Author's Note: Hello everyone! I hope you're doing great! Now before we begin, I got a review from Nsydian that some of you were having trouble keeping track of time, well the truth is, Game of Thrones is only recorded in years, and has no calender in which I can use to help track time, so I'm going to use the Skyrim Calender to keep track of the months, which are as follows, and i shall give real world equivalents to help you keep track:

Morning Star (January)

Sun's Dawn (February)

First Seed (March)

Rain's Hand (April)

Second Seed (May)

Mid Year (June)

Sun's Height (July)

Last Seed (August)

Hearthfire (September)

Frost Fall (October)

Sun's Dusk (November)

Evening Star (December)

I will also be using our real world months to keep track of both the days of the week, and the number of the day for each month. So for example Sun's Dawn last day will be Sun's Dawn the 28th. In any case, for those who are curious, about how Paarthurnax, Odahviing, and Durnehviir are going to mate with Daenerys's Dragons, as most consider them "male", as are the three just mentioned, well I have a way around that. Did you know that Flatworms actually fight for the right to be the Father when it comes to mating pairs? Yeah, it's true! I'm going to have it that dragons possess both reproductive organs of males and females, but the "mother" of the eggs is decided by a duel to determine which dragon gets to be the "Father", and if times are scarce for potential mates, dragons can also fertilize their own eggs to create more potential "mothers" to breed with in the future. Anyway that solves those two dilemmas for now, and as for what I have planned for Viserys, let's just say a Silver Tongue and a Power Hungry fool will make the perfect combination!

One Last Note, for the measurements of Durnehviir, Odahviing, and Paarthurnax, I will be using the math done by bridge4 on Youtube when he did measurements of Season 7 Drogon's entire proportions, in which he has it that a dragon's tail is about 1.5x the combined length of his head, neck, and body (From shoulders to tail base), while the wingspan (including shoulder width) is 3.5x the total length of the body from nose tip to tail base

Now let us begin the chapter! Catch you on the Flipside! DOV-AH-KIIN!

Chapter 1: Zu'u Qahnaarin

Tuesday, 30th of First Seed, 297 AC

"Daenerys!" Viserys says, marching through the Manser of Illyrio Mopatis. It has only been 3 days since they came into Illyrio's care, and now they have received a message from the North, one Illyrio had explained bore the Sigil of House Targaryen upon it. Daenerys is currently staring out at the sea, and pondering her life as she hears her brother approach, "Ah there you are!"

"Viserys…" She says, looking at her brother, "What is it?"

"I have fantastic news to share with you…!" Viserys says, handing her a message. "Go on, read it!"

To My Uncle and Aunt hidden in Essos,

I know you may not believe this, but I have been hidden by Northern Allies for the better part of 16 years, ten years earlier I was told of my heritage. My name is Aemon Targaryen, I am the son of Rhaegar Targaryen and his wife, Lyanna! I can't explain everything fully in this letter, but know that I am coming to Essos to find you both, and I've three hatched dragons with me! I warn you, I take from my mother's side of the family, and it has served me well in keeping me hidden and protected… In any case, I will be arriving in Essos within a fortnight at the earliest, so please know that I shall be in Pentos soon. Please be safe until I come for you!

Winter is Coming with Fire and Blood,

Aemon Targaryen, formerly known as Jon Snow

Daenerys places her hand against her mouth, shedding tears of joy, looking at the words upon this letter, the young woman gently handing it back to her brother. "Viserys, is it true that he is coming?"

"Isn't it magnificent?" Viserys asks, "Our nephew has three dragons hatched from eggs, and now he's coming to us! It seems the Dogs of the Usurper didn't turn against us of their own free will after all and they truly respect their King!" He smirks wickedly, "Now we need to prepare for our nephew's arrival, and you will need to look your best!"

"Yes…" Daenerys says, though she is happy, she can see the madness in his eyes, and hopes that this Aemon isn't like her brother, the fear of it being so gripping her heart. Meanwhile, on the ship that has left White Harbor on the 23rd, his nameday, Jon sits in the Crow's Nest, feeling the wind flow through his hair as he thinks about the days he spent on the Northern Maiden, traveling to Solstheim, and he smells the salt of the sea air, the only thing that is the missing is the scent of volcanic ash. Jon reminices about Solstheim, the snow, the volcanic ash, and the just altogether different feel of it… That island was the closest thing he was ever going to get to Morrowind, and he was happy about that, but he also remembers Miraak, his original Predecessor… If only he had been able to save him from both Hermaeus Mora and his own Madness… That is when a screeching sound breaks him out of his brooding when he sees Odahviing pass overhead, diving down towards the sea and grabbing hold of a large fish, burning it with his shout and then eating it whole.

