Hello! hope you are enjoying this story. Now let´s begin with the second part of the history.
"Get out! Don´t be cowards and fight me!" Aegon screamed inside the first hall he entered too. It was as dusty as the outside of the house, with two doors in front of him. One of them opened, making him turn to it. He could see nothing inside, only darkness. "Hello! Is there anybody inside?!" he asked before turning around, trying to open the door to outside. It was locked. "Shit" he whipped his mouth. "Inside then, I guess"
The boy king turned and entered through the door, looking around him with awe and something akin to fear in his hearth. After walking a few steps, he found himself in another chamber, with doors on it´s own. One of them opened, which he crossed. And again, and again. And again. And then…
"Burn them all" there was an old man on a throne made of swords. The man wore a crown, but he looked less like the king he had to be with each look he gave him. His robes were rags of silks, his nails horribly long and claw like, his hair and beard a rat´s nest, his eyes a pit of purple madness…
"Grandfather?" he asked, recognizing Aerys from Jon Connington´s tales. "Grandfather, it´s me, Aegon. What are you doing here? You were supposed to be dead."
"Burn them all" he repeated, making his madness even more evident. The throne started cutting him as Aerys moved, making the scars in his arms visible. "Burn them all! BURN THEM ALL!"
"Grandfather…"
"Your Grace" a young knight in a golden armour appeared before him. He wore a white cloak of the Kingsguard and his hair seemed to be made of the same material his armour was. "The rebel forces are approaching and the Lannisters…"
"Shut up and bring me Rossart, boy!" ordered the old man, making the knight take a step back. "Tell him to BURN THIS ENTIRE FUCKING CITY DOWN WITH WILDFIRE! Robert Baratheon will conquer only ashes and I will finally become a dragon. The greatest dragon in history!"
"That…" the knight took a step back, then bolted out of the room. Scared, Aegon tried to follow the man, escaping through the only open door of the chamber. Breathing hard, he turned around to face whatever he was going to be showed now. Then he saw a silver haired woman un a bed, screaming with labour pains. In her head was a crown of red and black stones.
"More, your Grace, it´s almost there" a midwife told the woman, kneeling between her legs. A thunder resounded in the room, making him take a step back. He looked around himself, but saw no window nor indication of a thunder storm in the horizon. "Come on, your Grace, soon you will have your babe in your arms."
"For how long?" asked the woman with a voice completely devoid of hopes. His eyes widened when he noticed what he was being shown. It was the birth of his aunt, Daenerys Stormborn. "Robert Baratheon, curse him to seven hells, won the war and soon will be demanding mine and my children´s heads…"
"We won´t let him get to you, your Grace" said the brave woman, putting a hand on her legs, seemingly to comfort her. "That bastard is not going to touch you. Ser Willem and I promise you that."
"You are brave… very brave" muttered the woman before a contraction hit her again and she screamed. A few screams later there was crying, then a silver haired babe was trusted into her shivering arms. Aegon stood there, by the side of Queen Rhaella Targaryen, as she died. His grandmother really looked beautiful like that, holding her daughter while the energies drifted from her. A tear appeared in her grandson´s eyes, falling. The tender moment was broken by an old knight entering the place, followed by a tiny child.
"We have to leave" he said. "The storm has destroyed the royal fleet. Right now, it is the only thing that protects us from Robert Baratheon´s fleet is the one that will kill us in the end" he greeted his teeth. "We have to leave for Essos before it stops."
"Ser Willem, please, we have to wait" the midwife countered, eyeing Rhaella´s laboured breathing and deathly paleness. And the red sheet under the form of the silver haired woman, one she was unable to stop. "The Queen has just given birth and she is not in the best of shapes. She needs time to recover…"
"We don´t have time, Laena" answered the man, approaching the young woman. "We have to get the royal family out of here before Stannis Baratheon takes them, so help the queen to dress and…"
"Ser Willem" Rhaella´s fading voice spoke from her bed she rested in with her children. "I… you have to get my children out of here. I will follow as soon as I can, I promise, but… you have to get my Viserys and Daenerys out of here" she rocked the newly born Daenerys in her arms, crying. It was obvious that she didn´t expect to survive the night and the old knight knew it. "Please, Ser Willem, I will follow, but…"
"I understand, your Grace" he said, taking the baby from her embrace. The little princess cried when she was removed from her mother´s arms, but the old man soothed her. "We will be expecting you in my house in Essos. Don´t forget that."
