Confirmed Harem Members: Daenerys, Melisandre,

Strong Possibility: Missandei,

Maybe/Up for debate: Tyene Sand, Nymeria Sand, Obara Sand, Ellaria Sand, Dacey Mormont, Val, Arya, Sansa

Not happening:

Coming of the Dawn

Chapter 3: The Savior Cometh

'What is this?' Was Jon's first thought as he looked at himself. The last thing he remembered was bleeding out in the snow as he stared up at the moon and whispered the name of the woman he loved. He stared at his pale dead flesh and tried to feel his heartbeat, only to feel none. 'I am dead, then.' He though to himself. 'So why am I in Dorne?' Jon looked around only to see riders approaching. One of them despite being younger, was still recognizable to Jon.

Eddard Stark, Warden of the North, Lord of Winterfell had a grim expression on his face has he arrived at the Tower of Joy, with five other men, behind him. His eyes hardened, as he eyed the two remaining knights in white standing guard at the entrance to the tower. Dismounting, he approached them.

Jon looked at the two Kingsguard and thought, 'This must be Ser Arthur and Ser Gerold Hightower.' His widened in realization as they walked past him, 'Am I seeing a vision of the past?'

Ser Arthur Dayne looked between each of the men before giving Eddard a respectful nod, "Lord Stark."

"I looked for you on the Trident," he called out to the knights.

"We weren't there," Arthur Dayne answered.

"Your friend, The Usurper, would lie beneath the ground if we had been," Lord Commander Gerold Hightower added.

"The Mad King is dead. Rhaegar is the one who lies beneath the ground now. Why weren't you there to protect your prince?"

"Kingsguard stay with the King," Arthur said. 'What!?', Jon thought in shock, 'Are they insinuating that Rhaegar had another legitimate son besides Aegon?'

Eddard looked at the Tower again and then at the two Kingsguard. "Where's my sister, Arthur?"

The Sword of the Morning steeled his resolve and said, "I wish you good fortune in the wars to come, Lord Stark." Both Gerold and him donned their helmets.

"And now it begins," Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning announced. Gerold drew his sword, and Arthur drew Dawn and a simple longsword, holding Dawn in his left and the Longsword in his right.

'By the Old Gods. Am I really about to see this with my own eyes!?' Jon thought, watching the entire scene with anticipation.

"No," Eddard said with sadness in his voice, "Now it ends." Eddard and his men drew their weapons.

Lord Howland Reed attempted to rush Ser Arthur with a single-handed overhead strike, but Ser Arthur parried his strike with Dawn, and fluently sliced open Howland's stomach with his ancestral sword, causing him to shout in pain and fall to the ground, taking him out of the fight, as Eddard attacked Arthur, stabbing and slashing with his longsword, but Arthur parried each of his attempts while backing up.

Lord William Dustin was engaging Gerold Hightower, who had already dispatched Ethan Glover. Lord Dustin parried away Gerold Hightower's slash while pivoting. He bashed his shield, which held the Stark Insignia on it, at Ser Gerold. But Gerold had taken a step back, causing the shield bash to miss, while he forced it away with his hand, putting William Dustin off balance. William attempted to regain his footing and slash at Gerold, but the Lord Commander of Aerys Targaryen's Kingsguard, roared as he plunged his sword through William Dustin's chest, causing him to die. Gerold then proceeded to remove Lord Dustin's body from his sword.

Ned swung his parried strike around for an overhead strike, only to be parried away by Dawn. He went for a thrust, only to be parried away by Arthur longsword. He stabbed again only to be parried away by Arthur's twirling dual wield style, and Ned had to pivot to regain his position in order to block Arthur's dual sword strike, which sent Ned stumbling away. Ser Gerold attempted to attack Ned while he wasn't prepared, but Ned parried away the strike and fluidly plunged his sword into Ser Gerold's neck, the point coming out the back of his throat. A bit of blood spurted from his wounds as the Lord of Winterfell pulled his sword out, letting the life fade from the White Bull's eyes.

