Sorry for the long wait, I've been focusing more on my other fic. But trying to make time for this one.

Enjoy ^^

The evening is closing in after the ordeal with the Lannister lions, and the pack once again reformed in case of another attack. While Ned is knocked out cold, Robb took his place at the moment to help his father. They are going to expect that Tywin would wage war or attack the North again.

All for the sake of one innocent Dragon cub.

Benjen pads the hills up the forest, searching for any signs of them. His time as a ranger helped him track people down easily, but to have a Dragon to track down isn't something easy. He had made the other pack member let him search up North so that if he did find her, he can instruct her to leave for Castle Black immediately. And here he is, a lone ranger out in the forest.

His eyes looked around carefully whilst thinking. That White Dragon cub helped them ward the lions off, it knew that they are a threat. How did it know about it? Could that Dragon be Dany? But that's not possible, the Targaryens are unable to shift since the days of Aerion and Aerys the Mad.

However, they all too believed that the Dragons are all extinct, and there was Dany, found by none other than his dear sister's son. And the Seer Python, they appeared once again after a very long time. At this point, anything is possible. Could the ritual that Melisandre performed to Jon and Dany awake the dragon within them?

As climbed up a tree, overlooking the forest beyond, he spotted a small bundle of grey fur. His grey eyes squinted to see that a small pup pads slowly down the hill. Nymeria!

The panther immediately dropped down the ground swiftly and ran towards his niece, Nym!

The grey pup perked up at her name being called. She immediately ran up to her uncle and shifted, "Uncle Benjen!"

The panther turned back as well, "Arya, where were you? We've been looking all over for you!"

"I…." she stuttered, "I was with Jon and Dany," She said softly.

"What?" Benjen gasped, "You found them?" She nodded sadly, to which he noticed, "Did they leave for the up North?"

She nodded, "They are never coming back, are they?" she meekly asked, her eyes began welling up.

Benjen looked at his niece sadly, the little girl who reminded him so much like Lyanna. How he wishes that none of this could happen.

He pats her head, "They will, one day," he said, "As you saw, the North is no longer safe for them now that Robert is no longer King. And with his son as King, Tywin has full control of the Seven Kingdoms together with their clans."

Arya looked down sadly, "It'd be such a long time then."

Benjen sighed, thinking of how sad his niece would be for the next days to come. They have seen the three of them together most of the time, and to lose someone so dear to her at a young age is heart breaking.

He immediately thought of something, "Tell you what, pup," he kneeled down to meet her eyes, "Maybe one day we can visit them, how does that sound?"

Arya mouth then twitched to a smile at the mention, "Can we?"

"Sure, pup," he strokes her hair to comfort her, "I've been there a couple of times to negotiate some resources to be transferred to Castle Black. I'm sure a little visit wouldn't hurt."

Her smile began to widen, "Take me with you?"

"Of course," he kissed her forehead, "I'm certain they'd want to meet you as well."

Arya immediately wrapped her little arms around his neck, surprising Benjen. It's rare to see Arya this affectionate, his niece is always as tough as his sister, never ever showing her weak side to anyone. But to think that Jon and Dany leaving made her this disheartened….

"I miss them already," Arya murmured.

"Aye, me too, Arya," Benjen replied back, running his hand up and down her back, "We'll see them again soon. I promise."

He felt her nod and still clung to him.

"Why don't we go back home?" What is home to a cub who lost her important sibling, he thought.

Arya nodded quietly as they pulled away. Benjen shifted back to his form and so did Arya, and uncle and niece quietly pad back towards Winterfell.

As Benjen was several feet away, he noticed that he couldn't hear her walking behind him. He turned back to see his niece looking back as if looking for someone. After a while, she looked back ahead and pads towards him.

The air became colder and colder the further up ahead they went, Dany had never felt this chilly air when she scouted with Jon. Even though it's Spring, there are still snow and she can hear the crunching sounds when Ghost ran. The wind is freezing her cheeks, making her shiver as she pulled her cloak tighter around her. If it weren't for his thick fur, she would've asked Ghost to slow down.

And as if reading her mind, Ghost huffed, Are you alright, Dany? He asked as gracefully ran up the hills.

She nodded, "I'm fine."

We can stop for a while if you are tired, he offered.

"No," she rejected, "We can't let the Lannisters come after us."

It's not like you can't fly away from them.

"No, I'm not going to give the North more burden because of my presence alone," she said determinedly, "My attack on them must've provoked their ego."

It probably did, he chuckled, Hang on tight then, I'm going to go a little faster.

