Previously:

"Ghost" Sansa shivered into his ear " they are catching up" she hugged him tighter as he looked back towards the riders.

They were gaining closer and closer, One rider with pure grace he had only witnessed once lined them up with its bow and shot an arrow unlike what Jon had seen before. It wasn't a normal spear headed arrow, it was covered in pure ice and when he dodge the projectile, the tree in front of them exploded into ice.

Jon tore through the snowy field and into a density of bush and trees that hide Deepwood all to we'll. Ice lay where the river once flowed as his paws fluidly ran right over it. The bogs smell overwhelmed him, entering into the gloomy atmosphere that housed house reed. The man who saved his uncle and knew the truth about his true mother and father lay close by.

Whispers in the wind sent shivers down his spine, Jon knew the walkers were talking amongst each other and he feared they could be setting a trap with the Boltons. if it was him chasing them he would of done the same. Jon kept pushing forward and never gave them an inch over them, he was a dragon and a wolf, both feared by men and it shouldn't be any different for these monster's.

Jon V

Jon leaped over a fern bush covered in snow and hesitated for a moment, deciding on which way would lead them away from death. Sansa shivered into him, he could feel the cold trying to take her from him. In Ghost's body he felt the sudden change in temperature around them, it was subtle, to hard for a man to feel, but a direwolf, nothing got past them. Jon instinctively went right, his paws crashed through the snow the moment he heard the horses behind them.

"Hurry Ghost " Sansa shivered into his ear, her grip on his fur lessoned. Jon couldn't lose her, he wouldn't, he thought in rage, the fire in him moved his legs twice as fast, the warmth he radiadiated around him seem to halt the cold from Sansa skin.

In the air, he could smell death after them but a second fragrance attuned to his nose, it was rich and muggy, almost the smell of a boar, if it had been cooked underground. Jon's mouth salivated at the thought of meat, blood and raw flesh outweighed that desire in a flash and a growl came to his throat.

"Ghost, What's wrong?" Sansa whispered, rubbing his fur, trying to calm him down. The coolness of her breath washed away his lust and he lunge forward carefully tracking the smell, he didn't see any footprints thundering further into the motte.

Jon could hear the horses smashing down anything in their path, almost catching up to them. A buzz swirling through the air stop Jon mommenterly, a spear covered in ice smashed right in front of them. Sansa gripped him tight and shrieked as it sliced deep through a tree and engulfed it into ice, it spread like a disease, encasing everything it touch, shattering most to its touch.

"You can't run" a man appeared from the trees in front of them, chewing on a piece of bone, ripping it to shreds with his teeth, he grinned when Jon finally moved his eyes towards him and Sansa started to weep." My brothers, they laugh at my unfortunate position, you see they don't need food to sustain their bodies" he took another bite and walked towards them, tossing the bone towards Jon.

"There's a good boy, are you hungry?. After a long run...you must be starving!' he smiled unnerved by the size of Jon.

"My Poor Sansa, you must be so cold, let's get you home where you belong, by my side" he half hissed half snarled when she didn't look up at him.

Jon listened to the quietness around them, the horses behind them had stopped, they were nowhere to be seen or heard, had his ears deceived him. The man took a threatening step towards Sansa.

Jon lunge forward, straight for his throat. When a coldness pierced his belly.

The wolf never saw those quick movements, the man held his full weight with the cold blade entering his heart, Jon could only watch from afar, the blue eyes looked up at him. Ghost floated beside him in the darkness that closed around him, he gave him one last look before he floated back into his own body, leaving Jon alone to watch his beloved friend die. Flashes of his past memories passed through Jon, he felt a heavy burden hit him. when the final strike closed him in the darkness, falling into despair he could only hear the screams of his sister.

Jon closed his eyes in the darkness, he didn't know how long he stayed like this but when he felt a light peirce his vision, he opened them to mountain surrounded by mist.

"Where am I?" he half whispered to himself, his hands felt every part of his body to make sure this wasn't a dream, something fluttered on his shoulder. A white Raven was perched there, it gave off a shriek when he looked in its red eyes.

"King..king " it shrieked, flying off to a tree branch. Jon wondered what the hell was going on, he had lost Dany and Ghost and could barely control his emotions when another Raven shrieked.

"Follow...follow" Jon looked and saw a dozen or more sitting in the trees ahead. The darkened sky with grey clouds of doom ligerned benth mountain. Looks like i have to climb, Jon sighed. Sick and tired of all these endless puzzles.

