, he is still a formidable warrior… That is why my Uncle has sent me here, to wait out until such a time that Robert has died, and I can make my claim…" He places a hand on the shoulder of one of his father's best friends and most loyal warriors. "I will not swear the Oaths of the Night's Watch, but I will aid however I can until the time is right!" Jeor Mormont looks at Viserys Targaryen with a shocked look on his face, but smiles.
"We would be honored, Prince Jaehaerys Targaryen, for any assistance you may provide, and I think this one time, we can allow you to stay without speaking our vows." Jeor says, "Though I ask, we have been getting strange reports beyond the wall, and we've been losing rangers recently."
"I'm afraid i know the answer, but we will need to summon all of the available black brothers to a meeting so I can share this information." Viserys explains, "Take as much time as you need to, as of now, I'm in no hurry, I would like to spend time with the men who knew of my father and learn more about him from them!" They all look to Erinnon who smiles as he gets ready to open his wings. "Just a moment!" Jon says in High Valyrian, "Lord Commander Jeor Mormont, I wish to request one of the Castles be used as Erinnon's roost for the time being, one of the ones closest to Castle Black would be preferable."
"I think the closest castle that is in the best state of repair would be Queensgate, I think it would provide the best possible service to your dragon!" Jeor says.
"Thank you, Lord Commander!" Viserys says, bowing to the Lord Commander and he explains to his Dragon the castle and it's general direction, in which Erinnon snorts and flies off, Viserys only snickering at his former direwolf. "So how long will it take for the other Black Brothers to arrive?"
"A few days, your grace! Until then, shall I show you to your room?" Ser Alliser asks.
"I'd appreciate that, Ser Alliser!" In which the group takes the lift down as someone walks into the yard, and Jon sees him with tears. "Uncle Benjen!"
"Jon!" Benjen says, the two rushing to each other and embracing! "My dear nephew!" He looks at Jon and notices his armor and garments. "By the Old Gods, it is true!"
"You knew?"
"I had opened the scroll left behind by your mother, I thought it to be her last will and testament, but it turned out to be something grander!" Benjen says, "Still, when I got the message that you were coming here, I never expected you to be one of the so-called Riders of the Apocalypse that the scroll talked of…"
"Speaking of…" Jon draws his bow and fires an arrow made of what appears to be light, and it lands near a child who yelps as he dodges it. "We've got a little bird in our midst!"
"I-I'm s-sorry sir!" The boy says, in which Jon walks to the child.
"No need to apologize…" Jon says, grabbing the boy's head. "Because you won't remember what you've heard…" Jon's eyes turn white and the boy goes limp, in which Jon catches the boy as he falls and sets him against a post.
"By the Old Gods, what did you do?"
"Nothing more than a bit of Skin-Changing to erase his memory… He'll believe he fell asleep on duty…" Viserys says, "He'll be fine, but he may have a slight headache for a few minutes."
"Gods… That scroll did speak true… "The White Rider shall bear a mighty bow and be given a crown, calling bird, beast, and the armies of man to his aid, riding forth Conquering and to Conquer"..." Benjen says.
"What?" Jon asks.
"The Scroll detailed all 4 of the Riders in detail, but I never thought it would be to this degree!" Benjen says, "You being a Skinchanger brings a lot of needed clarity to the text in the scroll!"
"May I see this scroll when we get a chance, uncle?"
"Of course!"
"Stark!" Jeor Mormont says, "We need to get the boys up to speed! Help Maester Aemon send out ravens to summon the brothers to a meeting…"
"I am perfectly capable of doing it myself now, Lord Commander!" Aemon says, smiling, much to the shock of everyone to see the Targaryen in his youth once more, it is like he is a completely different person to those who had seen him before. "What I would like help with is actually searching the Library, for I fear our worst nightmares may be upon us. Young Samwell!"
"Yes, Maester?" Samwell Tarly says, "To the Library with you, I will join you once the messages have been sent!"
