He was flying though the night, he felt the chilly night air of the North, but the cold of the North was not enough to cool his rage. He had never felt this way before in his short life. Not even when his mother had betrayed him and his brother and locked them in the dark.
They had hurt his rider. No, they had killed him, and he would get his revenge. He would burn them all. He would rain such fire down upon them like never had been seen before and never would be seen again.
He had felt fear for the first time in his life when the connection with his rider had gone out. A dragon was not meant to feel fear, but that had given away to the anger almost immediately, and he had resolved to fly over to the place that his rider was and lay waste to the ones that dared to hurt his rider.
He felt Viserion close behind him. His brother could feel his rage at the injustice of being so close to his rider and having someone snatch him away, when Rhaegal was so close to claiming him.
But then he felt it, where before had been an ember, now there was a roaring dragonfire. His connection with his rider was back and it was stronger than before. His rider was alive again. He felt hope rekindle in his heart.
He had to find him quickly before someone could hurt him again.
Everything was dark all around him. Despite the soothing, warm darkness that he felt. He could feel rage and fear. Why was he so angry and afraid? It was warm, peaceful and tranquil here, why should he be angry?
And then with a loud crack, the world shattered. The peace was gone, never to return again. There was another crack heard close by and his eyes flew open. He could see smoke from a fire that seemed all around him, and turned the stars blood red.
The third crack was heard along with chirping. He could also hear someone crying. It was a loud sobbing of someone grieving a passing of a loved one.
At the fourth crack he realized that he was lying on a pyre. There was something crawling on him, several somethings in fact.
Bronze eyes looked at him as if to tell him it was time to get up and stop lying about. The eyes belonged to blue creature that could only be a very small dragon. Jon manage to sit up and the little blue dragon was now in his lap. The blue dragon had bronze colored horns crawled to his shoulder to make room for three other little dragons. One was a beautiful shimmering silver with golden horns, the third was red with golden horns and eyes, with a little hint of black amongst the red. The last one was a pale green with streaks of silver all over his body.
The four little dragons were crawling all over him and chirping and letting out small shrikes. He could hardly believe that he had a dragon on his shoulder and three other dragons in his lap. Jon looked around and saw fire all round him. But the fire wasn't burning him, it was comforting and warm. It seemed to lick his skin but strangely it didn't burn him. No, the fire was making him stronger than ever before.
It stirred a memory, not his own, but a memory that belonged to another. Then it hit him like a Morningstar. The memory belonged to Rhaegal, his very first memory, it was from when he and his brothers were hatched. They too had been hatched on a pyre when Daenerys Targaryen had burned the body of her husband.
Then Jon realized the horrible truth. He wasn't angry or afraid, Rhaegal was, and he was coming here to avenge him, with fire and blood.
He had to move quickly, he had to stop Rhaegal from burning Castle Black to ash and everyone with it.
He closed his eyes and for the first time he tried to consciously warg into Rhaegal. It was strange and different from Ghost but at the same time it was familiar and surprisingly easy, like the dragon was welcoming him. Jon managed to calm Rhaegal enough to get the dragons to hide an hour´s ride from Castle Black, but he had to assure Rhaegal that Jon would come to him very soon. He didn't want anyone to know he had two large dragons yet, the four small ones were shocking enough for now.
He put the silver and golden dragon on his other shoulder and gathered the pale green one and the red and golden one in his arms and stood up. He had to get of this pyre, he looked around and saw to his right was a possible way down. But it was hard to see anything through the blazing inferno.
He spied a place that he could use to get down of the pyre. He took one step, and then another and another until he stumbled ungracefully out of the pyre. Jon looked around and saw fearful, grieve struck faces of his sworn brothers. Ser Davos was also here along with Stannis´s red witch and a handful of Baratheon men. Everyone was looking at him in fear and disbelieve. Jon looked at the group assembled in the courtyard.
Then he saw her, she had grown taller since he last saw her and even more beautiful. She was flanked by an incredibly tall woman with blonde hair, a young man with dark hair and Ghost.
"…Sansa?" He could only whisper. Jon tried to take another step towards her, but he fell on one knee in the snow, and that seemed to break the spell of shocked silence in the courtyard. While he knew the fire had made him stronger that before, he felt disoriented and a little lightheaded. Coming back from the dead was hard work, but the lightheadedness would wear off soon, that much he knew.
Then the red woman fell to her knees and started to loudly pray to her red god and the Baratheon men with her.
But Sansa ran towards him, crying as she fell to her knees in front of him. She grasped his face with her hands and pulled him to her chest. Dragons and all.
"I thought you were dead, Jon." She sobbed into his curly, dark hair.
Before he could replay, something started to lick the side of his face that was not buried in Sansa´s clothes. Jon managed to look at Ghost, who was making soft whines.
Jon heard someone else approach them in a hurry. "My lady, we must get him inside. He will freeze out here." The voice belonged to a woman. It must have been the woman that had stood at Sansa´s side when Jon walked out of the fire.
It was only then that Sansa realized that all of Jon´s clothes were gone, if the speed of her pushing him away with a blush was anything to go by.
