Hello! this is a new chapter of this history. Hope you like it!

"Don´t you want to join your family?" asked Pree, putting a chain around his target´s ankles. Jon noticed it and quickly slashed the iron things. his shackles felt to the ground, disappearing into the earth. The warlock was impressed, but managed to keep it from been known. Aegon and Daenerys also saw that. And comprehended.

"Valyrian steel" managed to say the boy, pulling on his shackles. He hoped he had some… wait, they have something better than Valyrian steel. A Trio of young dragons, hopefully grown enough to spit fire on the enemy. Daenerys seemed to be of the same opinion, because she gave her children a look and ordered.

"Dracarys" she said in a clear voice, Drogon raising his head and breathing a little bit of smoke in the wizard´s direction. "Dracarys" she said again, which the black one answered with a new try to spit fire. "Do it you too. Or do you not know Valyrian?"

"I do. Dracarys" he said, hoping the two other dragons would obey. Rhaegal did, joining Drogon in his efforts to bath their gaoler in fire. Jon, for his part, was fighting the crazy man, who apparently could get hurt by that magical sword of his. A swing from Longclaw later, Ghost was free and Pree fled the room, avoiding being eaten by a furious direwolf by the skin of his teeth. Then the brunette went to the other prisoners, cutting the chains from their wrists and ankles. He was in the middle of that when they heard a sound. "What´s that?"

"I don´t think I want to find out. Ghost!" commanded the northerner, to which the direwolf answered with putting himself between his master and whatever was coming. The snarling beast retreated a bit when the humanoid figures started to take form in the darkness, showing themselves as walking corpses with blue lips, stretching arms and teeth ready to eat them. Only one word came to Jon´s mind then. "Wights!"

"What the…" while the younger male cut the dragons free, Aegon ran to the door and tried to open it. Locked. Great. The ancient wizards continued walking towards them, ready to consume their magic and live force, scaring them to death. Daenerys, however, had other plans.

"Dracarys!" she ordered. Drogon obeyed, spitting some sparks of fire towards the attackers. "Dracarys!" the black dragon did so again, finally managing to breath fire like one of his ancestors. The Undying stopped in their tracks, scared by the fire. The king in exile stared at the sight in awe. "What are you waiting for?! An invitation?!"

"Oh, yeah… Dracarys!" the blue haired boy ordered Rhaegal, making the young dragon join his brother. Viserion looked at Jon, as if asking permission to open fire. The youngest Targaryen purposely ignored him, focussing on Ghost. He was still digesting the news of his true parentage, fighting with the lies he has been fed all of his live. He was so proud of being Ned Stark´s son… "Hey! A little bit of help here!"

"I´m occupied" answered Jon, not wanting to communicate with the lizard thing that was eyeing him with attention. Besides, he was still trying to stomach that the people in front of him were part of his family, let alone a brother and aunt of his. Aegon seemed to catch this, turning around immediately.

"This is no time for an identity crisis, you just have to do whatever you can to survive" told him the boy king, dead serious. "So put aside your wolfish upbringing and order that damn dragon to open fire. NOW."

"I…" he was right. His Essosi half-brother was a complete strange to him and he could already read him enough to know he was doubting because of his upbringing as a member of the Stark family. "I don´t know if the dragon is…"

"Just say the damn word with us!" the wights look alike started approaching again, their hands getting closer and closer to the three Targaryens. Jon then decided that better alive than ending up in those wizard´s stomachs, so finally called his direwolf back and addressed the white dragon directly.

"Dracarys" he ordered and then the three little dragon opened fire together, making them flee towards another room. Holding his Valyrian steel sword, he followed them. Ghost walked right at his side, Viserion on his back. Doubting he would be able to defeat them alone Aegon and Daenerys followed. After all, it was the only door in that damn house that wasn´t locked shut by that Pree freak. They finally entered to a room with magnificent thrones and luxuries, but empty of people.

"What is this place?" asked Aegon, seeing one throne after another. His aunt scowled, remembering her visit to the house.

"This is where the undying first talked to me" answered the princess, frowning. "They used all the antique magnificent of Qarth to impress me, but I noticed it was all an illusion" Aegon returned to her side when she mentioned that noting around them was real. "Their real bodies are somewhere around, but that man Pyat Pree captured me before I could find them."