"Tarly, perhaps I might join you once I know where my quarters are?" Viserys asks.
"I would be honored!" Samwell says, in Jon nods and follows Ser Alliser. Aemon smirks and everyone continues about their day, training, repairing, cleaning, that sort of thing.
The Dothraki Sea, Essos
Khal Drogo… Is Dead… Not by the poison of a witch, or her blood magic, but he lies dead and defeated on the ground, along with his Blood Riders, at the hands of a woman wearing blackened steel armor, the woman moving her hand with a snap of the wrist and a long chain flows and the bladed head of a flail flows back to the woman, her silver hair flowing in the wind, and she grabs the weighted head flowing back to her. Daenerys looks at the Dothraki as they submit, her Dragon, Merbugon, Hunger, looks at them, the mighty black dragon eyeing their horses with a look of pure hunger. Daenerys smiles at her son, the reincarnation of her old sweet bear, and a beautiful rebirth of his kind and loving personality with his fiercely protective nature, while adding on top of all that, a hunger that could only be satiated with the flesh of those who threatened her.
Daegon smiles at Daenerys as he looks at his close-friend, who walks past Drogo's body and stands before the Dothraki Khalissar, "Former Khalissar of Khal Drogo… Your Khal was bested by a warrior stronger than him, and not only him, he and his blood riders were defeated by one they had arrogantly thought weaker than them. A woman! However, I do not underestimate the strength of those under my command. If any of you would rather seek out your own fortunes elsewhere, forming your own Khalissars, then you are free to leave, but know that my destination is Vaes Dothrak, and I shall obtain the loyalty, if not the heads, of the other Khals when I go there…" Daenerys says to the Dothraki in their own tongue, "However, you must know that the time of joy and summer is drawing to a close. The Long Night that once covered the world is returning, and we have but a limited amount of time to unite all of Essos in order to combat the Great Other, the one who brings Ghost Grass, Bitter Cold, and Endless Winter upon the Great Grass Sea."
"Should any of you decide to follow me, then your names will become legends amongst your descendants for generations to come, where you stood against him who brings Ghost Grass to the Great Grass Sea and you stared at him directly in the eye, saying "No" before aiding in his ultimate defeat!" Daenerys says, in which many in the Khalissar look at each other as Daenerys slams her hand on the ground and uses her magic to reveal the face of the Great Other to the Dothraki, many of them terrified by what they see. "This is the demon of whom I speak… We are facing the End Times, but should we win the War for the Dawn, then when the time comes where you ride into the Night Lands, your ancestors and descendants will praise you for generations to come." The Dothraki mumble more, many of them beginning to feel a sense of purpose. "ARE YOU WITH ME!?" The Dothraki all shout their approval as they declare themselves for their Khaleesi.
"A Marvelous speech, cousin!" Daegon says, smiling at her.
"A true one though…!" Daenerys says, to which Daemon looks to Khal Drogo's Stallion, which remains alive, and then sighs. "What is wrong?"
"Such a waste of a good stallion…" Daegon says, "When a Khal dies, his horse is slain and they are burned together…" However, that is when they hear a commotion and see a silver mare fight off other Dothraki trying to tame it. This mare is powerfully built, with it's body, mane, tail, and even it's eyes, as white as snow. "That Horse… What is it?"
"It is a Phantom… A Horse Bred in the Shadowlands beyond Asshai…" A voice calls from behind and everyone turns to see someone approach, in which Daenerys recognizes the man from her time in the Verdant Paradise.
"Ser Jorah Mormont of Bear Island…" Daenerys says, looking at him. "What are you doing here?"
"I've a gift for the new Khaleesi…" Ser Jorah says, "Songs and Histories from the Seven Kingdoms!" He holds out his hands with books in them, in which Daenerys can feel something in his soul… a "hunger" for something that he has been denied, and a shame that accompanies it. "I also wish to ride with you, for a time… I had heard that you are not like your father, and I wish to see it for myself! I had seen how you fight, you remind me of my sisters in that regard."