Due to these dragons having the souls of Demigods, they are aging much faster than what would be normal for Dragons in this world, add to the fact that they were the last dragon eggs to have ever been laid and had not turned become fossilized, they had an advantage over dragons hatched from Stone Eggs. That's his theory at the least, but he knows he can figure that out later… "Dovahkiin!" Odahviing says as he lands upon the railing of the Crow's Nest, "Nii lost kosaan prii zud sul, vir pogaas lingrahiik erei mu hiiv himdah? (It has been nearly seven days, how much longer until we reach land)"

"Ahst jok vorey zud sul… (At least another Sennight)" Jon explains.

"Vust hi ni brah faal Thu'um ful tol mu aal kos vos wah ofaal wah himdah dasiik? (Could you not use the Thu'um so that we may be able to get to land sooner)" Odahviing asks.

"I could, but it may terrify the crew…" Jon says as he stands up and climbs down to the deck.

"Jon Snow…!" The Captain says, stepping forward.

"Yes?" Jon asks.

"Could you explain to me again how you obtained these dragons?"

"I hatched them myself…!" Jon explains.

"How is that possible?"

"I suppose my mother had Valyrian Blood in her, I am not sure…" Jon says, "However, with the dragons I hatched, I had discovered abilities that I could use…!"

"What kind of abilities?"

"Well, do you know how the Targaryens were said to be highly fire resistant?" Jon asks.

"Yes, I do, most do…"

"Well, my mother passed onto me a power from her family… Now I need to ask, do you wish to reach Pentos faster?"

"How would you be able to achieve that?"

"Simple…" Jon says as he stands behind the helm, "By Shouting…"

"How is speaking loudly going to help us reach Pentos faster?"

"Leave that to me…" Jon says, as he begins to inhale slowly, his dragon brothers flying around him before landing beside him. "FUS RO-DAH!" Jon shouts alongside his dragons, all of them generating ferocious winds, from their voices, startling the crew and causing the sails to become engorged with wind as they are carried faster than with the natural wind itself.

"Amazing!" The Captain says, "H-how did you do that?"

"I was born with this gift, but as far as I know, it can be taught to anyone, but it takes years and years to actually master… I only mastered it so fast because I was born a genius in the art, in comparison to those who came before me…" Jon explains, not boasting, but being as honest as he can without revealing too much.

"Amazing!"

"It truly is, and I discovered this form of magic years ago, but it does come with it's own set of drawbacks…" Jon explains, "However, I can divulge that another time!" He tests the winds generated by the shout and does some math in his mind, discerning that within a few short days, they should arrive if he shouts again once every few hours. Paarthurnax takes perch atop the Crow's Nest, looking out at the world around them, whilst Durnehviir just finds a comfortable spot on deck and decides to rest, conserving his strength… Who could blame him, honestly, he is not used to having fully functional flesh and blood anymore, so every movement is exhausting for him, and as this new flesh was mortal, and not the immortal vessel he was used to, he had to submit to it's limits. Meanwhile, Odahviing remains upon the wing, gliding upon the air currents as he enjoys the air above him. Looking carefully at each of his dragons, in just a sennight their bodies have rapidly aged from the size of small cats (Think Singapura Cats) to that of large dogs (Think Great Danes), and as he had theorized earlier, it is likely due to their eggs not having turned to stone and to their souls being that of the Immortal Children of Akatosh, so their growth is naturally being accelerated.

Due to this, Jon, due to the inner mage from his days at the College of Winterhold, has been taking careful measurements of his three dragons, though the Odahviing is always hesitant about this, mostly due to what Farengar did to him the first time he was examined by a mage, and the pain that followed, nearly leading him to burning down Dragonsreach because of the pain. That aside, Jon has managed to carefully measure that, as they grow, a dragon's combined head and neck are the same lengths of their bodies, the tail is threefold the length of the body, and the wingspan, with the shoulder width included, are about sevenfold the length of the body, though when adjusting for combining the head, neck, and body, those multipliers change to 1.5 times and 3.5 times respectively. Aside from that, the measurements he had made to each of the dragons showed they were all of equal size, standing at 3ft at the shoulder, with their bodies, from the tip of their snouts to the base of their tails, being about 4ft long, whilst their tails are 6ft long, and their wingspan, in total, is 14ft.

