The first thing his eyes landed and remained upon was Robb, rushing to be by his side. And the first thought of his mind was that wherever he was, it was a good place to be. Though he dared not to smile lest his brother leaves him again, the thought continued. If Robb is here, Father must be too! And Arya… And the good thought ended but he heard a laugh he hadn't heard in years.

"Hello brother", Robb had tears in his eyes when he hugged him. Jon did not return it for a moment fearing the dream would end. But Robb was patient and he slowly wrapped his arms around his brother and after a moment both were embracing each other in the same manner they had been in Winterfell all those years ago.

When they let go, Jon instinctively looked at his own body. What am I wearing? But there was no black covering his body. Nothing was covering his body. Nothing but scars. Angry, red scars. Jon looked back at Robb, his breathing had gone heavy.

"Robb…"

"It's alright. Easy." His brother hurriedly settled him back onto the table and covered him with a black cloak he found nearby and made him calm his breathing before he took a chair and sat beside the table. "How are you feeling?"

Hurt. And confused and sad and angry. And happy.

"Jon", Robb brought him back. And the memories too. All of them flooding in. "What is the last thing you remember"

Olly… putting a knife in my heart. "I…" Jon looked into his blue eyes. "They told me you were dead." His own voice seemed tired.

Robb took a moment, "I did die." his brother answered, "But I was brought back to the living." Robb spoke as he would to a troubled person. But what he was saying was mad itself.

"What you heard was correct. But then…" it seemed like Robb himself hadn't come to terms with what he was speaking, "I woke … and saw father. It all felt a dream. Similar to what you are likely feeling right now." When Jon didn't reply, he continued, "He told me The Old Gods have sent me back."

What? "Sent you back?" Robb looked determined to what he would say next, "Yes. As were you."

That confirmed to Jon that he was dreaming. But since when? Was Olly and the others too... It had to be, Jon decided, but the scars on his body said a different story.

"I know what you are feeling, brother. Trust me, I do. But you have to come to grasp it." Robb took his shoulders, "I am sorry that I must ask you of this. But do you remember a mutiny?"

All too well. "They stabbed me. I was just…" But Robb finished his sentence for him, "Trying to do the right thing." Robb was betrayed at the Twins by men he'd believed his friends. "That is what I had believed. I was betrayed same as you brother."

"Then why are we here." Robb looked hesitant to answer what he knew. But he never had to. Ser Davos and Lady Melisandre appeared from the doorway. Ser Davos looked at Robb which he replied with a small nod. They've met. The Red Priestess came forward to him, "Afterwards. After they stabbed you, after you died, where did you go? What did you see?" All eyes were on him. He looked toward Robb who had his hand out a little. He was going to stop Lady Melisandre from coming close to me. But it seemed like Robb had put an effort to stop himself.

"Nothing." He shook his head. "There was nothing at all."

"The Lord let you come back for a reason. Stannis was not the Prince who was promised. But someone has to be." She emphasized.

"Could you give us a moment?" Ser Davos saved him. Melisandre stood up and left. Robb was looking at the door shut after her. "Ser…" he prompted.

"Davos Seaworth, Your Grace."

"Which Lord was she saying brought back Jon, Ser Davos?"

"She calls him Lord of Light"

Robb nodded and took back his seat. He said that the Old Gods have sent him back. Davos took his own chair and sat with them.

"I am in company of two of Lord Eddard's sons." Ser Davos looked like he was speaking to himself. "Two men who were once dead. And now they are not. It is completely fucking mad, seems to me. I can only imagine what it feels to you." Robb stood at that, and then went to the grey direwolf same size as Ghost. Greywind was looking at him worryingly, so he managed to muster a weak smile to mollify him. But his own direwolf wasn't pacified by it, Ghost walked towards Jon and lowered his forehead and pressed it to Jon's face.

Ser Davos was the only one in the room who didn't seem to have a direwolf to share his feelings with. But he didn't look too cross because of it. When Ghost let go, he spoke.

"The past is in the past. It doesn't matter anymore. You have to move on. You have to fight for as long as you can."

