Author's Note: Hellooooooo! How are you doing everybody? I know it has been a minute since I last uploaded a chapter, but believe me, I've been a bit of a nervous wreck, my dad is heading to Mainland Alaska for an operation, and we're smack dab in the middle of a lock-down to prevent Corona from Spreading anywhere. But aside from that I'm going to try and keep my uploads as frequent as I can. I am also proud to announce that I'm going to take a break from "The Dragon of the North" so that I can focus on another story, one integrally important to that of this story, and the other Skyrim Crossovers I have planned. Everyone, I am soon going to present to you all a Pure Skyrim Story that revolves around Jon's Past Life as Ormr Bloodskal, the Dragonborn. This will be known simply as "Bloodskal", and it will be a Skyrim story chronicling Ormr's Life from the Beginning of TES V: Skyrim to the end of the Dragonborn DLC, in which I will be inserting Dragon Breaks when the story splits into Timelines where Ormr Crosses over into other franchises. I will also be modifying the story with my own twists and turns to make it a bit more unique, but suffice it to say that "The Dragon of the North" takes place during a Dragon Break, where the timeline splits into this story, and I think you can guess where it breaks. In any case, I have made my announcement, enjoy this chapter! Catch you on the Flipside! ROLL THE INTRO! DOV-AH-KIIN!

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Chapter 6: Faal Ulaan Vahzen

Winterfell, 25th of Evening Star, Night, 297AC

"Ysolda!" A voice that Sansa doesn't recognize rings into her mind as she dreams, to which they flow to a time and place where she sees someone standing before her, a man some years older than she is now, with a finely trimmed mustache and beard, and with eyes as black as everlasting darkness. These eyes terrify the young woman, but she can't help but feel as if these eyes are rare but not unheard of. She looks at this man and the words she speaks to him are not her own. Despite this, she watches the romance that unfolds between this man and the woman whose place she has taken, but she also sees her faults as well. She is a criminal who seeks to fulfill a promise she made to her dying parents, and while she regrets the lives lost in the pursuit of her goals, she is willing to learn from even the people with the worst reputation to do so.

Sansa smiles as she lives these memories, even the worst of them, for she can feel them teaching her great lessons about how to act both with honor and with intelligence, and how to balance the two perfectly. On her nightstand, the ring her brother gives her faintly glows, not enough to wake her up, but it is reacting to something as something within her begins to change, the full moon shining upon the ring as a spirit appears in the room. "So he had recreated my ring in this world… Clever boy… Though it is nothing more than a powerless trinket…" The spirit says, taking the ring in his hand. "Perhaps I can use this girl in the years to come…" He gently places a hand upon her head and enters her dreams as Sansa appears before the man as he transforms into a wolf-monster, stopping her dreams. "Sansa of House Stark…"

"Who… Who are you?"

"I am Hircine, one of the many Old Gods your father prays to…" The creature says, "I am the God of the Hunt, and the Father of the Werewolves… I can see that one of my former servants, the Dragonborn, has given you a recreation of my ring as a means of defending yourself…"

"Y-Yes he has… My Lord…"

"Be not afraid, my original ring was destroyed centuries ago, and i think it's only fitting that the Last Bloodskal found a way to recreate it! I am also impressed with how your family holds my sigil as your own, and have kept to the strict code of honor and ethics I had taught them long ago…" Hircine says, "I wish to give you a gift, one in which may prove invaluable to you in the near future…"

"What kind of gift…?" Sansa asks, to which he pets the wolf monster of the man she dreams of.

"The form this man took was a gift from me, though the initial transformation is terrible and bloody to behold, and one has little to no control over it… All they can do is guide the actions of their first transformation… I wish to offer you the power to turn into a Werewolf…"

"Werewolf…?"

"It means Wolfman… However, in your case, it would be She-Wolf…" Hircine says, "I can also give this gift to your family if you choose it…"

"No…" Sansa says, "If they are to receive this gift, I wish to give it to them myself! That way I can teach them to control it themselves!"

