A/N: WHAT'S UP MUCKACHUNGAS!? It's Travez! And though this chapter is going to be sort, I need it to be short in order to set up something I am planning for the next chapter, something big. I promise you guys, the next chapter is going to be my biggest one yet, it's the reason why I've been avoiding combat scenes for a while now! Today will be just a taste of what is going on, and I will admit, it's a bit sparse for detail, but I need it to be so I can better refine Baelon's Blood Magic for combat! Trust me, I assure you, you guys and gals will love what I have in store for ya! Anyway I'm going to try to keep this as brief as possible!

As many of you have noticed with the Update I posted, I am planning a new Dungeons and Dragons x Game of Thrones Crossover, with characters from Game of Thrones being brought into a homebrew world of D&D. I am so excited for this opportunity, I just can't contain myself as I will get to show you guys how much fun it is, but before that I'm going to work on the Next Chapter "Draculya: A Song of Ice and Fire", which will be the opening battle for Westeros's Blood War between the Alliance of Humans and Dhampirs against the Vampire Clans, especially with the new Rahabim that I've got planned out! Though I think I may need to go back and redo Vladi's stats again and return them back to a full Ranger, in this case, as I think I may have gotten a bit too over excited about a Ranger-Monk Multiclass. I'll have to save that for another character!

Anyway the new Dungeons and Dragons story that I am working on will take place after the End of Season 8 and will be my version of a "Hard Reboot" of the Events of Westeros, though the story will focus entirely on the activities of the Party, with the rest being a bit of background noise. Anyway, I think I have a few ideas on what to do for the characters, thanks to some ideas I came up with recently that might work out well!

Not to spoil too much about what I have planned, but I do have the party pretty much planned out, I just need to create them! Oh I am loving the ideas that I'm coming up with for this group, especially when I bring in Ghost, Rhaegal, and Balerion as their Humanoid versions of a Longtooth Shifter, a Dragonborn, and a Tabaxi respectively! I'll save the rest for when I do the Prologue of that Story, so be prepared for when it comes!

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Chapter 2: The Claw of the Shadowcat

King's Landing, Ned Stark…

Ned Stark sits in the Black Cells, his leg wounded and infected from the stab wound delivered upon him dishonorably by one of Ser Jaime Lannister's men, much to his Chagrin… He must've had his men at the ready to interfere should he begin to lose ground, but now he is imprisoned here, awaiting the King's Justice to remove his head. "Kepa…" He hears in the Darkness.

"Who's there…?" Ned asks.

"Let me in… Please…!" It's a young boy's voice, one he recognizes from years ago.

'Jon?' He thinks but then feels something in his mind open as he feels Jon being close to him. 'Jon, is that you?'

"Thank the Gods! I finally managed to reach you!" Baelon says.

"What i-?"

"Don't speak outloud! Just think and I'll know what you want to say!" Jon says into his mind.

'Jon, what isngoing on? How can I hear you? Am I going mad?'

"No, Father, you are not. Months ago I managed to increase the strength of my Blood Magic, as Lady Catelyn will no doubt have told you."

'That's right, she did mention you were learning Blood Magic, though I found it hard to believe until now!' Ned confesses, 'Where are you?'

"Ghost and I are almost a day away from King's Landing! I am coming to rescue you and the girls!" Jon explains, "And I have a brat to punish…!"

'You mean to kill King Joffrey?' Ned says, shocked.

"He tried to have Bran killed, but no I don't intend to kill him… Yet…" Baelon confesses, "The Assassin that went after Bran is still alive and I need him to confess before the court when I take the throne!"

'What!? But Jon-"

"Don't… You know as well as I do that the Baratheons stole the Iron Throne, and under their rule, the Realm is in debt to the Lannisters and the Iron Bank! There is no way in the Seven Hells that I'm letting the Baratheons keep it!" Baelon says, "I have to go uncle! I'll be in King's Landing soon!"

Sansa Stark

She had managed to do it, convinced the King to spare her father, though something in the depths of her stomach tells her that it is a trick, that Joffrey will kill her father. Deciding to ignore it as she prepares for bed, she hears something… "Sansa…" it calls to her, having the voice of Jon Snow. "Sansa, please… Let me in…"

"Jon?" She whispers, hopeful. That is when she feels her mind connect to something.