In any case, Jon decides to put this to rest in his mind, and continues with using his Thu'um to accelerate the ship as fast as they are able to without destroying the sails or the mast. He can't help but feel a rush of excitement as he thinks about seeing his family from his father's side of the family, and his desire to connect with them. He just has to wait and see what the future holds.

Wednesday, 6th of Rain's Hand, 297 AC

On the dawn of the last day of the Fortnight since he had left Winterfell, Pentos comes into view as Jon wakes up, and does his best to make himself presentable for his Aunt and Uncle, but something in the pit of his stomach tells him, as well as his instincts as a Dovah, tell him that he needs to be rid of his uncle, one way or another, to protect his Aunt… He takes out a blade and walks to a basin of water… "Yol…" he whispers, sending fire into the cold water and heating it as the magic entered the water, then gently placed a rag in the water before lying back and placing against his face. As he let's the hot water soften the hairs on his face, he thinks back to Ysolda, his wife in his previous life…

She had been the first friend he had made during the days he first came to Skyrim, having been a Nord born in Cyrodil, he had never once seen his homeland, and the day his parents died, he decided to start fresh and go to Skyrim… It just had to be his rotten luck that he blundered into an Imperial Ambush, get put on the Headsman's Block under false charges, and then meet his mortal foe for the first time. It was just one stroke of bad luck after the other as he not only braved the depths of Deep Falls Barrow, discovered the Thu'um for the first time, and made his way to Whiterun to warn the Jarl of the Dragons… After discovering he was the Dragonborn, he had wanted to just buy a house and just relax for a few days, only problem was that he wasn't well known enough to be granted a place to live…

He had to work with people around town, helping to solve the problems that they couldn't on their own, and the hardest of them was Ysolda… He wasn't going to lie to himself and say she was a piece of work, she was a beautiful woman, no doubt about that, and ambitious too, wanting to own an inn of her own. However, a Mammoth's Tusk was certainly a tall order, especially since he was a green swordsman at the time who knew nothing about the creatures of skyrim… However, he managed to actually nab himself one, but it wasn't easy, and it cost him all of the gold he had saved up to buy arrows to not only guide the giants and mammoths to a battle ground of his choosing, but also to buy the potions necessary to keep himself alive long enough to collect his due. Once it was over, even while using his techniques to draw the giants and mammoths to a place where he could defeat them, he would find the gold that Ysolda would give him was only a third of what he spent! Not only that, he would nearly tear his hair out once he realized there was a bandit camp just north of Whiterun that had several mammoth tusks harvested already.

Despite that, he would often come back to Whiterun to talk with Ysolda, help her achieve her dream of becoming the owner of the Bannered Mare, and even become a successful owner. However, later on, he would discover a darker side of her when he happened upon giant camp that surrounded something called the Sleeping Tree, and he would discover the body of an Orc Adventurer who had gone to collect some of the Sap from the tree, and return it to Ysolda for some coin. However, when he returned to the woman and provided her the documentation, as well as proof that her helper had died, while she seemed unphased, she was shedding tears the whole time as she held the sap in her hands. He would find out later that night that the Orc, named Ulag, was actually a friend of hers, one who was known to help the Khajiit during their trades and protect those close to her. He would stay with her through the night, letting her mourn for the death of her friend and associate, in which she would later fall asleep in his arms.

Afterwards, he would ask Ysolda why Sleeping Tree Sap was something she was looking to selling, which she revealed that it temporarily grants the one who ingests it increased vitality, numbs the pain from one's wounds, and can even save the lives of those on death's door by giving them more of a chance to recover. However it did come with side-effects, as it had hallucinogenic properties, making one's vision blurry and tinting everything a shade of purple, but it also caused one to experience lethargy. Despite the side-effects, it was a sought after medicine, by both medical professionals and the military itself, and Ysolda wanted to monopolize on that desire, however, she hadn't anticipated that Ulag would get himself killed. Despite this, Jon had fallen deeper in love with her, not because of her virtues and beauty, but also her faults… She was willing to bear the responsibility of Ulag's death, but she still wanted to sell the Sap, though she didn't know if there was a way to get people in without making the Giant's aggressive. However, that was when Jon remembered something from a man with a cow painted with symbols, and had told her of the offerings that farmers made to the Giants in exchange for being left alone, and that these offerings did work.

