Author's Note: Hey there everyone! Glad you could join me today! I am stoked to actually be able to do this crossover that I've been plotting for a few years now, and I've finally got everything set up to do it! Now just a few ground rules before I begin! I will be using the Elder Scrolls Wiki as the source I am going to be using for all the Shouts that will be used in this series. And as for the Dragon Tongue used in this story, I'm going to use 's Dragon Dictionary and Legacy Translator to help me with my personal rendition of Dovahkiin in this story! One last thing I need to mention, I will be using my own self-created shouts throughout this story, and while it may seem blasphemous, remember, Dragonrend is, in the minds of the dovah, a Non-Canon Shout anyway, if you think about it. And I know the site says that the Legacy Translator is not accurate, but come on! What Language Translator is 100% accurate?
5/21 Dragon Break: As of this date, the Story will be undergoing an update, or a Dragon Break, in which the story will be going through changes that will, hopefully, enhance your reading experience and deal with any grievances those who have read, namely one ashenerden, who has, aside from infuriating me, has helped me see where i screwed up with this story. Also i apologize for making this prologue so much longer than last time, but I had decided to recycle some of the concepts from Valyria Reborn in the rewriting of the prologue and chapters 1-6, so the chapters will definitely be longer but I promise you won't regret it!
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Prologue: Drem Yol Lok
The Throat of the World, 23rd of First Seed, 4E 203
"YOL…! TOOR-SHUL!" Ormr Bloodskal shouts loudly, growling as smoke leaves his lips, the Blades Charging towards him with their swords drawn as the young man takes his stance, Paarthurnax growling. "Get back!" One of the Blades swings his sword and Ormr grabs his arm, tossing him off the side of the mountain, the man screaming in terror as the Snake-Eyed man punches another Blade in the face, his fists colliding with the helmet and leaving a deep dent into it, the woman falling to the ground dead, as he growls at the men and women charging up the mountain. "FUS! RO-DAH!" The Force of his Voice causes several to fly backwards, some being turned to dust as the Unrelenting Force rips them apart. Climbing the mountain behind the rest is a woman who smiles at the Dragonborn with hateful eyes. "DELPHINE!" Ormr shouts angrily, "I should have known this was your doing!"
"Are you so surprised, Traitor?" Delphine asks, "You betrayed us and joined the Dragons! Now you're more of a threat than ever!"
"I was never a threat to you!" Ormr shouts, angrily, "I just wanted to be left alone!"
"And so I made sure you were left completely alone!" Delphine says, smirking.
"What?" Ormr asks as he breaks the neck of a Blade.
"DOVAHKIIN! GET DOWN!" Paarthurnax calls, to which Ormr ducks. "YOL! TOOR-SHUUUUL!" He turns several of the Blades to ash, those remaining fire their crossbows and pin down Paarthurnax with chains. "Gck!"
"Grandmaster!" Ormr shouts, distracted long enough for a few of Delphine's trusted warriors to grab Ormr by the arms, kick him in the back of the knees, and force him onto them. "You bitch! If you-!" They tie a gag around Ormr's mouth, the woman smiling as she looks at the man before her, who glares at her with his pure black eyes.
"You thought you could just leave us and let Paarthurnax turn the dragons against us, enslaving us again?" Delphine asks, running the blade of an Ebony Dagger across his skin, not cutting him as Ormr just glares at her. "Well… You said you wanted to be left alone, to live in peace, so I made sure you had a truly "peaceful" life…" Delphine smirks as she looks at Ormr, "Simply inform the surviving Volkihar Vampires of where you lived and let them have their way with your wife… I forget her name… Ysolda right…?" Ormr's eyes became filled with rage, "But that was not enough, you turned your back on hunting dragons, and chose, instead, to fight in the Civil War to escape your pain… Sure you brought peace to Skyrim, but you left the Thalmor alone… Letting them do whatever they pleased…" She then smirks as she stands up, "So I gave your children Talos Amulets, and told them the Thalmor were friends of yours… And just like that, the children were slaughtered like flies, right in front of everyone…"
Ormr growls as smoke comes out of his nostrils and he begins to fight back, "Oh but that still wasn't enough, so we found that Vampire Friend of yours and crucified her, torturing her, slowly painfully, letting her burn to ash in the sun... After that, we turned our eyes to the Companions, that wolf pack you were so friendly with…" Delphine says, "And that bitch Aela, who proclaimed you as her Harbinger, it was just so much fun watching her fight as we burned down Jorrvaskr…" She smiles as she looks at Ormr, who is struggling to get out of the grip of the Blades holding him down. "The last thing we needed to do was to bring down those dragons you were so close to… So we hunted down Odahviing and shot him right out of the sky, causing him to drown in the sea… And Durnehviir? We forced him into the mortal world and sealed the Portal to the Soul Cairn behind him, thus watched as he slowly and painfully perished…"
"Then we hunted every single dragon in skyrim, until only one remained…" She puts the dagger away and draws Dragonbane, and holds it against Paarthurnax's neck. "And we will give you a taste of the power you had long since denied yourself…" Ormr struggles harder as he realizes what she is going to do, the woman holding the blade against the dragon's throat.
"Dovahkiin…" Paarthurnax says, to which Ormr struggles… "Dovahkiin!" Ormr stops, "Krif Voth Ahkrin…"
'Dir voth Zin, Thuri…' Ormr thinks, to which the Dragon's neck is cut wide open the dragon's blood spilling upon the ground, his flesh and scales burning as Ormr devours the Dragon's soul against his will. Running up to the top of the Throat of the World, Esbern's elderly skin is pale with horror, he had finally understood what Alduin's Wall had meant, for he had found a hidden detail in the Prophecy of the Last Dragonborn.
"Delphine!" Esbern shouts, rushing up.
"Ah, Esbern, it's done, Paarthurnax is dead…!" Delphine says, smiling, but then notices the horror in his eyes as the Blades rush to the Old man. "Esbern…? Whats wrong?"
"Everything is wrong, Delphine! I've just uncovered the true meaning behind Alduin's Wall, it's not just a prophecy of the End Times, but a warning about what is to come afterwards!"
"A Warning? A warning about what?" Delphine asks, to which the Blades don't notice Ormr walking towards Paarthurnax's body, the man falling to his knees in the center of the Time Wound, the Elder Scrolls of the Dragon, of Blood, and of the Sun falling from his Inventory, and landing in an open triangle formation around him.
"The Warning states as follows… "And Woe be to you who believe they can tame the Last Dragonborn, for when the World Eater lies in ruins, when the Solarian Tyrant Sets forever, and when the First Dragonborn is Devoured, 5 signs shall herald the end of the Kalpa, and the rise of the Qahnaarin"..." Esbern recites from his notes, "From the Black Sun, the Children of Coldharbor shall claim the life and virtue of the Last Dragon's Mate… From Golden Knives sheathed in Black shall his cubs be butchered… And from the Savages wielding defiled Blades shall his closest bonds be severed…"
"...His Daughter of Coldharbour Shall be bound, brutalized, and left to face the Wrath of Magnus… His Huntress shall be left to howl as she burns amongst her brothers and sisters… and His Kin be brought down once more… Many butchered like animals, One drowned amongst the Spirits, One forced to rot and decay, and the last it's Throat Slit by one whose hatred has been followed blindly upon the Snow Tower…! So shall rise Qahnaarin, the Vanquisher, who shall bring the Kalpa to the End, and the World Devoured once more"!" The Blades then begin to feel a cold sweat run down their backs as they realize what they have just done, and they all look to Delphine, whose eyes go back and forth, everything rushing back to her as she realizes she has brought the End of the World upon Tamriel.