"Hopefully I can prove to be worthy of such a claim…" Daenerys says, "I had lost my older brother due to assassins, and I recently lost my old sweet bear due to disease… Maybe you could earn your place amongst us, Bear Knight?" She looks to Daegon who nods.
"Tell me, what do you know about these Phantom Horses?" Daegon asks.
"They are a rare breed of horses that only exist in the Shadowlands Beyond Asshai… They are a special breed that have adapted to feed on Ghost Grass, and whats more, they are magical creatures. I've read that if one manages to tame one without physically harming it, it will magically change to reflect the soul of it's rider, allowing them to summon their horse from anywhere and when riding, their natural prowess is amplified to their maximum strength without injuring themselves." Ser Jorah explains, "They are prized horses, but they are picky about who rides them, but once the bond is formed, it is permanent."
"Then I think I'll take my chances…!" Daegon says, approaching the mare, who manages to get the Dothraki to back away, whilst she turns to Daegon and stares at him. Glaring at him with her pure white eyes, she rears up an charges at Daegon who simply stands there, looking into her eyes as the Dothraki watch in shock as the Horse, before making contact, turns to translucent, before turning around and slowing to a trot before stopping. Daegon smirks as he walks towards the mare, running his hand down her neck and side before swinging onto her back as the Mare rears up, her body glowing with light as the Mare transforms upon bonding with her rider. The Beautiful White Mare transforms into a creature as black as everlasting darkness with a mane as red as blood, the Blackfyre Colors, in which Daegon smiles as he looks at his mare and pets her neck. However, that is not all, as her body has transformed into something stockier and more powerfully built, something akin to a warhorse, and Daegon can't help but feel pride in this. "Good Girl… Now what to name you…?"
Daenerys smiles at her friend, and then looks to Ser Jorah Mormont, and looks at him, "Ser Jorah…!"
"Yes, Khaleesi?" Ser Jorah asks.
"I wish to know why you are in Essos…" Daenerys says.
"I will tell you if you will let me explain in full, and hold your judgement until the end." Ser Jorah says, kneeling to Daenerys as a sign of submission, who looks at the Bear Knight and then nods.
"You may begin…!"
Highgarden, The Reach
Aegon sits in the gardens with his adopted grandmother, sipping a cup of tea with a smile on his face. "So things are starting to progress?" Olenna asks.
"Yes… The Night King is free… And now we have less than a Decade to unite the World and stop him." Aegon explains, setting his tea cup down. "I've a feeling that the Baratheons going North is only going to cause problems. Problems we can take advantage of…!" Aegon smirks as somebody rounds the corner, a rotund, bald-headed man, walking towards them, "That is why I invited you here today, Varys."
"My Lord Aegon Tyrell…" Varys says, then turning to Olenna, "Lady Olenna"
"Varys the Spider, never thought I'd see you here…!"
"I am honestly surprised, one of my little birds brought me a message, an invite to tea here at Highgarden, speaking of something I never thought I'd hear someone offer, "redemption"?" Varys says, confused, "Why would I redeem myself?"
"Because I feel you regret watching my grandfather burn innocent men alive whilst being powerless to convince him otherwise, and you feel the sufferings of the poor thanks to the fat oaf on the throne." Aegon says, smiling, offering his own seat before taking a seat between him and Olenna. Varys, intrigued, walks towards the seat and sits down, looking as the young man sits next to him.
"How do you know this, may I ask?" Varys asks.
"I have a powerful memory, Varys… I was in my mother's arms during one of those burnings, and I overheard you whisper to yourself as you watched…" He leans in, " You said… "I'm not the one doing it"... Correct?" Varys racks his brain for a name for the boy, he knows there were many lords in the throne room during one of those particular incidents, but… There were only two children…
"Aegon Targaryen…?" Varys asks, stunned.
"Correct, Varys!" Aegon says, smiling, almost childlike, and the images of the smiling baby reaching to him flashes in the man's eyes.