To test out his thesis, he purchased a cow himself and painted it with the same symbols and went to the Giant Camp, and through developing a form sign language with the Giants of the Camp, he was able to harvest the Sleeping Tree Sap 10 times before needing to make another offering, and it was fortunate as the tree only produced sap once every 3 days, which made things so much easier. After this… He decided to take a chance and asked her to marry him, and when she said yes, he was beyond happy, and spent the better part of the next year to be able to build Lakeview Manor, a homestead that, though Ysolda often complained about how it was out in the wild, she would often come in contact with the Khajiit Trading Caravans and Groups of Hunters to sell her wares to them, and she would earn more than what she would call "a cozy little profit".

After the defeat of Alduin, and after the Healers revealed that he was incapable of producing children due to the injuries he had suffered, he and Ysolda would adopt Lucia and Blaise after somebody had killed Grelod the Kind, and they would be a very happy family for the better part of five years, living peacefully in their homestead until the Vampires of Castle Volkihar, came… His adventures would start again, but when it was over, when he was finished dealing with the Vampires, he would barely arrive home in time to save Lucia and Blaise from the last of the Volkihar Vampires who came for revenge. He would learn, however, of Ysolda being kidnapped and taken to tomb called Rannveig's Fast. He made his way to the ancient tomb, and in his fervor, fell into the trap of the vampires, and broke every pick he had trying to break free of the lock, slowly watching as Ysolda was slowly tortured, raped, and then finally murdered before his very eyes. His last lock pick broke him free of the cage, and Jon had gone on a rampage killing the vampire, only to return to Ysolda's cold corpse, holding her close as he wept, begging her to come back…

Jon woke up from his reminiscing as he pulled the rag off his face and began to shape himself with a dagger, and as he remembers his wife, he sheds tears… 'If I ever fall in love again… I won't let her suffer your fate, beloved Ysolda… And if the Gods had seen fit to bring you back to me… I won't let anything ever happen to you again…' Jon swears, by the Old Gods, the New, and the Gods of Vus, especially Shor, who had given him this second chance. 'I love you, Ysolda… I always will…' Once he has shaved his face and properly trimmed and combed his hair, he then goes to set about dressing himself in his finest clothes, ones his father had made for him in secret, with a Targaryen Cloak along with a Stark Gorget to reveal his pride in his two houses.

The ship soon makes landfall as Jon finally makes his way onto the streets of Pentos, and looks around, his Dragons soaring in the air high above, hoping to stay out of sight of those who might try to capture them and possibly sell them, however, they do intend to descend when Jon calls for them… However, a few days previously… Jon had explained to his draconic brothers that Shor had declared that, since he had brought the destruction of Vus and had sherked his duty as the Dragonborn, he needed a new name… When he told them of the name he had suggested, Vurmirthur (Valor-Allegiance-Overlord), they had not agreed that it would fit, especially after he had attempted to choose a name that sound similar to that of a Dovah in this world… However, an epiphany came when Durnehviir remembered the three words that made up the title of Vanquisher… Qah-Naar-In (Armor-Summit-Master) and in doing so, they changed the title of Qahnaarin into Jon's Dovahfaan, his Dragon Name: The Armored Master of the Summit. This name was, after the Dragons had recollected their moments inside Jon's body as Dovahkiin, how his Dragon Aspect had transformed to become more like a spectral armor and extension of his dragon soul. Paarthurnax also pointed out that Jon had taken Alduin's place as the World Eater, so the other meaning of Vanquisher was also appropriate as well, in which his name now had two different meanings.

In any case, Jon walks the streets of Pentos, asking directions to Illyrio Mopatis's Manse, his nerves building as he walks towards the location, in which he notices the Unsullied standing guard over the manse, in which Jon's knowledge of this world reminds him that these men are slaves, forced into their line of work, and he can only feel pity for the poor bastards, hoping that one day he can do something for them and those like them. Once he reveals who he is, he is allowed through and is greeted by a very fat man dressed in fine garments for his size. "Welcome Aemon Targaryen, it seems your letter spoke the truth, you do look the part of a Westerosi of the North!"

"Aye, it is true, I am part Northerner, and it has kept me safe these past several years!" Jon says, bowing to the man slightly, showing his respect. "If you don't mind, I would very much like to meet with my Aunt and Uncle, I know they are expecting me!"