Theo Wull, Ser Mark Ryswell, Martyn Cassel and Ned Stark encircled and surrounded Arthur Dayne, like a pack of wolves stalking a nice juicy meal. But Arthur was no prey, as he twirled around his swords a bit before they engaged him. Arthur's mastery of the dual wield style was on full display as he parried away two strikes, one from Theo and one from Cassel, before pivoting and kneeling to block to strikes from Ned and Mark. It went on like this for several moments as they would try to overwhelm him with multiple strikes. A good strategy, and had he only been using one sword, they would have eventually overwhelmed him, but Arthur trained to handle any sort of situation and his dual wield style was perfect for this.

After several moments, an opening was created in the Northmen four direction assault. Arthur was now outside of their box they had made for him, and while the Northern's were still attacking at least two at a time, they were in a neat little line. They tried to encircle him again, but the master swordsmen wouldn't have that happen again. Spinning Dawn and his longsword in his hands, he delivered a swift kick to Mark Ryswell, causing him to fall down. Mark attempted to get back up, but his neck was exposed for a moment, which was all the Sword of the Morning needed, as he swiftly pivoted and delivered a masterful slash, which parted Mark Ryswell's jugular vein, killing him instantly.

'Arthur was as good as the stories say. I certainly don't know if I could have pulled that off.' Jon thought.

Theo Wull, Marytn Cassel, and Ned tried to overwhelm him, but the Arthur kept parrying away their strikes, wasting not a single drop of energy in his movements. Within a few moments, he had kicked away Martyn Cassel's shield, causing him to stumble away, allowing Arthur to parry two strikes from Ned Stark and Theo Wull. He then turned his attention to Martyn Cassel. He used both sword and Martyn attempted to block attack with his one sword, but Martyn's sword pushed over to Martyn's shoulder, allowing Arthur to open the Cassel's neck, while Ned could only watch.

Theo and Ned attacked but the two of them couldn't hold the great swordsmen off for long. Arthur parried and knocked Ned away, while Theo Wull attacked with an overhead that was blocked by Arthur's longsword while simultaneously plunging Dawn through his heart. Arthur pulled his families ancestral blade out while he twirled his sword around in order to relieve any tension in the wrists and circling Ned.

'The stories all say the same thing. That Ned Stark was able to kill Arthur Dayne. But how? When Arthur is leagues above my father?'

They hardened each of their faces before Ned opened with a slash, but Arthur parried and went on the attack. Without any other opponents to worry about, he went on the attack forcing Ned to back up with every strike. They went back and forth like this several times where one would be forced on defense, then they would turn it around and go on the attack. 'He really is good,' Arthur thought as he disarmed Ned and poised Dawn to finish him off, 'but this ends now.'

But it was not to be. Jon saw Howland Reed silently approach Ser Arthur from behind and stab him through his exposed neck with his dagger. Within a few seconds, Arthur no longer had the strength to stand or even hold Dawn as blood spurted from his neck. Eddard quickly got over his shock and grabbed Dawn, posing himself to put an end to Ser Arthur. Arthur looked up at him, a blank expression on his face, as if he regretted nothing at all, and Ned sliced his head completely off, killing Ser Arthur instantly.

'He stabbed him in the back' Jon thought with shock, 'No wonder my father never told the truth. He didn't want Arthur's memory to be tarnished.'

Staggering back, and resting on his sword, Eddard turned to Howland, "I owe you my life, Howland."

Howland simply smiled, "There are no debts between friends."

Before Eddard could insist, a scream from a woman caught the attention of them both.

"Go!" Howland insisted, "I'll handle things here!"

Needing no further push, Eddard ran up to the Tower, as the Northern Lord took care of the bodies. As he ran, another scream echoed through the tower. Jon followed him. Upon reaching the top, Eddard burst into a room, where he saw a bedridden woman holding a boy a little over a year old. With them were two other women, handmaidens Eddard supposed.