"Alright," she noted, she held onto his fur tighter and Ghost dashed forward faster. Dany took notice that he had been running faster than he used to when they scouted together, it's as if he ran like the wind, "You've grown faster."

Aye, he said as he looked forward, not certain why though.

"I see," she hummed and held on his fur tighter.

By the time they reached the gates of Castle Black, the sky had turned dark. Dany is surprised that Ghost can still see in such darkness, this had never happened before. She couldn't see much until she saw bright lights ahead, spots of red, yellow fire illuminating the dark.

Almost there, Ghost panted.

When they reached the gates, she saw there are shadows looming from the top. Panthers! There are yellow eyes just watching them carefully as if they knew that they are coming. A panther gracefully crawled down from the battlement gates and land at the wall's edge, State your business, wolf.

Ghost turned back to meet her eyes, Perhaps I should shift back from here.

"Alright," she said, and Ghost gently lowered himself down and she dismounted him.

He immediately shifted back to his human form, his grey eyes meeting hers, "You good?"

"I'm fine," she always loves the way he asked her how she's doing, the fierce wolf she came to know first became a gentleman. Her husband. "Are you tired?"

"I'm fine," he said, then he turned back to the panther watching them from the wall edge, "I'm Jon Snow, and this is Daenerys, we've been instructed to come here by the orders from Benjen Stark."

The panther's eyes looked carefully at them both as if staring deep into their souls. Dany got chills just from that, and it's not even from the cold.

After a moment, the panther looked up to his other fellow panthers and roared, Open the gates.

Dany can hear other roars from inside the castle, and the turning of some gears for the gates to open. The panther then gracefully lands from one edge to another and dropped down on the ground, padding towards them. His size is as big as Benjen's form himself, the only difference is that his pelt indicated that he is older. He shifted to a human form, the paw steps turned to the sound of boots crunching the snow, the black armors emerged, weighing his steps. His white grey-black fur turned to white hair and wrinkled skin emerged, "You must be Benjen's nephew, Jon. He mentioned about your arrival, and so did Ser Barristan."

"Ser Barristan is here?" Jon asked.

"Aye," he said, his attention then turned to Dany, making her nervous "and he mentioned about you too, Lady Targaryen."

Dany flinched at the mention of her name, it has been years since she heard her real name. She bowed to him, "Thank you, Ser…."

"Jeor Mormont, cubs," the older man said, "Lord Commander of the Night's Watch."

"Ser Jeor," Jon exclaimed in surprise, "My uncle spoke highly of you."

He chuckled, "A great ranger, your uncle is. And it seems that he had worked well on training you… until our dragon cub arrived of course." He looked at Dany.

At that mention, she found herself shying away. This lord expected Jon to join their Watch and ever since Jon found her, he didn't hesitate to decline the offer.

"It's fine, little Dragon cub," Jeor said, "It's an offer, not a mandatory invitation. Come, there are a few people whom you'd want to meet." As he said that, the gates are wide opened and Lord Jeor led them in.

The castle reminded her a few of Winterfell's grounds, but Castle Black's is smaller. There were members of the Night's Watch training and some were doing other duties, but the scenery is duller than Winterfell. Not only it's cold, but there were more terrifying weapons lying around the place. Battle Axes, dead bodies, and a lot of armor.

As they entered the castle, Dany can feel all the attention on her. Did they know that she is a Targaryen? She had worn her cape and put her hood up to cover her silver hair to hide. But the stares of the panthers made her nervous. There were murmurs as they stared at them as well, making her wonder if they are any different than the Lannisters or even Theon. She felt terrified the way they talked about her and Jon. She held onto Jon's arm, tightening his grip, feeling more secure with him. Jon must've felt her fear, he immediately held her hand firmly and had her walk closely with him.

When they arrived at the grounds, Jeor stopped, "Wait here, I shall call our Lord Commanders and Ser Barristan." He then walked up the starts and into the castle.

"I don't like it here," Dany whispered to Jon's ear, "how could you even thought about coming here?"

"That was before, right?" Jon said, "Besides, we are not going to stay here long."

Dany huffed, wishing that Lord Jeor would hurry up to let them in. The constant stares of the other members of the Night's Watch are making her even more terrified.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the bastard of Winterfell," a man with a full-grown beard sneered, making the both of them turn towards him. He walked up to them, "You are long overdue to join us."

Dany held his arm tighter, pulling him away from him before he made another fight.

"I declined the invitation to sign up," Jon answered back, "I have other matters to pursue, now please leave us be." Jon tugged her to go elsewhere, to which she followed.

"We've heard your little Running test didn't go well, bastard," he shouted back, making Jon pause.