"As you wish, but you will need to be ready to take on this power by the time of the Full Moon in the next month, and when you do, you must be outside of Winterfell and inside of the Wolfswood…" Hircine warns, "For while steel and iron weapons cannot truly harm you, they can kill you if enough damage is done… Finally, know that you will kill and consume raw flesh in your Werewolf form, and in doing so, you will heal your wounds and, if you consume human flesh, your powers as a Werewolf will extend… However, know that you will be in a state of undress once your transformation ends…"

"I will do it…" Sansa says, her eyes glowing yellow, "For Jon!"

"Then in one months' time, I will return to give you my gift of Lycanthropy… Meet me in the Wolfswood and ride as deep as you dare go, and when you do, go deeper!"

"Yes, my lord!" Sansa says, "For Jon… To make up for my past mistakes… And to ensure the Dragonwolf sits on the Iron Throne… I will become a Hound of Hircine!" The God of the Hunt merely smirks under his deer skull mask and laughs joyously.

Concurrently in Vaes Dothrak

"Correct, Khaleesi… I am Ysolda, and yet I am merely a fragment of who she once was!"

"What do you mean by that?" Daenerys asks.

"The Gods Akatosh, Arkay, and Mara, in order to prevent me from being claimed by Molag Bal during the Destruction of Nirn, split me into three vessels; The Soul, the Heart, and the Body… I am the Soul that was infected by Molag Bal's Vampirism, and contained all of the memories I made in my previous life… You are the Body that was rendered pure upon my removal… And the Heart, which contains all of my emotions, morals, and my desires, they were sent into another vessel, though who that is… I cannot say…"

"No but... That's impossible!" Daenerys says.

"You have seen stranger things… Including a long dead Dragonborn contacting his descendants through letters and messages in a book he left behind…" Melisandre reminds her, to which Daenerys looks at her.

"If it is true that I am merely a part of you, then Jon must know…!"

"No he doesn't know… In truth, he believes he has moved on, but the Aedra knew they had been too cruel to their greatest servant and have made many attempts in this world to make up for what they had done to him." Melisandre says, "One of which was allowing Dovahkiin to finally have a family, another was to return us to him…" Daenerys looks at the Priestess as she holds up the amulet round her neck. "This is the Amulet of Kings, only a Dragonborn or those closely associated with them are allowed to wear it…" She then gently removes it from her neck and places it around Daenerys's, "I pass it to you, as you will be the one to share his bed, and to ease his pain… I cannot do that anymore…"

"And why can't you?"

"I had been defiled by those Vampires, tortured and raped in front of him as he struggled in vain to save me… When I was reborn in this world, I was born a slave, and when I wasn't being trained by the Red Priests of R'hllor I was molested and sexually assaulted by many lustful men… Only when I had finally gotten a hold of my dark powers as a vampire once more could I defend myself again. Because of my Undead Nature, the Priesthood attempted to burn me alive, my vampiric weakness to fire being something that terrified me… However, it was because of Akatosh manifesting as R'hllor that I was saved and he had foretold, before all the Priests of Asshai, that I would find Azor Ahai Reborn, where he would take me and two others who share the same soul, to wife, and beat back the White Walkers once and for all." Ysolda explains, "With this, they allowed me to live, and I would spend several thousand years attempting to find Ormr, until at last I heard of one Thoros of Myr arriving in King's Landing, and attempting to sway a Targaryen King…"

"You traveled to Westeros before, then?"

"Yes, I had, and when I found out that Rhaegar was in love with Lyanna Stark, I aided in their elopement, and was even a hidden witness at their Wedding… Vampires are able to turn invisible on a whim, so I used that to my advantage… My next prediction foretold our love would be reborn of them… However, because I was too excited to see our love reborn into this world, I had forgotten that Robert Baratheon was betrothed to Lyanna, and I did the best I could to try and delay the inevitable, but my efforts were in vain…" She looks down, "The war broke out, and I did my best to ensure that Lyanna was safe, but an assassin had found it's way to the Tower of Joy, and I had to kill it before I could return to her… Unfortunately… By the time I had returned, Ormr was gone, as was his mother's corpse… Had I been back sooner… He wouldn't have suffered as he did…"

"Ormr…" Daenerys says, "That was his name in his past life, wasn't it?"

"Yes…! Ormr Bloodskal, the last of the Bloodskal Clan of Nords from the Island of Solstheim, and a direct descendant of Miraak, the First Dragonborn…!"