"Ned?" the woman whispered.

"Lyanna!" Eddard called out. He placed his sword at the foot of the bed and knelt beside his sister. Lyanna Stark looked to the side slightly, as she met the eyes of her brother.

'So that's my aunt Lyanna.' Jon thought.

"Is that you?" she whispered, "Is that really you? I'm not dreaming?"

Eddard held on to both of Lyanna's hands with one of his own, while the other stroked the side of her head.

"No, you are not dreaming, sister," he replied with a sad smile, "I'm here. Right here."

"I've missed you, big brother," Lyanna said, as her body seemed to sag.

"I've got you Lya. It's okay now, we can go home."

"Oh, Ned. How I wish I could…I can't Ned. I don't know what's wrong, but my time is near…" she coughed before uncurling around the child she held, "I'm sorry, Ned. I h-hated Robert and didn't want to marry him. I fell in love with Rhaegar and we got father's permission to marry. We were going to announce it to the Realm but Brandon and father were killed before we could."

"Take him, Ned. Promise me, you'll take care of him," she gasped clutching at her brother's tunic.

Eddard, gazed at his nephew, taking in his appearance. He looked to be older than his son Robb, by a year or so. He had tufts of black hair, as dark as Robert's. Eddard also noted that his nephew had Stark Grey Eyes. Much to his surprise, however, the babe was silent, throughout all this.

"His name is Naruto Targaryen" Lyanna continued, her breaths growing shallower, "He's mine and Rhaegar's' son and heir. Promise me you'll raise him to be a good man, Ned…Pro…promise…me…"

"Lyanna, I promise, please hold on, we'll get you a healer. Stay with me, please!" Eddard cried out, all but begging.

Eddard gently picked up his nephew, who starting crying, as if realizing his mother's passing.

"Easy, little pup, all will be well. You have the blood of the wolf, like your mother, yet you are a dragon, like your father. I will protect you, little one, no matter what the cost, little Jon" he gentled whispered, trying to soothe the boy.

'Wh-What!?' Jon thought in utter shock whilst both hands gripped his head, 'This can't be right! I'm a bastard, not a Targaryen! I can't be a Targaryen, my mother was just some unimportant tavern slut, my a father was Ned Stark! How could I possibly have been a Targaryen the entire time!'

For whatever reason, Jon looked at the mirror in the room, as if hoping to see his old looks. To his dismay, he saw his face, but with silver blonde hair that was so pale it looked white, vibrant royal purple eyes, clean-shaven face, and black sclera. 'No' Jon thought desperately, "No, no, NOOO!" Jon shouted and in his despair, punched the glass so hard that it cracked. Apparently, in the past, the glass in the mirror cracked as well, causing Ned to look at the cracked mirror then look around the room, but seeing nothing, left to meet up with Howland.

Jon on the other hand, fell to his knees with his eye's closed, clutching his head as if desperately trying to find some way that this wasn't true. That what he had been told his whole life was still true. That his entire life…hadn't been a lie.

Yet as his eyes opened, he came upon another scene. Two people were saying there wedding vows in front of a weirwood. While another woman and a small child were watching. He recognized Lyanna from the previous scene. The silver haired man must have been Rhaegar. 'So who are the two dornish folk?' Then he realized it, it must have been Elia and the little girl must be Rhaenys.

The scene changed yet again. Jon was back in the weird tower in Dorne, where Ned Stark slew Arthur Dayne. He walked back into the Tower only to see Rhaegar and a pregnant Lyanna lying in bed together. Rhaegar was lying on his side, his head propped up with one hand while the other lovingly caressed Lyanna's pregnant belly.

"My love," Lyanna said, "have you thought about what we are going to him?"

"Him?", Rhaegar asked but there was a certain playfulness to his tone, "You're convinced it's a boy?"

"Motherly instincts," Lyanna playfully retorted, "You're convinced he's a girl."

