ARYA II
Despite the power, the wisdom, and knowledge beyond her years Arya was still a little girl of eight name days old and when she wasn't making plans with the voice of Bran in her head she was having fun and being a little girl. She did use her power on her father and mother so that she could train with Robb, Jon, Theon, Bran, and Rickon. She refrained from using her magic in training as she wanted to learn and develop her own skills as a swordswoman and archer.
She did use her magic when it came to her lessons with Septa Modane and needle point. She made her work equal to that of Sansa's but did not go beyond that level of skill. The power she enjoyed the most was listening to the thoughts of others. Some thoughts she found fascinating and others Arya found utterly disgusting. The only person in Winterfell whose mind she couldn't read or influence is Jon's.
"The time for fun and games is over little wolf. We have work to do staring with Jon."
Arya is in her room lying down when Bran spoke to her. "Tomorrow after training I will speak with him." The next morning she washes her face and hands; brushes her teeth and joins the family for morning meal. Then it was time for lessons with Septa Modane and training with Ser Rodrick and the young men of Winterfell.
Arya is best with a bow and had even surpassed Theon in skills. With a sword her speed served her best. The only person she could not match in speed and skill was Jon. "Jon may I speak with you?" She asks when they are done for the day.
"Of course little wolf."
She takes him to the godswood to speak. "Jon what are your plans for the future?"
"How do you mean?"
"You are the son of a Prince. You have royal blood on both sides of your family. Because, before Torrhen Stark bent the knee the Starks were the royalty of the North."
He frowns, "You think I should go after the Iron Throne."
"Yes…You would make a better king than the one we have now. Jon listen to me. Its your destiny and anything else is a waste. You are not a bastard. You are the heir to the Iron Throne."
"I don't know Arya. If I go after the throne…"
"Father would support you…You would have the Riverlands because of Mother."
"Hoster Tully fought against the Targaryens in the war."
"And his daughter's marriage to House Stark supersedes any oath to the Usurper. And if we found proof and present it to the Tyrells you could marry Margaery Tyrell and have the Tyrells as an ally."
"Three Kingdoms against the rest of Westeros."
"All the crownland Houses who supported the Targaryens would flock to you…The Velayyons, Celtigar, Rykker, Stokeworth, and what of the House of the Step Stone Islands. All of them together make an imposing force. Theon gives us the Iron Islands."
He huffs, "The Iron Born would never follow Theon."
"Theon may surprise you and them. And there are others we can bring to our cause."
Jon smiles, "Our cause?"
"Will you think about it?"
He sighs, "I will think about little wolf." She hugs him, but Bran feels that he needs a push. That night Arya sneaks out of her room and heads to the godswood.
MAESTER AEMON
Aemon Targaryen had been at the wall for the past seventy plus years. He never wanted to be King and loved reading and learning more than anything else. He studied at the Citadel, with the Maesters earned his chain and came to Castle Black to escape the politics.
After a long day Aemon lays down to go to sleep and dream…
"Wake the Dragon." He hears a voice say.
"Is someone there."
Arya appears in his dreams as Rhaegar, "Hello Great Uncle."
"Rhaegar…"
"I need your help once again Uncle."
"How?"
"My son by Lyana…It is his destiny to sit the Iron the Throne and become the King I never got the chance to be…"
"How?"
Arya can't touch Jon's mind, so she uses Aemon's mind to touch him. He has just enough magic in his blood to do so. "Take my hand." He does and they walk to the door which opens on its own. They are now in Winterfell, "He will not be able to see me, but you…He will see and hear…"
JON
All day he thought about Arya's words, they weighed heavy on his mind. As he sleeps Jon hears a voice. "Wake the Dragon!"
Jon sits up in bed and sees an old man standing in his room. "Who are you?"
"I am Aemon Targaryen…Maester of Castle Black and your kin."
"Am I dreaming?"
"We are, but that does not make it any less real. You are Aegon Targaryen, the Seventh of his name son of Prince Rhaegar and his wife Lyanna…You are the Prince that Promised born of Fire and Ice. Wake the Dragon Aegon."
"How?"
"Fire and Blood!"