"Your grace… I thought you were dead…" Varys says, a single tear flowing down his cheek.
"I was saved by my mother at nearly the last moment…" Aegon says, "And thanks to Pycelle, she died saving me. Varys, I won't ask you to take sides in the war that is to come, I only ask you to stay out of the way and to protect the people…"
"What do you mean, your grace?" Varys asks.
"King Robert is going to die by the half-point of this year, and the bastard who claims the name Baratheon will plunge Westeros into the largest civil war since the Rebellion. I intend to end it as quickly as possible… We have bigger problems from Beyond the Wall…"
"The Wildlings?"
"No, something far worse…" Aegon explains, "Something that everyone believes has long since faded into legend, something that had long been sealed and now has broken free… And We will need to unite all of Westeros and Essos to even have a chance at stopping it…" Varys looks at him, though his face is neutral, he can see the absolute terror on the Prince's face, and deep in the Spider's gut, he instinctively know that it is not good news. "The White Walkers… Everyone thought they were gone… That they were extinct… We were all wrong…"
"How so?"
"The White Walkers were all destroyed… But the Night King, the Father of the White Walkers, couldn't be killed as the Last Hero was not at his full strength. So the only thing he could do was seal him away inside of a giant palace made of ice, sealed to his throne…" Aegon explains, "The Seal has held out this long, but it has been broken… Now he is recreating his armies and sending Scouts to test the strength of the Night's Watch…"
"By the Gods…" Varys says, "This sounds like a story from a Mummer's tale, but you seem to believe it… Though do you have proof?"
"No… But my brother does…"
"Brother?" Varys asks, "Don't you mean your sister?"
"No… I mean my brother…" Aegon says, "Robert's Rebellion was built on a lie… Though I shall not explain everything fully just yet… However, I can give you a glimpse of the Proof my brother has given me… If you will allow me, my lord…"
"I would very much like to see it, my prince…" Varys says, to which Aegon holds out his hand.
"Take my hand, and I will show you…" Aegon says, in which Varys, tentatively, slowly reaches his hand towards the Prince's, said royal gently taking Varys's hand. "Now close your eyes and clear your head…" Varys follows through with this, though his gut tells him it is a bad idea. Aegon then begins to whisper indistinctly, to which Varys gasps as images flash into his mind, images of corpses that have been dismembered ritualistically, of a camp of dead wildlings, of a Night's Watch Ranger being killed as if he were nothing by a being that brings absolute terror to Varys, and that of one of the dead Wildlings rising from the snow, a little girl, her eyes once brown turned pale blue with a bitter coldness that can only be described as icy. Varys gasps as the images stop and the man places his hand over his heart, in which Aegon passes the man a cup of water. The Eunuch drains the mug quickly and calms himself as he rectifies his position, and he tries to regain his center.
"This is indeed disturbing your grace, but all you wish for me to do is stay out of the way?"
"Yes, Varys, I need you to keep an eye on the people and help them however you can. However, if you can keep Lord Eddard Stark alive, I would appreciate it. Also, I need information on the Baratheon Brothers, I know Loras is close to Renly, but I need to know if Stannis would be willing to lend me his strength. I don't want to see House Baratheon destroyed… Robert is the only guilty party in this mess, and Loras, my adopted brother, and Renly are in love, and I want to be able to give them someplace where they can live out their lives in peace." Aegon explains, "I know Loras is working on getting Renly to join us…"
"Then why not rebuild Summerhall and give it to them?" Varys asks, "It is within the Stormlands, and not far from the Reach."
"True, though I was thinking of Harrenhal, once we removed the curse my ancestor unintentionally put on it!" Aegon explains, "We'll need a Drowned Man to bless the Castle in the Name of the Drowned God and then bless it in the other Gods of Westeros as well, but once the curse is removed, it can be rebuilt relatively easily."
"In comparison to those of the past?"
"The Tyrells can convert the land surrounding Harrenhal into fields and gardens for food and livestock, it's perfectly situated between the Godseye and two rivers to do as such, if properly done." Aegon says, "Though I need to inform you that I won't be on the Throne, that will belong to my younger brother, Viserys."