"Can't help it. Considering I already have a Rhaenys and Aegon, it's natural I would want Visenya as well."

"Fine," Lyanna relented, "If I'm wrong and he's a girl, you can have your Visenya. But if he's a boy, I think I want to name him Naruto."

"Naruto?" Rhaegar asked, "After the man who started my family's line back in the Freehold?"

"Yes," Lyanna said, " I had thought of Jon, after one of the old Stark Kings, but our son will be a Dragon Prince. He needs a name fit for one."

Rhaegar cupped his wife's face and looked her in the eyes with love and adoration. "No matter if he's a Naruto or Visenya, I will love our child, and all the children we will have together, my Little Wolf." Their following kiss was both loving and tender.

Jon covered his mouth with his hand as his breathing became haggard and tears rolled down his cheeks. His parents had loved each other. They had loved him. He had been loved.

But scene shifted one final time. He was back in Castle Black but it was a long time ago. The Lord Commander, who had long straight silver hair, was missing his left eye, while the other one had a blood red iris. The master in the room, was none other than Maester Aemon Targaryen, back when he could still see.

"Why are you leaving Blackfyre with me, Uncle Brynden? " Aemon asked. Jonrealized it. The Lord Commander was Brynden Rivers or Bloodraven, the man who kill Daemon Blackfyre.

"I can't take it with me on this ranging, Aemon." He said.

"But why, Uncle?" Aemon asked, confused.

"Because I won't be coming back from this ranging." Brynden said. "I'm going after the Night's King. It matters not whether I succeed or fail. I won't make it back."

Brynden bit his finger, drawing blood, and wiped it over a section of wall, causing that section to reveal a hidden compartment, with another sword, a crown, a suit of armor, and a chest with stuff in it that Jon for some reason could not make out.

"Just as Daena Targaryen foresaw the Doom, I have foreseen the coming of the Redeemer. He will be born when our House has been brought to its knee's. If I fail, he will be the only one with any hope of ending the threat of the Walker's forever, and redeeming our house and restoring the Targaryen's to their rightful place as not only kings but as dragonriders. I leave all this for him so that when the time comes, he will have all the tools he needs to succeed."

Jon was overcome with emotion but at the same time he felt hopeless. What could he do now? He was dead.

"It's a burden, isn't it? Being the hero, I mean." Jon heard from behind him. He turned sharply behind him, expecting an enemy, only to see a pillar of flame that was twice as large and 5 time wider than Jon. The visage of a male figure made of flames appeared, though his eyes and mouth were completely white. Jon could not make out the features of this man. "I don't know how many times I've been called upon by the Old Gods to save a civilization, lead a kingdom into a better future, or save the world. 9? 12? I've lost count. Being the Child of Prophecy is such a burden."

"Who are you?" Jon asked warily.

"I've been called many names in my life, my descendant. Bryden "Blood Raven" Rivers, Jaehaerys The Wise, Aegon the Conqueror, Naruto Targaryen the Progenitor, Valyrius The Firebringer. Hell, my most infamous one is probably Azor Ahai. But I've always been nostalgic for my original name. Naruto Uzumaki."

It was then that the shadows disappeared and Jon truly got a glimpse of Naruto. Spiky blonde hair with blue eyes, whicker marks and a tan complexion walked out of the flames, his lip curled in a smirk. He wore a black long sleeved undershirt underneath bronze armguards and a bronze breastplate that had ab definition to it. A Spartan helmet with a red horsetail plume was held at his sword. Bronze grieves worn over black breeches and black boots. A sword at his hip.

"You certainly handle meeting me better than Melisandre would have. Those Red Priests would prostrate themselves at my feet if they met me in this form." Naruto said.

"You are.." Jon was stunned.

"Naruto Uzumaki, as I was known in my first life. Though in my second life, I was Azor Ahai. The man who first defeated the White Walkers."

"Why are they still alive? Why didn't you finish the job!? Do you know how many people killed, what they plan to do!?" Jon demanded.