Turning, Delphine sees Ormr take off the gag, tears flowing from his jet black eyes as he grinds his teeth, and with one deafening roar, the sky turns red with black clouds mixing into the color, lightning and meteors raining down from the sky as the recruits flee in terror, screaming. "You have doomed us all, Delphine!"
"There is still time! If we kill him…!" Delphine says, but then Esbern knocks the sword out of her hands. "Esbern!"
"It's too late now… The End is here…" Ormr stands up glaring at the woman who had taken everything from him, his hands bleeding from clenching his fists too hard. "It's time we accepted our fate…"
"No…" Delphine says, falling to her knees, seeing Ormr breathe in deeply.
"MUL! QAH-DIIV!" He transforms into his Dragon Aspect as the Scrolls glow, and grant him a spectral tail and wings, Ormr flying as high as he can physically go, and concentrates every fiber of his being into this final shout… "JIID! SO-DAAAAAAAAN!" The World begins to crumble as meteors of greater size and massive lightning bolts the size of mountains crash onto the ground, incinerating everything they touch. Flying back down, Ormr walks to the skeleton of his Overlord… His Grandmaster… His… Father… And lies down next to his head, wanting to be next to Paarthurnax as it finally ends. From the Earth Bones, the entire world is rent asunder, and in five minutes, the world is nothing more than dust in the void, and the Dragonborn floats in space, alive, wishing he was dead too…
"You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you, Dovahkiin?" A Voice calls out as Ormr looks to see a mighty fox made entirely out of ebony armor plates says, appearing out of the darkness. "It is truly to watch as those whom you trusted most betrayed you…"
"Is that you, Lord Shor?" Ormr asks, stunned as he looks at the Fox God, who smirks at him.
"Yes, I am… And though you have been given a terrible hand, there is a way to help you regain something you lost…" He looks up, "Look…" In Oblivion, the Aedra descend around Ormr, all of them looking at him with guilt on their faces. "We are here to recreate Nirn, and start over again… You have served us well, above and beyond the call of duty, and as such, we have decided to give you another chance at life…"
"How?"
"We intend to reincarnate you when the time is right, until then, you shall enjoy wandering the planes of Aetherius and Oblivion, bidding your time until it is time for your reincarnation into the World… Though there are 3 we have chosen to join you, who shall retain their memories, or regain them in time…" Shor says, "As such, we will begin construction immediately, and when it is ready, we shall summon you again…"
"Alright…" Ormr says, to which he looks to the void of Oblivion, "Could you send me to the Shivering Isles? I would very much like to go visit my Ancestor and share that Strawberry Tart he promised."
"Of Course…" Shor says, sending the man on his way.
Soul Cairn, ? of ?, ?E ?
Over the next century, Ormr travels the lands of Oblivion and Aetherius, eventually finding himself in the Soul Cairn, and to his surprise, he finds that it is overrun with souls, but more than that, the Ideal Masters, the Rulers of this World, he is shocked to learn from the souls that have gathered here that they no longer exist, as if they had somehow died, and now there is no one left to fill the void. Looking around him, Ormr then smirks as he walks into the Soul Cairn and begins to Organize the Souls, the Mistmen, the Bonemen, and the Wraithmen into rebuilding the Soul Cairn over several thousand years. When it is finally done, the Daedric Princes come to see who is now in control of the Soul Cairn, intent on taking the souls there for their own, but what they find is nothing like the Soul Cairn they new before, for when they appear, they find themselves standing within a palace in the form of mortal men and mer, shocking them, and sitting upon a mighty throne made from the bones of a dragon is Ormr, who looks upon them with his pure black eyes.
However, he has changed, for while he is wearing his Greybeard robes, they aren't made with cloth, far from it, they appear to be made from a black material with gold mixed in with them, and upon his face is the Mask known as Konahrik, whilst around his neck is a scarf made of the same black and gold material. He sits there upon his throne and then stands up, walking towards the Daedra and the Aedra who newly arrive, and he bows to them. "Greetings…!"
"Who are you?" Mehrunes Dagon asks.
"Hoho! My descendant, you have done so well for yourself!" Sheogorath says, "You've become a Daedra yourself! This is cause for celebration! Cheese for everyone!"
"I agree!" He claps his hands and a large table made of skeletons appears, with seats being given to each of the Daedra and Aedra, and bountiful food presented for them, whilst Ormr takes his place at the head of the table. "Now, I am sure we have much to discuss, but please, feast to your heart's content whilst we discuss!"
"Ormr, what has happened to the Ideal Masters?" Shor asks.
"Well when I got here several thousand years ago, I actually found out that the Ideal Masters weren't actually Daedra at all, and were, in fact, Mortals who had turned themselves into something akin to Daedra, but required fresh souls to retain their power, hence why they often made contracts with Necromancers!" Ormr says, smiling, "As I am a direct descendant of Sheogorath, and a Lesser Aedra due to my possessing the Blood and Soul of a Dragon, who themselves are Lesser Aedra, I thought it would be appropriate of myself to take over and reshape the Soul Cairn."
"Interesting…" Hermaeus Mora says as he gently picks up a wedge of cheese and examines it.
"The Food you see before you are made of pure spiritual energy, and thus is plentiful in the extreme, at least here in the Verdant Paradise!" Ormr explains, "In any case, I know most of you Daedric Princes want my soul, or this realm for your own, but I am afraid to disappoint most of you that the Soul Cairn is now mine, and I am a Daedra myself now… So I will not be giving up my position or this realm without a fight!"
"We Aedra did not come here to fight, in fact, we came to inform you that the New Nirn is ready for your rebirth…" Lorkhan explains, "Though now that you are a Daedra, that does complicate things slightly…"
"No it doesn't…" Ormr says, smiling as he snaps his fingers, and then, appearing in the room is a Nord, a male, dressed as a Butler, one who looks completely human, yet is dressed within a suit similar to Haskill's only far finer, and less frilly. "This is my Steward, Birger… He will be attending to things while I am gone…!"
"I would be honored, my Lord!" Birger says, smiling at his Daedric Lord.
"So as I declare that, until I permanently return to the Soul Cairn, the Lordship shall temporarily be placed upon Birger." He looks to his Steward, "I trust you more than anyone Birger!"
"Your trust shall not be misplaced! Though what of the humans who find their way to the Soul Cairn in order to bargain or to earn your Daedric Artifacts?"
"I didn't intend to establish myself yet, nor do I have artifacts to give…" Ormr explains.
"We can discuss that another time, Ormr…" Akatosh says, "For now we must get back to business…!"