"Sansa? Sansa, can you hear me?" Jon asks, to which Sansa places her hands over her mouth, quieting her voice. "If you can, just think what you want to say and I will hear it!"

'Big brother? Is that really you?' Sansa asks, hopeful.

'It is, Sansa! I'm on my way to King's Landing to rescue you, Father, and Arya!" Jon explains, "I'm only a few days away, maybe less if the wind remains true!"

'Jon, how are you speaking to me like this?' Sansa asks.

"Magic, Sansa, real magic!" Jon explains, smiling. "Is Arya alright?"

'I am not sure, but thank the Gods she managed to escape!' Sansa thinks.

"Thank the Gods! Anyway, Sansa, be ready to run in a few days, don't bother packing anything, we need to get you out of King's Landing fast." Jon explains, "Anyway, Sansa, I'm going to try and get in contact with Arya!"

'Yes!' Sansa says, smiling before going to bed.

Arya

Sleep did not come east, but she managed to find a place to hide and drift off to sleep. With the Gold Cloaks chasing her, and the Lannisters making it even more difficult, she has had few chances to actually sleep or find food. However, tonight was easy, almost too easy, and as sleep takes her, she feels something. It's a warm hand gently taking hers, and she can see in her dreams that her Brother, Jon, is pulling her into his arms. "Arya! Thank the Gods I finally found you!"

"Jon? No, you're a dream!" Arya says, "You're at the Wall!"

"Nope!" Jon says, "The Gods convinced me to stay long enough to be able to help!" Arya hugs her brother with tears in her eyes. "There, there, little sister! I'm on my way to King's Landing to save the pack! I need you to be ready to move at a moment's notice!"

"How will you get us out?" Arya asks.

"It's a surprise, just be ready!" Jon says, "Trust me, you'll love this surprise!"

"Alright Jon, I trust you!"

"Thank you Arya. Just hang on until then!" Jon fades from her dreams, and Arya wakes up early… She just needed to hold on…

A Few Days Later, The Sept of Baelor…

Eddard feels himself being dragged out of the Dungeons and into the streets of King's Landing, to publicly renounce the words he said, but even if Jon does make it in time, the infection in his leg will only make the reunion bitter sweet, he doesn't have much longer. If Jon manages to save him, at least he'll be able to say goodbye to Cat and his family.

As he is brought to the platform, he notices Arya and sees a Man of the Night's Watch, he trusts Jon but it is better to be safe than sorry. "Baelor!" He says to the Watchman, who turns to see Arya, and moves through the crowds to get close to her. Once Lord Eddard is brought into position, he goes through the words he prepared one more time as he looks at the crowd then up into the sky, smiling as he takes a breath. "I am Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell, and Hand of the King!" Eddard says, looking to Sansa, who gives her father a sad nod, knowing that they only need to buy more time. "I come before you… To confess my treason, in the sight of Gods and Men!"

"17 years ago, I betrayed the Faith of my King, and no more than a week ago, I had betrayed him again." Lord Eddard says. "With the Old Gods as my witness, I speak the truth! Robert's Rebellion was built on a lie!" This catches the royal family and the people of King's Landing off guard. "Though I was blind to it and decided at the time, I learned that my sister, Lyanna, wasn't kidnapped. She eloped with Prince Rhaegar Targaryen, after Robert, a man I once thought my friend and brother, attempted to rape her and then betrayed her when their betrothal was only hours old! Robert couldn't accept my sister didn't love her and thus started a Rebellion using the growing hatred towards Aerys the Mad and used Lyanna's supposed kidnapping as the flame that lit the Wildfire." Lord Eddard says, much to Arya and Sansa's shock. "My sister, Princess Lyanna had a single child before she died, a boy, whom I claimed as my own Bastard son, Lyanna's colors protecting hin and selling the lur. Everyone knows him as Jon Snow, but his real name is Baelon Targaryen! This is my first betrayal!" Joffrey clenches his fist as he hears this but bites his tongue in order to hear the words he wishes to hear.

