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Chapter 2: Nivahriin Vith

Friday, 4th of Sun's Height, 297 AC

"Is it true what you say?" Viserys asks, looking at Jon, his eyes bulging as if they were about to burst from his skull. "There is a way to turn me into an actual Dragon?"

"Why yes, Uncle! It wasn't easy to get my hands on this information, but I managed to do so!" Jon says, smiling as he looks at his uncle Viserys, though he hides a malicious glint in his eyes, not that the Mad Prince notices anyway. Daenerys is doing her best to keep herself from smiling, pretending to look absolutely horrified…

'Yes… So far so good…' Daenerys thinks, keeping up the act as best as she can.

"So how is it done?" Viserys asks.

"I found out it was an ancient Blood Ritual that our ancestors used to use in times of desperation, as the transformation was permanent, and one mistake could result in the one partaking in it to lose their memories for good…" Jon explains, putting forward the downsides first, "What I learned is that the ritual entails a Valyrian willingly burning themselves alive in order to hatch one or more dragon eggs, in which the strongest of the hatchlings present would be the Valyrian's new vessel…" Jon explains, "However, it would certainly take years for the dragons to grow to the appropriate size, but if done correctly, they would rapidly age as my dragons have!" He looks outside to reveal that now, after just a few short months, Odahviing, Paarthurnax, and Durnehviir, are now the size of horses from the tip of their noses to the base of their tails, strong enough to ride if carefully done. "But that would also mean shortening the Dragon's Lifespan…"

"Hmmm…" Viserys is intrigued as he looks at Jon, who does his best to keep a calm face. "What are the details of this ritual?"

"Simply put, Uncle, is that you need to willingly burn yourself alive in order to transfer your soul into a dragon egg, after that, everything will be up to you. However, your chances of success depend on whether you are willing to enter the fire whilst conscious, thus enduring the pain as your flesh burns away, or you are unconscious and feel no pain at all…" Jon explains, "The details are murky at best, but from what I understand, if you are conscious while you burn and you fight through the pain, the stronger your dragon vessel shall be…"

"And the opposite is true if I burn while I am unconscious…?"

"Yes, Uncle…" Jon says, the Mad Prince grinning as he runs his fingers across his chin, the madness evident in his eyes.

"Alright then… I will do it!" Viserys says, "It may take years for me to reach the height of my greatness, but if it means i will become the most powerful being in this world, then I will endure any pain!" Viserys says, laughing maniacally, to which Jon nods, and raises his glass of wine.

"To Viserys Targaryen, the Dragon Reborn,.." Jon says, keeping the mocking tone under his breath. "How soon do you wish for it to be done?"

"My Nameday is within a sennight, so I think then would be perfect!" Viserys says, smiling wickedly as he goes to plot the destruction of his enemies. Jon walks outside with a smile on his face, everything was going to plan as it was. Over the past few months, Qahnaarin has been living with Daenerys and Viserys, and what he has learned has only set his blood to boil, for he has learned of Viserys's plan to marry off Daenerys to a Lord of the Dothraki named Khal Drogo, in exchange for the use of his Khalasar, and not only that, Viserys has been attempting to marry Jon off to some other powerful nobles behind his back as well, which only earned Viserys a good couple of shouts to the face, and very humble apologies to the houses he had attempted to sway into helping him. He also reminds Viserys that since he is the son of Rhaegar, he has a greater claim to the throne than his uncle, and that what he is doing is actually treason, and that as the rightful king of the seven kingdoms, he is in his rights to execute Viserys for his treachery.