"Mama…" prince Viserys called her, trying to rise her from her seat to accompany them. Unfortunately, Rhaella didn´t have enough strength to even raise her arm. "Please come with us, mama."
"Be calm, sweetie" she whispered. "And go with Ser Willem. I will… find you later… I will…"
"Mama!"
"Always find you" the queen finally went unconscious and Viserys tried to wake her up with all her strength. Willem Darry grabbed him a second later, dragging him away from his dying mother.
"Come, your Grace, we have to leave" they excited the place, leaving Laena with Rhaella. Aegon woke up from his stupor in that moment and followed them through a door, an open one like before. He found himself then in another chamber, with no trace of Ser Willem nor her aunt or uncle. In their place there was a dark skinned woman, singing to a bundle in her arms. That one Aegon recognized immediately.
"Mother?" he asked, trying to see the face of Elia Martell, the woman who he loved despite not knowing how she even looked like. The woman who died trying to protect the baby she thought was him and would have done the same for him. But she continued singing with her face down. "Mother, I am here. I have wanted to know you for so much…"
"My Aegon, my beautiful prince" she started talking, interrupting her singing. Her smile was sweet as honey, like he always imagined. But there was also something else in that, something he didn´t really like. "You will grow up healthy and strong. To bring honour to House Nymeros Martell"
"What are you whispering in the boy´s ears, Elia?" asked someone. A man with silver hair entered the room in that moment, wearing the sigil of house Targaryen. The boy´s eyes widened, as he was in front of his father, Prince Rhaegar of House Targaryen, the Last Dragon. "Our Aegon will not only be a king. He will be the prince who was promised, the one to vanish the darkness from the world."
"As you say, my dear" the last two words were said with a certain level of irony, meaning that the talker wasn´t exactly sincere. "Are there news of your father, the king?"
"He is going to attend the Tourney of Harrenhal and demand us to make appearance there too. Even you, sweet wife" the dornishwoman frowned. She wasn´t exactly fully recovered from Aegon´s birth and going to the ballroom was a chore for her, let alone to travel several kilometres towards a castle in the middle of the Riverlands. "Only Aegon should remain in the keep with Ser Jonothor."
"Can´t he excuse me this time?" asked her, holding her babe closer to her chest. "A mother shouldn´t be away from her son, specially when he is just a newborn."
"I´m sorry, but his decision is taken. Please pack your things, so you can be comfortable enough for the travel" he approached his son, passing a gentle hand through his hair. "My little prince, I´m sorry we have to leave you here, but my father´s word is law… still."
"Yes, we should obey your lord Father for now" said Elia, seeing her husband exit the room. The she looked at her son again. "Prince that was promised… he lives in a world of delusions, with a head full of songs that made him unable to see the reality" she shook his head. "I know what you will be. You will be the first Martell in the Iron Throne, the first Martell King of the Seven Kingdoms. You will bring honour to our house."
"Mother… Mother!" Aegon followed Elia as she advanced through another door, finding himself in a chamber much like the last one, just that in this one Rhaegar and Elia were fighting. And their fight was about one only thing: Lyanna Stark. The seductress that drove his parents away from each other. Well, that was what Connington said, but Lemore always told him a different history.
"I was with you all the time!" the dornish princess screamed. "I was your support when you had to deal with your mad father, I let you cry in my shoulder when he tortured you, I spoke for you in front of my brothers. And for what? For you to dishonour me in front of the whole nobility of Westeros?"