"I think you have already seen what they really look like" said Jon, finally finding the last door. He opened it and entered a dusty hall, where the decrepit bodies of the undying laid in worn thrones, barely alive. And, in the centre of the room, was a beating human hearth. They walked right towards it, with Jon keeping an eye on the rotting murmuring corpses on the chairs. "I´ve seen wights that looked more alive."

"And? I´ve seen dead men that looked more alive" answered the boy king, eyeing the hearth on the table with a certain level of disgust and awe. The dragons too, wary as ever. "Do you think they eat hearths?"

"Focus, nephews, we have to get out of here" their aunt said, feeling a little bit like a nursemaid. Were these boys really older than her? They didn´t seem like it. "I don´t see any doors around" she turned around to face them. "Do you see anything remotely alike to a way outside or…"

"Or wha…" the blue haired boy screamed when one of the corpses grabbed his hand. The tact was so disgusting that he couldn´t avoid doing so before trying to get free. The creature, as they couldn´t call them human, try to bit the struggling boy. Aegon simply continued. His half brother slashed the hand with his sword, but more of those things started trying to reach them.

"Goddamit, we awoke the dead!" Daenerys screamed. Jon rolled his eyes, this was not the first time he saw this happening. Normally he would call for fire, but these wizards wittered bodies seemed to work different to the average wights.

"Ugh, it´s still moving!"

"Do something!" the princess then looked at the dragons. They were very attentive at the hearth in the middle of the room. Perhaps… quickly as a snake, she ordered Drogon to destroy it, which the black dragon quickly comply. The undying screamed, but slowly vanished as the hearth was destroyed in front of their eyes. A moment later, the three Targaryen were panting, tired of the struggle.

"What was that?" asked the blue haired boy, brushing dust from his clothes. His aunt was about to answer, but a sudden movement of the building told her it was not time to talk. "You know? Forget it. Run!" the three of them bolted for the door, which was surprisingly open. As were all the others before it. They ran to freedom, hoping to find themselves at home… or wherever they were kidnapped from. The dragons and wolf along with them. "I see the outside!"

"Stop saying the obvious and run!" the group excited just in time to see the old, dusty House of the Undying collapsing due to the death of the ancient wizards. Daenerys panted as she faced a furious Pryat Pree, who yelled at the top of his lungs.

The wizard, for his part, was beyond reason in anger. The Undying were gone, the dragons escaped, the home of their order was gone… this was not supposed to happen! The damn Valyrian descendants were supposed to be consumed by his superiors, were supposed to give their magic to the hearth so their order could return to their ancient glory. That´s what he worked so hard for. But they ended up destroying everything!

"You… YOU! YOU DES…" he was stopped by a fist on his face, courtesy of Jon. He also was very upset with them and with very good reasons. First, they kidnapped him, making him seen like a deserter of the Night´s Watch. Second, he showed him a past he was having trouble stomaching, especially the part where he was not his father´s son. Third, they tried to eat him alive. And finally…

"Where the hell are we?" he asked, not recognized his sorroundings. He was so used to the snow and white woods, like those he found in the North and beyond the Wall, that he felt lost in that land full of strange buildings. Aegon was having similar thoughts, because this was definitely not Pentos. Dany, on the other side…

"Qarth" she answered, recognizing Xaro and her bloodridders in the entrance. They seemed surprised too, as she has been gone for so much time. And suddenly she arrived with two boys, her dragons and a white beast that looked like it could rip a horse apart. The direwolf also eyed them with curiosity, having never seen men like those. Viserion then landed in the top of his head and chirped cheerfully, happy to be free again.

"Qarth?" repeated the two boys. Aegon revolved nervously. The Griff was going to bloody murder him, kidnapped or not, for being so far away from his careful watch. And there was nothing Lemore would be able to do for him. Jon, for his part, was trying hard not to faint. It was true that after seeing the wights he became very much a believer in magic, but to be able to travel thousands of kilometre from Westeros to Essos… that was really unbelievable. It wasn´t supposed to be possible. And there also meant he abandoned his post in the Night´s Watch, reluctantly, yes, but… who was going to believe him?