However, almost a week ago, Daenerys proposed the crazy plan they are going through, and he can honestly say he is proud of his aunt for thinking of something that just might work. They are planning to trick Viserys into being executed willingly, while at the same time, hatching Daenerys's Dragon Eggs, which were intended to be her wedding gift for if she were to marry Khal Drogo. Speaking of the Khal, Jon had a plan for the bastard, but he was months away from Pentos at the very least, and he has been learning to speak Dothraki, in which he has a plan that involves all the Khals of the Dothraki Sea, however, that is months away, and now he needs to focus on the now. Outside, in the Gardens, Jon measures out Durnehviir, the reborn dragon resting from a flight he had recently taken… Despite his great strength, as Jon has to constantly remind himself, Durnehviir was stuck as an undead creature in the Soul Cairn for thousands of years, and as such his body was stuck in a state of eternal decay, and his new mortal body, while it is living flesh, is not as strong as his former shell, so he tires quickly in comparison to Odahviing and Paarthurnax, however, Durnehviir is comfortable being on the ground anyway.

Jon carefully measures Durnehviir, and since he and his zeymahzin - his companions have been growing at equal rates, their measurements are only just centimeters apart from one another. However, as he measures, Durnehviir, and by extension Odahviing and Paarthurnax, is about 8ft long from the tip of his nose to the base of his tail, in which his tail is about 12ft from base to tip, and his wingspan is about 28ft, to which Jon smiles as he pets Durnehviir, the dragon purring as he lies there. "Thank you for being so cooperative, Durnehviir!"

"It is my pleasure, Qahnaarin…!" Durnehviir explains, "You ask for such small things, almost trivial, but given how you were also a Kro - a Mage as well as a Kendov - a Warrior, this is merely for your own curiosity…!" Jon smiles and then lies back as he looks at the sky, wondering where the Bloodskal Blade, the Jagged Crown, and the Windcaller Horn could be, he knows it's pointless to think about it, but he can't help but let his mind wander to them. However, he smiles as he hears the soft, quiet feet of Daenerys as she walks over to Jon, smiling at him. "Drem Yol Lok, Strunnahkiin!"

"Drem Yol Lok, Durnehviir!" Daenerys says. Over the past few months, Jon has been teaching her how to speak Dovahzul, and she has proven to be a much greater master at it than Jon was as Dovahkiin, in fact, it's almost second nature for her to learn new languages, and he has even taught her how to write it as well. "Qahnaarin, it seems your plan is going over more smoothly than I believed it would!"

"Well my experience with mad men, though in my case a Mad God, has taught me how they think, to a degree…!" Jon says, smiling, "Hell, you already know I'm mad myself, I just have enough grip on my sanity to fight against it!" He then hears a servant approaching and they look at the two of them nervously. "Your Grace, a message has arrived for you…!" She gently hands the letter to Jon, who opens it to read that there is a message from Lord Eddard Stark.

To my dear son, Jon Snow,

I hope you are doing well for yourself… Everyone here in Winterfell misses you, even after I had revealed the truth of your heritage to my wife and your siblings, Arya was the fastest to accept it, even saying "Whether in blood or by blood, he's my brother". I was so proud of her when I heard her say this, and I can only guess how elated you feel hearing of this. I also have heard rumors about one Aemon Targaryen making himself known to the Targaryen Children, and that he has 3 dragons that are growing rapidly, you wouldn't happen to know of who that might be, would you? In any case, I have something coming for you, someone had come to Winterfell after you left and asked for you, and presented it to me… I will leave an illustration with this letter to see if you might recognize it. I hope to hear from you soon, my precious son…

Your loving Father,

Lord Eddard of House Stark

Jon smiles as he reads this and then gently turns the paper to reveal the illustration of the sword that his father had been given and was sending to him. Upon looking at it, there is no question what the weapon is, the Bloodskal Blade, albeit in a new form… This sword, while it retained its blood red blade, it now had the profile of a Bastard Sword, nothing like the greatswords he wielded in his previous life. He can also tell that the blade appears to be made out of a blood red and obsidian black variation of Valyrian Steel, and is serrated in appearance, almost reminiscent of the three pairs of spikes along the blade it had previously. However, the hilt was completely different from what he remembers, as it instead of the shell-esque guard, it now has a quillion, oddly enough, shaped like in a similar manner to that of Alduin's sickle-shaped horns, with a red stone set into the center of each side of the guard. The grip retains the helical pattern of the grip it had previously, whilst it's pommel is a red gemstone, cut into the shape of an orb whilst held by the claw of a dragon.