"Of course!" Illyrio says, leading the way into his manse, in which he finds that, standing before him are two people, both with silver hair, and beautiful purple eyes, though the man's is filled with madness, and the woman's eyes widen in shock. For Daenerys, she is stunned at the appearance of her Nephew, whom does have what she heard is the "Northern Look" about him, however, she can absolutely sense the Dragon Blood in him from where she is standing, her blood running hot as her eyes watch him. Jon's hair has been combed and tied back to make him look more presentable, whilst he is dressed in fine clothes that were made by the best tailors in the North, and with a Targaryen Cloak draped over his shoulders, whilst bearing a Direwolf Gorget over his chest and body, revealing to them his pride in his two houses, and how he carries himself, it's both with confidence and with strength. "Prince Aemon Targaryen, formerly known by his Shield Name of Jon Snow, please allow me to introduce Prince Viserys Targaryen, and Princess Daenerys Targaryen!" When Jon's eyes land upon her, he has to use all of his willpower to keep himself from gasping… His aunt looks just like Ysolda, only with longer hair, white-gold hair, violet eyes, and fair, beautiful skin, her beauty bordering on rivalling Dibella's.

"Drem Yol Lok…!" Jon says, trying to keep himself calm as he looks at them.

"Greetings, nephew!" Viserys says, walking foward with false warmth, and Jon can feel it in his bones that this is only a farce for Viserys. "It is truly heartening to know that my brother's son is still alive!"

"Thank you, Uncle…" Jon says, looking at him.

"Now tell me, what lies have the Usurper's dogs to-!"

"FUS!" Jon says, sending Viserys back.

"Faan dii bormah Dok ontzos, ahrk Zu'u fen luv hi wah sus malur! (Call my father a Dog again, and I will tear you to bloody pieces)" Jon warns, shouting in Dovahzul, but to both Viserys and Daenerys, it sounds like High Valyrian. "I will not warn you again…"

"You dare strike me!?" Viserys says, drawing his sword in anger, charging at Jon.

"ZUN! HAAL-VIIK!" Jon shouts loudly, sending a burst of air at Viserys that knocks the sword from his hand and over the edge of the cliff. "Don't test me, Uncle… I won't warn you a second time…!"

"My Prince, you can use magic?" Illyrio asks, astonished.

"I can…!" Jon says, "Those were only minor effects i can use with the form of magic I have… I can even breathe fire and ice if I so choose to…!"

"What!?" Viserys shouts, glaring at Jon, "How can you do that!?"

"I'm not about to tell you!" Jon says, glaring at Viserys, but then he takes a breath to calm down. "In any case, I have had a long trip to get here, and I would very much like to rest before we sit down to get to know one another…"

"You are right…" Viserys says, snarling as he tries to contain his anger, but then they hear a screeching, to which Odahviing dives down, his talons extended as he pins Viserys down, roaring loudly in his face, whilst Durnehviir and Paarthurnax land next to him, snarling. "D-Dragons!"

"That is right, i told you they were in hiding, but since you threatened me, they came to my defense…"

"Give me one!" Viserys says, "I am you King! You will do as I command!"

"Niid!" Odahviing says, to which Viserys looks at the Dragon in shock, Daenerys only watching in awe and disbelief. "My only master is that of Qahnaarin! You are nothing more than a lowly worm pretending to be a Dovah!"

"A Talking Dragon?" Daenerys asks, shocked.

"Drem Yol Lok Kulaas - Greetings Princess! I am Paarthurnax!" The Gold Dragon says, "If you can understand us, then it is true that there was a race in this world who was of Dovahsos - Dragonblood!"

"Humph…" Durnehviir says.

"Wh-who are you?" Daenerys asks, shocked, looking at Jon.

"I am your nephew, Aemon Targaryen…!" Jon says, smiling, "Though I think we should save the conversation for later…"

"Allow me to show you to your chambers, Prince Aemon!" Illyrio says, to which his dragons begin to take off into the air, while Daenerys follows behind. Viserys, picking himself up off the ground only glares at the Northern Half-breed as he clenches his fist in anger… All of this should be his, not some low-life half-breed…

Hours later, when it is time for Lunch, Jon sits at the table with Viserys, Daenerys, and Illyrio, who all but the Prince begin asking Jon questions on what he is able to do, how he was raised, and how he managed to stay out of sight of the Usurper. However, eventually, Paarthurnax flies in and walks over to Jon, and begins speaking in a tongue that Daenerys doesn't recognize, and Jon responds in kind, to which the dragon nods. "Uhm… Aemon… What was that language in which you spoke with your dragon?"