"Of course, Lord Akatosh… So what do you intend for me to do?"
"Well if we are being perfectly honest, we have come to give you a new chance at life, but we have run into some complications thanks to the Mortals…"
"What kind of Complications?"
"You see…" Lorkhan explains as he begins to talk with Ormr and all the Daedra reveal their grievances and then Ormr gets an idea, "You have a plan?"
"Yes, there are 8 of you Divines right, 9 if you count Talos, correct? Well I am thinking that this Faith of the Seven should have Lady Mara as the Maiden, Lady Dibella as the Crone, and Lady Kyne as the Mother… For the rest, I think Talos should be the Warrior, Julianos the Smith, Stendarr the Father, and Lord Arkay will be the Stranger, and the representation of Death with it's many faces. As for Lord Lorkhan and Lord Akatosh, let's have it that Lord Akatosh be God of the Red Faith, that way he can retain both his strengths as a god of the Sun, Time, and Fire. For you, Lord Shor, I think I might have an idea for you! Why not be the Drowned God of the Ironborn, you're technically a Dead God anyway, so it makes sense!" Ormr explains, to which the Aedra speak amongst themselves and all nod, whilst Jon looks to the Daedra, "As for you, my lords and ladies of Oblivion, how about each of you takes a different depiction of as part of the Old Gods? For example, Lords Hermaeus Mora, Hircine, Azura, Jyggalag, Malacath, Sheogorath, Nocturnal and Meridia could be the "Good" Gods of the Old Way, whilst Boethiah, Clavicus Vile, Mehrunes Dagon, Molag Bal, Mephala, Namira, Sanguine, Peryite, and Vaermina are considered the "Evil" Gods?"
"Hmmm…" The Daedric Princes say, all of them speaking amongst each other as Sheogorath stands up, laughing.
"You are truly a gifted boy! We accept!"
"Alright then… Now as for what to do with me…"
"Well we have decided that in this world, you will be a Prince born of one Rhaegar Targaryen, Heir to the Iron Throne, and his wife, Lyanna Stark…!" Lorkhan says, Ormr listening closely as he looks at the God of Mankind. "We will allow you to retain all your knowledge, skills, and powers as the Dragonborn, including all of the Shouts you have mastered, and we will ensure you regain your garments, your mask, and your scarf, and the Dawnbreaker, eventually. However, your abilities and memories would be locked until you comeinto the Soul Cairn during a time where you are near death…"
"I can understand, don't want me to grow too strong too fast, but what about my status as a Daedric Prince?" Ormr asks.
"You will be slowly recognized for what you are, and eventually, shrines will be raised in your honor, but that is further into the future… We have one last thing to discuss, and that is we are going to send someone with you into the Mortal Realm…"
"Who?" Ormr asks, dreading the answer.
"Well we will be returning your wife and the other two you would have married, had you considered it, but we will not reveal who they are. We will also be allowing Arvak to join you in the Mortal Realm, reborn as a horse of your decision. Finally, we will be sending a Dragon with you, who will be bonded with you in this new Nirn." Arkay explains. "Since you had defeated Alduin and had become the World Eater, we have since been putting the dragon through severe levels of punishment, and as such we have decided that to truly repent, he will be the dragon that bonds with you."
"NO WAY!" Ormr says, shocked, looking at him. "You're going to be pairing me up with that maddragon!?"
"We are, and since you are both World Eaters, we thought it would be appropriate, since you defeated Alduin once before, you can do it again if he gets out of line…!" Lorkhan explains, to which Ormr sighs as he rubs his temples.
"Alright, I'll do it!" Ormr growls angrily.
"Good…!" Lorkhan explains, "And so you know, I will also be acting as one of the Old Gods, and I shall guide you whenever I can, so be prepared for it!"
"Understood…" Ormr says, sighing in defeat.
Winterfell, Morning of the 23rd of First Seed, 287 AC
Jon Snow's ragged breathing is heard from his room as Maester Luwin tries to help the boy as best as he can, the boy of a mere 6 years is struggling against the Pox, but an unusual symptom is noticed, one that is turning his gray eyes and scleras completely black. Catelyn Stark looks at the boy with horror in her eyes, seeing how she had begged the Seven to take the boy away out of hatred and anger, condemning a poor innocent boy to die, all because she was jealous of his mother. The Maester comes out to the Lady of Winterfell, "It is not looking good… If he makes it through to dawn tomorrow, he will have survived the worst of it… But if he doesn't…" He looks to Jon, who is whimpering, his ragged breathing can be heard.
"Mother…" Jon says in his fever, "Mother… Help me… I'm so scared…" He says, tears flowing down his cheeks. Catelyn places a hand on her mouth, realizing how terrible of a person she is as she sees the boy raise his hand as if reaching for someone. Maester Luwin looks at the boy as his arm falls to the bed, and rushes to him, putting his ear to the boy's chest.
"Is he…?" Catelyn asks.
"He's alive, but barely…" Maester Luwin says, looking down. Catelyn sheds tears of fear and sorrow as she looks at the boy and rushes to the Sept, and begins making a wreath for the boy, and begs the Gods.
"Seven Gods… Please… Let him live… Let the boy live… And I swear that I will love him… I will have my Lord Husband petition the King to have the boy be named Stark and be done with it… Please…" Catelyn prays to the Gods, shedding tears as she begs with all her heart and soul.
Meanwhile, in the Soul Cairn
Jon slips out of thought and out of time, in which the world turns into silver glass, and Jon sees the stars and clouds flowing past him, but more than that, he sees a great man standing in front of him, a man dressed in black and gold robes, with a matching hood and a golden mask with dragonglass acting as the lenses for the eyes. "Dovahkiin…" He says to Jon, pulling back his hood as he looks at the boy, "It is time…" From this man flow streams of energy that wrap around and enter Jon, in which he sees images of this man's past. How from when he was a boy, he grew up a prisoner, and where men and women with ears like that of daggers tortured and killed his family, leaving him all alone. He would be found by a man of great power and authority, taken in by a woman in the Military, and raised by a good family. He would learn of his family and ancestry, including how he was a direct descendant of the man who would become the God of Madness, and how his family worshipped the God of Knowledge. He remembers traveling North after discovering a conspiracy that would destroy the World, how he became a being known as the Dragonborn, whose name in the Language of the Dragons translates to "He who was Born to Hunt Dragonkind".
Further images reveal how Jon would rise to the challenge of hunting down Alduin, the Dragon Overlord, after many adventures, how he would claim the Konahrik mask from it's final resting place, collecting the Dragon Claws and releasing the Konahrik Garments to complete the set, and how he would travel to the Afterlife and bring the World Eater to Earth and kill him with one savage blow to the forehead. After that, he would reveal the plot against the Empire, destroy the Dark Brotherhood, bring down the Thieves Guild, become the Harbinger of the Companions, and finally obtain his revenge against the woman who had his clan slaughtered. Afterwards, after nearly a year of peace, he would go upon his last adventure, fighting and devouring the soul of his Predecessor, Miraak, and ending one last quest to meet his Ancestor, the God of Madness, before everything went to shit…
Jon feels like his head is about to burst as the information rushes into his mind, but it doesn't, and surprisingly, Jon feels like he is growing stronger because of it, for he feels a power growing in his breath, but he keeps his breaths calm, and as his body rests, his mind begins to grasp onto everything that has been transferred to him. From the magic that was given to him from on high to the skills he once had as a warrior, ending with his love of music. Looking ahead again, Jon finds himself standing upon shores of white sand with his bare feet in touching the surface, it is warm, and beyond the shores is a far green country, where the sounds of laughing, of music, and of clashing steel is heard as Jon walks towards the sound, his bare feet touching the warm, soft grass as he leaves the sand behind.