"It wasn´t my intention to cross you" admitted Rhaegar, much more calmed than his wife. "But I had to crown Lyanna due to circumstances you won´t understand…"
"That I wouldn´t understand? Now you are underestimating me. I´m dornish, remember?" she continued, furious. "I can understand a lover or two, even a Paramour. And bastards, if you have them, as long as I am the rightful wife with the trueborn heirs. No, I don´t care if you take Lyanna Stark to your bed every day" she admitted. "But when you make a spectacle of your relationship with her…"
"I didn´t make a spectacle of anything, Elia, please" he said, tired. "I was only recognized her bravery for… something she did while in the Tourney" the man quickly changed the theme. "Besides, you knew ours was marriage of duty, not one of love."
"Yes, and I have old my end of the bargain. I gave you an heir. Now it´s your turn to give me and my son a crown" Aegon didn´t know what to feel in that moment. Hearing his mother calling him a duty hurt, but she also was fighting for him, so he shouldn´t complain. "You owe me, Rhaegar, and I´m never going to let you forget that."
"I know" he answered, putting a sword on his belt. "I will be back to give you the crown the Martells have always been baying for."
The scene disappeared, only to be replaced by an open door, which led him to a big stance. There, three dragons lied on a table, chained to it. In front of them, a silver haired girl stood, chained to the roof and floor by strong chains. He immediately recognized her as his aunt Daenerys. He ran towards her, pulling the chains to try and free her. She moved her mouth all the while, apparently trying to say something.
"Aunt! What happened to you?" asked the prince, still manoeuvring the chains. "You were supposed to be in Qarth, not here in Pentos."
"Run… Aegon… run" the Khaleesi managed to say. Her nephew took a step back, finding then that his ankles were shackled to the floor, just like hers. He turned around in shock, only to find a man with blue lips. Smiling, Pryat Pree started walking around him. appearing and disappearing. Suddenly one of his wrists was chained too. Pree pulled it and secured him to the roof, earning an angered scowl.
"They need to be with their riders" informed the wizard, preparing for the last attack. "You wanted a family, there is your family. You will be here with them for centuries and centuries and centuries, feeding our magic. Welcome home, Aegon Targaryen, the king in exile."
"Dammit… release me!" screamed him, pulling from his chains. The green dragon put a struggle along with him, but Pree ignored them both. He just finished chaining the boy, turning then to the magical orb that was tracking the last dragonrider.
"Aegon" Daenerys whispered, trying to keep her words concealed. "Do you know where Rhaenys is?"
"Rhaenys?" he talked out loud. He knew that he shouldn´t do it, but… wasn´t his sister Rhaenys dead? Yes, Jon Connington told him she was murdered by Amory Lorch in the Sack of King´s Landing. Why else would they have grown up apart? "Isn´t she dead?"
"I´m not so sure" she answered, pulling her chains. "when they captured me, the wizards said there was three dragonriders from Targaryen blood. It means you, me and someone else… at first I thought it might be a Velaryon, but that man said it was a sibling of yours. It has to be Rhaenys."
"I… don´t know where she might be then" he answered, moving in his place. This was so sudden… and mysterious. Why had Jon split them apart if his sister was truly alive? Or maybe it wasn´t he. Maybe it was Varys. The spider was not someone to be trusted, after all. He stared at the wizard, who seemingly had found his next target.
-Beyond the Wall-
"Ghost. What have you found, boy?" asked Jon to his wolf, kneeling on the ground. He had walked away from the group for a moment to search for the wolf while the lord commander slept, worried that he might find some wights. But no, this time the animal found something else. A house. A stone antique house unlike anything he had seen this side of the Wall. The direwolf growled at it, showing his teeth to the house. "Perhaps we should go back to the camp"
He grabbed the wolf by the scruff of the neck and started the path back. Surprisingly, the house appeared again, blocking his way to his brothers. The Snow tried to surround it, but the place materialized before his eyes. Feeling the danger, both wolf and boy ran. The house continued to hunt them, until they were trapped into a circle. The albino growled again, as a door opened in front of them. And back and to the right and the left and… literally everywhere.
Jon Snow saw with terror as it started to close the space inside the circle, like a trap in a mace. He brought Longclaw out of it´s sheath, trying to defend himself and his friend from whoever was trying to catch him. it was no use, the house caught him, closing it´s old door when he was inside.