Jon can't help but smile, whoever this person was, they seem to have known where and what the Bloodskal Blade was, and set out to look for him, but then that begs the question, who could possibly know of him…?

Meanwhile, in King's Landing...

"Any news on that new Targaryen that has showed up!?" Robert shouts at his Master of Whispers, Varys, "I want answers!"

"Your grace, from what my birds have been able to tell me, is that this Targaryen, despite his namesake, was born to look like the people of the region he was born to, but it seems that whenever he goes out in public he wears hooded clothes to hide his appearance…" Varys says, "Whoever this man is, whether he be Targaryen or just claiming the name, he is much smarter than he appears to be…!"

"DAMMIT!" Robert says, slamming his hand on the table. "And what of the Beggar Prince and his Whore Sister!?"

"From what I have been able to gather, this new Targaryen actually seems to be bonding with Daenerys Targaryen, and is actually terrorizing Viserys… It seems he is rather protective of the girl, and is even teaching her a language that will allow her to speak with this new Targaryen without any of us understanding it…" Varys explains to King Robert.

"Seven Hells!" Robert says, growling. "When will these Targaryens just die!?"

"In due time, your grace, I've my Little Birds watching them day and night, but I've more news to bring, it appears that Viserys has been attempting to marry off this new nephew of his and his sister to powerful houses to try and secure himself an army… One of the Dothraki, the other to purchase Unsullied from Astapor."

"And has he succeeded?"

"From what the songs tell me, this new Targaryen, Aemon, has managed to break many of these supposed arrangements because Viserys went behind his back, and has not only brokered peace with these houses who were being manipulated by, what Aemon calls him, the Mad Prince, but also has even built relationships with these Houses of Pentos by creating gifts from the fire of his dragons and working metal to apologize to these houses and remunerate them for Viserys' manipulations."

"Ha! A Targaryen calling his own kin mad!" Renly says, "That's a first!"

"There is also one more lyric to the song I heard earlier…" Varys says, "It appears that this child is the Son of Rhaegar Targaryen…"

"WHAT!?" Robert shouts angrily, "But how!?"

"I do not know, but my theory is that Rhaegar may have had twin sons with Elia Martel, and knowing his father would try to corrupt one of the boys, sent the youngest, Aemon, away with those he knew would protect him, whilst keeping his heir, Aegon, close." Varys says, looking at Robert Baratheon. "Though as I had said, it is only a theory… I have no concrete evidence to prove it…"

"Dammit dammit dammit!" Robert shouts, angrily, having had enough of this. "I'm done with this talking, how are we going to deal with these bastards!?"

"If we send assassins, that will solve all of our problems!" Renly says.

"I have already tried that…" Lord Petyr Baelish says, "Whoever this Aemon is, he is smart, and was able to not only pick off my assassins, but he led them to a place where he would have the advantage in fighting them, and sent their heads back to me this morning…" Robert looks shocked at this, "And I had hired the Faceless Men of Bravos to do so, it appears he has experience with assassins as well, and knows how to deal with them." From above them, in the rafters, a bat watches them, it's eyes connected to a woman hidden on the roof of the tallest tower in the Red Keep.

'If only you knew, Milkdrinker…'

"Then it appears we will have to go for a more subtle approach…" Lord Varys says, "Poison perhaps?"

"No…" Robert says, looking down, "If assassins won't work, then poison most likely won't… Whoever this man is, he is far too smart for his own good, I am sure he will be expecting that type of approach…"

"Then what do you propose we do, your grace?" Stannis asks, biting back the bile.