"Why is that, your grace?"
"I'm part Dornish, Varys, Valyrian and Rhoynar blood is not a good combination, as much as I'd like to sit on the throne, it's not a good idea. My temper, though hard to rouse, is easily as dangerous as my grandfather's once provoked, and if I don't have anyone or anything to work it out on, then I'm just as dangerous as my grandfather until I come out of it." Aegon explains, "What the realm needs is a good and honorable king who has the best traits of fire and ice."
"Then you will put your brother on the throne as a safer bet than you, my prince?" Varys asks, "Due to the honor of the Starks possibly keeping the Targaryen Madness in check?"
"I'm counting on it, Varys! As for myself and my sister, Rhaenys intends to marry Daegon Blackfyre once he arrives with Aunt Daenerys, and already have a bride in mind for myself…" Olenna looks at the young man, smirking, "I just need to talk it over with her about it."
"And what of the people, my Prince? The Poor are starving in King's Landing thanks to Robert Baratheon not spending any money on them."
"That i intend to fix, in fact, I hear that King Baratheon actually intend to hold a tourney at King's Landing in order to celebrate Lord Eddard becoming Hand of the King, is that correct?"
"It is, my Prince."
"Then I intend to participate, in order to test out the competition rained against me! I also have been saving up my yearly allowance in order to feed the poor in King's Landing, at least to give them some food before the fighting starts. I just need a way to get it to them without rousing too much suspicion."
"I believe I can handle that if you were to allow me to do so!"
"I will, but I need your word that when the time comes, you will help my siblings and I retake Westeros, and help me get my aunt back home."
"You have my word, my Prince!" to which the two men shake hands, "May you bring an end to this farce of a rule swiftly, my lord!"
"I hope so, Varys, and thank you for coming today, just know that the people have a champion for them, and I fully intend to make good on that promise!" Varys smiles, seeing no deception in the boy's words, only honest truth, to which the Eunuch bows respectfully and leaves. For the first time in years, the Spider beams with pride at a decision he has made, having finally found someone he can be proud to serve, even if it's alongside him as a fellow Master. However, that is for after the battles end, right now, he needs to get back to King's Landing, there is work to be done, and, sadly, so little time to do it.
The Tower of Joy/Sunspear, Dorne
Placing flowers at the foot of the great tower, Rhaenys quietly prays to the Old Gods and the New as she imagines a life that would have happened had both her Munas survived, and each time she envisions it, she sees Aegon and Viserys training fiercely with each other, Rhaenys patiently waiting her turn as her brothers seem to be having fun. She would then jump into the fight, having grown impatient, and the three of them would train together, until their mothers called them in for dinner, in which they would go wash themselves and go to dinner, where their Grandmother, Rhaella, sat with little Daenerys, who blushes upon seeing her nephew, the two of them being childhood sweethearts. Rhaensy giggles at the image as her parents would walk in and join for dinner, but that is another lifetime that will never happen now, thanks to the Stag, and whoever this "Mockingbird" is. Clenching her fist, Rhaenys takes a deep breath as loud thunderous wingbeats echo into her direction, and her great dragon Ilimagho (Mourn), descends to her. The great green dragon with touches with bronze horns and golden wings and spinal crests looks at his rider, gently nuzzling her, the young woman wrapping her arms around the great beast. "I'm fine, child… I'll be fine…" Rhaenys says, smiling as she gently pushes back the memories, there would be time to focus on them later.
For now, they had to move… She could sense the War is coming, and her uncle, Oberyn, is getting anxious, as he is foaming at the mouth for information on the Mockingbird who had his brother murdered, and Rhaenys has a lead, thanks to a note she got with the wax seal of a spider on it. She had not read the message yet, but she knows that the longer her uncle goes without answers, the more impatient he gets, and now, she has something that should calm him, for the time being at least. She just prays that the message contains some good news.