"No…" Ghost, feeling his master´s internal revolt, licked his hand to give him support. It didn´t work to soothe him, but he thanked the wolf with a scratch anyway. He wouldn´t be able to put a foot in Westeros again, but at least he still had one friend.

"Ehhhhhhhh… where did you think you were?" asked the princess, freeing herself for a second from Xaro, walking right back towards her nephews. They seemed everything but good. That and Pree´s mumblings while trying to find them… "Well, how about we discuss this in Xaro´s Palace? I´m staying there and it has the most luxurious accommodations in the entire city."

-In the palace-

"So… you were in Pentos with a loyalist named Jon Connington?" asked Daenerys in her rooms, moving one of her figurines in the civasse board the merchant prince gifted her along with other useless things he asked to be returned after she rejected his marriage proposal for good. She had better prospects now.

"Aye" answered Aegon, moving his king to a safer position. At first he didn´t want to play, knowing his awful temper, but the girl managed to convince him. Well, after receiving a bath and new clothes to replace his filthy pentoshi ones, he didn´t put much of a fight. Especially when he noticed the kind of looks that Daxos man was giving him and his brother. "He was a close friend of my father and raised me since I was a baby. We lived in boat, moving from one place to another to avoid detection."

"I see" the princess answered, comparing it to her own life. It wasn´t so different after all. Neither of them has set a foot on Westeros. "What about you, Jaeherys?"

"Jon, please" the youngest boy was brooding, something he has been doing since exciting the house of the undying. He only stopped when Aegon startled him by whispering to his ear that the merchant prince was eyeing his rear like it was a fine cut of meat. Anyway, right now he was trying to make sense of everything he saw in the house of the undying, specially about his origins, and those two were not helping. Or perhaps they were trying. Robb always tried to break his brooding attacks that way. "I… I was raised in Westeros."

"Really?" Dany left her dragon in a bad place because of the surprise, making it easy for her eldest nephew to capture it. "Then you know of the traditions there? And songs too? There is one I read once in a wedding gift I received about a woman who danced between ghosts in a place…"

"Jenny of Oldstones?" asked Jon, recognizing the history as it was one of his sister Sansa´s favourites… well, his cousin Sansa. "I heard it a few times. My half-sister was being taught how to play the high harp when I left home."

"Half-sister? But… isn´t Lady Lyanna dead?" asked Aegon, sending him back spiralling back into the depressive mood that dominated him until they started talking. The silver haired girl threw him a glare that made the blue haired boy cower in his seat. They were finally managing to make him open to them! "Perhaps you should explain it to us."

"Well…" Jon wasn´t sure if he should talk, but they were family, no? He sighed. He should bloody accept it already, as he was stuck with the two of them and a baby dragon crawling into his lap. It that wasn´t a sign he was a Targaryen, nothing was. "My uncle, Lord Stark, adopted me when my mother died, naming me his bastard."

"No way!" both of them got up, scowling. It was an indignity, to name a Targaryen prince a bastard. But what were they expecting from Eddard Stark, one of the usurper´s dogs. When they get to Westeros they were going to…

"But… that along with my looks and the King´s stupidity saved my life" said Jon, making them realise that Lord Stark was the reason he was still alive despite his blood. "And I can´t say I had a bad life. My father… uncle was a father to me, much like your Jon Connington" Aegon sat down again. "Winterfell was a home and the Stark children siblings" his eyes became clouded with tears. "I should have never left. Now Robb is fighting a war alone and I´m stuck out of fucking Westeros."

"Well, you didn´t have much of a choice" reminded him Daenerys, thinking that the man she called Usurper´s dog wasn´t that bad after all. He at least was loyal to his own blood. "Where were you when the war exploded after the Usurper´s death?"

"How do you know he is dead?"

"News travel fast" answered the girl, crossing her arms. "And?"

"At the Wall. I was a member of the Night´s Watch"

"The Night´s Watch?!" Aegon entered the conversation again, suddenly remembering something. "The Griff talked to me about it. He said it was a penal colony in the extreme of the world so chilly that your balls would fall out if… ehhh, sorry for my language, milady" he said, looking at Dany for a second. "Anyway, how did you end up there so young? What did you do?"