"And what of his three Priests that Jon spoke of, Ahzidal, Dukaan, and Zahkriisos?"

"Well let me put it to you this way, Daenerys… Jon, as before, is a Direct Descendant of the First Dragonborn of Mundos… In this case, his three wives will take the place of Ahzidal, Dukaan, and Zahkriisos… I represent Ahzidal for my relation to the Heart of Fire… You are the Stormborn, so you are Zahkriisos… And whoever is Dukaan, I have with the upmost certainty, they shall be born of the Northern Kingdom or the Lands Beyond the Wall, which I have, funnily enough, come to call Atmora."

"Why would they be of those places?"

"Because Dukaan was actually an Ice Mage with a matching Mask, and whosoever wielded the mask would gain greater power when it came to Ice Magic!" Melisandre says, giggling, "With your name of Stormborn, you've a connection to lightning, thus you are Zahkriisos and I was trained in the Arts of the Ashaii, so I am Ahzidal, through my connection to a Fire God." Ysolda says, explaining the irony of it all, to which Daenerys can't help but let a chuckle escape her lips, only to become serious once more.

"You need to tell him… We need to tell him!" Daenerys says, her head spinning, but despite her confusion, she can feel it in her bones, that Melisandre is telling the truth, they and one other are Ysolda, and the Dragon God had given them a chance to reunite with their beloved. Whoever their frigid counterpart is, she knows she will be trustworthy if they prove she can trust them.

"And we will… I intended on telling him when he wins against the Khals…!" Melisandre says, smiling at her Stormborn counterpart. "And, if you wish, I can teach you magic, you will not be able to practice with your bow or blade during your pregnancy, but utilizing magic will be another means of defending yourself in times of crisis, and it will be a technique that nobody will expect!"

"I would appreciate those lessons, Sister, but what do we do for Aemon in the meantime?"

"We simply bide our time, and help him however we can…!" That is when they hear the music change as they hear a lute beginning to strum quickly, and they hear Jon sing in Dothraki.

Memories broken, the Truth goes Unspoken, I've even forgotten my na~me!

I don't know the season, or what is the reason that I'm standing here holding my Bla~de!

A Desolate Place, Without any trace, it's only the Cold Wind I fe~el!

It's me that I spite, as I stand up and fight, the only thing I know for real

THERE WILL BE BLOOD…! SHED…!

The Man in the Mirror nods his head!

THE ONLY ONE…! LEFT…!

Will Ride upon the Dragon's Back!

Because the Mountain won't give back what he takes!

OH NO! THERE WILL BE BLOOD…! SHED…!

IT'S THE ONLY THING I'VE EVER KNO~WN!

The Dothraki are smiling at their Khal, liking this song as they begin to sing along with him as he plays the Lute he has in his hand in a way that is both blinding and amazing, almost as if his fingers are rapidly strumming the instrument whilst his fingers move as if they are smashing the strings down along the frets at blinding speed.

Losing my Identity, wondering "have I gone insane"!?

To find the Truth in front of me, I must climb this Mountain Range!

Looking downward from this deadly Height, AND NEVER REALIZING WHY I FI~GHT!

Jon takes a moment to breathe as his Khalasar claps and cheers for him, loving this song, the Khal smiling at his Khalassar as he begins to sing another song. "We will tell him, once we are sure he will survive his battle with the other Khals, taking them for his own…!" Melisandre says, "Though I know he will win, but I don't like counting my chickens before they hatch…"

"That is wise, sister…" Daenerys says, placing a hand on her belly, feeling her child or children grow inside her. "Do you think I might be having twins?"

"Possibly!" Melisandre says.

"There is one more thing I need to address with you… If you and I are two of three parts of the same whole, then I am sure that Aemon wouldn't care if you were defiled by the Vampires, he would still love you…!" Daenerys says, "It took me months to help him forget about you, but now that you're back, I am sure he will accept you without question. Though I think you may need to avoid biting into him…"

"I…" Melisandre says, looking down, "Do you truly believe that he may be able to accept me as a vampire, even after I had been defiled by the servants of Molag Bal?"

"I believe so! Though I think you may need to wait for him to come to you first!" Daenerys says, smiling.