Taking to the skies, Rhaenys feels the cool wind flow past her at the height they are at, the cold vapor of the clouds soothing her darkening skin under the heat of the sun, the Princess just happy to be in the air. Her mind calms as she feels the cold air calm her boiling blood. However, all good things must end and she soon descends upon Sunspear, Ilimagho finding a decent place to land as they are greeted by Oberyn Martell. "Uncle, I have news!"
"What is it?" Oberyn asks, to which Rhaenys passes the message to him, the man opening it and reading it, and a smile creeps across his face. "This is good news! Both Aegon and Viserys are alive and well! Not only that, it seems Viserys actually has several plans laid out already. Good good!"
"Yes, and I was informed during our conference that once things calm down here, Viserys intends to travel to Essos in order to meet with Aunt Dany." Rhaenys says, her family knowing of how Rhaenys communicates with her brothers through the Weirwoods, but this was the evidence that Oberyn needed to prove she was telling the truth.
"And what of Daenerys's plans? What does she plan to do over there?"
"For now, she seeks to free Slaver's Bay, and has revealed her plans for what she intends to do, with the first thing being she needs to defeat all of the Dothraki Khals first. Once that is taken care of, she intends to request Viserys's aid in freeing the Unsullied." Rhaenys explains.
"And who does he intend to have as Hand of the King?"
"Me, of Course!" Rhaenys says, "Working alongside Tyrion Lannister if he surrenders!"
"Excellent!" Oberyn says, "I believe you will be the first Dornish, and female might I add, Hand of the King ever! I truly hope that you're up for the task!"
"I am, though that won't stop me from hunting down the Mockingbird!" Rhaenys says, "And I intend to slaughter any and all associated with that vile bastard!"
"Good good! Anyway, the King is on his way to Winterfell now, and should be there by the Moon's turn, so we should get ready for the tourney that is to follow. Your brothers intend to join, don't they?"
"Viserys doesn't want to make himself known just yet, says it will ruin the element of surprise. Though Aegon intends to join, as he is well known as the "Knight of the Dragon's Breath" throughout Westeros, so he has a reputation. Jon doesn't have as such, as part of his cover is keeping him out of the limelight…" Rhaenys explains.
"I think I understand, but in any case, let us prepare, for we need to represent Dorne in this matter."
"Of course, Uncle!" Rhaenys says, and she gently walks away.
Castle Black, the Wall
Jon's eyes return from their pure white state as the Black Brothers are all gasping from what they had bore witness to… Some are terrified, others in denial, but the veterans know that this is very bad. "Your grace, what would you have us do?"
"There is only one thing we can do…" Viserys says, leaning on the table, his breathing heavy. "There is an old saying my ancestor once said… "The enemy of my enemy is my friend"... And It seems we need to make peace with our enemies before we can defeat the White Walkers…"
"You suggest letting the Wildling South of the Wall?" One of the Rangers asks, "After all this time?"
"The Free Folk are not some wild people that lived beyond the Wall for as long as we remembered…!" Jon says, "No, they are the descendants of the Last Hero's company, who fell during the end of the Long Night, where the Night King was sealed away, and they have been guarding us from the Night King ever since." He looks at the Brothers in Black, "Do you remember the 13th Lord Commander of the Night's Watch?"
"We do not speak of him here!" One of the brother says.
"Be silent!" Jeor says, "Please continue!"
"Thank you… The Thirteenth Lord Commander, whose name and origins are now lost to us, had caused such a great disturbance here in the North that it took the combined efforts of both the Free Folk and the North to stop the Night's King from destroying us all." Jon says, "We need to unite once again against the True Night King… For he comes for us, and in near a decade, if we don't stand united, then we will fall, the Wall will Fall, the Seven Kingdoms will fall, the whole of Mundos will fall…" Viserys speaks to the Night's Watch. "The Free Folk have been watching and waiting for the time when they could leave their vigil behind and rejoin the Realms of Men. The lands beyond the wall used to be verdant and beautiful until the Night King was created. We defeat the Night King, and the Wall will no longer be needed… Spring will come to the Far North once more, and the line between Free Folk and Westerosi will fade into nothing! The Night's Watch will no longer be needed… The Watch for all those who fought and died here will finally be ended… You will all be able to go home!"