"I… I think I caused a war" he fell down on the floor again, suddenly realising that he, or at least his parents, were the cause of Robert´s Rebellion and the Fall of their House. "If my parents have never eloped…"

"That´s not your fault, isn´t it? Lord Stark didn´t have the right to send you to such a horrible place just for that" Aegon was furious now. He couldn´t believe someone was capable of doing something like that to his own blood, let alone to such a good person as his brother. This would not have happened had Jaeherys grown up with him and Jon Con. He would have been happy with them.

"He didn´t sent me, I joined voluntarily. It was one of the few honourable paths for bastards and I wanted to be like my father… uncle" their frowns deepened. "Besides, I have been baying to join them for a time. My uncle Benjen was there and I believed it to be an honourable order that protected the Realm of Men."

"Then you were played"

"Maybe, but I tried my best to become the best of rangers, just like my uncle Benjen. Besides, I couldn´t stay in Winterfell anymore when Lord Stark left with the King…" he shut up in that moment before he could say something about Lady Stark mistreating him. They could be tiny now, but those two had dragons and they were capable to fly to Westeros as soon as they were grown enough to burn Catelyn Stark into oblivion. And he won´t do that to his brothers and sisters. "Anyway, I joined them and in my first Great Range I was kidnapped by those idiots of the dusty house."

"That´s where you got the dog?" the blue haired boy signalled Ghost, who was staring at the baby dragon in his rump with his blood red eyes.

"It´s a direwolf, his name is Ghost. And he has been mine since before, Lord Stark gave one to each of his children" explained Jon. "The only thing that should matter here is that I´m not allowed to go back to Westeros. Deserters to the Night´s Watch are beheaded back there and no one is going to believe me when I claim I was kidnapped by wizards. They will call me an oatbreaker and…"

"Is there anything we could do to help you?"

"Only the King can absolve me from my vows"

"I´m the rightful King of Westeros, so I absolve you from any vow to the Night´s Watch you have taken" said Aegon, trying to put on that kingly façade septa Lemore was trying to instil into him. Unfortunately, he only manage to see theatrical, making Daenerys laugh. "And if you need more ceremony, we can do it again when we conquer King´s Landing."

"And when is that going to be?" asked Jon, feeling a little bit better. His half-brother and aunt were strange, but at least they believed him. And were trying to get close to him too. But he wouldn´t want to rise their hopes only for them to crush to the ground. The Kingdoms might be divided, yes, but they were still not a force to be reckoned for them. Even with the Golden Company, something he doubted Aegon had. "We are not going to be prepared for some time."

"I wouldn´t be so sure" answered the boy king, smiling. "Dany, do you think our… errrrr… stimmed host can lend me some quill and paper? I want to write a letter to Jon Con. He would be thrilled to know where I am."

"I should send a letter to Robb too..." mussed the former watchman, walking towards his direwolf again. He wanted to make clear to all the North that he was no oatbreaker, no coward or deserter, that his disappearance from the Great Ranch was not his fault... but he also didn´t want to see Xaro Xhoan Daxos in those thin clothes ever again. Neither wanted Aegon.

In the end, Daenerys went to Xaro to ask him for the writing implements. She returned with the tools and a very displeased face, as the man took advantage of the moment to ask her to marry him again, which she had to refuse. The boys quickly wrote short letters to their families, one to Jon Connington and another to Robb Stark, who she was starting to like when she read the letter Jaeherys wrote over his shoulder, and sent the two to be dispatched by a very unhappy Jorah.

One of the letters was sent to Pentos, to the Golden Company´s headquarters. It would take a few days to reach the hands of the Griff, but it was going to arrive. And his fury would be as epic as a Baratheon´s when he read it. Lucky they were going to be away from Qarth and towards Astapor when he found out.

The other was to Reach White Harbour first and then Riverrun, as the new King in the North was bound to have advanced south to fight the Lannisters. That one would have a more complicated route, but it would reach the Stark boy… hopefully. There was no weirwood, but Jon Snow prayed, it would reach him, because it seems he was going to be trapped in Essos for quite some time.

Well, who wants to bet at how loud Jon Connington is going to scream? I think he is going to be heard in the Dothraki sea, what do you think? And as for the letter to Robb... if it manages to cross the Narrow Sea, it´s going to arrive at Riverrun. Who is going to receive it?What do you think? And, for the person that review in spanish: hablo español. Gracias por leerme. Hope to heard of you all soon, review!