There, at what appears to be a large banquet in a large open field, Jon sees people he had only seen in books, Bran the Builder, Torrehn the King who Knelt, amongst many others of House Stark, but also there are a few there that Jon recognizes the banners that decorate the area... The Dead Weirwood surrounded by Ravens of House Blackwood, the Twin Crossed Keys of House Locke, the Falcon and Moon of House Arryn, the Bear of House Mormont, the Thistles of House Norrey, the Black Stallion of House Ryswell, The Merman of House Manderly, the Silver Fist of House Glover... The White Sun of House Karstark, The Black Studs of House Royce, the Maze Surrounded by Unicorns of House Rogers, the Black Lillies of House Fenn, The Black Axe of House Cerwyn, and the Sigil of House Flint, a Weirwood Tree growing from the top of a Mountain…
However, there is also something that shocks him, the Dragon Banners of House Targaryen, to which then everyone quiets down as everyone turns to someone sitting upon a bench and taking out a high harp, crafted with the shapes of dragons and silver strings upon it, and the man begins to play the harp, and he begins to sing gently.
Dovahkiin, Dovahkiin, naal ok zin los vahriin…
Wah dein vokul mahfaeraak ahst vaal!
Ahrk fin norok paal graan fod nust hon zindro zaan,
Dovahkiin, fah hin kogaan mu draal!
Huzrah nu, kul do od, wah aan bok lingrah vod,
Ahrk fin tey, boziik fun, do fin gein!
Wo lost fron wa ney dov, ahrk fin reyliik do jul,
Voth aan Suleyk wah ronit faal krein!
Ahrk fin Zul, rok drey kod, nau rol morokei frod,
Rul lo Taazokaan motaad voth kein!
Sahrot Thu'um, med aan tuz, vey zeim hokoron pah,
Ol fin Dovahkiin komeyt ok rein!
Jon listens to this and remembers this is the Song of Sovngarde, and he can't help but listen closely as the people in the gathering listen closely.
Ahrk fin Kel lost prodah, do ved viing ko fin krah,
Tol fod zeymah win kein meyz fundein!
Alduin, Feyn do Jun, kruziik vokun staadnav,
Voth aan bahlok wah diivon fin lien
Jon listens and then can't help but join in the singing, his eyes closed, not knowing that everyone turns their eyes towards the boy as he joins in.
Nuz aan sul, fent alok, fod fin vul dovah nok,
Fen Kosh Nahlot Mahfaeraak, ahrk ruz!
Paaz Keizaal fen kos stin nol bein Alduin jot,
Dovahkiin kos fin saviik do muz!
The Harp still continues, but Jon doesn't notices the man singing has stopped as Jon continues on his own, unaware of the situation.
Dovahkiin, Dovahkiin, naal ok zin los vahriin,
Wah dein vokul mahfaeraak ahst vaal!
Ahrki fin norok paal graan fod nust hon zindro zaan,
Dovahkiin, fah hin kogaan mu draal!
Jon finishes singing, but then his eyes open to reveal all of the people staring at him, the boy stunned and a bit terrified as they do so, but then the man on the stage begins clapping, and soon the others join in, whistling and whooping at his singing. Everyone begins to chant for more as they look at Jon, to which suddenly there is a roar, and everyone sees a mighty Black Dragon descend from the sky with furious, glowing red eyes, snarling at the group as it descends. Jon looks at the beast as it descends, and the mind of Ormr takes over, in which he estimates that this dragon's wingspan is 670ft from tip to tip, with his body, from the tip of his snout to the tip of his tail, is about 480ft. He can see the dragon's scales look like they are made from dragonglass, twisted and jagged, like spikes, and yet they fold together seamlessly. Jon just can't help but look at the creature amazed, and it lands next to the boy, his massive head in front of the boy, who though terrified, reaches up and gently touches it's snout. The beast growls at him, only a faint gurgling growl, as if it were starting to calm down, and Jon can see the hatred and anger in it's eyes, though it fades to something else… Remorse and Dishonor… "Alduin…?" Jon asks, speaking it's name on instinct.
"Drem Yol Lok… Dovahkiin…" The Massive Dragon says, Jon's eyes wide with awe, but he smirks, looking at the great Lesser Aedra. "It seems you have finally come to your senses!"
"Took me a while, and a disease to addle my brain enough to do so, but yes, I have!" Jon says, "Don't worry, I intend to awaken you as soon as I can!"
"Humph…" Alduin says, glaring at his former enemy. "See that you do… I don't fancy turning to stone!" The Dragon takes to the skies, and Jon notices two figures walking towards him, one of them the singer from the stage, and the other… He recognizes all too well, but the stone of her statue didn't capture her beauty in the slightest.
"Aunt Lyanna and… Prince Rhaegar!?" Jon asks, shocked, looking at them, to which Jon starts talking gibberish in Dovahzul, but Lyanna just giggles as she pulls the boy in close.
"It's alright, little Dragonwolf… You don't need to worry…" Lyanna says, shedding tears. "Everything is alright…"
"Dragonwolf?" Jon asks. "Does that mean?"
"You are trueborn, son…" Lyana says, smiling at him. "The Gods were good as they shielded you from Robert Baratheon's wrath by giving you my features…" Jon looks at her, shocked, "Yes, Aemon… You are my son… My trueborn son with my husband, Rhaegar Targaryen!" She says, smiling as Rhaegar walks over to the two of them, smiling, then joining in on the embrace. "You are also the God known as the Ideal Master, Ruler of this World you are now in… The Soul Cairn…"
"Yes… I remember…" Jon says, smiling. "I remember who I was before now…!"
"Aemon…" Rhaegar says, looking at his son, who looks to his father with awe. "Let us forget about the past for now, you will be here until sun rises in the Mortal World, which, for us, will be an entire year in this world…"
"A year!?" Jon asks, shocked.
"You never established laws of time in this world, so your steward, Birger, did in your place, and any mortal who comes here will only age a day for each year they are here…" Lyanna explains, to which she gently guides her son down the hill. "Now come, and meet the rest of your family!" Jon smiles as he there are tears in his eyes and follows his parents down the hill, and for the rest of the Night in the Mortal World, Jon enjoys the company of his extended family. He sings and plays music with his father, trains with his mother, who is as strong a warrior as the rumors said about her. He meets with the rest of his extended family, including his Targaryen side, and eventually meets up with Birger again, whom the two share several conversations as Rhaegar and the Targaryen Kings teach Jon about the proper way to rule, and how, as a King, it is important to have people around that one can trust to make the burden easier to carry. However, that is when Jon notices something…. Something important…
"Bormah…?" Jon asks in Dovahzul, "Why aren't Aegon and Rhaenys here? I thought they were killed!"