"Of course I know," Naruto said back with bite. "If I had what I needed back then, they would all already be dead. There was just one problem. I couldn't kill the Night King."

"To understand what I am getting at, you need to understand something. 8000 years ago, I came to and united all of Westeros under my banner and fought a 20-year war to end the whitewalkers. You know that particular event as the Long Night. We exterminated all the wights and whitewalkers, but during the final battle, I faced down the Night's King and I nearly killed him, but there was one problem. My blade could not kill him."

"Why?" Jon asked.

"Because he had grown too powerful. By that point, a mere Dragonglass dagger, or even a sword enchanted and infused with fire and blood magic could not slay him. I realized that the weapon I needed to kill him, had not been invented yet. A blade forged in the flames of a dragon. Valyrian Steel." Naruto explained. "So, I sacrificed myself, going out in a massive explosion of sunlight to destroy his body and leave him incapable of reforming for 2 millennia."

"What are you doing?" Jon asked as Naruto's appearance shifted. He now looked like a middle age man with silver hair and purple eyes, wearing shepherds clothes and a staff.

"Don't mind this. This is part of the story." Naruto dismissed. "Where was I? Oh yeah, so next time, I was reborn in the plains of Valyria. My name in this form was called Valyrius. Some 6000 years ago, I found Dragon Eggs and figured out how to hatch and control them. I founded the Valyrian Freehold and developed the magic's that they used for almost 6000 years. Before I died in this form, I went beyond the Wall, and found the Night's King, reforming in a cave. Being that he was alone and I was too old and on my last legs, I used powerful sealing magic that was tied to the existence of the Freehold itself. I made sure the bastard would be sealed away in the cave as long as Valyria existed."

Naruto's form shifted again, to reveal Naruto's Uzumkai look, except his spiky hair was silver blonde, hid blue eyes a vibrant shade of purple, and he wore a pitch black Toga. "The next time I was born was as Naruto Targaryen, 730 years ago. I started House Targaryen as a noble house, built Dragonstone with my wife, and fought in the Second Spice War in 700 AC, and was part of the 300 Dragon Riders that destroyed the Rhoynish people."

"400 years ago, the Doom came. One of those idiots in the Freehold sold Brightroar to the Lannisters and used that money to hire assassin's to kill off their political rivals. The problem was those same rivals comprised the core group whose spells kept the 14 flames from erupting. When they died, those giant volcanoes erupted and destroyed the Freehold, causing the seals keeping the Nights King contained to fail. With the seals now gone, the little bastard could began building his army again to destroy all life in the world."

"I was born again as Aegon Targaryen," Naruto said as his appearance changed again. He truly looked like portraits of The Conqueror. Tall, broad-shouldered and powerful in appearance, with purple eyes and short-cut silver-gold hair. He wore Aegon's armor of black scales and his hand rested on Blackfyre. His crown was a simple circlet of Valyrian steel, set with big square-cut rubies. "Realizing in my absence that the Night's King had started building his Army again, I made plans to take him out. I conquered Westeros, and my plan was initially to conquer Dorne relatively quickly, then go North and kill him while his army was weak, but I hit a snag when my wife, Rhaenys died in the war. It took me a long time to get over losing somebody that I had loved and by the time I was ready to face the Night's King again, I suffered a stroke and died, leaving my weak and feeble son Aenys to take over."

"I was reborn right after my death as Aegon as Jaehaerys The Wise." Naruto's appearance changed again to match The Old King. Jaehaerys had the purple eyes and silver hair of the Targaryens. He looked wise and dignified even into his old age, with a long white flowing beard reaching to his waist. Even at an old age, Jaehaerys still stood tall and upright. He was dressed in flowing robes of black and gold and wore as a crown a simple band of yellow gold ornamented with seven gems of different colors, which each stone represented each of the 7 Kingdoms. "The Old Gods spoke to me and told me that it was not yet time to kill him. After they explained why it was not time to kill him, I established an era of peace in the Seven Kingdoms and stabilized the Targaryen Rule. Several generations of men and women grew up, never knowing what conflict even was. I helped bring to life as many dragons as possible, because I knew we would need them. House Targaryen's power was nearing it's zenith around the time of my death. When I died, I left my kingdom to the man that I knew would continue to keep the peace. I planned to be reborn one more time, and take out the Night King, with an Army of Dragon's, an unchallenged power in House Targaryen and a united Westeros behind me."