"I don't know how to do that? I thought I did but … I failed."

"That makes two of us", his brother said without turning back.

"Good", Ser Davos now speaking to both, "Now go fail again." Robb turned back, his hands were folded.

Ser Davos left the two in the room. "He is a good man." Robb said. He was Stannis' man. Jon wondered how will his brother react to that. He knew Robb Stark but not 'The Young Wolf'. I would've if I had joined him. But now was no time for these thoughts and Robb seemed to agree. "Go Jon. The judgment and the sentence are yours to give. I'll wait in your solar and we will talk more after."

"It is very good to see you Robb. Truly."

"I know it's just …" Robb sighed "I wanted this to be in Winterfell", his blue eyes locked to his face, "But when do we ever get what we want … or even need?"

After he had done his duty, he had only one thought in his mind. Robb has to know about the White Walkers and the Night King. He knew his brother would believe him.

When he entered his solar, he saw Robb adjusting back the armor he was wearing. Jon spoke first, "It is done."

Both took chairs and sat opposite to each other. "Jon, I do not have the scars like you. There are only the ones I took in battles and not…"

"I understand Robb, you do not need to say it." Robb didn't look much relieved but nodded anyway. When he had lost Ygritte, he had felt like he lost his reason to carry on. Robb has lost his wife, his mother, and his child all at once. He cannot imagine how painful it must be for him.

"But why do I have scars and you don't?"

"The Red woman said that 'Lord of Light' brought you back, didn't she?"

"And you said that The Old Gods brought you back."

"Aye." Robb paused to reminisce, "It was Father, he was there."

Jon couldn't help himself from asking, "What did he say? Did he mention why are we sent back?"

"He…" Robb started but changed it, "Maybe it is the same reason of Lord of Light to bring you back as well." Robb was looking a way to phrase his words, "Father spoke of a threat. One that rises in the North. Do you understand anything by it?"

Far too much. Jon stood and walked towards the hearth. Night King is the reason the two of us have been sent back by different Gods. He turned around, "I know what Father was warning of."

Jon expected to see disbelief on his brother's face but it had remained solemn throughout his narration of events he has witnessed in the last few years.

When it was over, Robb spoke one sentence, "You say you've fought these … creatures?"

"Aye, Robb. The Night's Watch cannot stop their advance. The Wall, cannot stop their advance. The Night King will find a way across."

"… And when he does," Robb paused, "he will destroy all life in Westeros."

"Yes."

No one spoke for a while before intrigue took over Jon. "What else did he say?"

Robb looked at him, "They are alive, Jon. Sansa, Arya and Bran and Rickon. He said they are all alive."

Arya is alive! Jon knew that Bran had gone past the Wall, and he now has to tell Robb how he let their brother slip past him into danger. But before he could say anything about it, Robb spoke again, "And he gave me this." Robb unsheathed a sword from his scabbard and gave it to him.

This is magnificent. Jon had never seen a sword like this before. The guard and the pommel were made of steel, while the grip was grey in color with slight hints of incised gold. Greywind. The blade was much different than his own sword's. It was pure white. He couldn't see any reflection even with his hand close to it. It had deep engravings on it which appeared black.

"Runes of the first men" Jon said as he inspected the blade.

"Jon, they … glow"

"Glow?"

"Aye. It is like … a blue fire ignites within the blade whenever I wield it."

Jon gave back the sword and unsheathed his own and gave it to Robb.

His brother realized, "This is…"

"Valyrian steel", Jon finished for him. "Lord Commander Jeor Mormont gave it to me for saving his life from a wight."

"The pommel is Ghost."

"Yes. He changed it from the bear. Its name is Longclaw."

"Valyrian steel sword, Jon. Impressive." Robb gave it back.

"What is the name of yours?" Jon asked as he put Longclaw back into its scabbard.

"Father never told me. You have suggestions?" Jon opened his mouth but Robb cut him, "Nothing with 'wolf' in it."

"Then I got none."

Robb gave his sword one last look, "I will name it one day." He sheathed it back, "but now is not the right time for it."