"That is what I thought too…" A new voice comes up, as the Banners of House Martel approach with a beautiful woman at it's head. "That is until I went to look for them in the Mortal Realm…"
"Elia!" Rhaegar says, to which Lyanna rushes past her husband, knocking him over as she hugs the Dornish Princess.
"Elia! It's been so long since you left! Have you found them?"
"Yes I have! I discovered that Rhaenys and Aegon are still alive and well!" Elia says.
"Princess Elia Martel of Dorne…" Jon says, stepping to her and kneeling to her.
"Ouroboros, Lord of the Soul Cairn, the Ideal Master, and Daedric Prince of Liberty and Justice!" Elia says, curtsying to the reborn Daedric Prince. "It is good to finally meet you, my lord!"
"I may be a Prince, but you are still family to me, due to your marriage to my Birth Father, Rhaegar, and as such, you are my Monah as well, Lady Targaryen!" Jon says, smiling at her, "So feel free to call me as you wish so long as we are not at court!" Jon says, smiling at her.
"Very Well!" Elia says, hugging the young Daedric Prince with a smile on her face.
"You said my brother and sister are still alive?" Jon asks.
"Yes, they are, thanks to my brother protecting Rhaenys, and for Jon Connington for Protecting Aegon!" Elia says, smiling, to which Jon's eyes have a gleam to them as he realizes his siblings are alive, and he then thinks
"I need to get in contact with them!" Jon says.
"How do you intend to?"
"I have an idea…" Jon says, to which he then kneels onto the ground and begins to concentrate, feeling his consciousness extend through the Soul Cairn as he imagines his siblings, using his blood as a means to contact them. That is when, suddenly amethyst colored flames burn in front of him, and before him appear two children around his age, only a few years older than him.
"What the!?" The boy asks, he has silver hair and deep blue, nearly violet, eyes, and he looks around. "Jon! Where are you!?"
"Egg?" The Woman, a young dornish beauty, asks, looking at the boy. "Is that you?"
"That voice…" Aegon asks, looking at the beauty. "Rhaenys!?"
"My little brother!" Rhaenys says, rushing to the boy and the two embrace one another.
"Awww, so adorable!" Lyanna says, smiling.
"Munah?" Rhaenys asks, hearing Lyanna's voice. "Munah Lyanna!" Rhaenys rushes to the woman, "Munah!" She hugs Elia, smiling at her, and then sees her father, "Kepa!"
"It is good to finally be reunited with you two…!" Rhaegar says, to which Aegon tentatively approaches.
"Kepa…" Aegon says, tears in his eyes. "Are we dead?"
"No you're very much alive, but your little brother summoned you here!" Elia says, to which she motions to Jon, who stands and smiles at them. "This is your little brother, Aemon!"
"Aemon…?" Aegon asks, to which Jon approaches his brother and holds out a hand to shake. Aegon, looking at him, slowly reaches forward, takes Jon's hand, and then pulls him into a hug, while Rhaenys rushes over and jumps at hte two, pulling them into an embrace. "How are we here?"
"I called you in your dreams, it was a gamble but I made it work!" Jon says, smiling. "I am also currently fighting off the Pox in the North…"
"That explains why I haven't heard of you! You look like Munah Lyanna, and if I am guessing this correctly, Lord Eddard Stark had claimed you as his bastard to protect you!"
"That's right! Also, now that we're here, I believe you can enter the Soul Cairn in your dreams now, so we can communicate with each other every night!"
"That is perfect!" Rhaenys says, "It's like we're Dragon Dreaming!"
"I think we are, only our Dragon Dreams are linked now!" Aegon says, smiling at his siblings. "Anyway, what are we going to do?"
"If I am being perfectly honest with you, Aegon, I don't wish to rule Westeros… It is a place that has done nothing but treat me poorly…" Jon says to his brother, "If I were to do anything, I would like to rebuild Valyria…!"
"That sounds like an excellent idea!" Aegon explains, "Truth be told, while Jon Connington is trying to convince me to return to Westeros and Conquer it, I don't feel anything for a Homeland that murdered my family…"
"Agreed…" Rhaenys says, "While I do live in Westeros, to be honest, I've more of an affinity for the Orphans of the Green Blood rather than the Iron Throne…" Rhaenys says, "I love their stories of the Mother Rhoyne, and I want to be able to return the Rhoynar to their homeland…"
"Well, if that is the case, who should we have take the Throne of Westeros?" Jon asks, "I mean I know the Resurrection Shout… Though I doubt things will be that simple…"
"Shouts?" Aegon and Rhaenys ask, confused.
"Ah, I forget… You don't know about it…" Jon says, and then breathes in. "Alright, then, Imagine the world itself consists of many different songs, from the smallest grain of sand to the mightiest mountain, everything emanates his own song… By speaking in Ancient Valyrian, one can utilize their voice to "introduce" new lyrics into the Songs of the World, and change it for a short time, or permanently if the lyrics are strong enough to overpower the will of the world…" Jon explains, "By Shouting, one can create whirlwinds, breathe fire and ice, or even summon mighty thunderstorms."
"Amazing!" Aegon says, "And you can do this?"
"Yes, and to be honest, the only reason why I can do this is because of who I was in my past life… But I will go into that another time!" Jon explains, "I can teach you to shout, as you have the Blood of the Dragon, it should be relatively easy for both of you! Every day in the Mortal Realm is a year in this realm, so I can get you started!"
"Thank you, Aemon!" Rhaenys says, hugging her brother, Jon blushing as she hugs him…
Morning of the 24th of First Seed, 287 AC
Lady Catelyn returns to check on Jon Snow before she breaks her fast with Lord Eddard… After having watched over the boy through most of the night, she hopes beyond hope that she can keep her promise to the Seven, for she knows that if she can't then she may very well doom her family. When she approaches the room, she sees Lord Eddard standing outside the door with Maester Luwin, the two of them speaking. "Are there any other changes that I should know of, Maester Luwin?"
"Other than his eyes turning completely black, there is only one thing that you should be warned of, Lord Eddard…" Maester Luwin says, "The boy was singing and talking in the midst of his fever dreams… And I even heard mention of names of people he supposedly met… To name only a few… It seems whoever was in his dreams, he mentioned a few notable people from your family history: Arya Flint, Harrold Rogers, but the most important two names that I heard, were Lyanna Stark and, shockingly Rhaegar Targaryen…!"
"What?" Lord Eddard asks, but then gives a serious look, to which Lady Catelyn, from her hiding place around a corner. "Do not speak of this to anyone, do you understand me, Luwin? This must never get out…!"
"You have my word, Lord Eddard, but what is going on?"
"I think Jon may have entered the Land of the Dead and met with his… Real Parents…"
"Then, Jon Snow…?"