"For now, and as much as it makes me want to vomit to say it, we bide our time and keep a close eye on this bastard… One day he will make a mistake, and when the Eunuch's Little Birds find out what it is, we use that to our advantage…" He looks to Lord Varys, "I leave it up to you, Spider…"

"Of course, your grace!" Varys says, keeping a neutral face, and once the Small Council is dismissed, Varys makes his way to where the Dragon Skulls are located, where he meets someone dressed in black, hooded robes. "It seems you were right, they do not suspect he has any sort of formal training with assassins…"

"Good… I cannot let them learn about his abilities too soon…" The hooded figure says, her voice being that of a woman's.

"Though I must ask, how do you know of this Aemon, and what is your connection to him?" Varys asks.

"I was once someone very dear to his heart… And while I no longer live… I cannot bear the thought of him being unprepared in this world…" She pulls her hood back slightly to reveal her glowing eyes, "He mourned my "death" and it was the first of many things that drove him mad…"

"So he is a mad prince?"

"He is, technically, however, by some miracle, he has begun to recover his sanity…" She says, "I can never be with him again, even after the thousands of years i've waited for him…"

"Thousands of years, Miss…?"

"Yes… I arrived on this world earlier than his soul did… And I've survived for thousands of years beyond counting, waiting patiently for him to return to me… However, as I am now… I don't think I can look at him…"

"And why is that…?"

"I'm a Vampire… He hunted my kind with a passion to the brink of extinction after I was "killed"..." The woman says, looking at Varys with eyes filled with sorrow and pain. "However, I will see my husband rise to the Throne if I can…"

"Husband? So he is already married?"

"He was…" The woman says, gently running her fingers along a band upon her finger… "The day I died, our vows ended… Once I died, everything fell apart…"

"Forgive me… But You said you are a Vampire? What does that entail?"

"I was infected with a rare strain of the vampirism disease, one that is far more powerful than the strain common from where I was from…" The woman says, "I was infected two days before my husband came for me… On the third morning, my infection was complete, but I was too tired and weak when he finished his rescue, and I was presumed dead… However, after I was buried… I rose from the grave as a blood devouring undead… I quickly searched for my husband, but by the time I had found him, he had lost everything precious to him, our adopted children, all of his friends and allies to traitors and monsters… He destroyed the world we lived in out of grief and despair… I would've died and been sent to Coldharbor had the Gods not saved me, and changed my Vampirism so that I would not be the servant of Molag Bal…"

"I cannot comprehend everything you're telling me, but if your condition is due to a disease, how is it cured?"

"The method to cure a fully turned vampire has been lost… However, I now embrace my dark nature, all for the sake of my husband… And I will continue to do so, watching him from afar…" She says.

"Why not join him…? He must miss you greatly…!"

"I know he does… However, I cannot bring myself to speak with him… He was a Vampire Hunter… I'm too afraid to even let him say anything to me now…" She says, looking to Varys, "If you truly wish to help the people, keep me informed, I must do what I can to help him…"

"Of course… And if you manage to talk to Aemon, then I hope you can ensure that he does not fall down the same path he did once before…"

"I won't let him walk down that path again…" Ysolda says, "You have my word…" She then erupts into a swarm of bats and vanishes. "Good luck, Spider…"

An hour later, In the Halls of King's Landing, Ser Jaime Lannister and Ser Barristan Selmy walk down the halls, only for a woman to appear out of a swarm of bats. "Just the men I have been looking for…"

"Who are you?" Ser Barristan Selmy says, taking hold of his sword.

"Be still…" She says, her nails glowing, "I mean you no harm, but I will not hesitate to fight should you threaten me…"

"And how can we trust you?" Jaime asks

"Because I know who you truly are, Jaime Lannister…" She says, "I know everything about you, including how you willingly broke your vows to save this entire city from the Mad King…"

"What…?" Jaime asks, his voice barely a whisper at that, but Barristan looks to Jaime, shocked.

"What do you know…?" Ser Barristan Selmy asks, looking at the woman.

"I know a great many things… I have been in this world for over a thousand years… I know things beyond your comprehension, but know this… Jaime Lannister, though he is marked as the Kingslayer, he chose to wear that moniker, for if he didn't, all of King's Landing would be burning by Wildfyre…"

"How do you know this?"