The old king looked solemnly as he his face was filled with regret, "It was unfortunate then, that my Heir's stubbornness and his refusal to change the succession to his son caused the downfall of nearly everything I had built across two lives. The Dance of Dragons crippled House Targaryen. Almost all the members of my house were dead. Most of the Dragons gone and the few that remained slowly died. Though, the true reason for that war and the death of the remaining Dragon's goes deeper than most realize. But that's not a detail you need to know."

"I came back again as Brynden Rivers, also called Bloodraven." Naruto's appearance changed again this time, to 25 year old man with long, straight white hair that rested on his shoulders, a cut out left eye with his right one being blood red, like the color of Weirwood sap. A three eyed crow rested on his shoulder. He bore a wine stain birth mark on his right cheek and neck that looked like a raven. Dark Sister was sheathed at his waist and he held a Weirwood bow in his hand. His face was a bit gaunt but he had a lean and fit body. He was dressed in light armor with his personal sigil emblazoned upon his tunic. A white dragon with red eyes and claws, breathing red fire on a black field. "As you know, I was born to Aegon the Unworthy and my mother, Melissa Blackwood. When my mother was dismissed from court, I went with her back to Raventree Hall. I learned much about my Blackwood family and the magic of the First Men, like Warging, Greensight, and control over the elements of winter. When I eventually went back to court, I studied the Targaryen magic concerning dragon hatching and taming, though I could not hatch dragon's in this body. I was at least able to utilize fire magic, and I became a spymaster as well as skilled with a longsword and bow and arrow."

"When Queen Naerys was on her death bed, I comforted her with kind words, as she had always been kind to me at court. It was then she revealed her darkest secret, knowing that I would keep it a secret. Daeron the Good, was Aemon the Dragonknight's son."

"What?" Jon Snow asked in shock.

"That's right, Jon. Cersei and Jaime Lannister are a modern-day Queen Naerys and Aemon the Dragon Knight. Now, where was I? Oh yeah, I had considered killing Daeron but I realized that would not be a good idea, because in a Dragon Dream, I realized that the Prince that was Promised, the body that I would one day inhabit to kill the Night King, would be born of his and Mariah Martell's line, so I let it be."

"I kept my eye on Aegor and Aemon, though. Aegor I hated, not for something so stupid as him being a Bracken and my being a Blackwood, but because he lusted after Shiera, the only woman I loved in this life." He waved his hand and a image appeared in the air. Jon truly understood why Brynden fell for her. With long Targaryen silver-gold hair, and a heart-shaped face. Although she had two mismatched eyes—one blue, the other green this so-called defect seemed to only make her more beautiful. Jon thought Cersei was the most beautiful woman he ever saw when she came to Winterfell, but Shiera's beauty was exponentially greater. Her beauty could almost be considered divine.(Think Kate Upton for Appearance)

"Shiera was a great reader, even at an early age, spoke numerous languages, and maintained a large and arcane library. She shared her mother's skill in the magic. Her beauty was such that she had many offers, both of marriage and to be her lover, over the years. Duels were fought over the right to sit beside her, men killed themselves after falling from her favor, poets outdid each other writing songs about her beauty. But she had eyes only for me. I was only one that interested her, I was only who could match her in wits, cunning, and knowledge of the arcane arts."

"But stories about her say she took many lovers." Jon mentioned, having remembered reading that somewhere.

