(Author's Note:I did a twist to a 1912 Irish Language poem called Mise Éire written by the Irish poet and Republican revolutionary leader Patrick Pearse.)

Act One

I prayed to the Old Gods...I even prayed to the Stranger on my last day of being confined within this accursed Sept. Tired, thirsty, hungry and in pain; I knew I was developing a fever and the cold water only made my condition worst.

I prayed for mercy; I asked the Old Gods and the Stranger to forgive the Starks, I prayed for my siblings though they were my cousins I will always see them as my brothers and sisters. I prayed for my Uncle though I still call him my Father and I also prayed for Lady Stark.

I don't know why but I began singing in the Old Tongue one of the Northern Songs and my voice echoed through the Sept...

Is mise an Tuaisceart:

Tá mé níos sine ná an Seacht Cé hAon.

Mór mo ghlóir:

Mise a rug Bran an Tógálaí cróga.

Is mór mo náire:

Mo chlann féin a dhíol a máthair.

Is mór mo phian:

Mo naimhde do-réitithe a chiapadh i gcónaí mé.

Mór mo bhrón:

Chuaigh an slua sin, ar chuir mé mo mhuinín iontu, meath.

Is mise an Tuaisceart:

Táim níos uaigneach ná na Seacht mBun A hAon.

I finished singing Is mise an Tuaisceart; the Sept began trembling followed by a rumbling and the seven statues of the Seven Who Are One began shaking on their pedestals. Then suddenly one by one, six of the seven statues fell; the Father, the Mother, the Warrior, the Smith, the Maiden and the Crone.

Only the Stranger remained standing as the door of the Sept was destroyed and five beings made of the elements entered; snow, water, earth, fire and air. The converged around me and I felt my-self being lifted; I was in the heart of the Old Gods' energies, I felt my-self become a spiritual watcher outside my body and I watched my body became a conduit to the Old Gods.

I watched as thick vines and roots grew up the walls of the Sept, and my body gave a great roar as the temple of the Seven was turned into a ruin; only the statue of the Stranger remained embraced by the vines. The courtyard became filled with people; everyone stared in shock at the ruins of the Sept only Lady Catelyn Stark nee Tully, Septa Mordane and the Septon gave wails for their precious place of worship.

As a spirit I got a good look at my body and watched in stunned silence as my body floated from the ruins; I looked like a corpse or close to death. My skin was white as the Weirwood tree, bruises around my eyes from lack of sleep and I was thin that my skin stretched to show my bones; the sack dress I wore hung as rags and the cuts from the thorns could be seen.

Lord Eddard Stark and the rest of House Stark stood staring in horror; my eyes were glowing white as the Old Gods took control of my body and the rage swirled out forcing many to move back or be choked by the force.

"Eddard Stark, Son of Rickard, step forth and answer to the Old Gods;" a voice like a storm echoed from my mouth.

Lady Stark stormed forward before her husband with a murderous look upon her face as she said with a sneer: "Who are you to make demands,bastard witch!"

A gust of wind lifted Lady Catelyn into the air; the woman began gasping and struggling but she can still hear.

"We are the Old Gods of the streams, the forests, stones, earth, birds, beasts and animals, the very elements and nature;" rumbled the Old Gods through my body. "We speak through our chosen Oracle; Aerea Stark, Daughter of Lyanna Stark the She-Wolf and Knight of the Laughing Tree!"

Act Two

Father-Uncle ran to his wife's side once she was dropped to the ground roughly; coughing and gasping as she regained her breathing.

"What doesshe mean, Ned?" Catelyn gasped as she stared at her husband in fear.

"Yes, Lord of Winterfell, tell thetruth;" spoke the Old Gods in a wailing voice of the wind. "Speak of how you found your sister dying in the birthing bed and you claimed her newborn daughter as yourbastard!"

"Serena Snow ismy daughter, I did not sire her but I did raise her;" exclaimed Eddard as he stood and faced the Old Gods possessing my body. "She may not have had a Mother's love but she had a Father who loved her; I did my best to give her a home and prepare her for the world!"

"But she was never truly apart of your family, Lord Stark, and Serena Snow was never her name;" a watery voice spoke from my body, "Aerea Stark was always a Stark by birth and name; but you took her name away, even denied it and your wife enforced it despite the sacred vow she made!"

The Lady Stark looked like a ghost as she asked: "What sacred vow did I make?"

"Aerea Stark who was known as Serena Snow was struck by the pox when she was a toddler and you prayed for her death;" answered the Old Gods crackling like fire, "the Maester spoke she would be lucky to survive the night and you had a change of heart. You sat by the bedside of Aerea/Serena, tending to her and praying for her life.

You prayed to your precious Seven before going to the Godswood and prayed to Us; the Old Gods. You begged for Our Mercy and Forgiveness on your cruelty to a motherless child; you vowed upon being a Tully of Riverrun and Lady Stark of Winterfell that you will convince your husband to legitimize Aerea/Serena as a Stark and you would adopt her as your daughter!"