"My Second Betrayal is that I swore to protect and defend his children…" Ned takes a deep breath, gathering his courage to say what he is going to say next, "But before his blood ran cold… I…" He sees something in the distance, and he smiles as he can feel Jon calling to him in that direction, "...I discovered a terrible secret that I couldn't bring myself to tell my friend before he died! I LEARNED THAT KING JOFFREY BARATHEON, AND HIS TWO SIBLINGS, ARE BASTARD BORN OF INCEST BETWEEN QUEEN CERSEI LANNISTER AND SER JAIME LANNISTER!" Everyone gasps at this, and Joffrey finally loses it. "I WOULD RATHER DIE THAN SERVE A FALSE KING! BAELON IF YOU CAN HEAR ME, THERE IS NO NEED TO HOLD BACK! BURN THEM ALL!"

"BRING ME HIS HEAD!" King Joffrey demands as everyone begins to protest and a riot begins to break out as the Gold Cloaks try to keep the people back. Sansa has to be held back while he sees Arya being held by the Night's Watchman, and Ned breathes a sigh as he feels a weight lifted from his shoulders, and he looks to the sky.

"He's safe now, Lyanna!" He says, tears in his eyes. He then lowers his head as he hears Ice being drawn and he readies for death.

"NOOOOO!" Sansa shrieks as the sword comes down, only for the King's Justice to stop just a few inches from Lord Eddard's neck. That is everyone hears it, the thundering roar that sounds like a wolf's howl as a giant shape becomes visible in the distance. Everyone can hear it in their minds, the choir of the Valyrians as Ghost appears out of the clouds.

"DRACARYS!" Baelon shouts angrily as Ghost breathes in as the crowd disperses, with the Gold Cloaks paralyzed in fear. Ghost unleashes a small burst of white fire tinged with veins of red that flesh out as a projectile and explodes at the grouping of Gold Cloaks. The force knocks back the royal family, the King's Justice, and Baelon's family members as Ghost lands at the foot of the Sept, roaring in fury. Jon quickly rushes off, disguised as an assassin as he draws Blood Pact and rushes at the remaining guards, Valyrian Steel cutting them down like a master chef carving a cake. Turning to Joffrey, he raises his hand and the False King finds somebody forcing their way into his head, lifting the False King off the ground before tossing him in front of the Dragon.

"Joffrey!" Cersei shouts, in which Baelon cuts his hand and sends an orb of blood towards the Queen, creating chains that bind her to the ground. Rushing to the steps, Arya and the Watchman walk into view as Baelon turns to Arya and hugs her before helping Ned climb onto Ghost's back, along with Arya and Sansa. Once they are on Ghost's back, Baelon walks over to Joffrey and cuts his hand, his palm dripping with fire. Joffrey crawls backwards in fear. "No! Spare him!"

"I will spare him…" Baelon says before raising his hand, before lifting Joffrey up and turning his back towards the Dragon Prince, "For now…." He then slams his palm into Bastard's back, the False king screaming in agony as Baelon rakes his back with his burning fingers, creating the paw of a Shadowcat on his back. Joffrey falls unconscious from the pain, to which Jon stabs his hand and connects to the minds of as many people as he can before snapping his fingers, knocking then unconscious.

Quickly climbing on the back of Ghost, they fly off and make their way northward, to Riverrun. Joffrey lies on the ground, whimpering and groaning in pain, as the chains evaporate, allowing for Cersei to reach her son and turn to see the Dragon fly Northward. Teeth clenched in fury, Cersei calls for the guards to take her son to the Maester. The Bastard would pay for this!

The God's Eye…

Thanks to Ghost's speed, they manage to reach the Riverlands in a few hours and land on the Isle of Faces, a site Holy to the faith of the Old Gods. Landing on the island's shore, Jon brings his uncle down to the ground and has him lie on his stomach as he examines Ned's festering wound, and as he gets ready to cut himself… "Don't Baelon…" Rhaenys says, sadly… "It won't work…"

"No! It has to work! I fixed Bran, I can save him!"