"That was Dovahzul, or Dragon Tongue as it is known… It is the Language of the Dragons themselves, and it is how I utilize my magic!" Jon explains.

"How does simply speaking another language create magic such as the one you used on Prince Viserys previously?" Illyrio asks.

"It is rather complicated to explain, but I will try to simplify it as best as I can…" Jon explains, "So how to begin? Do you know how music is formed of many different instruments played together in harmony? And how a singer is able to bring forth a greater meaning to the song with lyrics that match the tune?"

"Yes…"

"Well imagine that everything in the world is like that… Imagine that this fork that I hold in my hand has it's own song, and the knife a completely unique song of it's own…" Jon thinks carefully… He then brings a slice of meat towards him and gently cuts a slice off the meat, "And each song has it's own unique function to the world… However… If you introduce your own lyrics into the song…" He brings the fork and knife to his lips, whispering words that are barely audible, but Daenerys can hear him clearly, "Su… Grah-Dun…!" They then see something spiralling around the fork and knife, and then Jon begins to cut the remainder of the meat on his plate at a speed one would think impossible. "You can temporarily alter the world itself… Such as allowing you to cut things at a speed normally beyond your normal limits!"

"So if I am to understand this…" Daenerys says, "You're introducing your own lyrics into the Song of the World?"

"That is correct!" Jon says, "However, these effects do not last forever, as eventually the world will seek to restore it's Melody and Harmony, and eventually reject the Lyrics you introduce into it's perfectly planned song…" Jon then shows them that the swirling currents fade, "Eventually the world will return to as it once was, and unless what you had done was too great for the earth to bear all at once, nothing will change…"

"It is the very essence of the Fus - Force, Meditation…" Paarthurnax says, walking around behind Daenerys and Viserys, "For as you push against the world, so does the world push back, and that is why when a Dovah uses the Thu'um it needs to push harder than the World pushes back for the meaning of the lyrics to disrupt the Harmony…"

"So if we had enough force of will, we could cause a great many things to happen?" Daenerys asks.

"Force of Will, Meditation on the Rotmulaag - The Words of Power, and years of practice and training…!" Paarthurnax says. "Qahnaarin - Aemon is able to do such things because he was born with a natural talent for the Way of the Voice than most Joore - Mortals are able to…"

"Well then, I want to learn how to use these Words of Power!" Viserys says, "Then I'll be able to take my throne back easily, and I will be able to burn all of our enemies to ashes…!"

"I FORBID IT!" Jon says, standing up, glaring at Viserys, "What you speak of as madness, and if you intend to burn all of our enemies without reason or care, you're just as bad as Grandfather Aerys!"

"Lies!" Viserys shouts, "You weren't born early enough to know father's glory! You've been raised by the Usurper's Dogs and-!"

"FUS! RO!" Jon says, throwing Viserys into the Wall with his words, the food and dishes being thrown with them as Daenerys covers her face from the burst of wind. "This is your final warning, Viserys, call Ned Stark a Dog one more time… And I will not hesitate to use full force on you…!" Viserys is now visibly trembling as he looks at Jon, who glares at him furiously, but then calms down, "I've lost my appetite…" He walks out of the room and heads to a place where he can be alone, to calm himself, and think. Viserys leaves, completely terrified as he tries to understand what had just happened, and the servants move quickly to clean up the mess as Daenerys goes to her spot to overlook the sea. Moments pass and she sees the Golden Dragon fly down and perch itself upon the balcony, looking at her.

"Drem Yol Lok… What troubles you, Kulaas?"

"Oh sorry… I am…" Daenerys says, "I am just so confused… I am honestly happy to finally meet Aemon, but it seems with this power of his, he is much more terrifying than Viserys ever was!"

"Do not be afraid, child… Qahnaarin is not one to let his rahgot - his anger control him so easily… It is only in defense of the honor of those he loves that he let's his anger push him forward…" Paarthurnax says, "I am sure you could understand this, it is in your blood as well, stifled as it may be…"

"I don't want to become like my brother… I… I just want to go home…"

"Home is wherever you make it, Kulaas… You have the Power to do so… But Power is Inert without action and choice…!" Paarthurnax advises her, "You can take a stand against your brother as I had in my previous life, and you will prevail if you can find the strength to do so…"

"Thank you…" Daenerys says, gently petting Paarthurnax's head, the dovah purring to the feel of her hand. "Though I must ask, what did you mean by past life?"

"Niid Tiid… It is not time for you to know that, but when it is, Qahnaarin will tell you himself…!" Paarthurnax explains, "But I will say this, you will find no better friend, or mate, than him…" The Dragon says before turning around to fly away.