Vaes Dothrak, 26th of Evening Star, Morning, 297 AC

Daenerys feels her teeth chewing through the heart of the Stallion that she must devour in order to give her child(ren) the strength they need for the future. Melisandre, who watches, prays with the Dosh Khaleen in Dothraki, showing how the Red God approves of the Khaleesi. She had also given Daenerys a Blood Potion that she had crafted from the same stallion just moments before the ceremony to help Daenerys withstand the taste, to which Daenerys is ever grateful for, as without that potion, she knows she would be choking on the blood right now, or wretching up the flesh. Jon watches her, eyes filled with determination, he knows the taste of raw flesh better than anyone, having once been a werewolf himself when he had joined the Companions as Ormr Bloodskal, and, in his opinion, the heart was the best tasting part of his prey, so he can't help but instinctively lick his lips as he looks at the Stallion Heart, wanting a bite of it as well. "Khal…" Ser Jorah says, stepping forward, "Are you reminiscing about your time as a werewolf? You look as if you want to take your wife's place…"

"Was I?" Jon asks, stunned, but then smirks, "Honestly, I can't help it… I may have been cured of Lycanthropy, but even so, I have some lingering after effects that just won't leave me alone, even after all this time…" Jon smiles, "One of them is a taste for raw flesh and blood… Even if it does give me a stomach ache afterwards…" Jon says, "And as a Werewolf, I always aimed for the heart when I fed upon my enemies… It was my favorite part of the body that I'd like to gorge on…"

"That is… Disturbing…" Ser Jorah says, to which Daenerys falls forward after eating the last bite, to which everyone looks at the Khaleesi as she puts her hand over her mouth and then stands up proudly, swallowing the meat her stomach was about to wretch up. "She did it!"

"Dany…!" Jon says, proudly, and with little to no self control, Jon imitates the howl of a wolf perfectly, and stands up, laughing with a joyous smile, but as he sees her eyes, he stops.

"A Prince and Princess Ride within me, side by side!" Daenerys calls out, triumphantly, "And their names shall be Rhaego and Lyasha!" Daenerys proclaims, and Jon recognizes she is naming their children after his parents, to which the Dosh Khaleen and Melisandre proclaim their names proudly, and Jon picks her up with a smile, laughing as he holds her in his arms. Daenerys washes herself in the Womb of the World, smiling as she feels the blood flowing off her skin. Jon smiles as he sits on the edge whilst Melisandre sits down on the grass, drinking from a Blood Potion.

"You did well, Khaleesi!" Ser Jorah says, standing some distance away, his back to the Khaleesi as she washes herself. "You ate the whole heart and won the respect and awe of the Dosh Khaleen!"

"It was a harrowing experience!" Daenerys says, "And I am sure my stomach is going to be furious with me later tonight…"

"It could be worse…" Jon explains, "I had to struggle to keep myself in my seat and not eat the heart in your place…"

"Lycanthropy does have those after effects on those who do manage to cure themselves…" Melisandre says, to which she offers an uncorked Blood Potion for Jon. "Thirsty?"

"Thank you…" Jon says, uncorking the ornate bottle and then drinking deeply, the copper-tasting liquid flowing over his lips and tongue, rousing the lycanthropic after-effects in his blood. With a gasp, Jon finishes as he feels his inner animal calming and he smirks, the bottle completely finished, "I thank you…"

"It is no trouble, Khal, as a vampire, I know of the problems that come from a desire for blood…" Melisandre explains, "You also had your fair share of run-ins with the Daedric Princes…"

"Don't remind me…" Jon explains. "Getting caught up in Sheogorath's Tomfoolery… Nearly becoming a slave to Molag Bal… Being ambushed by Mehrunes Dagon… Not to mention that time I got shit-faced drunk with Sanguine and getting caught up in his schemes…" He places his palm against his face, "That last one caused Ysolda to bite my head off and tear me apart verbally from what happened… And when I revealed it was a plot by the Daedric Prince Sanguine, she made sure her disappointment and anger was known…"

"How did she do that?" Ser Jorah asks.