"Who goes down there" a figure from upto the mountain said faintly, Jon peered up between climbing the mountain and struggling to retain his grip. After what felt like a good work out, the air felt colder and he knew he was getting closer to the top "Who goes down there" the voice said again, with a bit more effort put into them words. Jon hesitated, would he use the Targaryen name or stick with the snow the put up with him his whole life, maybe it wasn't time " Jon Snow " he shouted up.

"Jon Snow, here take my hand" the voice said as a hand reached down towards him, he grasped it firmly and was surprised how easily the man pulled him up. Jon stared over the land of westeros then looked at the man that help him, he had blue hair and was younger than he had thought him to be. "So much death" Jon said looking at the bodies littered across the land, he could see a dragon's body laying with lots of dead bodies still hanging onto it.

"Your name" Jon asked him

"My name is Griff, your the first person i've meet here, there is no rise of the moon here, only the smell of death." he said coldly then slump to the ground, his arms covering his knees.

"Griff, how long have you been here, what is this place?, all i remember is falling into darkness after…" Jon fell to his knees in remembrance. "Ghost " he whispered, he was truly gone and nothing was going to bring him back.

"Who was Ghost and what happened before you fell?, we must be here for a reason?" Griff asked him, as the wind felt colder and the darkness seemed to find them in this cold hell. Jon couldn't answer because of pain for his best friend, and then there was Sansa, trapped with Ramsey. Jon clenched his teeth and felt his blood boil. How had he conspired with the others. "Gods " he whispered. 'they are real' the legends of the white walkers, that nights watchman his uncle Ned beheaded, he was telling the truth after all.

"Jon, are you alright"

"Fine" he grumbled, then proceeded to head down the mountain.

"Jon, Hey, wait up, where are you going?" Griff said as he watched Jon walk out of sight, he pulled himself up and didn't understand why he needed to follow this man but managed to catch up to him.

"Over there, don't you feel its pull?" Jon pointed out to lights dancing in the skie like Griff suddenly stopped in his tracks, how did he know about that pull? Griff knew that his father had died here in trident, though he didn't understand why him and Jon were here witnessing its aftermath. Jon had stopped too and looked down at Griff "Who are you really Griff" the stone look he gave him made him uneasy, it was like looking into himself. Griff looked into his black eyes, then the white hair slowly growing on his head. No way, no way he was a Targaryen.

"What makes you think that"

"You would of answered with your full name" Jon said then continued on walking down the edges of the mountain.

"Don't walk away from me" he went to grab his arm, when his hand fell right through Jon and he fell to the ground "God damn it. Stop i command you" he shouted, picking himself up.

Jon just continued on heading down towards the battlefield, each step he took, more men fighting each other began to appear before him " You don't command me" Jon said stopping and peering down at Griff "What right do have to command me, you're just weak southerner who is afraid" his face grew with anger with each word that came out, then his hand curl into fist, ready to strike him down.

Griff appeared ready for confrontation and curled his hands into fist, eyeing up this arrogant man.

"Where is Lyanna!" A giant man roared from his horse, he was standing on the shoreline of the trident with a warhammer held in both of his hands. Jon and Griff both stopped and gapped at the scene before them, though Griff felt the need to hide, Jon stood there captivated as a red armored man appeared more dragon by the design of his helm, he stood on the other side of the shore with his sword still unsheathed on his hip.

"Safe" Rhaegar shouted back, almost musical his voice sounded compared to Roberts war cry, he then he looked over to where Jon and Griff were standing and smiled " the dragon has three heads " he said in his musical voice and Robert only grunted and yelled "Charge!" the world around them turned black while the battle had only just begun.

"Jon Snow" a woman's voice called out in the blackness…then only the outline of red eyes appeared before him "i've been watching you in the fire..my lord has specifically asked me to show you that battle..i only hope it makes sense to you..There are many tasks ahead for you and the long night approaches, trust no one" the voice strained when he heard Griff shout out behind him.

"Who was that", Griff huffed trying to catch his breath, the fiery eyes closed when he approached and the only light came from far away in the distance "she doesn't sound to inviting, what did you think my father meant by the dragon has three heads?" he said looking up to Jon, his violet eyes gleamed in the darkness.. Jon was looking at his brother. How..what..when, every emotion ran through him and before he could act in those feelings, he felt the urge to sleep wash over him, his eyelids fluttered then closed. "Jon….Jon…...Jo.."When Jon's mind told him to open his eyes, he was staring into a different set of violet, that made his heart grow even more.