"Princess?" Illyrio Mopatis asks, looking to the Targaryen Princess. "Were you just speaking to that dragon?"

"Yes… Strange as it was… It had many wise words to give me…" Daenerys says. "Is there something I can do for you Magister?"

"Actually, i think there is something I can do for you…" Illyrio says, gesturing for the girl to follow her, as he leads her to a room where he has a chest brought before her, and it is slowly opened, revealing three dragon eggs inside. "Dragon's Eggs, Daenerys, from the Shadowlands Beyond Asshai! I do not know how Aemon managed to hatch his Dragon Eggs, but if you are able to talk to him to find out how he did, perhaps you will have a court of dragons all your own…!"

"Thank you, Magister…!" Daenerys says, stunned as she picks up one of the eggs, gently holding it in her hands as she gazes upon it. She then sets it back in the chest and smiles, "Please don't tell my brother about this… If Aemon tells him how to hatch them…"

"Your secret is safe with me, Princess!" Illyrio says, smiling. With Jon, he is sitting in meditation as he tries to ease the storm in his mind, and feels the anger course through his veins. He sits outside the manse, sitting upon a cliff as he breathes slowly, attempting to calm his rage.

"FUS! RO-DAH!" He shouts, sending a burst of force and the sound of thunder in time with a rather large wave, scattering the water back into the sea. His rage cooled somewhat upon the unleashing of his Thu'um, and he breathes again, knowing that if he lets his rage get the better of him, something terrible will happen… However, he has warned Viserys twice already about talking ill about Lord Eddard, and he knows that the next time he calls the Silent Wolf will be the last warning he will give, for he won't hesitate to burn him to ashes, consequences be damned. However, he hears light footsteps making their way towards him, they are human, and the scent of oils reaches his nostrils. "You would make a fine assassin if you were lighter on your feet, Aunt Daenerys…!"

"Wh-what?" Daenerys asks.

"No offense intended, but I almost didn't hear you approaching…!" Jon explains, "If your footsteps were any lighter, I wouldn't have been able to hear you at all?"

"I couldn't take a life, even if I wanted to…" Daenerys says, "I am a coward…"

"Daenerys, you're a dragon that has yet to understand the power within her…" Jon says, smiling. "Would you like to hear a story?"

"What kind of story?"

"A story about one who was like me, yet not of this world…" Jon says, to which Daenerys feels curiosity set into her as she takes a seat upon the rocks as for the next few hours, Jon tells her the story of Dovahkiin, how he had left his hometown to start anew, fell in love, became a hero, but after the cruel world had taken everything from him, he caused his world to burn after giving up. "However, that was not the end of it, for Dovahkiin, although Mortal, survived, something he did not want… However, the Gods knew they had caused this to their greatest creation, and as such, decided to make things right… And so they chose to bring him into a new life in a new world… However, he could no longer call himself Dovahkiin, for his duty was done… He instead chose the name Qahnaarin…"

"Qahnaarin?" Daenerys asks.

"It means Vanquisher… But when broken into it's individual parts it means "Armor-Summit-Master" or, as a more direct translation "Armored King of the Summit"..."

"You're…"

"I was…" Jon says, looking at her. "I let my mind fall into despair, grief, and madness after I lost everything and everyone dear to me…" Jon says, "That is why I am so aggressive, I can still feel the insanity clawing at my mind whenever I get angry, and I can hear Sheogorath laughing when I lose my temper…" However, that is when Jon feels Daenerys put her hand on his, and he looks at her stunned, to which the woman smiles at him, sadly, and shedding tears for him.

"You became like my brother… But now you fight to regain your sanity and honor… I can't think of a better person than you…" Daenerys says.

"Well as Paarthurnax once said before he died… "Which is better, to be born good, or overcome your evil nature with great effort"?" Jon says, to which the Golden Dragon can't help but smirk as his adopted son has taken his lessons to heart. The dovah flies away as Jon looms at her, smiling, "Would you like a name in Dovahzul?"

"Why would you give me one?" Daenerys asks.

"I gave them to all of my closest friends and allies, and if there were too many people for me to keep track of their names, I'd give their organization a Dovahzul name as well!" Jon explains, "Besides… I want to give you one… You've earned my respect for listening to my story and for not calling me a monster…" Daenerys smiles as she looks at him, feeling a bond forged between them.