"Ghost, are you fine, boy?" asked the Snow teen, grabbing his direwolf´s snout. The animal licked him to calm him down, assuring him that he was safe. Then it put itself in front of it´s human, growling. It was obvious that they were not safe. He lifted his sword, walking towards the door they just passed through. Nothing. Another door opened in the opposite end of the room, putting his wolf´s fur on edge. "There, I guess"
He walked towards the open door, entering a chamber that looked like a green field. Jon´s eyes widened. He was obviously in the South, as nowhere in the North could he find something like that. A horse suddenly galloped towards him, carrying a knight with a mismatched armour. He was soon followed by others chasing it. He followed and then saw how an older version of Arya was cornered by knights in a white cloak, lead by a black armoured man.
"Aunt Lyanna?" he asked, recognising the people that were there. Then a question appeared in his mind: was he witnessing his aunt´s abduction by the dragon prince? Surprisingly no, because she was allowed to leave unharmed by the man, who just took the shield she has been using. Another door was opened then, showing him more scenes of Lyanna and Rhaegar. Clashing with the history he has been told, the silver prince didn´t abduct his aunt in this visions. They ran away together. And then…
"Father, Warrior, Smith, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger" they both said under a hearth tree in an island full of weirwoods. "I´m his/hers and she/he is mine. From this day until the end of my days"
Love was in their eyes… and the kiss. Suddenly Jon felt really saddened for the Prince and his wolf bride, who married against the will of the world and paid the price. As did the whole Westeros. He passed another door, being shown the Battle of the Trident. Robert Baratheon has truly been a monster in that time, because the way he swung that monstrous Warhammer was unlike any other. The Silver Prince has no opportunity, falling with his chest crashed by a blow from the enormous weapon.
"Ly… anna" he muttered before dying on the waters of the river, his blood colouring the water red. The boy continued watching until the door opened again. A little against continuing the path, he walked towards it with his sword prepared to strike whoever was behind that door. He then found himself inside a room. There was a window… was he in a tower? Yes, a tower in a desert. And there… his eyes widened as he saw a woman fighting to give birth to a baby. His aunt Lyanna.
Finally the bleeding Stark woman managed to expulse the babe from inside of her. The midwife quickly put the child in it´s mother´s arms, announcing it was a boy. Jon was about to walk towards her when someone barged in. It was Eddard Stark. Static, he watched the woman put her son in her brother´s arms, pleading with her dying breaths for him to protect the newborn prince, Jaeherys Targaryen. He gave his promise and she died peacefully, knowing her brother would take care of him.
"But… where were you? While we were growing up in Winterfell, while we were playing the dragonknight and the young dragon, where were you?" he asked, a dreading feeling curling inside of him. The only child Lord Stark brought from the South to his home was… "What the hell?!" in the final chamber there was a boy and a girl chained to the roof and floor in front of three tiny dragons. "What…"
"You wanted a mother" someone behind him talked, making him turn around with Longclaw ready. He saw Ghost bound to the wall with a chain and a blue lipped man walking towards him. "Now you found your mother and father. Are you happy?" he didn´t talk, maintaining his eyes on his captor. "You are finally home, with your family… with your dragon and wolf. Welcome home, Jaeherys Targaryen, sweet song of ice and fire."
Aegon´s eyes widened. It was not his sister, but a sibling of his actually survived the purge the Baratheons and Lannisters made. He had a brother… a younger brother he never was aware of.
Jon, for his part, didn´t want to hear anything else. He could have stood being lied to about his aunt´s relationship with the silver prince, even to be lied to about the woman´s death by his father, but being lied about his origins his whole life? Right now he was a mess inside, but he had to keep calm to get out of here alive. Then he could try and find out what the truth really was.
Pryat Pree smiled, circling the boy in front of him. He shone with a special magic, so strong… he was really made for them, for bringing the magic back to this earth. Now it was only matter of time before their place in the world was restored.
So now, Jon found out about his heritage one of the worst ways possible and now is trapped in the House of the Undying with his Targaryen relatives... the ones he didn´t already know from the Wall... and has to escape before some blue lipped wight look alikes eats them all. And where are they going to end at. Review!