"As I said, this must not get out… I took Jon in as my own, but I hid his identity so I could keep my word to my sister, Lyanna…" Lord Eddard says, "Jon is of my blood, my nephew, and I couldn't leave him to Robert's Wrath, not after what he did to Prince Aegon and Princess Rhaenys…" Catelyn Stark silently gasps as she puts a hand over her mouth, the rage in her giving away to horror. Jon wasn't her husband's bastard, he was Lyanna Stark's son… But who could…?
"Who is Jon Snow's father?"
"His father…" He looks around, and then notices the train of a dress. "You can come out Catelyn…" Lady Stark sighs as she walks over to Ned Stark, "Spying is unbecoming of the woman I had come to love and trust…"
"I am not spying on anyone else's accord but my own…" Lady Catelyn says, "Why did you not tell me?"
"We had only been together one night, and I didn't know if I could trust you with this information… And I was resolved to keep the stain on my honor and take the secret to my grave…" Ned says to Catelyn, "Your rage towards Jon has kept him safe all these years…"
"Safe…?" Lady Catelyn says, "Safe!? I nearly condemned that boy to a horrible and painful death!" Catelyn is so angry she can't keep her feelings hidden anymore, "I had begged the Seven to kill that poor boy, my nephew, in a moment of weakness, all because I was jealous of his mother, who is the reason why he has the Northern Features, not you!" Ned can't help but look down in shame, "When did you plan on telling me? I thought I had earned your trust all these years now!"
"You had, but I couldn't bring myself to tell you because I feared you wouldn't believe me…" Ned says, "There is also the fact you hate the boy to the point you'd have your gods kill him out of nothing but jealousy…"
"I admit that I gave into a moment of weakness because I could not stand the shame any longer… However, when I saw how this boy was suffering because of my plea to the Seven Gods, I had begged the Seven to let him live… And it seems they and the Old Gods had not only decided that I was worthy of a second chance at being a mother to Jon Snow, but also decided to reveal the truth to me by guiding me here at this moment."
Ned looks at her and nods as he looks to Maester Luwin, but then the three of them hear something, the sound of music coming from Jon's room, to which Lord Eddard knocks on the door, and the sound of a lute continues. "Come in…" Jon says, his voice different, to which Lord Eddard Stark enters with Lady Catelyn and Maester Luwin, who look in amazement as Jon plays an instrument that none of them had seen before, a lute of some kind, and plays it like that of a master. Jon shows respect by placing the lute against the wall and rising from his bed to bow to Lord Eddard Stark. "Lord Eddard, Lady Catelyn…"
"Jon… Are you alright…?" Lord Eddard asks, hopeful.
"I am, my lord…" Jon says, "Though, I am feeling unsettled…"
"You met your parents, didn't you?"
"I did… Mother wanted me to thank you for protecting me and keeping your word, but she also wants to, and I quote, "kick your ass as soon as you get to the other side for making my boy suffer as he did"." Jon says, Lady Catelyn wanting to say something, but then hears chuckling as tears run down his cheeks.
"She would say that…" Ned says, smiling as he wipes his eyes. "And your father?"
"He said he apologized for the misunderstanding that lead to the Rebellion… And that he wished that you had been there for their wedding…" Jon says. Ned nods, but then Lady Catelyn steps forward.
"Jon… I'm sorry for the way I have treated you through the years…"
"I had overheard, you just found out about my parentage, although you hadn't heard who my father's name is, have you?"
"No… I have not…"
"Then I shall tell you who I really am…" He looks at Catelyn in the eyes. "I am the Trueborn Son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark… My real name… Is Prince Aemon Targaryen…"
"Aemon Targaryen…" Catelyn says, stunned, but then looks at Jon, "You have more you wish to say…?"
"Yes…" Jon says, then he embraces his aunt, who is stunned, "I forgive you…!"
"Jon…" She says, to which she crumbles and embraces her nephew, crying. Jon smiles at her.
Winterfell, Morning of the 7th of Hearthfire, 290 AC
3 Years have passed, and Jon smiles as he sits down in the Dining Hall with his family, but also with his father's two Wards, Theon Greyjoy, and Samwell Tarly. Two years ago, after he had been legitimized and Bran had been born, rumors spread South of the Neck about Jon having awoken stronger from the Pox, and having defeated even Ser Rodrick Cassel in a one-on-one match with nothing but his fists. This news quickly spread throughout the Seven Kingdoms, and Jon quickly became famous, but when others attempted to ask him how he did it, Jon simply changed the subject to something that was even more interesting. Much to everyone's surprise, Jon prefers peaceful pursuits such as writing stories and reading books, or even playing his lute over fighting, but he does train hard during the times he is supposed to be so that he has enough strength to defend himself. When asked about it, he simply explained, "A Strong Soul dwells within a Strong Mind and a Strong Body…" Informing those who wished to become like him had to be both Smart and Strong to succeed in life, and this way of thinking got the attention of one Lord of Horn Hill.
It was not long after that moment that Lord Eddard Stark had received a letter from Lord Randyll Tarly:
"To Lord Eddard of House Stark
I, Randyll of House Tarly of Horn Hill, humbly request that you take on my eldest son, Samwell, as a Squire… I am at my wits end with the boy, he is soft, a coward, and pursues the hobbies of a woman. You may not like what I am saying, but I do not believe that Samwell has any claim to my Title until he shows himself to be a Man of Action, rather than a Man of Words. I have heard your boy, Jon Stark, your legitimized bastard, is the perfect balance of my son and my ideals for him, if you and your son could make a man out of him, I would forever be in your debt. I do not like to beg, but I am afraid I must in this case: Please take on Samwell as your Ward and I shall be forever in your debt.
For we are the First in Battle,
Lord Randyll of House Tarly"
This led to Ned fostering Samwell Tarly just after Rickon was born and before the Greyjoy Rebellion broke out, and while Sam was often bullied by other children for being fat, Jon often came to his aid. Almost immediately, the two of them became friends, and Jon would quickly begin to help Samwell. As Randyll would have wanted, Jon helped Sam become more athletic, if not to be a warrior, to at least get his father off his back, he would tell Samwell the quote he had created and would even help Sam realize that while Training for Combat may not be what he wants, if he has no means to defend himself or his friends, then they will die. One of their conversations was as follows:
"Jon…" Samwell says, gasping from a workout they had just finished, "Why are we… Even doing this…? My father… Will never approve… Of my hobbies…"
"You have a strong mind, Sam…" Jon says, panting a bit. "However, a Strong Mind requiresa Strong Body to defend it, and a Strong Soul to help it pursue it's goals…" He smiles at Sam, "I know you told me that the one of the biggest desires you have is to become a Maester… So you can pursue your desires of learning…" Jon hands Sam a waterskin, to which the young man drinks. "However… If I were king, I would ensure that the Maesters have a means to defend themselves… There have been times in history where invaders have killed the Maesters of a Castle…" Jon explains, "Thus prompting the need to replace the previous Maester." He looks to Sam, and sits next to him, "Besides… You may not realize it, but I see you reading books about warfare, you may not want to be on the frontlines, but…" That is when Jon gets an idea… "Wait here, I'll be right back!" Jon rushes off as fast as he can.