"I saw everything the Mad King Prepared…" The Woman says, "I also know that you, Ser Barristan Selmy, do not wish to be part of Robert's Kingsguard due to how he had killed the man you swore your sword to…."

"It is true, but my vows are for life…"

"Then I can offer you a chance to renew your vows to the proper King, if you decide to do it… And you, Kingslayer, I can offer you a chance at redemption, if you are willing to forsake everything here…"

"I…" Jaime says, hesitating…

"You need not answer right away, and whatever you decide, I shall not hold it against you… Know this though, if you raise your sword against my love, then I will not hesitate to eat you alive…" She says, baring her fangs as her eyes glow, revealing the red hair hidden beneath her hood. "I will be back in a Sennight… Have your answers ready by then…" She vanishes in a burst of bats once more, and flies away making her way south to Dorne.

Concurrently, in Winterfell

Sansa is running her finger across the design of the Wolf Ring that Jon had left her… How terribly she had treated him when he had been nothing but kind to her all their lives. He even made this ring so she may be able to protect herself in times of need, a gift she couldn't comprehend how much work Jon had put into the crafting of this little trinket. Now that she knows of his true heritage, she can't help but feel a deep hatred and loathing for Robert Baratheon, who murdered her Uncle Rhaegar, who eloped with her Aunt Lyanna, a romantic story that ended in their tragic deaths. Putting it on her finger, Sansa walks through the halls of Winterfell to meet her mother, who is in the Sept, and sees she is praying, so the girl remains silent and listens. "Forgive me, Seven, for I have committed a great crime against you… I had broken an oath I had made to you 10 years ago out of spite and hatred to an innocent boy for a crime he, nor the one who claimed him as his son, didn't commit. I know that it is too late for me to change what I had done, but please… Protect the boy… Let him find happiness in this world, happiness I so wrongfully took from him…"…"

Sansa listens to her mother, but clenches a fist as she looks at the woman in front of her, knowing that she too is guilty of such hostility towards Jon, her eyes drifting to the ring on her finger, and she gently runs her fingers over it. However, her resolve strengthens as she looks at it again with a smile on her face, her cousin, her brother by choice, had left her something to protect her, and now, she can do something to make up for the pain he caused him… She won't stop until she redeems herself...

Sunspear, Dorne, Monday, 7th of Sun's Height, 297 AC

With his Paramor, Ellaria Sand, Oberyn Martel lies naked as several prostitutes lie around them, satisfied, only for someone to walk in. "Oh? Another lady, seeking my company?"

"If by company, you mean for a conversation, then yes…" The woman says, "Prince Oberyn Martel, we have much to discuss…"

"And what is there to discuss, my lady?"

"I know you were present for the Annulment of your sister and Prince Rhaegar's marriage, as well as being one of the willing witnesses to his marriage to Lyanna Stark…" She says, looking at him, to which Oberyn looks at her, shock evident on his face. "I also know that you seek justice for Elia's murder…"

"That last one everyone knows…"

"Oh but do you know that it wasn't just the mountain who murdered Elia and her children?"

"Tywin Lannister ordered it, I know!"

"But do you know who brutally stabbed little Rhaenys half a hundred times?" The woman asks, "It was another Lannister dog, named Amory Lorch, his sigil being the Manticore…"

"How does nobody know this?" Oberyn says, his blood growing hot.

"Tywin Lannister hid the truth and placed all the glory in the Mountain's hands…" The woman says, "The Starks were also against Robert Baratheon and tried to have Tywin arrested for what he did, so if you forged an alliance with him, you may be able to receive the justice you desperately long for, when my husband reclaims the throne…"

"Reclaims…?" The Red Viper asks, "You mean…!?"