"Your words are heartening…" One Night's Watch Trainee, named Ned, says "IF you truly believe there is a chance that we can stop this, then I say we give it a try!" Several men make similar comments and soon mumbling starts amongst the group.
"Benjen…. What do you say?" Jeor Mormont says to Benjen Stark.
"I believe in my nephew, Lord Jeor, not because he is family or because he is a King, but because he has been able to communicate with the Old Gods and obtain their assurances that this will be the Last Decade the Night's Watch will be needed, and if we manage to defeat the Night King and save the Free Folk, we may be able to finally be free!" Benjen says, smiling. "I truly believe that this could work, and as a member of House Stark, I would like to represent the Night's Watch if we were to arrange a meeting with the King Beyond the Wall, Mance Rayder."
"I am also for this!" Maester Aemon says, "If we can receive the word that the Free Folk will not raid, I believe they should be given the Gifts to act as Farmland for whatever crops they grow, allow them to occupy the other castles if they aid in restoring them, and their fighters can help man the Wall if they agree to this, granting us greater numbers and more hands to find resources! They also know the Far North better than the rest of us, so they can aid us with their knowledge as well!"
"We shall hold this to a vote, everyone who is for and against this, stepforward and cast your vote once you've made your decision!" The voting doesn't take long as the vote is unanimous on the decision, though some are more hesitant than others. Still, once the vote is made, they begin arranging for those who would form the envoy party to meet with Mance Rayder. Jon smiles as he looks upon the men with a smile, relieved that this leg of his journey is nearly over. Jon smiles as he leaves, met outside by his uncle Benjen.
"Where are you going, nephew?"
"To the Great Weirwood outside the walls, I need to thank the Gods for their guidance and aid…" Jon says, smiling at his uncle.
"Shall I accompany you?"
"I would appreciate it!" Jon says, smiling.
The Land of Always Winter,
Here he is again, sitting upon his throne, but this time, of his own accord… The Seal has been broken for less than a year, and he can't help but sit here as he contemplates his next move. His scouts have returned with information about the ones calling themselves the Free Folk, and how they have the tools they need to kill his sons, but lack the knowledge of how to use them to do so. This is most fortuitous to him as he knows that with this bit of information, he could easily make his army thousands of times greater than it could be, but now… For now he needed to focus on his current project, one which lay buried beneath his castle. The one companion who followed him from the Frozen Wasteland, who rained terrible frozen fury upon those who had bound and imprisoned him, his only friend… The Seal may have broken for him, but his companion is still chained, only conscious enough for them to interact and ease each other's loneliness. It will take near another decade for this seal to finally break, and while it is frustrating, he knows that patience is a virtue, and he has all the time in the world.
His friend, on the other hand, fights constantly in a vain attempt to break his chains, but the sword still remains strong, even if it is still on it's last legs. Just one more decade, maybe less, and they shall be free to soar through the frigid skies once more. Oh how he awaits the day they can blanket the world in endless winter, to be able to end it so that they may at last return home, to not only his wife, but to his brother's mate as well, who fights to protect their holdings back in the Frozen Wasteland. He sits on his throne, watching as the sun sets and his eyes drift off into sleep, and in sleep he returns to his home, dreaming of the day the arms of his wife is no longer a mere dream or a ghosting of a touch… To finally hold her in his arms again, his Moon Pale Maiden, and his Pale Child… He longs for that day, for now though, he needs to find the last of the Children… He knows they are out there, somewhere in this frozen land, he just needs to find them, and when he does… He is going to enjoy making them pay for binding him as if he were a simple dog… They will pay for chaining him, for it doesn't matter if they are Fire or Ice, a Dragon is not a Slave!