"She used the staff to summon Dremora after Dremora to fight me, and when she was satisfied i was punished and the staff was out of magic, she broke it over her knee and burned it." Jon explains, "I was contacted in my dreams by Sanguine, who was actually rather amused with Ysolda, especially how she was, as it turns out, shit-faced drunk when she used the staff on me and then broke it. After that, I had to hide her stash of alcohol to prevent her from getting drunk again, as she scared me when she was." Off to the side, Daenerys and Melisandre hide their faces as they giggle, the memory flooding into their minds as they see how terrified Jon, or rather Ormr, looked at that moment. Rakharo, on the other hand, looking at his Khal with a stunned look, could not believe that a Khaleesi would terrify such an amazing man.

"These creatures… Dremora, you call them Khal… What are they?"

"For the lack of a better term, are Lesser Demons that serve the demonic lords Mehrunes Dagon and Molag Bal… They are a race of warriors like the Dothraki, but they are monsters whose hearts can be used to make potions and poisons, as well as turn Ebony into it's Daedric Variant…" Melisandre explains, "But more than that… They are hostile to any who summon them, save for those summoned by the Sanguine Rose… Serving only the one who holds the Rose in their hands…"

"And those demons are tough bastards… Even with Valyrian Steel Weapons it is near impossible to kill them if they get the drop on you…" Jon explains in Dothraki. "And I had to fight thirteen of them before the staff ran out of power…"

"By the Great Stallion!" Rakharo says, stunned.

"The battle with the Khals will be nothing in comparison to those Demons! To be honest, I'd rather face them over a Dremora any day…!" Jon says, remembering those monsters, but then he sits up as Daenerys exits the water and her maids help her into her garments. "How much longer until the Khals get here?"

"The First Khalasar is arriving now…!" Ser Jorah says, after speaking with a servant. "Shall we prepare for the meeting?"

"Of course…" Jon says, to which Daenerys nods after she is dressed.

29th of Evening Star, Evening

The Khalasars have all arrived and settled, settled and the Khals arrive in the Temple of the Dosh Khaleen, where Jon walks in, dressed in his Dragonscale Armor, glaring at the Khals. "So this is the boy who defeated Drogo and took his Khalasar…?" One of the Khals asks, "That Suit you wear… Did you kill your own Dragons and take their hide for your own?"

"No… These were from dragons I had killed… A long time ago…" Jon says, speaking in perfect Dothraki.

"And what of the rumor amongst the Khalasars that you can breathe fire? I find it laughable that you are able to do that…!"

"FUS… RO-DAH!" Jon says, sending the Khal flying from his position and into a wall. "That was a warning… For I find your lack in Faith disturbing…" The other Khals want to reach their swords and the Dosh Khaleen want to interfere, but he gives them a look as smoke flows out of his mouth, almost warning them to stay out of this. "I did not come here to talk… I came here to conquer the City of the Horse Lords… As you may have heard, our Dragons are currently nestled atop the Mother of Mountains, leaving Vaes Dothraki be, so long as they are left alone… However… You have two dragons amongst you right now… And we believe it is time for a change of pace…"

"It is time for the Dragons to fly once more, and we will be taking your Khalasars with us when we leave to raid Slaver's Bay…" Daenerys says.

"The Lord of Light, the Dragon God of the Sun and Time, Akatosh, has proclaimed Khal Aemon to be his chosen, and he has been named the Stallion who Mounts the World… And he has no need for rivals…" Melisandre explains, to which Jon cracks his knuckles, while Daenerys and Melisandre back away, whilst gesturing for the Dosh Khaleen to follow them, a majority of them doing so.

"We will not submit to a boy who does not have a braid!" One of the Khals declares.

"14… 15…" Jon counts, finding there are 16 of them there, and he smirks. "How many Riders are in your command, in total?"

"In all, 100,000…" The Oldest Khal says, his voice defeated, cutting off his braid. "If you wish to kill us, will you assure the temple is rebuilt before you leave?"

"Motho?" One of the Khals asks, seeing the old man cut off his braid.

"You have my word…! For I do not seek to destroy this sacred space, I will, however…" Jon says, cracking his knuckles, "Take your lives, but you, Khal Motho, I will make your death a painless one for your surrender…" Jon says, to which the Khals stand, and he looks at them. "Will you come at me all at once, or do you each want to have the personal glory of taking my life and head by yourself?" He looks at each of the Khals, and they look at him, one of them, the largest and strongest of them, steps forward.