"You can thank Princess Lyanna's Northern Blood… It saved his life…" The woman says, looking at Oberyn with a smile as the man sighs in relief and sheds tears of joy. He remembers the day of that wedding and how Lyanna had boldly requested that Oberyn protect her child should anything happen to her… His heart fluttered at that moment and when he had heard of Lyanna's death, he feared the worst for the Prince, and cried himself to sleep that night, giving into his weakness just once. Now he knows the boy he was supposed to foster is alive and well and has been protected by his Northern Heritage… Then the pieces fit into place… "Ned Stark you beautiful, beautiful bastard…" Oberyn says, smiling "The Silent Wolf indeed!"

"Will you join my husband when he takes the throne?"

"Only if I know your name and see your face…" Oberyn requests, to which Ysolda looks at him, stunned, but she smirks and slowly removes her hood. Oberyn can't believe his eyes as he sees a woman who is beautiful beyond comparison, with pale skin, hair as red as blood, and glowing red eyes that pierce into his soul, whilst her full red lips barely hide the fangs in her mouth.

"I can't tell you my name as a human lest I be exposed too early… So I will give you one to associate me with…" The woman says, "You may call me…"

The Red Keep, King's Landing, Crownlands, Thursday, 10th of Sun's Height, 297 AC

Varys meets with Lord Barristan Selmy and Jaime Lannister as they make their way to the Hall of the Dragon Skulls beneath the Red Keep, in which the Hooded Woman from before stands before the skull of Balerion the Black Dread. "Have you made your decision?" The woman asks, her glowing red eyes glowing as she looks at the men before her, Lord Varys taking a few steps back as he watches what is going on. Lord Commander Barristan Selmy takes a breath but Jaime Lannister steps forward first.

"Tell me who is the one you wish for us to serve before we tell you…?"

"My husband… Aemon Targaryen, Trueborn Son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark…" The woman says, "And long ago, before this life, I was his wife, when he was known by the name Dovahkiin… I will not divulge my true name…" She pulls back her hood to reveal a woman whose face is of beauty beyond comparison, and when she opens her cloak, she reveals she is a Priestess of R'hllor, the Lord of Light. She can be described as slender, graceful, and rather tall, with brilliant red hair, her unsettling red eyes glowing with a malevolent light, and with pale skin that has few blemishes about it, her full red lips hiding the fangs in her mouth. She has rather large breasts for a woman of her size, with an hourglass figure, and wide hips, with a long flowing blood red gown, but they can see that around her neck, the symbol of the Lord of Light is different, instead of a burning heart, they see a large crimson gemstone upon a golden amulet with 8 smaller gemstones surrounding it. "But you may know me as… Melisandre…"

Concurrently, The Rocky Shores Outside Pentos, Late Afternoon

Qahnaarin smiles as he gets the last pile bit of wood set up as the servants prepare Viserys Nameday Feast, in which Jon had helped cook. 'I have to thank the Gourmet's recipe book for teaching me all what I know about cooking… Though I wonder… What race was the Gourmet? Perhaps in another life, had I decided to stay with the Dark Brotherhood, I would've known…' Jon thinks, and then he shrugs it off as he thinks about how this plan is going smoothly… But that is when his mind flashes back to the times he made love to Ysolda, her red hair down as she lied in their bed, the heat of their bodies keeping themselves warm during the coldest months of Winter, and the many attempts they had tried to become parents, only to learn from a healer that he could not give his wife the children she so desperately wanted. He learned in Sovngarde that Akatosh had made him sterile, due to the fact that Jon's gift could be passed on to his children, and he did not want a repeat of what happened to Miraak, a Dragonborn going mad with power like Alduin had, and nearly destroying the world in the process.

He remembers when Ysolda found out about it, she was crushed, wanting so desperately to be a mother, that he did the next best thing, he adopted children from around Skyrim, and the tears of joy on Ysolda's face were just a gift and a half… However, Jon forces himself to stop thinking about her, as he doesn't know if Ysolda is even here on Mundos… And if she is… Is she even alive? He pours oil on the wood as he removes the thoughts from his mind, and Daenerys walks over to him, "Strunnahkiin…"

"Qahnaarin… Pah los nuk! Mu vis gon ahst naan tiid! (Everything is ready! We can begin at any time!)"