"If we had gotten to him a day sooner, we would have still had a chance. We just didn't make it in time…" Visenya says, feeling Baelon's pain. "I'd say he has little more than a few days to live… Take him to Riverrun and le-!" That is when a twig snaps and a figure dressed in fur robes walks out, Jon, still emotionally frayed, gets ready for a fight, only for the figure to hold up his hand and lower it down gently as Jon feels somebody requesting entry into his mind. Lowering his blade, he cautiously opens the door and the being enters slowly.

'I can sense you are of the True Way…' The figure speaks into his mind, 'Bring him with you to us, our magic may be able to save him where yours cannot…' Baelon looks at the figure and cuts his cheek to activate the Bane of Strength, his sister's following him as he picks Lord Eddard and carries him whilst following the figure. It isn't long until they find grove of sacred weirwoods and a figure bound within the branches and roots of a tree. He has silver gold hair and menacing purple eyes, and he looks at Baelon with a softened look.

"Baelon… It is so good to finally see you in person…!" The Old man says, smiling wickedly. Jon can feel the maliciousness off him, but he can only sense it is a front.

"Daemon Targaryen…!" Baelon says with utter shock in his voice.

"Yes, that was my name once…" Daemon says, "But now I am the Dreamer…" He looks to the man and smiles, "It is good to see the Starks still loyal to Rhaenyra's line after so long. If only your Mother and Father had been married under the Old Gods as well, I may have been able to protect them."

"What prevented you from doing so?" Baelon asks, feeling his Ire beginning to rouse.

"They married under the Seven alone… Feh, seven false and evil gods who put down bastards simply because of something that is not their fault! That is why I hated the Seven and all those who worship them! The Old Gods saved me, and it is to them I owe my allegiance!" Daemon said, "That is why I would seek to aid your uncle. I believe I can save him, but I need your help to do so."

"What do I need to do?" Baelon asks.

"We need to mingle our magic… I can heal him, but as you can see, I cannot move from my position, while you can move but have neither the strength nor the experience to treat a wound as great as this. If you take my hand, I can use you as a conduit to transfer my magic into him to heal him." Baelon knows of Daemon's reputation but perhaps he can put his faith in him this time?

Reaching out his hand, Baelon takes it and all at once, roots and branches extend from Daemon over Baelon's body, flowing over the Prince as he kneels and places a hand on his uncle's injury. The branches and roots begin oozing their red Sap that, as it touches Ned's leg, cleans away the infection and Ned groans loudly as, before everyone's very eyes, the wound closes and heals as puss spills out of the wound, the infection being cleaned out by the magic of the weirwoods. The other figures come out once Ned's leg is healed, and place him against a tree to rest. The wooden structure rapidly turn to dust once the procedure is done, and Baelon stands up and bows to Daemon. "Thank you, Daemon, but… Why?"

"I have had many years to reflect on the actions of my past, as I am now able to see them from outside my own perspective, and I can now see things I missed in my arrogance and lust for power… had I the power to go back and change things, I would have. For now though, I can at least aid you and the rest of our family…"

"Aunt Daenerys…" Baelon says.

"Would you like to speak to her? I can open the channel between you and her!" Daemon offers, smiling. Baelon thinks on this and nods, maybe contacting Daenerys now that he has the opportunity would be safer than to do it later. Daemon offers his hand again, and as Baelon takes it, the two find themselves flying over the skies as two others join them. "Who are they?"

"Aemon Targaryen and Brynden Rivers!" Daemon says, "I came into contact with them years ago!" The four of them fly over great distances at great speed, eventually finding themselves in a dark place with a lemon tree before a great red door. Barlon, feeling brave, knocks on the door, and it flows open with little just the knock. Stepping inside, they find a young woman crying as she lies in bed, having gone into labor.

"Whose there!?" Daenerys shouts as shegroans in pain.

"Your surviving family…!" Baelon says, gently taking her hand.

"Family?" Daenerys asks.

"Don't be afraid, we're here for you!" Aemon says, moving carefully to her legs. "It's alright now…" Daemon and Brynden move to either side of her and join hands as they begin chanting, a great demon bursting through the door as it tries to reach for her, only for Baelon to draw his blade, and cuts his cheek. He creates a blade of holy light from his blood and the Demon roars in anger as it is forced back. "That's it Daenerys, push!" Aemon encouraged. With time, patience, and a lot of blood spilled on Baelon's part, the Demon eventually gives up and a boy is born.