"That's a lie told by jealous maesters. She may have flirted to make me jealous, but it was to make our rumbles in bed more interesting. She did it out of fun." Naruto smiled as he continued. "Aegor I hated, but I got along rather well with Daemon. He was good man to have as a friend and we were good brothers to each other. He even helped me polish my swordsmanship. I honestly prayed that he wouldn't rebel."

"10 years into Daeron's reign, Bittersteel convinced Daemon to rebel and claim the Iron Throne. He found our father's journal, which mentioned several times about Daeron being the Dragon Knight's son. Daemon finally rebelled and I convinced Daeron to send troops to stop him before a civil war could begin but the men failed. SO with heavy heart, because I knew that if Daemon overthrew the Targaryens it mean the Prince that was Promised would never be born, I threw away my morals. I killed the brother I loved and his two eldest son's with a hail of arrows at the Redgrass Field."

"I served as Hand of the king and spymaster to both Aerys I and Maekar I. I was too focused on finishing off the Blackfyre's and preparing for my eventual showdown with the Night's King, that my attention was too split and for that, I let the realm suffer as a result. I stopped the 2nd Blackfyre rebellion by myself, helped bring the 3rd to close by capturing Aegor and killing Haegon. I planned to have Aegor publicly executed, which would have been the end of them, had Aerys not been a fool and not given him a chance to escape by sending him to the wall. I killed Aenys Blackfyre when the Great Council that saw Egg take the thrown occurred, and I was making plans to put Aegor and the rest down, so I could focus on preparing the realm for the White Walkers. But I was arrested by Aegon V. Aegon believed that if I continued do the things that I had done, no one would ever trust the government again. He was right, of course. So, I conceded and went to the Wall."

"In 252 AL, I went Beyond the wall with 100 of my most trusted Rangers and laid a trap for my ancient enemy, knowing that he would come. And I almost had him." The scene around them showed Brynden dueling the Night's King on top of a snowy cliff.

"Why would you go North? You would think he would have sent wight's after you." Jon said.

"He could have," Naruto said as the scene changed to show an army of wight's that the Night King had, "but he hated me, having kept him at bay for so long. He wanted to personally finish me off himself. So he came at me with all 500 White walkers."

Jon saw as Brynden and his 100 men began shooting dragon glass arrows at the undead monsters with extreme precision. Each arrow found a target, destroying White Walkers. The battle continued until the Whitewalkers and Brynden's men were all dead except for two, while Brynden and the Night's King dueled it out.

Eventually, Brynden found an opening and sliced open the Night King's stomach, causing the thing to shriek in agony. The undead monster quickly recovered and followed up with a flurry of attacks that Brynden blocked. Brynden ducked under a wild sweep and cut off the Night King's arm, which disintegrated to particles as it roared. Brynden sliced it's left eye open and kicked the first walker down to the ground. He poised his sword to stab and end it all.

"I meant to end him." Brynden said as the image showed him about to stab the Night's King in the heart. Jon watched with anticipation as Brynden began stabbing the sword downward.

Only to stop when a White Walker spear that had been thrown cut through his right hip, causing Brynden to yell in pain as he dropped to the ground. A ways away, the last of the Night King's White Walkers had thrown his spear at Brynden to save it's master. That same White Walker was promptly stabbed with a dragonglass dagger, turning to ice and dust as the last of Brynden's men died from his wounds.

The Night King growled as he lifted Brynden up by the neck and held him dangling over edge of the cliff. He looked down as he was being choked by the monster. If he fell now he would hopefully die from the fall and warg into some animal so he could carry Dark Sister back to Aemon. Brynden used the last of his strength to chop off the other arm of the Night King, who roared as he lost his other arm.

Brynden fell 1000 feet before he hit the ground in a loud thud.

"The fall should have killed me," He said. Jon saw several small green colored children crawl out nowhere and pull him away with his sword.

Jon looked at Brynden, puzzled. "The Children of the Forest. The last few that remain. They saved me, unfortunately."

"Why do you say that?" Jon asked, wondering where the animosity came from.