Oh no, she thought, she quickly turned to him, "Jon, don't listen to him." His face looked so frozen, she hoped that he won't be provoked by his taunts.

The man didn't care, "Pathetic," he laughed, "you lost to someone who isn't even a wolf himself, Theon Greyjoy. I bet their old gods would be ashamed for you that the panther was able to outrun ya'." The other members who heard him laughed at his comments.

"Jon, love," Dany moved in front of him, his face looked so provoked as if ready to pounce at any moment, "Do not listen to a word he said. It's all lies."

"And who is this lovely lady over here," at this point, the man had come closer to them as his voice is louder now, making Dany turn back in shock, "Ahh, is she to be your comfort lady after you failed the test?"

"Back off," she stated firmly, standing in between Jon and this disgusting man.

"Ahh, a feisty one," he sneered, "Perhaps if you'd like to share her with me…"

"I am married to Jon Snow," she proudly said to him, "So if you'd be so polite to leave us be, I would gladly accept."

"Married?" he laughed, "To this boy?" he pointed to Jon in disbelief. Then he turned back to the Night's Watch members watching the scene, "You hear that men? This little girl is married to Jon Snow." There were only small chuckles and laughter heard, making Dany furious. The man looked back at her as if she were a child, "You little girl needs to be taught what a real man should be for their lady," he then grabbed her arm, startling her, "And I think I can help you with that…."

But the man didn't finish his words, for Ghost charged at him, pushing him away from them. The man was thrown back several feet, but he too shifted to his panther form midair. His form is bulkier than the ones she used to see from Benjen, this man is more muscular and huger, he can probably take on Ghost.

When Dany turned to see Ghost by her side, she noticed something different about the direwolf she used to watch. Dany felt like he is taller, and his tail longer. And the way he snarled, it sounded louder. His teeth are longer than any wolves she had seen. And his eyes, it's like a reptilian.

Stay away from us, he barked, but it sounded like a roar.

The panther growled back, baring his fangs. The other Watchmen came to his side, growling at them both. Ghost immediately stood in front of Dany, protecting her from their view.

"Jon, please turn back, stop this," she called the human inside him as she bunched his fur in her hand. If the Lannisters know of their whereabouts, all their plans are for nothing.

Ghost looked at her with sympathy, as if wanting to follow her words but the constant growling from the other panthers isn't allowing it. The White Wolf snarled back, trying to keep them away.

Hey, you've started this, boy, the panther mocked him, so you can't complain.

Dany felt Ghost's muscles became bulkier, his fur stands up, and his lips curled up even wider, I said, he growled, STAND! DOWN!

Ghost… roared? And it echoed the grounds. The once threatened panthers turned shocked in an instant. Was it truly Ghost?

Another roar echoed again, but this time, Dany was sure it wasn't him. A white blur landed between them, shielding her and Ghost from the other panthers. Ser Barristan!

The white old lion roared loudly, trembling the panthers even further, "I believe you men wouldn't want to pick a fight a young boy now, do you?"

The panthers murmured to each other, ears back flat as if ashamed.

Beside them, there are footsteps coming, belonging to be none other than Lord Jeor himself, "Men, I expect that your tasks are to be done before tomorrow, especially you Rast. So, please get back to your stations and do not waste any more time," he barked.

The Lord's orders affected the panthers, for they scurried back to their duties, some shifted back to their human form and paid no more attention to Jon and Dany.

Once they were all dismissed, the lion's stance relaxed, his head held up high. Then he turned back to the cubs, "Why is it that every time there is an argument, I'll always find you both there," he said sarcastically, "It's no wonder I must come with you."

Dany smiled happily to see the old man who first saved them from his own people, the man whom even though he served under Robert Baratheon, his heart will always belong to the Dragon family. "Ser Barristan," she smiled and flung herself at the lion, wrapping her arms on his white shaggy mane.

The old lion chuckled, "It's good to see you well," he purred against her and his eyes looked at Jon, "And especially you, young Jon."

Ghost turned back to his human form, "It's good to see you too, Ser Barristan," he said, "Is it true that you will be coming with us to… wherever we are going?"

"Aye," he rumbled before shifting back to his human form as Dany pulled away, "I have already secured a ship for us all tomorrow morning at East Watch."

"Tonight?" Dany gasped, that fast?

He nodded, "A ship is due to leave soon, and if we wait another moment, we cannot guarantee when will the next one come. And by then, the Lannisters would come looking for you both again."

"Oh," Dany murmured sadly, this is so sudden. She hoped that she could take another last look at the North where she had formed a happy life there with the Starks at the morrow, but that doesn't seem to be possible now.