"It's a boy!" Aemon says smiling.

"Rhaego!" Daenerys says, smiling, Baelon smiles at her.

"A Dothraki and a Valyrian, a Dragon Horse, or Kirin as the Yi-Ti call them." Aemon says proudly.

"Reminds me of Syrax!" Daemon says with a snicker, in which everyone looks at him with confusion. "Syrax's head was shaped like that of a horse." That is when everyone nods at that as Baelon explains he is a Blood Sorcerer, and he can now connect all of them as a beacon now. "Daenerys, continue on your journey, and one day, we will all be united."

"And if you wish, you can rule with me as my equal…!" Baelon says, smiling, "Though I leave the final decision to you!"

"Thank you for giving me that choice!" They then introduce themselves and Baelon smiles as the family takes the time to talk before they have to leave.

The Red Wastes

Daenerys wakes, groaning in pain, hearing a baby cooing beside her. Daenerys smiles as she gently picks up her son and holds him in her arms as Jorah Mormont and Mirri Maaz Duur walk in, but the Blood Mage is shocked to see the infant alive. "Khaleesi…?" Jorah asks, "The Khalakka, he's alive?"

"Yes, my nephew and uncles saved him from a Demon that tried to take him!" Daenerys says, in which she explains about Baelon, Aemon, and Daemon. She then turns her eyes to Mirri, "You tried to have my son killed by sending that demon, didn't you?"

"I told you, Khaleesi, only death can pay for life, and you denied the Blood Magic it's due…" Mirri says, only for her to gasp and take hold of her head. "Who!? How!? Impossible!"

"My Nephew, Baelon… You tried to murder his nephew, and possibly stepson, with your blood magic, you may be a Blood Mage, but my nephew is a Blood Sorcerer!" Daenerys says, in which she stands, holding Rhaego, and makes her way outside, where Drogo's corpse lies on a pyre that is being built. Daenerys gently places a hand on Drogo's cheek. "Forgive me, my Sun and Stars, I shouldn't have let that witch touch you!" She then looks to the Blood Riders, "If you think you can take me to Vaes Dothrak to be a Dosh Khaleen, I wouldn't try, not tonight… My son, the Stallion who mounts the World, survives, and tonight, I intend to give him a mount worthy of that title!"

"If I may be so bold as to ask, how do you intend to do so?" One of the Blood Riders asks.

"Drogo will live again, not as a man, but as a Dragon… The Great Khals of the past will allow Drogo to come back to provide for his son in a way he couldn't as a Khal!" Daenerys says, turning to the other Dothraki, many of those who are against her. "Anyone who wishes to leave may do so, but only if you allow those who stay to remain unharmed, and no harm shall come to you! As for those who stay…!" With that, those who will not allow Daenerys to lead them leave. Later that night Daenerys has Ser Jorah tie Mirri Maaz Durr to the pyre and place the Dragon Eggs upon Drogo's funeral pyre, much to his protest. Daenerys then gives a rousing speech to those who remain as Drogo's pyre is set alight… Taking Rhaego with her into the flames… She vanishes into the fire…

Riverrun…

Robb is waiting impatiently, fearful of Jon being late… they had managed to clear away the Lannisters, but now… He stands on the battlements of Riverrun and looks southward, towards the God's Eye, praying to the Old Gods that Baelon is successful. That is when the wind flies past him, carrying the sound of something in the distance, and then a shadow appears in the distant clouds. He can see it, and tells the Lords to gather, Jon has succeeded!

There is a loud howl over the distance as Ghost makes himself known, appearing from the clouds as much to the awe of the Lords, and the Dragon slowly descends before Riverrun, landing with a quake, but not a sound as he lowers his body, revealing Lord Eddard and his girls on his back, with Jon Snow sitting at the fore. The group climbs off as Lord Eddard rushes to Catelyn, the two running to each other and holding one another in a tender embrace as Sansa and Arya descend and rush to their mother, Baelon climbing off last with a smile on his face. Catelyn sees her adopted son and embraces him, Thanking him for bringing their family back together.