"Impudent Brat… Know your place… Beneath my heel!" The Khal says, to which Jon simply dodges the punch, and then raises his hand with a smile, punching the man across the face, causing a sickening snap to be heard as Jon sends the man's head flying from his shoulders.

"HOW!?"

"Bloodskal Ingenuity!" Jon explains, "In my youth, I had discovered a magical exploit when it came to matters of Enchanting and Alchemy…! I utilized that special exploit to create potions and magical objects of greater efficacy that most mortals could only dream of!" He smiles and then everyone can see the gauntlets he has on his arms are glowing with a faint crimson light. "And now…" He pops his knuckles, "Let's see how Khals die…" The Khals all charge in as Jon quickly begins to swing left and right, smiling as he dodges each incoming attack, one Khal landing a punch on his face through his helmet, only to be decapitated through Jon landing an uppercut to the chin. Another Khal kicks Jon aside, knocking him over some chairs, but the Dovahkiin quickly recovers and retakes his stance, feeling alive as he feels his draconic blood rushing through his veins. He is outnumbered, but he has them outgunned, and it's fleeting moments like this, from back when he was a werewolf, where he sees the sheer hopeless terror on his enemy's faces, that he can feel his blood boiling and his desire for blood to burn.

He grins maniacally and laughs as he begins to slaughter the Khal's left and right, and with the last one that opposed him standing before him, Jon grabs the man by the neck, and then shoves his hand into the man's chest, ripping out his still beating heart. Jon tosses the heart to the ground and crushes it beneath his heel, but then looks to Khal Motho… "I promised you would be given a Painless Death…" Jon says, smiling at the Old Khal, and then he brings out of his bag a flask. "No man should ever leave this world without knowing the taste of good mead…" Jon opens the cask and brings out two steel tankards, and fills one for the Khal, before pouring a vial of poison into it. "This poison will allow you to enter a deep and dreamless sleep, and when you wake, you shall be riding with your ancestors in the Night Lands!" He pours himself a tankard of mead, the two Khals smiling at one another.

"May your victories be numerous, Khal Aemon!" Khal Motho says, taking a slow drink of the mead, finding the alcohol sweet, but also delicious as he can taste sweetness from different berries in it, and the mild sweetness of the poison gracing his tongue.

"To you, Khal Motho, the wisest of the Khals!" Jon says, drinking his mead with a smile. The poison soon takes effect as Motho feels drowsy as his eyes slowly close, and he falls into a deep dreamless sleep. Jon clears out the Temple and has each of the Khals cremated beneath the stars in the evening, as is the custom of the Dothraki, Jon saying prayers to the Great Stallion to let them ride amongst the stars, and for Shor to welcome them into Sovngarde as proud warriors.

Meanwhile, in Sovngarde

Unbeknownst to Jon, his prayers are heard as Kyne flies amongst the skies, her winds carrying the Souls of the Khals to the Night Lands, but shockingly, as they arrive, they find themselves sitting before a great hall, where a man stands before a great bridge. "Hail Khals… It has been too long since men of your stature have come here!" Tsun says as he stands at the Bridge.

"Who are you?" One of the Khals asks, finding he is speaking this tongue fluently, shockingly. "And why are we not in the Night Lands?"

"I am Tsun, God of Trials Against Adversity…! And you are in the Night Lands… Or rather, you stand at the Entrance to the Nightlands…!" Tsun explains, "When the Dragonborn became one of your Khals, one of your own, Rakharo, proclaimed him as the Stallion, naming him a God amongst Men… As such, we were able to expand our borders and take claim over the Night Lands… You stand in Sovngarde, the focal point of all the Afterlives for those who die in battle."

"Then how do we get to the Night Lands?" Khal Motho asks

"You must prove your mettle one last time in a trial by combat… Defeat me, or prove your mettle and valor against me, and I shall allow you to cross the Whalebone Bridge to enter the Hall of Valor and rest your weary souls for a time, before you make your journey into the Night Lands. If you do not defeat me, you shall wait here and attempt again within a week of the Mortal World…!" Tsun explains, to which Khal Motho draws his Arakh and looks at the God.