"Let me show you," Brynden said as he waved his hand and scene changed.

He saw green grass flowing in the wind. He saw the setting sun. He saw small humanoid creatures with gray skin and slit eyes like a cat's. He saw them crowded around a Weirwood, so he walked closer to see what they were fussing about. He walked around to see a man tied to the weirwood with his mouth gagged. "What the hell am I watching?"

"The reason why I despise the Children." Brynden said with anger.

The leader of the pack brought out a dragonglass dagger as the pack slowly approached him. They were chanting some queer incantation that Jon could not understand. Once that was finished, the Child slowly pushed the dagger into the man's chest. As Jon walked closer to get a better look, the man raised his head as his eyes turned blue. White Walker Blue. "This must have been the first White Walker." Jon said.

"No, Jon", Brynden said as the new Walker's skin changed to blue, his hair fell out, and horns appeared on his head. "This is the Night's King. He was human once."

"Why would the children create those monsters?" Jon wondered.

"They were at war with the First Men. The First Men eventually beat them back, so in their desperation to protect nature, they played God and created monsters. Monsters that they had no way of controlling. It's one thing to be desperate, it's another to play God."

"You really do hate them." Jon realized.

"They created the very reason that has prevented me from resting peacefully in the afterlife with my family. After being reincarnated 5 times in 8000 years to deal with the same problem, it's going to eventually get on my nerves. And when they saved me, they imprisoned me in that damn Heart Tree, which stopped me from reincarnating!"

The scene changed again to a cave. The 3 children of the Forest left in the world were gathered around a tree. Brynden was fused to the tree. His skin was white and wrinkled. His muscles were gone, only bony limbs remaining. His face was extremely gaunt. He was covered in tattered rags. He had vines wrapped around him. There was even roots sticking out of his eyeless socket.

"Those idiots stopped me from reincarnating into what was meant to be my final body." Naruto said, but this time, his form changed again, and Jon suddenly found himself look at himself. "Your body was created for me to inhabit Jon. But thanks to those genocidal tree huggers, I was prevented from doing so, and now thanks to them, Humanity is on the brink of extinction. You're dead, and this is the only chance I will get to get a hold of my body."

"You want my body," Jon stated.

"It was meant for me. It belongs to me." Naruto said, "Make no mistake Jon, though I would prefer you gave it up willingly, I will take that body by force if you make me."

Naruto adopted a more solemn expression and placed his hand on Jon's shoulder and said, "You've been fighting ever since you left your home in Winterfell. You killed brothers of the Night's Watch, you've killed Freefolk, you killed a man you admired and held the woman you loved in your arms as she died. You fought, and you lost."

"Now it's time rest." Naruto said as a white light appeared behind him, blinding Jon. The intensity seemed to die down and he could make out 5 figures in the light. "Their waiting for you, Jon. Your parents, Ned, Robb, and Ygritte. Go be with them."

Jon considered refusing but honestly, he was tired of fighting. Naruto made a fair point, he had done nothing but fight since he left and he was utterly miserable. And, Naruto had been fighting this battle for a long time. He just hoped he was making the right choice. "Don't let them win. Protect what remains of House Stark, and the realm." Jon pleaded.

"I will." Naruto said. With that, Jon walked into the light, and left this world to reunite with his family in the afterlife. The light vanished and Naruto was all that was left.

"Now, time to take my new body." Naruto said, making the eyes of the face on Heart Tree infront of Jon's pyre glow purple so he could explain it away as divine intervention.

Naruto felt his skin warm, his heart begin to beat again, and as his sight was taken by darkness for a moment, he opened eyes to see the flames enveloping him. He was alive again. The Night's King, the Bolton's, the Frey's, the Ironborn, the Lannister's. He would bring Fire and Blood to all of them, restore the Targaryen to their rightful place as the Kings of Westeros and save the world.

Chapter End

AN: Next chapter will see the conspirators finally get their just deserts.