"I would be honored to carry a name in Dovahzul…" Daenerys says, to which Jon smiles and then begins to think as he looks at her and remembers part of her past he knows, and then he smiles as he figures out the Rotmulaag that will make up her name.

"Strun… (Storm)" He whispers the first word as it carves into the stone at his feet… "Nah… (Fury)" The second word takes form, "Kiin… (Born)" Jon smiles, "Born of the Storm's Fury…"

"Strunnahkiin…" Daenerys says, repeating it to herself as she feels a connection form with that name. "What was your wife's name… If I may ask…"

"Ysolda's name?" Jon asks, but then smiles "Her name was…" he sheds tears as he remembers calling her name as she lie dead in his arms, "Ulovsil…"

"What does that mean?"

"Eternally-Trust-Heart…" Jon says, "I didn't realize it at first, but during my adventures with Serana into the Forgotten Vale, when I battled the dragons Naaslaarum and Voslaarum… After I had killed one of them, the other knocked me aside and tried in vain to wake the other up, and when I had absorbed the dragon's soul, it roared in pain and said those same words to it's fallen companion, before turning it's rage on me…" Jon looks at the sky, "I would later ask Paarthurnax about it, with Ysolda, and we would find out that it was a Thu'um that the two dragons had created, and he equated it to the human phrase "I love you". It was rather embarrassing once I realized what I had done, but it only brought us closer."

"Would you be able to say those words again to another person?" Daenerys asks, the majority of her out of curiosity, but the smallest, miniscule part of her hopes beyond hope that it might be told to her.

"Maybe one day… If I find a woman who can stir my heart as Ysolda did… But she will always be my first…" Jon says, looking up, shedding tears, to which the Princess, newly named Strunnahkiin, gently pulls Qahnaarin to her and comforts him in her arms, looking at him as she feels his pain… She doesn't know what it is like to lose a lover, she has never felt familial love, let alone romantic love, but she knows the one thing she can do now is to offer him a shoulder to cry him, as it appears he never had time to mourn her, with all that appears to had happened, and with one bad situation after another driving him to the breaking point. She knows that, one day, she will be able to help heal this heartbroken dragon, and hopefully, one day, he will say those words to her…

Ulovsil…

Author's Note: PHEW! I managed to get it done! Thank the Nine…! Anyway, there are a few other things that I didn't cover earlier that came up while I was working on this chapter…! First off, I had found a Youtube Video that will act as the Perfect Intro for each of these chapters, and starting next chapter, I will cue this song after each Author's Note, before the Chapter Title. This song is known as "Game of Throns + Skyrim MASHUP" by Jonathan Young, and so be sure that after you read every Author's Note before the Chapter Title, please look up this song so you can get an opening of sorts! Secondly, I'm actually planning on something good for Dany's Dragons, but the only thing I'm going to spoil right now is that "Viserion" and "Rhaegal" are not going to be their signature colors in the show or books, but also, thanks to exposure to Durnehviir, Odahviing, and Paarthurnax, Dany will now be able to talk to them. Finally, If any of you guys know any artists, or are artists, then I am making a request/contest for this story's pic! The Image I'm looking for: Jon Snow in Skyrim's Dragonscale Armor (without the helmet) with a Bastard Sword sized Bloodskal Blade in his hands while sitting on the Iron Throne. Send your pics to 23traves , along with your Fanfiction Profile Name, and the winner will not only get mentioned in the chapter after the Pic has been posted for the story, but also, they will win these prizes:

-A One-Shot in the Dragon of the North Universe of their Request, within reason! (I retain the right to haggle!)

-Their Choice of a Pairing, or a Character (From either Skyrim, Game of Thrones, or A Song of Ice and Fire), of your choice! (If you have multiple characters or pairings, give me a list and I'll choose the one that I think will be best for the story)

And

-A Sneak Peek into the Future of this story!

When the Winner is Announced, I will contact them via Private Message on Fanfiction or Gmail as soon as I am able to! Now one last thing about this contest, when I give you the last prize, you must swear a Vow of Silence! I will be giving the winner one or more spoilers at my own discretion, and if these get out, it will ruin what I have planned, and I swear to the Old Gods, the New, and to the Nine Divines I will quit working on this story! This is your First, Last, and Only Warning! Well in any case, the Contest Ends on the 4th of July, and I wish you all the best of luck, and be sure to take your time, I want Quality over Quantity! Anyway, I think that is enough out of me! I'll catch you on the Flipside! DOV-AH-KIIN!