Jon awoke from his sleep his bed drenched in sweat. He could not back to sleep and spent the rest of the night thinking in silence. He waits by Arya's room and when she comes out he gently pushes her back into the room. "Last night I dreamed."
"About what?"
"When I dreamed I felt Aemon Targaryen's presence, but I also felt your presence through him. Time to talk Arya…No games and no secrets."
"Wow you are more powerful than we thought."
"We?" So she tells him about Bran the Builder and how she and he merged.
"Hey you two…Time to break our fast." Robb says.
After they eat, they take their lessons, train and then Jon and Arya meet in the broken tower. "Alright I will go after the Iron Throne."
Arya interrupts him, "Good the first thing you need to do is head to Castle Black and Speak with Maester Aemon…Then you need to head for Castle Driftmark and ask to speak with Ser Richard Lonmouth…"
"Arya!" He says interrupting.
"Let me finish! After you speak with Lonmouth ask Lord Velyron to arrange an expedition for you to Old Valyria."
"Why?"
She rolls her eyes, "I can't tell you everything…You want answers remember the words of House Targaryen. Fire and Blood."
That night Jon is in his room and he stares at the fireplace. He takes a dagger and runs it across his hand, then he drips the blood into the fire. The flames change colors, it becomes a bright blue. In the flames Jon sees visions. He sees his father and mother as they say their vows in front of a heart tree. Ser Arthur Dayne and Ser Oswell are witnesses.
"Father…Mother…" He whispers.
The fire turns bright red now and he sees a young beautiful woman of white hair, the same age as Jon, then he sees a boy of the same color hair only older. They are introduced to a nobleman in Norvos. Jon is drawn to the girl more than he is the boy. The girl is taken to a room and when she passes the flame on the candle she stares into it as if looking at him.
"Hello!"
Jon just freezes and then the flames turn bright yellow. Jon sees himself talking to an elderly woman, her son, his wife, and their children. Then he sees a beautiful young woman. When he spots the sigil he identifies the family as House Tyrell.
The next day Jon goes to see his uncle, "Uncle."
He sighs, "So it's Uncle now?"
"It is what you are and I can no longer ignore who I am. If I asked it of you. Do you I have your support to take the Iron Throne."
He shakes his head and pours himself some ale, "Why? Why do you want it Jon?"
"I want to avenge my father. The whole realm thinks he's a kidnapper and rapist. It is mine by birthright."
He sighs, "Jon I don't want another war."
"Well if you think the Baratheons and Lannisters will stand aside."
"This is no time for japes Jon! You know not what you ask."
"I do! I am of the North as well. The North Remembers…I wish to honor my father and if you asked the Banners of the North would rise for Lord Eddard Stark and his nephew the Dragon Prince."
"Say I order my banners to gather…The Riverlands will follow me because of Cat. Robert has the Stormlands…"
Jon interrupts him, "We also have the Crownlands and those who supported the Targaryens in the war. I will go after the throne with or without your help."
He sighs, "You are my sister's son. I made her a promise and so be it…You are my King."
"Thank you."
They hug and drink, "So what is our first move?"
"For now sure up the North and prepare for war…I have a journey to go on."
"Where are you going?"
"I need to go to the wall and speak with Maester Aemon, then I need to head for Castle Driftmark."
"Why?"
"Allies, from there I head for Old Valyria and then High Garden."
"Why so many places." Jon shows his Uncle his scarred hand and explains to him about the visions.
As Jon is packing Arya comes to his room. "Good you spoke to father."
"Arya! Secrets hurt. You need to tell him about this magic you have."
She sighs, "I know…I was hoping I would not. I will tell hm after you leave."
"No we should tell him together."
"Right…and what if he forbids me to use it?"
"Will that stop you from using it?"
"No! But cannot we wait until after you are King?"
He sighs and thinks for a long time before answering, "Why do you want to wait?" He finally asks.
"There are things I need to do and by the time you come back you will have many more allies."
"I don't like lying to my Uncle, but we will wait." After breaking his fast the next day Jon leaves, the entire family comes to see him off. With Jon are four guards to protect him on his journey.