"Pruzah drehlaan, Strunnahkiin! kip los prii nuk ol pruzah, kosil vogaan getiid, mu fent gon! (Well done, Strunnahkiin! The Food is almost ready as well! Within a few moments, we shall begin!)" Jon says, speaking to Daenerys in Dovahzul, his aunt having developed her ability to speak full sentences at a time now. Once all the preparations are made, everyone of Illyrio's Inner Circle within Pentos comes to celebrate Visery's Nameday, in which gifts are given to the Mad Prince, though Jon had explained to them in private meetings that these gifts are only meant to be a display. Viserys is laughing as he drinks and eats without a care in the world, unbeknownst to him, Daenerys and Jon are carefully watching him as they eat slowly, enjoying their food and ignoring his antics.

"Ah! It is good to be alive!" Viserys says, to which Jon gives him a smirk as he knows what is going to happen. "Nephew! Sing for us!"

"EH!?" Jon asks, shocked.

"I've heard you sing before, Nephew, and you have an excellent voice, so why don't you sing us a song?" Viserys asks, to which Jon blushes bright red as he hadn't realized that Viserys had been listening to him the times he was taking his baths and singing to himself, or at least that is what he thought. Daenerys gives Jon a worried look, seeing how beat red her nephew had gotten, but Jon had stood up and walked around the table, wanting to get Viserys back for this, but his Inner Bard didn't like being openly called out like this, to which Jon looks through the instrument and smiles as he finds a lute, and then brings a chair as he sits down, tunes it slightly, and then begins to strum the strings, silencing everyone as he thinks of a song to match the festive tune, and then smirks as one comes to mind.

Our Hero, our hero... Claims a warrior's heart…

I tell you, I tell you… The Dragonborn Comes…

With a Voice wielding Power over the Ancient Northern Art…

Believe, Believe… The Dragonborn Comes…

It's an end to the evil of all of our foes…

Beware, Beware… The Dragonborn Comes…

For the Darkness has Passed, and the Legend yet Grows…

You'll know, you'll know… The Dragonborn's Come…

Jon then begins to vocalize as he continues to strums, and other instruments start playing in time with his strums, but then suddenly there are voices upon the wind that can be heard, many voices, a chorus upon the winds as Jon changes his style of strumming to a different tune, the voices getting louder as Jon vocalizes with them, singing loudly as the others join him.

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!

Jon stands up as he begins to dance with his strumming, the other instrumentalists playing with him, almost as if they instinctively know of his next move, and they sing with him as well.

Huzrah Nu~, Kul do O~d,

Wah aan Bo~k, lingrah vo~d,

Ahrk fin te~y, baziik fun,

Do fi~n gei~n!

Jon stops for a moment and begins to sing as if in a chant…

Wo-Lost-Fron-Wah-Neh-Dov,

Arhk-Fin-Reyliik-Do-Jul,

Voth-Aan-Suleyk-Wah-Ronit-Faal-Krein!

Fod-Zeymah-Win

Kein-Meyz-Fundein!

Alduin, Feyn-Do-Jun,

Kruziik-Vokun-Staadnau,

Voth-Aan-Bahlok-Wah Diivon-Fin-Lein!

Jon plays his lute with a smile as he begins to breath in deeply and calls out loudly.

"FUS-RO-DAH!"

Nuz aan sul fent Alok,

Fod fin vul Dovah Nok,

Fen Kos Nahlot Mahfaeraak!

AHRK RU~Z

PAAZ KEIZAAL FEN KOS STIN NOL BEIN A~LDU~I~N JO~T!

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!