"Jon?" Sam asks, to which, several minutes later, Jon returns with a board and specially made pieces, chess pieces. "What is this?"
"It's Chess! It's an old game developed by the Valyrians that would help their military minds train in the way of strategy, allowing them to picture their opponent's next moves, both in the game, and from the map of a battlefield!" Jon says, handing Samwell a book, "This is the Rulebook! It took me weeks to understand it all… Can you do better?"
"Hmmm…" Sam says, looking at it, "I think I can memorize this in ten minutes…!" After said time limit, the two of them play, with Maester Luwin watching them, and soon they gather a crowd, and Jon, being the best chess player in Winterfell, is shocked when Sam beats him on his first attempt.
"You… You beat me!" Jon says, shocked. "I knew you had an eye for strategy!"
"B-Beginner's Luck!" Samwell says, to which he hold up his hands. "Another game, and I'll prove i got lucky!"
"Alright…!" Jon says, smirking as the two go for a total of ten games, and each time, Sam wins, and with each loss, Jon's decisions are faster, and more precise, only Sam still beats him. "I knew it! You may not be good when it comes to direct combat, but you're a genius when it comes to strategy, Sam!"
"I honestly don't know what to say…!" Sam says.
"It is no small feat that you beat Lord Jon…!" Maester Luwin says, "Lord Eddard held the previous title as the best player in the North, and Jon beat him ten times in a row, but now you've defeated Jon in the same manner, only in a single day!" Sam looks at the Maester, stunned, but Jon is just smiling at his friend, "I believe we have unlocked your secret talent, you just need to train your body to be healthier, and you will be able to protect that gift of yours!"
"I… I see…" Samwell says.
After that day, Samwell took his physical training seriously, to the point he was no longer overweight or teased, but many women wanted him, and despite being physically fit now, he still found time to pursue his normal hobbies of reading and learning, whilst expanding his knowledge of strategy through chess.
Not more than a year later, Lord Eddard rode off to the Greyjoy Rebellion, and came back with a Hostage-Ward, Theon Greyjoy, however, Jon could sense the rage and frustration in the child, and thus, he taunted him into fighting him, which, much to his surprise, Lady Catelyn allowed, stopping her Lord Husband from interfering. The two of them had clashed fists against one another for several minutes before he beat Theon, and when he did, he had Theon pinned, who was breathing hard at that point:
"Feeling better?" Jon asked Theon, who looked at him with shock. "I know the feeling of pent up anger and frustration at your situation, and as such, I know what it is like to want to just scream and shout at your situation, but everyone will judge you if you so much as even whisper against it." Jon gets off of Theon and offers the boy a hand up, "If you ever need someone to help you vent your anger and frustrations, I will help you if I have any time to do so, Theon…" Theon looked at him stunned, and after that, he joined Jon and Samwell, and quickly the three of them became very close friends, in which Samwell would offer suggestions on how the Ironborn could continue the Old Ways if they modified how they operated, from reaving and sacking villages along the coasts, to acting as part of the Navy of the Seven Kingdoms, or Privateers, raiders for hire, in which they not only could be paid in gold and food to reave and sack, but also gain a portion of the loot they gained as part of their work. This thought intrigued Theon as it would allow them to continue the Old Way whilst not turning Robert Baratheon's Wrath against them a second time.
"Still you would need proof of the contract to ensure that your people have been officially hired to make their attacks against their specified targets." Samwell explained, "Having it go through government approval may be difficult though…"
"Well well, Tarly, you're rather smart!" Theon said, to which Jon smiled at this.
After this the three friends were often training together… Jon cannot help but smile as he records all of this in his memoirs, and smirks as he thinks how he considers them like brothers as well. However he remembers that the time is soon upon him, and he must now start looking for Alduin, and now… It's time he asked for his inheritance from his parents…
Lord Eddard smiles as he finishes his work for the day, but before he can decide to relax, there is a knock on his door. "Enter!" Lord Eddard says, in which he sees Jon enter the room, bowing. "Jon?"
"Uncle…" Jon says, never using their true family connection unless it was truly serious. "Lord Eddard Stark… I… I would like my inheritance from my mother and father…" Jon is a bit nervous, hoping that Lord Eddard would not say "no" but he is prepared for it, if it comes down to it.
"Jon… There is something you want from it… Isn't there?" Lord Eddard asks, knowing his nephew like the back of his hand.
"Yes, Uncle… If my father had left a Dragon Egg with my inheritance, I would like to have it…" Jon says, speaking truthfully.
"You wish to hatch it, do you not?"
"Yes…" Jon says, "If I hatch it, then I can only hope that the True Tongue will be enough to help me tame it…" Lord Eddard looks at his Nephew, and knows the boy wouldn't say such things if he didn't have confidence in himself, the fear that he can sense from Jon is likely that coming from him denying his request. In all honesty, he should outright refuse, at least for the next 2 years, Jon is only 9 years at this time… However… There is something he needs to clarify…
"How do you intend to tame this dragon?"
"I am Blood of the Dragon, Uncle, and even if my dragon is stubborn and won't listen to me… I have two spells that the True Tongue grants me that can punish my dragon for anything he does, or force him to obey me… They are known as Dragonrend and Bend Will… I can use these to great effect against Dragons…" Lord Eddard thinks and thinks, but then brings out a Gold Dragon with the mark of the Mad King on it, one of the last ones still out there today. "Uncle?"
"I hold onto this in case where Honor and Cunning both provide arguments that seem to clash but also work together… The Mad King is on one side, and a Dragon is on the other… On the Mad King, you will be denied your inheritance until 294 AC… On the Dragon, you will receive your inheritance on your upcoming Nameday, and you will take full responsibility for the crimes of your Dragon if your spells cannot control him."
"Deal…" Jon says, smiling, this being better than he hoped for, and something he could understand, leaving it in the hands of the Gods. The man and child stand an arm's length apart as Lord Eddard holds the coin in his hand, and prepares to flip it, breathing in. "Remember… The Mad King, you wait 4 more years… Tails, you receive your inheritance on your next Nameday…"
"May the Old Gods be fair with their decision." Jon says, whispering a prayer to Nocturnal, Lady of Luck. Lord Eddard flips the coin into the air, and Jon waits as time seems to slow down, and he knows that if it isn't his mind playing tricks on him, he'd think that somebody had used the Slow Time Shout to draw out the torture for him. The coin soon reaches the zenith of it's momentum, and then slowly, ever so slowly it descends, flipping over and over again as it slowly descends towards the ground, before striking the earth, bouncing slightly and flipping once more before it finally rests, and the image is plain for all to see… The Results are…
Winterfell Crypts, Evening of the 23rd of First Seed, 294
Jon walks close behind his Uncle Ned as their entire family makes their way down into the Crypts of Winterfell to witness this moment, in which Jon is a bit nervous, hoping that Alduin's Egg had not turned to stone. The Lord of Winterfell leads them to a sarcophagus, one heavily covered in dust as Ned gently places the torch on a mounting to hold it, before wiping off the dust, to which Jon covers a hand over his mouth, seeing the Dragon Sigil of House Targaryen. "That's the Sigil of House Targaryen!" Robb says, "Father, how could you let one of those monsters be buried with our ancestors, and next to Aunt Lyanna!?"