After a moment of comfortable silence, "So. You get to see Father when you wake up and I get … you."

Robb couldn't help but smile at that. "You know he also said that you were in desperate need of my help."

Jon's face grew solemn again, "You have my help, brother. Now and always." He looked at him. "My watch has ended."

Robb gave him a single but a determined nod.

The horn blew then and a voice rang, "Open the gates!"

Jon went outside the room and stood on balcony and saw three riders. An armored woman and what seemed her squire. The third was a woman who had thick soft auburn hair.

When she turned around his hold on the railing weakened and he had to take a step back. Lady Stark? But there was no cold in the eyes that locked with his so Jon took the steps down and walked towards her, inspecting her face. This woman wasn't Lady Catelyn, that much he sensed. But…

High cheekbones and deep blue eyes and auburn hair. Jon would not let himself wish. Too many times has he been let down because of it. But this day was very much different than the ones that had come before.

He caught Sansa as she ran to him and buried her face in his shoulder and tightened her embrace. You are safe. We will all be safe.

When she finally let go. She saw behind him. She had to take a step back as she saw the ghost that stood behind him.

"Sansa…" came the shaken voice of Robb. But it was enough to prove her that he was real. She rushed and threw herself and Robb caught her and lifted her.

The faces of all three were filled with emotions as the people around them looked on.

"So, you two …"

"I know how it sounds." Jon didn't believe his own words. But neither he nor Robb wanted to dwell on the subject of death or reincarnation. And Sansa understood.

"What will we do now?" she asked but everyone in the room knew who this question was being directed at.

"What we must." Said Robb.

"Home." Sansa said determinedly. "Winterfell. We must take back Winterfell."

"We need an army, Sansa" knowing full well what her response is going to be.

"Robb has an army."

"My army is butchered and scattered, Sansa." Robb's voice was tired.

"You are the King of North and Tri-"

"King of nowhere." Robb cut her.

Sansa looked incredulously at him. And then her face went cold, frighteningly similar to Lady Stark's. She set aside her bowl of soup and stood up.

"This is your duty." Her gaze switching between him and Robb. "Both of you. And if you two won't do it. Then I will. I will not let Boltons continue to sit on my father's seat and defile it." Sansa said with such vigor, Jon wondered whether this is the same girl that used to dream about knights when they were little. When I used to think that joining the Night's Watch was a great honor.

Sansa ate the food uncomplainingly, but he knew she was accustomed to far better. But Robb seemed to actually enjoy it. He hasn't eaten in ages.

Tormund was looking at the woman who had accompanied Sansa and she was looking at Ser Davos who was trying to ignore her. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to sit all together.

A guard came then bearing a message for the Lord Commander. He informed him that he wasn't the Lord Commander anymore but took the letter regardless.

It was from Boltons. Everyone had stopped eating and were looking at him. All except Robb. He had given the Bolton seal one look before returning to his food. Jon began.

"To the traitor and bastard Jon Snow. You have allowed thousands of wildlings past the Wall. You have betrayed your own kind. You have betrayed the North. Winterfell is mine bastard, come and see."

Jon knew Robb was listening. This was something he had always known about his brother. Whether it was Maester Luwin's teachings or Ser Rodrik's training or Father's councils. Robb might look like he didn't care. But he always listened and analyzed. Battle of Whispering Wood might have come as a surprise to all of Westeros, but not to Jon. Did Father know about this as well?

"Your brother Rickon is my dun-" Jon stopped abruptly. Robb stood at once and looked at him but made no movement of taking the letter and instead walked towards the window. Jon looked at Sansa and continued reading. "His direwolf's skin is on my floor, come and see. I want my bride back. Send her to me bastard and I will not trouble you or your wildling lovers. Keep her from me and I will ride north and slaughter every wildling man, woman and babe living under your protection. You will watch as I skin them living-". He stopped again. Sansa didn't need to hear all this.

"Go on" she said as Robb turned from the window. He is thinking hard about something.

When he tried to put away the damned letter Sansa took it and read it aloud.