Jon smiles as the Dragons circle above, roaring loudly as they hear this song reach them and everyone around them, the Lords of Pentos clapping loudly and cheering for Jon as he breathes hard and then bows to the crowd before taking his seat once again. The sun soon begins to set as everyone prepares for the main event, and Jon smiles as Viserys smiles before the Lords of Pentos. "Magisters of Pentos, I thank you all for your hospitality! Over the past several months of my staying here, you have been most gracious to my nephew, my sister, and myself…! As a thanks, I shall each give you riches from the Seven Kingdoms after I reclaim it for my house, and sit upon the Iron Throne! I never forget who my friends are!" Viserys says, "But now, I must leave this weak, mortal flesh behind and embrace a new vessel which shall carry me into the conquest of the Seven Kingdoms! Once again, I thank you all, and when the Iron Throne is mine, I shall not forget the kindness you showed us!" Daenerys and Jon can see the malicious glint in his eyes, knowing he doesn't mean a single word he is saying as he goes to the pyre, and Jon begins to restrain his uncle, binding him tightly with chains. Viserys had selected to burn whilst conscious to endure the pain of the fire, to which Jon told him, to ensure he didn't escape, he would be binding him.

Once everything is ready, Viserys is given the finest wine in Pentos as his last sip of alcohol, and he is carefully laid down upon the pyre, almost reverently as three dragon eggs are placed around him, one resting on his crotch, thee other two in the bound folds of his arms. "Are you ready?" Jon asks, to which Viserys nods, smiling maniacally, and then Jon walks away, hiding his smirk as he and Daenerys stand across from each other, facing the pyre, and they breathe in, and aim towards the oil at their feet.

"YOL! TOOR-SHUL!"

The Two shout in Dovahzul, and unleash burst of flames at their feet, stunning Viserys as the flames rapidly spread across the oil and to the pyre, barely giving the Mad Prince any time to brace himself as he begins praying in Valyrian, before his prayers devolve into screams of agony as the flames begin to engulf him. Giving Daenerys a nod, the Princess slowly approaches the fire and enters it, Illyrio wanting to stop her, only for Jon to move in front of him and shake his head.

The Rocky Shores Outside Pentos, Friday, 11th of Sun's Height, 297 AC, Dawn

Jon is sitting in meditation before the now burned pyre, with ashes only surrounding him as he opens his eyes, looking upon Daenerys, who is curled up into a ball as she raises her eyes, to which the Nobles from before had left to Illyrio's Mansion, in which Jon had told them to be return at dawn for a surprise. They all come as the sun begins to rise, and all of them stand amazed as Daenerys slowly raises her body off the ground, covered in ash and soot, with the longest parts of her hair having been burned away in the fire. However, that is not what shocks everyone, for crawling up her body are three baby dragons, one of whom Jon can feel a terrifying familiarity with, but he can't place as to why, whilst Durnehviir, Odahviing, and Paarthurnax land behind Qahnaarin. The Last Dragonborn smiles as he gives Daenerys a look of pride as the Magisters of Pentos fall to their hands and knees in submission, realizing they now stand before Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, Princess of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, and the First Dragonborn of Mundos. "Dovahkiin…" Jon says, acknowledging her status as he bows his upper body respectfully, the Black Dragon Cub climbing onto her shoulder and screeching loudly, proudly, and defiantly at the world.

Author's Note: Man this was an awesome chapter to write! I finally got everything done that I wanted to get done at this point in time, now i must ask you all, can you guess who Melisandre really is? I think it's kind of obvious, or at least I tried to! So as of posting this chapter, I will be changing the pairings in this story to make sure it gets done correctly. Just remember that Jon and Dovahkiin are the same person here! Welp I think I've done about all I can for now, I'm going to go work on my MHA Projects for a while, and after I get a chapter done for "The Valiant Hero: Yamikumo", "Viral Toxin", and "Kamen Rider Gadget", I'll get right back on this as soon as I can! Anyway, remember to Follow, Favorite, and leave a Review, both here and on my profile! And be sure to check out Longclaw 1-6 Senpai's profile for his best works, which i recommend "My Father's Son" and "An Empire of Ice & Fire", those are my favorites! Catch ya on the Flipside! DOV-AH-KIIN!