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Please note that this story I have planned will be part of a three-part series spanning the continents of Westeros, Tamriel, Thedas. I will try to give a satisfying story while being aware of my limits. As such don't expect this story to be updated often. In this story "Jon Black" is somewhat of a prodigy, ergo expect him to be a bit op and to be more mentally astute than the usual 5-year-old. He is called black due to the rumours of the destruction he will bring. When the dragon speaks I will not do It as Skyrim did. Sorry if you wanted it, maybe later.

NOTE: I don't claim to be an expert in these stories so please inform if there is an error that is not corresponding with the canon lore. However, I will change some things in order to fit it in with my narrative. This is also my first time describing fight scenes. Also think of his fighting style is like that of Captain Levi's in Attack on Titan.

I decided to rewrite this chapter as I felt it was a bit rushed and didn't provide enough background. If you want the original chapter to be reuploaded then just ask. Also, XIONAF was able to point some errors in the original chapter.

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Here begins Arc I - The Pieces Are Set

In the continent of Westeros, peace and stability rule after the failed Robert's Rebellion which lead to the deposal of "Mad King" Aerys II and King Rhaegar's rise to the Iron Throne along with his two wives Elia and Lyanna. This was due to the Great Tourney at Harrenhall in 281 AC in which Prince Rhaegar saved Lyanna Stark, who was present at the tourney, from being raped by Robert Baratheon. This caused outrage amongst the nobility who demanded his head or to be sent to the wall. Some say he was framed, drugged, but either way, the one thing that was consistent among witnesses was that Robert's eyes were red. Either way, this caused Robert's Rebellion where House Baratheon stood alone. Despite this, they won several victories (think of Napoleon's victories) before being decisively defeated at the Battle of the Trident. After which Sir Arthur Dayne was promoted to being a Lord for his heroic action to save the king during the battle. After the rebellion, the wedding between Rhaegar, Elia, and Lyanna happened and then the King was coronated. Despite the three-way love the birth of Jarhaerys "Jon" Black fractured the unity of the family. While they tried to keep it under wraps it eventually spilled and now the youngest child of Rhaegar is feared. This does not bode well for the Kingdom as murmurs of rebellion are sung again in order to slaughter the young son.

In the lands of Tamriel, uneasy peace continues between the Empire and Thalmor with tensions rising in Skyrim and whispers of a great dragon roaming Tamriel and a rumours to overthrow the emperor by a foreign power. The future looks uncertain for Tamriel.

In the aftermath of the fifth blight. Repairs are made to the realm but the onslaught of the Quanarian horde and a possible between mages and Templar with whispers from the shadows that Kieran, the son of Morrigan, with the soul of Urthemiel now plots his revenge.

The lands of Westeros, Tamriel, and Thedas are in chaos and ripe for conquest but by whom? Will our hero succeed? Or will he die?

[Jaehaerys Black POV]

Where was I? Wait a minute, was that Rhaegar? My mother keeps telling he loves me. Then why am I in Winterfell instead of being in King's Landing. He doesn't care. He doesn't love. he is the mad king reborn. Darkness crept from the shadows of the darkly lit room as it started to overwhelm me. Kill him. Take reven-. ENOUGH, I shouted in my mind. Surely mother wouldn't lie to me?

Lyanna looked helpless as tears streamed down from her eyes. She pleaded, "Please don't listen to these dreams they're lies," as she took another breath, "My baby boy. My beautiful baby boy! There has to be somethi-"

I expected my father to have a saddened expression but in fact, he was stone-faced. Is mother lying to me? Did he really care?

"Please listen to me love. These Dragon Dream's do not lie. This baby will bring nothing but the destruction of all Westeros and possibly the world!"

Suddenly the whole room disappeared. Replaced by darkness and shivering cold.

A twisted voice spoke out, "Bring order into chaos. Bring chaos into order."

A wispy, cold voice spoke out, "The Eternal Winter shall come to truth. None shall oppose us."

A guttural voice spoke out, "Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done on Nirn as it is in 'Heaven'."