"You will watch as my soldiers take turns raping your sister. You will watch as my dogs devour your wild little brother. Then I will spin your eyes from their sockets and let my dogs do the rest. Come and see. Ramsay Bolton, Lord of Winterfell and-" Sansa stopped and put down the letter and looked at Robb.

"Lord of Winterfell and the King in the North." She finished the letter.

All eyes followed hers to The Young Wolf. Of all expressions Jon had expected to see on his brother's face, a small, flickering smile of amusement that lasted for a second wasn't it.

"Does no one respect Lannisters anymore?"

Jon looked at Ser Davos. He was the only one amongst them who had knowledge of the happenings in the South. And the North.

He nodded and stood up. "The alliance between them and the Tyrells has grown weak ever since the death of Tywin Lannister."

Robb's eyebrows narrowed, "Tywin is dead?"

"Yes, your grace. Said to be shot by his own son."

Robb closed his eyes and sighed and with that, the dining room turned into a war room.

"He said he has Rickon."

"We don't know that-" Jon started

But Sansa had believed the letter. "Yes, we do." She looked at Robb, "He killed Roose Bolton."

"No." Robb's voice was soft. "I killed Roose Bolton. When I escaped Winterfell." There was silence in the room. Good.

"Where did you escape from?" Jon asked him.

"Lord Grave face."

Jon wanted to smile at the memory. But couldn't bring himself to. "We can try and rescue Rickon through that secret path."

"If only this Ramsay didn't find and sealed it already. Roose's body was down in the crypts." Robb looked at Sansa, "Is Ramsay reckless?"

"He will try and seem to be."

"He already did a good job of that right now. Declaring himself King made him an enemy of the Lannisters. And he has cut off the support from the Freys. And if he knows what he is doing then…"

"He already has an army he is confident of." Jon finished for him. "Do you know anything about the number of men in this army?" he asked Sansa.

"I heard him say five thousand once when he was talking of Stannis' attack."

Jon then turned to Tormund, "How many do you have?"

"That can march and fight? Two thousand. The rest are children and old people."

"Someone betrayed Rickon to him." Sansa said.

"Someone?" Robb's voice was cold. "My bannerman you mean."

"Your Grace, if I may." Ser Davos spoke up. "I was King Stannis' hand." Robb looked like he knew that already with the lack of surprise. "I have journeyed the North to try and rally support for him. But I failed in my endeavors. Now it could certainly be poor diplomatic skills on my part, but I have seen the way I have been refused. And the reasons I have been refused for. Maybe a few houses have joined Ramsay but most of the North remains loyal to the House of the Direwolf." Ser Davos emphasized.

"Are the Ironborn driven out?" Robb asked after a moment.

Ser Davos spoke again, "Aye. Their last presence in the North was destroyed when House Glover took back Deepwood Motte."

Then Sansa said, "You were sent back for a reason. How do you know this is not it?"

"Will your men fight for Winterfell?" Robb asked Tormund.

"King Crow here saved our people from those fuckers out there. If Winterfell protects us from them. Then aye, Freefolk will fight for Winterfell."

"Then ready them. We will march south when the arrangements are complete. And before that, we will reconvene to talk of our strategy." The King commanded and then turned to Edd, "I would require a map." Edd nodded and led him to the war room of Castle Black.

Jon looked back at the Bolton seal lying on the table.

And now it begins.

Sorry for the delay. There was an emergency but thankfully it is sorted now.

Barbrey Dustin tells Theon that Roose is aspiring to become KITN. Here Ramsay has declared himself KITN not caring about Lannisters.

As for Stark relationships, I wanted to keep Robb and Sansa pretty vague and from a third perspective. The unsaid 'Robb didn't trade Jaime for Sansa' is still hanging between them. It will be interesting to explore that from their own perspectives.

Jon and Sansa didn't really talk to each other that much growing up, so their relationship is being built up from the ground.

I do hope I did a passable job on Robb and Jon. The brotherly bond between the two is one of the main themes of this fic as both are important 'players' on their own.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter.