Chapter 31: The Past

In the south...

Tyrion Lannister POV

Tyrion was on his way to the Council Chamber since he was urgently summoned by his father, thus interrupting his moment of pleasure with two beautiful young delights that he sneaked into his room in secret.

When he entered, he saw that there were already two men present who did not belong to his father's small council. One was a robust bald man with a serious expression and hands in his sleeves, and he also had a very strong perfume on him; while the other was a slender man, with beautiful features, the eyes of a grey streaked with green, a small beard on his chin, small mustaches and dark hair with grey streaks.

"My lords," greeted them Tyrion. "Father, did you want to see me? "

"As the hand of the King, I want to introduce you, Lord Petyr of House Baelish, formerly co-regent of the Kingdom of the Vale, and Lord Varys."

"A pleasure. If I may ask you why you want to offer your services to my father, the king?" asked Tyrion curious and pouring himself some wine.

It was the bald man, Lord Varys the first to answer, "I have traveled around the world and through the Kingdoms of Westeros, observing the people, in search of my destiny. And it was in Westeros that I saw the miserable life of those who are subjected to the cruel and ruthless rulers. I remember the stories told about the Dragon Dynasty, how they united this continent, and how much prosperity they brought to the people. And it is precisely for the people that I have decided to choose your father and help him become king of Westeros because I believe that he can bring back the glorious days of the reign of Jaehaerys Targaryen.

And Tyrion almost choked on the wine he was drinking to hear that, and he wanted to burst out laughing. But he refrained in order to try to be as serious as possible.

"Then I guess we'll need your services, whatever they are," he responded in a polite manner.

"Oh as the Master of Whispers I hoped, Your Grace," Varys replied, redirecting his attention to the king. "My little birds are hidden in all the towns and villages of Westeros, hearing every secret."

"Then I accept your service as Master of Whispers," replied his father, in a serious manner.

"And you?" asked Tyrion drinking from his cup.

"A man who climbed the Social Classes and came to be chosen as Regent of the Vale."

" And tell me what position you want to occupy in my father's kingdom?"

"For now, Master of the Coin. I am very good with counts. But once the Vale is under the rule of House Lannister, I hope to get the title of Lord Paramount of the Vale."

His father didn't say anything in the regard, instead, he said, "If you will excuse us, my lords, I have private matters to discuss with the lord hand."

They stood up and after bowing, they left the room.

"Do you trust them, father?"

But he didn't answer, and Tyrion took that as a no.

"So, any news of Jaime? Because, as the Hand of the King I should be made aware of everything, but since they conquered the first castle, I have not known anything else."

"Jaime is marching slowly on Highgarden, has lost all the ravens during the last storm, and has sent a Messenger instead, whom, however, I don't trust, but that Lord Varys has confirmed the news. The fleet, according to the news provided by Lord Varys and the sellsword, crashed into the rocks. But that most of them have entered the Bay and the army has landed. General Lefford is dead, however."

"And our allies?"

"They are about to be overwhelmed. Varys says the Hightower intends to side with the Tyrells and march secretly with the entire army up north, while the Redwyn fleet will defend the Citadel. At least 15,000 men."

"Well, father. Apparently, your conquest plans are failing."

"On the contrary, it's all going according to my plan, and thanks to Lord Varys' contribution, I'll know everyone's secrets. After all, it's for the good of the People of Westeros."

"Ah the people," Tyrion said, chuckling and drinking from his cup. "That's just a lie under which to hide. Nobody cares about the good of the people, just theirs and I want to find out Varys' intentions. But I think I already have suspicions. Littlefinger is very evident."

"Of course, it's just an excuse. Varys is a person who wants to manipulate a powerful king. And he is sure to kill me as soon as I conquer Westeros."

And Tyrion completely agreed to that.

"And tell me, father, how many years you intend to spend in this campaign. Because if you aren't aware you are getting old and a lot of months had passed, and you didn't even conquer the Reach." But he didn't respond. After some silence, he heard his father say, "I started examining some offers of marriage for you. Gwyneth Yronwood, Tala Tarly, Alysanne Hightower, Rosline Frey, and Sansa Stark."

"All girls not yet flowered. Especially lady Yronwood, who is what...nine or ten years old."

"In two or three years, she'll be ready to make some heirs. She is the key to Dorne with the right ways, while Sansa Stark, who is already of age for a husband, is the key to the North. You have brought shame on the name of my House for too long with your whores."

"Since you've already planned my entire future, you'll forgive me if I'm going to entertain myself now."

"No. I called a council meeting and you will be present." And he saw the old and new members enter the room.

This will be a long day, and Tyrion had other plans for it, but that now has been ruined.

Yara Greyjoy POV

All the Ironborn were gathered together on the beach of Pyke, performing the Kingsmoot, ready to choose a new king, and Yara was ready to defend her claim and fight every other claimant, including her brother Theon despite, she and he have had a conversation the day of her father's funeral.

A few days before...

Many Ironborn were in attendance for her father's funeral. Her uncle Aeron Greyjoy and several Drowned Men were gathered around his's body, performing funeral rites, covering it with rocks, seaweed, and wood. So Yara approaches them with Theon, and withe the Drowned Men, walk the king's body through the shallows.

"Lord, take your servant Balon back beneath the waves. Feed the creatures of your kingdom on his flesh. Pull his bones down to your depths to rest beside his ancestors and his children," said Aeron in a high and loudly voice. Her uncle was a Priest of the Drowned God. And before that, he was a sailor. The Capitan of the Golden Storm

"What is dead may never die." Everyone who was present said.

As the Drowned God welcomed her father's body in the distance, Yara said, looking toward it, "I'm going to find out who did this. I'm going to feed them to the sharks while they live. I swear it by the Salt Throne."

"The Salt Throne is not yours to swear upon, not unless the kingsmoot chooses you," replied Aeron, turning towards her.

"My father would've wanted me to rule the Iron Islands," she said, very angrily.

"Your father does not get to choose. The law is clear. Perhaps you'll win. Perhaps you'll be the first woman in history to rule the Ironborn. And perhaps not," said Aeron, stepping out of the water. Leaving a perplexed and angry Yara, and she caught her brother smirking as he was leaving. That evening after ponderings the ones that she could rely for the support, she got very drunk and was ready to have a fight with anyone who comes through the door of the Great Hall.

And in fact, it was that asshole of her brother who entered, still having that smirk on his lips.

" What is it, sister? Are you scared that the people will choose me, who happens to be the rightful heir, as the future king of the Iron Islands?" And he poured himself some wine into a goblet.

Yara began to laugh, finishing her goblet, "If you think they'll choose you as their future King, you're wrong. But if that happens, I'll defend my claim with an axe and the iron." He said nothing, approaching the fire of the fireplace of the great hall and sat on a chair drinking.

"I will bring the Ironborn to greatness by attacking the Kingdom of King Tywin. I will build a mighty fleet that will bend the Kings of the other kingdoms," said Theon with fervor and passion looking toward the fire. What a naive bastard. He will be defeated before he even lays eyes on a city. He is a dumb man and that is why their father did not want him as the future king.

As she got up, she sat on his lap with her legs on the sides, pulling out her knife and dragging him by the hair. Pointing the knife at his eye, she said, "Look asshole. We both know that you're not strong enough to beat me and you certainly aren't worthy of becoming king. But if you continue with this shit of yours tomorrow, I'll kill you, opening you up from the cock to the neck bone." She knew that the position in which she was telling him, gave him a chance to stab her and kill her, but Yara knew that he would never do that. On the contrary, she would. "I am a better captain than you, a better sailor than you, a better warrior, and a better ruler than you. You can be my right hand, set sail under my sails and banners, follow my orders and live. Or die. So, Theon, choose. Brothers and sisters or buried in the ground?" And with that standing up she left the Great Hall.

Now…

Aeron Greyjoy was the one who was performing the Kingsmoot, "We speak in the presence of the Drowned God. In his name, we father today to choose a new king as our leader. Who makes a claim?"

Yara began to observe the men who were there waiting to see who would step forward, and looking towards her brother Theon, she saw that he was looking down, hesitantly, so Yara walked out into the open, and she had for sure the support of Harras Harlaw, to whom she promised her hand in the future if she was going to be Queen. House Harlaw was the strongest house of the Iron Islands and they had the biggest army in her. So he was vital for her claim, and rule.

"I am Yara Greyjoy, daughter of Balon Greyjoy, King of the Iron Islands. I claim the Salt Throne," she said safely looking around, with her hands on the sword and the little axe.

"We've never had a queen. Not once," intervened a man, quite forward with the age, bald, with a beard and a proud look.

"There are many things we've never done," she said, looking first at the man and then at the others. "We've never made our mark upon the world. The great Kings of Westeros pay us no mind until our little raids buzz through their kingdoms long enough to become a nuisance. Then they swat us down. They conquer us, humiliate us, and go right back to forgetting we exist," he added with disdain and god.

"Aye!"

"We are sea people." She said, gaining more confidence and getting closer to them.

"Aye!"

"Our God is a sea god," she said, returning to where she was before, and rising her voice.

"Aye!"

"When I am queen, we will build a fleet that -"

"You shall not be queen!" said someone, and she was already annoyed to be interrupted. "I am not finished!"

"Yes, you are! A woman will not lead us. Not when Balon has a male heir," said a gray-haired, white-bearded man. And everyone turned towards Theon, including her.

Yara really hoped he wouldn't come forward, she really didn't want to kill him. After all, he was still her brother, her last brother. But if she had to choose between her throne, her legitimacy and her brother, the usurper, she won't think twice in killing him.

After some silence looking toward her, Theon came forward, and Yara didn't know what his decision was.

Sighing and continuing to look down, Theon said, "It's true I am Balon Greyjoy's last male son. I am Theon Greyjoy and I'm sure you think that only a son of Balon Greyjoy, a king, can lead you." Yara was very confused by what she said and was partly sure that he was about to make his move.

"But as much as I would like to be king, I'm not worthy of it. I do not have the qualities to become one, to lead you to the conquest of Westeros and of the World. It is she the one who has them, who will lead you to glory, who was chosen by my father," Theon said pointing at Yara. "She is your rightful ruler. Those of you that have sailed under her, and there are many of you here, you know what she is. She is the best sailor on this Island despite her age."

"Aye!" Everyone shouted.

"She is a reaver!"

"Aye!"

"She is a warrior!"

"Aye!"

"She is Ironborn!"

"Aye!"

"We will find no better leader. This is our queen!" Shouted Theon pointing toward her. The men started to cheer and chant her name, and this was making her rise her chin with proud, and she caught her little brother's gaze. They stared at each other for a moment, and he smiled, nodding in an approval, to make a speech. She was proud of Theon for making the right choice for our Kingdom.

When Yara was ready to make a great speech, she heard a voice coming from the crowd, "I'm Euron Greyjoy." That voice, and the man that possessed it. She thought he was dead a long time ago, but now everything was coming together. He was the one to kill her father. He wanted to be King.

The men fall silent. And her uncle, Euron Greyjoy appears and walks through the crowd towards her and Theon.

"I claim the Salt Throne." Euron said emerges from the crowd and standing before her and Theon. He looks at her with a devilish smile. "Niece." Then he looks at Theon and walking up to him. "Nephew. Little Theon. You've grown a lot since the last time I saw." Patting him on the cheek, then turns to face the crowd.

"When I was in Essos, I heard so many stories of how the Prince of Pyke or I must say former Prince of Pyke, was captured at every city he attacked. Great Ironborn deeds," added Euron in a mocking way, in a mocking way, and everyone began to laugh. The Law of the Ironborns was Raid or die. And Yara remembered the shame that Theon's action brought to her father, before the Ironborns, and how many gold and other stuffs he need to spend for his realis.

"Now explains why you think a woman can be Ruler of the Iron Island," asked Euron to Theon, pointing at her

"When did you return, Uncle?" asked Yara ignoring his question.

"A few days ago. I had some things to take care of. Long overdue."

"I'm glad you're here. Now I know what my first act as queen will be. To execute the man who killed my father." And the men murmur to each other.

Looking around, he said, opening his arms, "I did. I killed him. Threw him right over a rope bridge and watched him fall. He was leading us nowhere and we would still be heading there if it weren't for me. No one loved him. No one wanted to follow him. He led us in wars we couldn't win. I apologize to you all for not killing him years ago."

"That would have been hard to do. You weren't here. Last I heard, you were gallivanting around the world having a grand old time.

"Gallivanting? Is this the new word that an Iron borne uses after had been prisoned in the prisons of Essos?"

"You were gone. Me and Yara were here. She was her. Being Ironborn. Leading Ironborn. Getting ready to bring us back to glory."

"And how will she do that?

"I will build the largest fleet the world has ever seen," she said turning to the crowd.

"Right idea, except I'm the one who's going to build the Iron Fleet because I'm the one who knows how to use it. I've been all over the world. I've seen more of it than all of you combined. I'm going to build that fleet and I'm going to attack Westeros and especially the North. I'll become the King of the North and the Iron Islands, and I'm going to kill their king." Then placing his hand on his trousers, added, "Then I'm going to fuck their dragon Queen with this big cock, and she will give me an heir. A strong Ironborn."

Everyone began to laugh.

"You're going to attack the North who has a thousand ships divided on the sides of the continent, kill their King who is said that is more dangerous than anyone that had walked on this earth, and you want to take his Dragon Queen?" asked Theon in disbelief.

"Yes, after all, the king is ball-less and cockles and his queen had thousands of lovers in her bed because he can't satisfy her, and even consume the marriage. So soon she will taste a real cock and she will feel the strong seed of an Ironborn and with the blood of the Targaryen Queen from the North, we will Conquer Westeros. I may even share with you because the tales say that she is so wild in bed that she is welcoming more than one man in bed." Everyone laughed, and Euron added. "I wasn't born to be king. I paid the iron price and here I stand."

The Ironborn began to cheer and chant Euron's name.

"Yara, we can't defeat him right now. We need to leave," Theon said, whispering to her, and placing a hand on her shoulder. She knew that he was right, and this was her end. She can't defeat her uncle, after the stories that her father told her. She knows how dangerous he was, and especially because of the dark magic that he posse.

So she needed to leave the Islands and find allies. Strong allies, in Essos or in Westeros. And try to bring on her side, her uncle Victarion and his fleet, who was lost somewhere along the coast of Essos.

So when everyone headed to the beach Yara gathered those who were most loyal to her and headed to the harbor, through the secret tunnels of Pyke, taking her remaining fleet and leaving the islands. As the ships departed, Yara, looking towards Pyke, swore to return and kill the usurper of her throne.

In the North...

Jon Stark POV

He was in the Godswood when he felt as if something horrible was about to happen, and when he heard the cry of a girl, a girl he knew well, he rushed there.

And he saw her, on the ground with a man holding her down and another man about to rape her, starting to lift her dress as she stroked.

"Dany!" screamed Jon, waking up with anxiety as if he hadn't been in his own body. Looking around, Jon realized that he was in the cave of the tree man.

Jon began to catch his breath, and as he got up, he headed toward the exit of the cave. The sun was rising, the fields were covered in snow and there was no sign of the battle that time before it had been fought against the undead. He burned the bodies of those who had died through the nights, and he knows that they will need soon to leave. They still had a long way to go and who knows how many dangers to face.

Sitting on the ground with ice on his shoulder, Jon looked at the landscape and took a mighty breath of cold air. He was still shaken by what he saw, and his blood boiled, but he felt how the fresh air was slowly extinguishing it.

He did not know if what he saw was anything real, whether it happened or was happening, or will happen. But what is certain, is that if someone tries to rape his Dany, or does, he will slaughter the whole world to find him and kill him slowly with his bare hands. And this he swore before this Weirwood tree, and on the blood that was flowing in his body. Recalling the way his eyes saw during that dream, Jon realized that he warged in Ghost, even though he didn't understand how he could do it from so far, but that put his heart to some peace because he knows Ghost will always protect her, and his family.

"Your Grace, are you all right?" Jon heard someone ask and bring him back from his thoughts. Turning around, he saw that it was Viserys.

"Yes. I only had a bad dream, and I needed some fresh air," replied Jon, looking back at the beautiful view. How much he would like to enjoy it in the company of Daenerys, in her arms. Hold her and kiss her while they waited for the sunrise or sunset. Or make love under the starry sky of the North with only the heat of their bodies to warm them up. The tastes of her kisses and the union of their bodies.

"Would you like to talk about this bad dream, your grace?" asked Viserys sitting next to him, with Darksister in his lap.

"I saw two men trying to rape Daenerys."

"What?" Asked Viserys worried.

"It was just a dream, Vis, nothing more. I'm sure she's fine. She's a strong girl and will never let that happen to her," replied Jon trying to be confident.

"Yes, you're right. There are ten thousand Unsullied, and half of Wolfsguard. And especially Dacey. She will never let her out of her sight."

" You really are in love with her," said Jon. Dacey was one of his best friends, he knew her since he was a child and he didn't want her to suffer.

"Is it so evident?" Viserys asked, looking forward towards the landscape.

"Yes," replied Jon chuckling. "From the moment you joined my Wolfsguard. I saw the way you looked at her."

"Yes. And I know that nothing will ever happen between us. She doesn't return them, and there is also the oath that forbids..."

"Fuck that part of the oath, Vis. We're just mortals. Men and Women who have needs and desires, weaknesses. I never agreed with the part where it required celibacy."

"Yes but..."

"For me, what matters is that you will be true to your oath to protect the king and the royal family. That's all."

And Jon saw how Viserys lowered his head, "Anyway, it didn't happen, and nothing will ever happen, you don't have to worry about it."

"Why are you so sure?" asked Jon.

"Because she said there could never be anything between us after she kissed me on the night of your wedding feast."

"Did Dacey kiss you?" said Jon chuckling, not believing. Dacey is usually very private, strong and serious and she doesn't kiss anyone. So that meant she must really be in love with Viserys.

"Yes, but for sure she did because she was drunk. We know that wine dulls your senses and makes you do..."

"There's no one in Winterfell who knows how to handle the wine better than Dacey. There's not a man who can stand up to the Mormont in a drinking competition. I tried once, but after five cups I was down while she was still fresh. "

"So you think I should make my move?" he asked in an almost hopeful voice and expression.

Jon laughed, and standing up, putting his hand on Viserys' shoulder and looking down, he said, " Trying it doesn't hurt. That's something I learned from your sister. But don't make her angry or you'll regret it. There's nothing more dangerous than an angry Mormont woman." And he headed into the cave, and Viserys followed him, laughing

"Your grace, we must ration even more the supplies that are left to us. And we need to leave by today," said Arthur, coming in front of him.

Jon nodded and approached the Three-Eyed Raven, "Lord Brynden if you have to show me something do it now because I need to leave. Winter is already here; our supplies are ending and we still have to reach two more camps and who knows where the Undead are.

"Yes. The time has come to show you the past and for you to leave this cave because the Night King is coming here."

Hearing that, Jon was about to ask why he was heading here, but the three-eyed raven said, "Grab the roots, Jon." And he did so, being taken to a place, or rather a vision.

He and the Three-eyed raven were walking together, approaching a Weirwood tree encircled by many stones formed a symbol, a spiral. A Child of the Forest was running between the stones, so Jon and the Three-eyed raven follow her. They saw a group of the Children crouching in a circle, whispering to each other, and then he saw her. Leaf standing up and carrying a shard of something dark in her hand. Like a dagger of black glass, or more precisely, Dragonglass. She approaches a man who was bound to the Weirwood tree, and that had hate and fear in his eyes.

"No! No! No!" shouted the man, despite having a rope on his mouth.

Leaf slowly drives the shard into the man's heart until it disappears inside his chest and the man's eyes turned blue.

The image began to jump quickly, until he found himself on a land full of dead bodies that were raised up, by an Icey man with a crown, a dark armour and a sword on his back.

Jon releases the root of the tree and wakes up from the vision, could no longer bear the massacre of the people from the vision. And he was shocked by what he had seen, and he could not believe it. When he saw that Leaf was watching him, he said, "It was you. You made the White Walkers. You made the Night King."

"We were at war. We were being slaughtered. Our sacred trees cut down. We needed to defend ourselves," she responded in a kind of worried way, and Jon could see through her green eyes the fear, and maybe even some regret.

"From whom?" asked Jon, swallowing up.

"From you. From men." Leaf answered, leaving the cave to go outside. Jon glanced at Arthur and his men, and then asked the Three-Eyed Raven, "Who was the man that was transformed?"

"Brandon of the Bloody Blade, the father of Brandon the Builder. Your ancestor."

"I heard about him in the ancient tales. He led the giants from the Reach and waged war against the children of the forest."

"Yes. And they created a weapon to protect them from their attackers, using one of them as a weapon."

"And doming everyone," Jon said angrily, and his heart was beating fast. "Their weapon had turned against them."

" Can you blame him, Jon Stark? Our kind was slaughtering them and destroying their gods. What else could they do to stop us than to create something worse than our kind?"

"That doesn't justify what they did. And apparently their tool turned against them."

"Yes. He had his own will, for the Children underestimated his power. He was like us, Jon. A Warg, a Greensight, and as King of the Night and White Walker, a lot of new powers from the Great Other, who corrupted him even more."

"And how do I kill such a creature?" asked Jon very concerned.

"I don't know. No one knows other than Azor Ahai. But you can't face his army alone. You need the dragon's fire to extinguish his army before you even try and challenge him."

"The Dragons are extinct," said Jon, not wanting to mention the two dragon eggs. He did not trust this Three-eyed raven, but he had a suspicion that he already knew about the eggs.

So quickly changing the subject he asked, "In my dreams since I was a child, I see a woman. Beautiful, silver-blonde hair, blue eyes, and icy skin. A seductive attitude with a wonderful and seductive body. Big breast, amazing forms and ass," but realizing he was going off the subject, he got right to the point, "But she never told me her name, only that she was a queen, and she helped me understand my powers."

"She used you not helped you. She seduced you with her beauty," The old raven replied. "She was his queen and before that, she was a Valyrian Princess."

"And did you see this in your visions?"

"Yes. And I'll show you. But first I want to ask you what she promised you?"

"The world. She would help me understand my powers, and in return, I would free her and make her my queen. Together we will conquer the know World," Jon replied, perfectly remembering that moment. And he was young, naive, and easily corruptible, and now feared the repercussions of that promise.

"And you betrayed her by marring the Targaryen girl. Your current queen, and putting her in danger. You know, this is a great surprise. That she wants to reign with you, considering that you're not a Brandon."

"A Brandon?"

"She has a weak spot for the Brandon. Her too previous lovers and King's were two Brandon," Brynden said.

Damn. His brother was Brandon. And he really hoped that he didn't have any powers. That Tully bitch had always kept him away from Jon, especially recently.

"What was her name?" asked Jon.

"Jaenara II Belaerys," replied the old man. Jon has never heard of her. "Now grab the root." And he was immediately transported back.

Jon and the old man were on the Wall, looking to the true North. There was a storm coming, and then he heard a big roar coming from above.

"What's going on?" Jon asked and found himself in the middle of the storm. Continuing upward, he saw a big dark shadow flying in the sky. "Is it a bird?"