The voices spoke in unison: "SO SHALL IT BE!"

Dova...khinnn

I woke up shivering furiously. I was still in bed. Was it true that I was a monster? If so... No this is all a lie. Right? And there was that Dovakhiin word again. I was going to contemplate further until a knock on the door interrupted my thoughts.

"Jon, breakfast is ready." I suppose I'll ask Ned, my step-father, knowing I was banished from King's Landing for being a monster. A monster that's what's you are. The king should've killed ya. If it weren't that whore of a queen we wouldn't have to fear for our lives. I pushed these thoughts away with great difficulty.

I looked in the mirror looking at my heterochromatic eyes. Red and grey. Always pushing against each other. The fearless wolf against the ferocious dragon, Yin and Yang, Light and Darkness, Good and Evil. My eyes drifted downwards I was always above average being 3'7 and forty-four pounds. I wore a white t-shirt and pyjama. I looked quite cute for my age according to my mother. Still, this did not placate the status quo of hating me. Still, that day was the worst out of them.

[Flashback Start]

I was in the yard practising in the yard with my sword. My parent was very reluctant and even angry citing that I could get hurt. Especially my father fearing I could get hurt. As such I spared against the recruits.

It was currently raining with my family watching me spar against three. I spared against one ten-year-old already defeating him easily surprising everyone considering it was my first time. Yet again I looked for respect yet only saw fear. Except for my beautiful mother. She always had my back.

"Hey, kid you really want to get hurt." The one on the right looked to be the shortest seeming to possess a lean physique.

"Hah, I don't think this monster could do anything." The one on the right was the biggest looking burly and fit for his age. Then again, the bigger they are, the harder they fall.

"Aye, this is just a waste." The one in the center looked to be the center looked like the brains of the group looking plain. But that smirk irritated me, there was something behind that smirk and a slight beard.

My mother looked furious while the rest of my family looked away in fear and shame. Typical.

"Speak about my son again like that and I will have your heads! Understand."

"Yes mam," they all took their positions.

The right one first attacked me attacking upwards. I moved in to block him and then subsequently use my relative short stature to slide between his legs and kick him on the ground. My instincts told me I was soon to be attacked from behind and ducked below the swing, turning around and sweeping his with a giant collapse being accelerated by the pouring rain. Two down, one to go. Squish! What the... To my horror, I looked down seeing blood ooze out of my wound where there was a sword protruding out of my stomach.

"AAH!"

This pain. By the seven. this hurt. I looked on my family seeing shock evident on their faces. Except for my father who was looking on with a smirk.

"Guards!" my mother shouted in a shaky voice. They couldn't move. I stood up slowly facing my opponent. I looked into his eyes and saw the same red that plagued my family, mostly my father, from time to time. A dark fog surrounded with an aura that screamed malice. No, I can't lose. I can't. If I... kill him maybe they'll stop hating me, I thought.

Worry not Dovakhiin...

I'm going insane, aren't I?

You are not insane. Worry not for I will take control.

"Yol, Tol, Shuul!"

As I said that an inferno spat out of my mouth erasing the person out of existence. Finally, the aura of paralysis that paralyzed us was gone. When I looked at my family's faces I saw fear even my mother's.

[Flashback End]

After that my throat became incredibly dry and I was unable to speak for a couple of weeks thankfully, I was able to recover. To this day everyone present was silenced. I hoped for whoever this malevolent entity's influence to stop but it did not. Thankfully it got better to a point where I was invited to dinner instead of eating alone or with my mother. Still, it increased through unknown methods and was able to get me banished to the protest of my mother and was unable to visit me. I did not know how she resisted but her teary last words to me were "Remember child, What was lost, will be gained, and be returned tenfold." I do not know the meaning to this day but I will meet her again even if all Westeros opposed us.

"Jon you spacing out again."

"Aye, I suppose."

[A POV]

"I will be watching you, my son. Please sleep well."

That ends this chapter. Please leave reviews on how I can improve my writing. Next "Beyond Your Imagination"

And who do you think is this mysterious character?