That night, the Lords of the North and Riverlands hold a council and Jon sits amongst the group, listening to their arguments, before one of them starts to speak of becoming independent again, and then gets ready to declare Robb as King, only for Robb to stand quickly. "My Lord, you honor me, but I have already sworn my fealty to my King!" Robb says, to the shock of everyone, as he looks at Jon. "The True King, born of us and raised among us!" He points to Baelon, "One whose Direwolf has become a Dragon! The moment I learned the truth, I swore my fealty to Jon Snow… No… To Baelon Targaryen!" He then waves his hands as the servants bring forth the chest and he spreads the papers inside. "Robert Baratheon lied to us, tricked us into fighting against my aunt and her husband! A husband, my father found too late, was already looking to depose the Mad King." The Lords begin shouting, angry that they had been lied to and that many of their kin had died over a lie.

"SILEEEENCE!" Ned shouts. "We can sit here and bicker all night about the wrongs that were done, but it is too late to change them! We must focus on the present! True the North has suffered a great wrong, but will you sit here and let another Mad King sit on the Iron Throne and try to enforce his will on us!? Or will we be First Men and own up to our own mistakes, and try to make things right?!" He then draws his sword, "When I thought I was to die, my nephew by Blood and son by choice came to my rescue!"

"When Bran was going to be assassinated by Joffrey, my nephew by Blood and son by choice came to his aid!" Catelyn says. The two then turn to Jon.

"We will stand with Baelon Targaryen! The True King of Westeros, and The King of the North!" Ned says, kneeling. That is when Robb and Theon walk over.

"Are we not your brothers, now and always?" Theon asks, to which Baelon smiles whilst shedding a tear.

"Now and always…" Baelon says.

"We will not abandon Baelon, not now that he has reunited our family!" Robb says.

"Baelon Targaryen promised to aid in reforming the Ironborn into a more honorable military force to provide and protect the realm. And I will see his vision as King of Westeros!" Theon says, "But for now I will stand behind him… The King in the North!"

That is when Lady Maege Mormont stands. "I knew your mother wouldn't allow herself to be kidnapped without a fight, but nobody listened to me, I can only now ask your forgiveness and try to make things up to you!" Maege says.

"There is nothing to forgive, my lady." Baelon says, smiling. Maege smiles, relieved as she feels a sense of pride and joy wash over her.

"There will be more fights to come!" Maege says, "House Mormont will stand behind House Stark as we have for a thousand years!" She then looks to Baelon as she draws her mace, "And I will stand behind Baelon Targaryen, Trueborn son of the She-Wolf… The King in the North!"

That is when Edmure Tully stands and walks to the fore. "For the longest time, I thought you a stain on Ned's honor and a curse on my sister. A man can only admit when he is wrong, and ask forgiveness, and make amends in the days to come." Edmure says, only for Baelon to pull Edmure into a familial embrace.

"I forgive you, Uncle!" Baelon says, to which Edmure smiles, before standing back.

"Then allow me to begin making amends by declaring House Tully and the Riverlands behind you…! Baelon Targaryen, the Dragon of the North, and King of the Rivers!" Edmure then kneels.

"THE KING OF THE NORTH AND RIVERS!" Lord Manderly declares, and the Lords of the North and Riverlands chant this as they draw their weapons and hold them high above their heads. From behind everyone, Visenya, Aegon, and Rhaenys smile as they look at their descendant with Pride, vanishing as they return to the Blood Pact's crystal.

The Red Wastes…

The Morning comes, and many who rouse awake see the great pyre has died, and both Daenerys and Rhaego sit among the ashes, unburned, save for most of their hair. She smiles as she looks to Ser Jorah as Rhaego begins cooing as two shapes begin to crawl across the Princess's body, whilst another descends from above and lands behind her. Jorah looks in shock, as do the rest of the Dothraki, who all kneel. "Blood of my Blood…" Jorah says, kneeling, in which Daenerys stands and the Great Black Shape behind her stands and roars loudly and defiantly at the world.