Jon held her tightly at her side, "Since the ship is at East Watch, have you gotten the papers from the Lord Commanders to let us through?"

"Actually, having just me is enough," Ser Barristan chuckled, "Though I did prepare one just in case."

"What?" Jon sounded confused, "Then why are we here?"

He sighed, "There's someone else I'd like you both to meet before we leave. Come follow me, cubs," he walked towards the castle with Jeor, and the cubs followed them.

When they went up the stairs and into one of the rooms, Jeor opened the door for them, "He is waiting for you, cub," he was looking at Dany. She blinked, just who wanted to meet her?

The room inside is dull and a little bit warm. A fire burns brightly at its hearth, tables and shelves are filled with books and a raven sat quietly on the window. There, in front of the hearth sat an old man and a fat young man. The fat man seemed to be serving something to the elder man, then he gathered his tray and heads towards the entrance, not before bumping to Jon and Dany, "Oh, visitors!" he exclaimed, "It's rare for someone to come by, the Maester will be so delighted."

"Aye," Ser Barristan agreed, "a small company will do the old man good, especially this young lady here." Me? Dany turned to the old Knight, but he warmly smiled at her, "Go on, Dany, you have a long-overdue conversation with this old man."

"If you both need anything, please let me know, Ser Barristan," he said.

"Aye, thank you…ermm."

"Samwell, Sire. But you may call me Sam," he mumbled skittishly, "I'll be back with some warm tea for Maester Aemon." And at that, he left them in the room.

Aemon? Isn't that a Targaryen name? Dany thought in confusion.

"Go on, Daenerys," Ser Barristan insisted encouragingly, "Your uncle would like to meet you."

"That is a name I have not heard in a long while," the old man mumbled, "Samwell, do I have another letter about her?"

The voice of the weary older man broke her heart, it sounded like he was so desperate. She looked at Jon, feeling nervous about whether she can move towards the old man. But all he did was smile at her, "Go ahead, love."

She swallowed nervously and turned back towards the old man looking at the fire. She walked slowly towards him, the sound of her footstep made the faintest noise, to which he must've picked up, "Samwell, is there a woman in this room?"

Dany is confused now, can this man see? She approached him and sat at the chair in front of him. This old man is looking at her, yet he doesn't look like he can see her. His eyes are so white, and that's when she noticed that he is blind. Her heart broke at that knowledge.

"So, we do have a woman among us," the old man said, still looking straight ahead but not at her eyes, "You must forgive me, my lady. These old bones are not in the best shape, and so are my eyes. But no matter, a guest is a guest. I am Maester Aemon, a brother of the Night's Watch. How may I be of service, my lady?"

Dany gripped her hand firmly, staying strong to not cry. How long has this man endured the oath of the Night's Watch? And this man happens to be… her uncle? Uncle Aemon? Her blood. Dany turned back to Ser Barristan and Jon, who are watching them carefully, signaling help. The old knight is still nodding at her with encouragement at her.

Dany turned back to him, the last living member of her family. She didn't even know that he is still alive, and to know that someone from her family is alive comforts her.

She pursed her lips, holding back tears of sadness and happiness, "Uncle Aemon?" she croaked.

His smile faded to disbelief at what he had heard her say, "What did you call me?"

Dany swallowed, bringing her chair forward, "Uncle Aemon," she mumbled again, "It's me, Uncle. Daenerys Targaryen."

The old man 'stared' at her in disbelief, he lifted his hands, "Come closer, my child."

She obeyed and knelt in front of him so that he can be at her eye level and held his open palms. The old man held her as firmly as he can, then he lifted his hand to her face, feeling her cheeks, nose, and her long hair gently. "Are you really here, Dany?" his voice came with a crack.

Dany couldn't hold back her tears, "Yes, uncle. I'm here," she cried desperately, wanting him to know that she is here with him, "It's me. My parents were Rhaella and Aerys Targaryen. My brothers were Rhaegar and Viserys. I lived with the Starks afterward when Jon rescued me from the Lannisters."

Maester Aemon held her cheeks as he listened to her, his mouth opened and it became a smile, "You look just like your mother, Dany," he sobbed.

That did it. At that moment, she let allowed her tears to flow freely and embraced him. Relishing the feeling that she has a living family who bore the same name as her, and not mad like her father or brother. Here, is a loving uncle whom she never knew is still alive.

"There, there, now, child," he comforted her, rubbing her back gently just like how Jon did with her, "Everything is going to be alright, you'll see."

She nodded, trusting his words, and allowed herself to be in the embrace of a long-lost uncle.