"Because it was the right thing to do, for this Targaryen was a member of our family… Through Marriage…" Lord Eddard says to Robb, to which the children look at Lord Eddard, shocked, while Lady Catelyn looks down at her two year old infant, Rickon. "I have something to tell you all, something important…" He lowers his eyes, but then looks at them again, "Jon is not my son by blood, the rumors about him being born of my first love, Ashara Dayne, were all lies… Lies meant to protect your adopted brother, Jon, who is, in truth, your cousin…"
"Lies…" Robb says, shocked as he hears this. "Father, how could you lie to us?"
"Robb, think about it for a moment…" Sansa says, "If Father hadn't lied about Jon, then…" Sansa is on the verge of tears but she does her best to keep it together, "Then King Robert would have executed him…"
"I…" Arya says, "I don't care…! Jon is still our brother, in blood if not by blood!" Jon looks at his favorite sister and smiles happily as he sheds a tear.
"Thank you, Arya…" Jon says, wiping away the tears.
"I agree…" Robb says, calming down. "Wait does that mean that Jon is…?"
"The Rightful Heir to the Seven Kingdoms!" Arya says, her eyes sparkling a bit at the notion, "That means Jon can be a Dragon Rider!"
"And that is why we are here…" Lord Eddard says, slowly opening the Sarcophagus and then reveals a mummified corpse inside, with few, but noticeable, strands of silver hair left.
"Father…" Jon says, walking up to his father's corpse, despite the gaping wound still being there from Robert's warhammer. The young targaryen sheds tears as he places his hand on his father's mummified cheek, sniffing a bit as he can't believe how brutally Robert had killed him, "I will find Aunt Daenerys and defend her with my life, Father… I promise…" Ned stays silent for a moment as he allows his nephew to share a moment with his father's corpse before slowly reaching into the gaping hole in Rhaegar's chest, slowly removing a large black Dragon Egg from within, Jon gasps as he looks at the egg, 'Alduin! So this is where you've been!' From what he can see, the egg hasn't turned to stone, more than likely his father's remaining spiritual energy has been keeping the egg alive. Ned gently passes the egg to Jon, who gently holds it in his arms, and then gives his siblings a chance to touch and examine it, most of them amazed.
However, that is not all there is, as Ned slowly walks over to Lyanna's Sarcophagus, and slowly opens it, revealing Lyanna's Mummified Corpse inside, Jon walking over to his mother as he allows Arya to hold Alduin's egg while he goes to see his mother. "Mother…" Jon says, running his hand along his dead mother's cheek, smiling at her. "Thank you for bringing me into this world…" Ned smiles at his adopted son and then slowly reaches into the sarcophagus and reveals that hidden beside his mother is a sword, one which the gem in both sides of it's hilt begins to glow, and Jon's eyes are shocked as he recognizes that blade. "Is that…?"
"It's original guard, pommel, and grip were destroyed by the bitter cold in which it was found, and I had to hire a smith from Qohor to reforge it, to hide it's appearance from the world…" Lord Eddard explains as he brings out the a Valyrian Steel sword with a circular cross guard and pommel, also made of Valyrian Steel, whilst having a grip of Dragonbone, in which both the pommel and gemstone have crystals set into it, pure white crystals, in which reflect the light around it, glowing brilliantly. Jon draws the sword from it's Dragonbone and Weirwood Scabbard, and reveals the seven fullers that run along the length of the blade, the central fuller being the widest of them, and the blade being formed of a Valyrian Steel that is black and silver to behold, and as the light touches the gemstones, the fullers glow with heat, and Jon smiles as he holds the blade in his hands. "It's former name was Dark Sister, but now… Thanks to the Blessing of the Old God, Meridia, Lady of Light and Life… She has renamed the sword Dawnbreaker…"
"Dawnbreaker…" Jon says, holding the sword in his hand, smiling, Arya drawing close to the sword, her eyes almost glistening with awe. Smiling at his sister, Jon gently takes Alduin's Egg from her and let's his sister hold the legendary sword in her hand, and while she can't hold it up, she has the control not to let the edge strike the sarcophagus, as not to mar it. The young girl smiles as she holds the sword in her hands and then carefully, though with some difficulty, returns the blade to it's scabbard. Jon smiles as he takes both the blade and his egg.
Outside of Winterfell, One Hour Later…
Jon rides out with his family towards an open space in near Winterfell as several servants bring bundles of wood as everyone begins to build a pyre, Jon helping to build it as Oil is carefully poured onto the Oil, whilst an old and dying hound of the Starks is brought. Jon smiles as he pets the old hound, thanking him for his friendship and service, before giving the beast his last meal, his family saying goodbye, the poison euthanizing the hound, putting it to sleep. They then gently place the hound's body on the pyre next to the egg. "Today is a great day, for now… I will hatch a dragon from it's egg, and the Seven Kingdoms shall bear witness to an ancient legend coming to life…" Jon says as he draws Dawnbreaker, and then stabs the blade into a trail of oil onto the ground, the blade igniting it upon contact.
The Flames follow the oil and ignite the wood and sticks, creating a blaze, but as the blaze touches the Dragon Egg, the flames turn black as white spirits flames dance around the black, and Jon steps forward with a smile on his face. "Alduin, dii wuth hokoron, tiid lost bo! Zu'u lost kept dii kaat, ful fent mu gon? (Alduin, my old enemy, the time has come! I have kept my promise, so shall we begin?" Jon breathes deeply, "SLEN! TIID-VO! (Flesh, Time, Undo)" With a resonating sound of thunder, everyone sees the black and silver flames erupt from Jon's mouth as he shouts these three words in the True Tongue at the pyre, causing the flames to erupt higher before rapidly fading away, to reveal a large Dragon's Skeleton the size of a horse pull itself forward.
"Fos kuz hi ful lingrah, Dovahkiin? Zu'u naram voprem fah hi wah bel zey! (What took you so long, Dovahkiin? I was growing impatient for you to summon me!)" The Dragon says as ashes gather onto the skeleton, revealing glistening black scales like finely polished obsidian, with bright crimson red eyes… And From what Jon can estimate, Alduin is 8ft from the tip of his nose to the base of his tail, with his tail being 12ft long from base to tip, and his wingspan being about 30ft, whilst standing, at the withers, 6ft tall. Jon smiles as he looks at his future partner and approaches the Dragon, who snarls at him, but does not attack him. Alduin doesn't know why, but whatever has become of the Dovahkiin in this form, his presence calms his rage, and eases his mind, as if everything in this world seems less dangerous, less… Complicated…
"Drem Yol Lok… Alduin…"
Author's Note: Phew! I finally got the remake of the Prologue Done! I hope you guys like the changes I did! Hopefully things will turn out better… I'll explain a few of the changes at a later date, for now though be sure to leave a Review, Follow and Favorite both myself and this story! Catch you on the Flipside! DOV-AH-KIIN!