Ser Davos had come to Jon´s side and was trying to put a cloak around his shoulders but was having a hard time of it because of the dragons that were perched on them. Then Ser Davos decided to try to put the cloak under the dragons, much to their irritation. The silver one decided to climb on Jon´s head to get away from Ser Davos and his cloak, the silver one´s climb up his head was very painful for Jon as the little dragon pulled on his hair to get up, but the blue one was calmer and let Ser Davos put the cloak on Jon´s shoulders. But he never took his eyes of Ser Davos while he was doing it.
Meanwhile Tormund had appeared at Jon´s side and together with Ser Davos they helped Jon back to his chamber. The dragons were hissing and chirping all the way there. The silver dragon had decided that it was safe to come down to his shoulder again, much to Jon´s relieve, and was chirping angerly in his ear.
They finally made it to Jon´s chambers and he was helped to sit on his bed. He put the little dragons on the bed beside him. Ghost could apparently not contain his curiosity anymore and paddled over to the dragons and started to sniff at them. They tried to snap at his snout, but Jon gave them a quick flick on the nose for their trouble. "No, don't threaten Ghost." He said to them and gave them an angry stare. To his surprise and everyone else´s in the room the dragons listened to him.
He looked at the people gather in his room. "Could I maybe get some clothes, and some cooked meat for the dragons?" He asked, his throat was filled with ash, he noticed, and his voice sounded unsurprisingly dry and raspy. Satin his steward jumped up to fetch him some clothes and Ser Davos hurried out of his room, presumably to get the meat he asked for.
Jon looked at Sansa and saw her blush go even deeper. "We will wait outside while you get changed." She said in a small voice and hurried out of the room. He couldn't help but to stare after her. He had never been so glad to see anyone before in his life.
But how was she here, all he knew of her fate was that he had disappeared from King´s Landing when Joffrey was murdered.
His thoughts were interrupted by Satin handing him new clothes. He hurried putting them on as best he could, but every muscle in his body was stiff and it was like he had never used them before. When he was done dressing, he sat back down again. Satin let everyone back into his chambers.
Sansa stepped in first. Before he could stop himself, he had stood back up from his bed and closed the distance between them and hugged her. He noticed that even as tall as she was, he was a head taller than she was and he could comfortably bury his nose in her hair if he so chose. After a little while, he took a step back and held her at arm´s length, he gave her a small sad smile. "I thought you were dead."
Her ocean blue eyes were filled with unshed tears. "I thought you had died." She replayed.
"I did."
She stared at him confused. "Then how…" Jon just shook his head, he had no answers to that question. "I don't know."
Before anything else could be said, Ser Davos entered Jon´s chamber and Jon was pulled out of the moment. He also noticed that Edd had come to join them and the room was staring to get a little crowded. He cleared his throat and accepted the dish filled with meat. "Thank you, Ser Davos." Jon turned to feed the dragons when a thought entered his head. "Who put the egg´s on the pyre?" Jon asked and looked at the people in the room. Everyone looked at Satin and he had his answer. Jon raised his eyebrows and the question was clear even though no word was spoken. Why.
"Well after you got the eggs, you started to behave strangely, you started to talk in your sleep when I came in to your solar to clean and you were saying weird things." Jon continued to stare at him and saying nothing.
"It was really strange and you kind of frightened me, to be honest. You were talking about fire and blood, and how the eggs needed to be put in the fire. Yes, I know it is a strange leap to make, to put them on your funeral pyre, but it seemed the right thing to do. You seemed so concerned with them and I thought you wanted to have them with you when you were gone." Satin seemed really embarrassed.
"Wait, why were you sleeping in your solar Jon?" Sansa stared at Jon with accusation written clearly on her face. Now it was Jon´s turn to be embarrassed. But when he looked at Sansa´s face he could not help but be transported back to his childhood. She looked exactly like her mother, well a more beautiful version of her, but the resemblance was uncanny. He cleared his throat and turned to his dragons and started to feed them. "We´ll talk about that later."
"Yes, we will Jon Snow."
He heard Tormund and Ser Davos snicker behind him, and he felt his face start to turn a nice crimson.
"And where did you get the dragon egg´s?" Sansa asked after Tormund and Davos managed to get their laughter under control. That question had everyone listing with undivided attention.
"Maester Aemon left them for me, and before anyone asks, I don't know why." Sansa frowned but nodded.
Ser Davos cleared his throat. "We have all had a long day. Perhaps we should continue this on the morrow?" Sansa looked like she was about to protest, but the tall woman beside her intervened. "My lady, we just came to Castle Black and you have had a long and hard journey, you need rest."
Jon now noticed the clothes Sansa wore, they didn't look anything like a highborn lady would wear, no they looked more at home on a handmaiden or a servant than on a daughter of Eddard Stark. He couldn't help the frown that appeared on his face.
Sansa relented and gave a curt nod. Jon turned to Satin. "Satin, could you find them suitable chambers to stay in?" Satin nodded and hurried to follow his command. Sansa and her companions turned to follow him, but Jon stopped them. "Sansa, you umm…you should take Ghost with you." She looked like she was going to protest. "Please, Sansa I would feel better if you have him with you."
Sansa gave him a small smile and nodded, and Ghost followed her and her friends out the door. When everyone left, Jon sat on his bed again and slumped against the wall, besides his new dragons.