"Khal Aemon had given me a peaceful death… I do not deserve to be here, if I am being truthful, for I did not die in combat…!"

"You knew your chances of victory were impossible, but it was the Prayers of the Dragonborn that allowed you to come here, for he respected your station and your decision to wisely surrender your braid… Come now, Khal Motho, prove to these milk drinkers that you can still fight!" The god draws his axe and the two charge at each other, both roaring loudly.

Concurrently, in Vaes Dothrak

Kneeling before the Dosh Khaleen, Jon listens to the women say prayers and praises to Khal Aemon, whom they begin to proclaim as the Stallion who Mounts the World, and as he rises after the praises and prayers are done, he turns to the Khal Drogo's Blood Riders, realizing something. "I have come to realize that I have betrayed the Traditions of the Dothraki…" Jon explains, "You were meant to die with your Khal, and in my ignorance, I proclaimed that you serve me instead… I am ashamed for being granted the title of Khal and the Stallion who Mounts the World…" He looks at Cohollo, Qotho, and Hago, "If my hair were long enough for a braid, I would've cut it now to show you how ashamed I am for denying you your rightful deaths…"

"Khal Aemon…" Qotho says, "You knew nothing of our culture, and were thinking as a Dragon would… However, while it is true that we are shamed for not dying with our Khal…"

"We've lived to see the Stallion who Mounts the World come to us upon the back of a dragon…! Not only that, his Horse came to him from beyond the grave, Arvak is a mighty steed to find you from beyond death!" Cohollo says, proudly.

"We would not trade these last days for nothing, for now we will go to the Nightlands and bring great news to the Khals of the Great Khalasar!" Haggo says, cheering.

"Then allow me to stand by your side during your passage into the Night Lands, friends!" Jon says, smiling proudly at them, and brings them horns and pours them mead with poison in it. "This is the same poison that took Khal Motho to the Night Lands! May it be your Guide as well!"

"Ride long and well, Khal Aemon!" Drogo's Bloodriders say as they take the horns and drink deeply, smiling as they feel sleep take them, and then finally death. The men are brought outside and burned with their Horses, and given proper funeral rites. Once this is done, Khal Aemon thinks about whom his Bloodriders should be, and thinks of one that would be worthy of such a title, one who is both curious and loyal, but also a great warrior who accepted his changes to the Khalasar's rules eagerly, and has improved the most from them. Rakharo stands before the burning bodies and then sees his Khal walking over to him.

"Rakharo…" Jon says, looking at the man, "I seek many others to claim this title, but I can think of no man better than you to ask this…" Jon holds out his hand to shake and looks the man dead in the eyes. "I ask your oath, that you will live and die as Blood of my Blood, riding at my side to keep me safe from harm, as I am willing to do for you." Jon says this to Rakharo, looking directly in his eyes, his hand still out stretched, to which the Khalasar looks at Rakharo, who is stunned at this.

"Why me, Khal?"

"You were the first to accept me as your Khal, and are my greatest student, but more than that, you have a curiosity to learn about that which most would fear to learn, and understand how to fight it with the tools and weapons you have." Jon explains, "While you fear magic, you have not hesitated to try to understand what the Thu'um is and how to combat it. That is the kind of courage, curiosity, and wisdom that I want from my Bloodrider, and someone who I would also give my life to protect!" Jon says to Rakharo, who looks at his Khal, stunned, taking the man's hand, before letting go, drawing his sword, and bowing before Khal Aemon, a smile on his face.

"I would be honored, Blood of my Blood…!" Rakharo says, smiling as there are tears in his eyes. Jon smiles and nods as he turns to the other Dothraki, and looks to them.