"No. It is a Valyrian dragon that belongs to Jaenara Belaerys," but just when the Old Raven said that Jon saw the dragon fall from the sky, with a strong painful cry, leaving a trail of blood. He crashes into an icy lake, and then he sees him sinking.

"Why show me this, raven?" but he did not answer. Then Jon heard moans and screams coming from where the ice was destroyed. It was her. She was the woman, and she was clinging to the ice slipping.

"Help me," she said, in tears and screaming. "Help me! Please!"

"Can she see us?" asked Jon, not knowing how all these visions worked with the raven, and especially since it was as if she was asking Jon for help, but the raven didn't answer.

After several attempts, the woman managed to get out, but fell on her knees, trembling, because of the cold and because she was soaked. Jon began to approach her, and for a moment he felt pity for the woman. She has just lost her dragon and will soon lose her life because the Night King was there. Now he understood to whom she asked, help. She asked the Night King.

"What do you want to show me with this?" asked Jon, a bit angry. He really didn't understand.

"It's not obvious. Much more chaos and destruction will come if the queen of the Undead is released."

"That icy bastard wants to resurrect the dragon that has been dead for thousands of years, but he can't ride it, can he? He doesn't have Dragon's blood," Jon said, finally realizing the plan of all of them. The queen wanted to be freed, go to the King of the Night and resurrect the dragon to bend the world. If that happens, they are fucked.

"A dragon is not a slave, Jon Stark. You can try and bent him to his knee, you can try to corrupt him, but you can't bend him to your will, may it be a living one or a dead one. He will remain bonded to his rider." At that moment, Jon heard the woman moaning again, and saw the Night King grab her by the face and turn her into a White Walker. Now she was kneeling in front of him, but no more in fear, no more trembling, only looking him in the eye. And on her face, it could be seen her trails of tears frozen.

Then his army appeared around them, and it was mightily. When he saw that the Night King and everyone else turned to him and was charging against him, he immediately broke the contact.

"He saw us. And he knew that I'm here."

"Yes. And now that you know everything about him Jon, you have to leave the cave. You must hatch your eggs as soon as possible. Grow your silver dragon in the icy winds of winter while your queen's dragon grows in the Hotsprings of your capital. The Wall will give you time to prepare your Kingdom for their arrival, but the moment it falls, you will not have protection.

"But..."

"Get ready." And he goes back into his visions.

Jon was speechless and saw GreatJon and Mance approaching.

"You saw him, didn't you?" Mance asked.

And Jon nodded, and then heard the GrandeJon ask, "What does he look like, that bloody bastard?"

"Crowned, blue, strong. He killed a dragon, he has many powers, and his queen is imprisoned in Winterfell."

"So that bastard is a romantic and has a broken heart," commented the GreatJon, laughing with his strong voice.

"Prepare the men, my lord. It's time to leave," and the Great Jon nodded, beginning to shout and wake up the men, in his own way.

Arthur and Viserys also approached, and Jon said, "As long as the Wall is standing, he will not pass.

"And how does he plan to invade the Seven Kingdoms? With dreams and hopes," asked Robb chuckling, as he was approaching, with Tormund at his side.

"That bloody bastard will surely be looking for the Horn of Winter," Tormund commented, folding his arms in front of his mighty chest.

"The Horn of Winter?" asked Jon. He had heard some hints about it, but nothing more.

When I became king, I looked all over the land beyond the Wall for the Horn of Winter, also known as the Horn of Joramun. The tales say that it is able to awaken the giants from the earth and bring down the Great Wall that is made of Magic.

"Did you find it?"

"No."

Suddenly they felt the earth and the cave tremble, and two of his Wolfsguard and the GreatJon, approaching him, "That bastard is here!"

"We have to leave!" said Arthur.

"Jon Stark. This way," said Leaf, and everyone followed her, giving one last look to the crow. "Leave him. The Night King wants him. You had time to run now."

Jon and all his men exited through a back door, on the other side, but they could hear the dead men coming, and the Children of the Forest throwing something burning and exploding.

As they were running away from the cave, Jon could see in the distance, the cave on fire, and the Weirwood tree.