"When I look upon my Khalasar, I see before me a great many men who are strong and proud!" Jon says, "Every Khal before me, who had ever lived and rode this world, has chosen 3 Bloodriders, to fight beside him and guard his way… But I am the Stallion who Mounts the World, the Khal who Rides Dragons! I shall not choose only 3 Blood Riders…" Jon smirks as Daenerys stand beside him, "I will choose the 500 Strongest, Wisest, Craftiest, and most Ferocious of you to be my Blood Riders!" Jon says, "Within Seven Days, I shall hold a grand battle outside of Vaes Dothrak between all the Kos, and the 500 Strongest who will ride besides me as my Blood Riders! My Khaleesi…!" He turns to Daenerys and gestures her over, Strunnahkiin smiling as she joins her husband, "She shall be the Judge of the Battle, and will determine which of you will be my Blood Riders! For I will ask of you something greater than any Khal has ever asked his Khalasar, and my Khaleesi knows of the Great Threat that is to come!"

"Dothraki! I have been given visions from the Past by a great ancestor of mine and Khal Aemon's! This one man had foreseen a great and terrible future that awaits us in 8 to 10 years! The Demons of the Ancient World are breaking free of their bindings, and we must cross the Black Salt Sea to stop them!" Daenerys says to the people with passion and vigor, catching the attention of the Khalasar. "The Long Night is coming once more, and this time, our world is in an even greater state of peril, for if we do not gather allies now, then in less than a decade, the World as we know it will End in a Winter that never ends!" This brings fear to the Dothraki, who look around and begin muttering to each other frantically. "That is why we must gather the greatest warriors of the World, including your great enemies, the Unsullied, to defeat this great threat once and for all! When all is said and done, if you all wish to return to the time of the many Khalasars roaming the Great Grass Sea, then we shall not stop you, for the Great Stallion who Mounts the World will not be needed in this world any longer! But if you choose to stay with us, then those who will shall become the groundwork in building a new Valyria, one in which the Dothraki will become a great part in building a better and brighter world than the one we've always known!"

"I am with you, Khal Aemon, Khaleesi Daenerys!" Rakharo says, raising his Arakh, and slowly, bit by bit, the Dothraki snap out of their stupor and begin to cheer, inspired by her words. Melisandre can't help but grin at her Body for being so passionate and charismatic towards these people. A few hours later, Jon rests in his tent with Daenerys, the two of them naked after some passionate love making, and Jon looks to the roof, wondering why a certain vampire is on his mind.

"Is something wrong, my love?" Daenerys asks.

"Yes…" Jon says, looking at her with guilty eyes. "I can not stop thinking about Melisandre… I do know why, but it feels like I am with Ysolda again when she is near me, and yet part of me is driven away because of those eyes of hers… Those glowing… blood red… eyes…"

"You desire her, do you not?" Daenerys asks.

"I do, but I cannot bear to dishonor you, not after we've learned about your pregnancy!" Jon says, but then Daenerys giggles.

"It's alright, Jon… I understand… Besides… We're now part of a culture where polygamy is common!" Daenerys says, "So if you desire her, you merely need to run your thoughts by me first and seek my approval!"

"I… I see…" Jon says, looking at her.

"Besides… I think Melisandre has something to confess to you… Shall I fetch her?" Daenerys asks.

"If you wouldn't mind… I would very much like to hear what she has to say as well…" Jon says, to which Daenerys giggles and puts on a thin cloth robe and exits the tent, swaying her hips as she does so. Jon then sits up, barely covering himself with the furs that are on him, but before he can get his thoughts straight, he feels a familiar and, at the moment, unwelcome sensation… He sees the flames in a brazier turn a sickening green color as a hole rips in the air before the entrance to his tent and flowing out of the rip is a mass of slowly writing tentacles with multiple golden octopus eyes looking straight at him. Jon can smell the air developing an acrid and gut-wrenching salty scent to it. He rises from the bed, naked as he is, and kneels before the mass of eyes and tentacles, hearing it's voice echoing in his mind.

Ah… It is good to see you again… My Champion…

Author's Note: PHEW! It's finally done! Now before I go on my break on writing this story, I'm going to let you guys know something about both this story and "Bloodskal" and that Jon/Ormr is/was the willing Champion of Hermaeus Mora, despite how many people think that is a bad idea, everything will be explained in the Prologue of Bloodskal with the backstory of Ormr's Nord Clan, and how it fits together with him. However, I want you all to know one thing before I continue on, I've got a plan for what I want to do with this story, but I need to take a break and rest my brain before I continue working on this! In any case, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! I'll catch you in "Bloodskal" and on the Flipside! Later! DOV-AH-KIIN!