I remember once upon a time; when I wasvery sick with the pox and even I thought I was going to die. I had a feverish dream where Lady Stark sat at my bedside, she nursed me, told me stories, sang songs to me and gave me a Mother's love; I thought I imagined all that once I was better and Lady Stark was once more cold to me but worst.

"Even when she got better, you broke your vow to Us and became cruel to Our Oracle;" said the Old Gods sounding like a winter storm spoke from my body. "Aerea/Serena has a destiny to fulfill, not only is she Our Oracle but she has been chosen to become the vessel to a powerful being, Aerea Stark is the Song of Ice and Fire!"

Then I felt my-self return to my body as the Old Gods released me and I welcomed the darkness...

Visions

A man beckons from a land of jungles and blood sacrifices; strange Gods rule this land and mortals are Their playthings.

"Come to Mexica, the land of the Blood Gods;" spoke the man from the shadows, "give me a song and I shall grant your desire!"

A broken woman stood at a tomb; she was a warrior who had lost something and she looked determined to get it back.

"I will find Lord Chaos and will get you back, Xena;" said the golden blond haired woman with near lifeless eyes, "I will turn back time and we'll be together whole once more!"

A black haired and morning blue eyed woman wondered around a teahouse lost and she said with sad longing: "Gabrielle!"

Then three voices chorused: "Two souls to save, their fates will be changed and they shall claim a She-Wolf as their daughter!"

Act Three

It has been a Moon since I had woken in the infirmary bed; under Maester Luwin's watch and guidance, food and drink was slowly introduced back into my body. Soup was the start and it began in cups before I had my first full bowl; it took a while to introduce solid foods and everything had to be small.

I was allowed to walk for a bit but with someone to make sure that I don't overdo it; Robb and Arya visited me during my recovery even joined me on my walks. Robb was treating me like glass and was worried for my health; while Arya clung to me and was scared at how I could've died.

I learned that Arya screamed at Sansa when she learned that her older sisterknew what their Mother was doing to me; she even punched Sansa and told her sister how evil she had become. Even Theon Greyjoy got punished; Lord Stark banned the Ironborn from going to the brothel and had him on manual labor for a year under the watchful eye of Ser Rodrick Cassel.

Lady Catelyn Stark nee Tully begged to have her Sept rebuild but she was refused; in fact her Lord Husband had banished the Septon from the North, had Septa Mordane lucked up for thirty days and had Lady Stark go to the Godswood, and reflect onher sins. Bran and Rickon didn't understand what was happening but Old Nan kept them distracted with stories and songs of the North.

It was six Moons pass that I was declared physically healed but my mental state was another case; Father-Uncle Ned tried to talk to me but I never gave him the chance. I slapped him; I slapped the man who raised me and yet me slapping the Lord of Winterfell spoke volumes.

I wasn't ready to speak with him and I wasn't ready to forgive nor forget...

I gathered what I had packed including the Dragon Harp, I left behind a letter that I managed to write during my recovery as I left at the Hour of the Wolf, I left Winterfell and I never looked back. I even gathered a pack of food from the kitchens of Winterfell; I still ate small and I was still regaining weight but I couldn't stay in Winterfell.

The Old Gods were calling as I traveled with no set destination; I just had to get away, I could not stand being around my family and I could not stand the looks. Serena Snow pretty much died within Lady Stark's now ruined Sept; I was Aerea Stark and I had no home or family.

I don't know how long I walked but I made camp before nightfall; I didn't light a fire for I didn't want to be found, I ate half a loaf of bread before crawling into my bed roll beneath the bearskin and slept soundly through the night. I woke at dawn, finished the other half of the bread loaf, packed up, made sure I left no trace of my-self and started walking once more.

I came across no one not even bandits as I walked; I spent some time rebuilding my strength by lifting rocks and logs, starting small and working up to heavier items. I even found sticks long and thick to practice my sword wielding; I felt my-self get stronger with time as I kept eating small meals, building up my strength and simply live in the moment day to day.

It was nearly a Moon; when I heard a beautiful song, it was soothing like a balm to my soul and it renewed me in a way. I followed the song until I entered a clearing and came upon the most beautiful creature that the Gods ever created.

A bird of unearthly beauty made of moonlight, gold, amber and silver; but it was the eyes that were the most captivating, solid night and twilight skies with bright glowing silver moon pupils. The bird held a sword in its talons and we stared at each other; the bird quietly approached as it left the sword behind.

I stared at the bird, feeling Great Power flow from its being and I got a vision; I saw a girl with my figure and the long face of the Starks, she had the bird's coloring and I knew she was to be my daughter. The Old Gods appeared before us; I knelt as the bird bowed and the Gods bowed back.

"Aerea Stark, Winter Rose of the North; you have been chosen by the Fates to bear the Last Phoenix's human host and mortal twin," said the Old God of Winter.

I stared in shock as I looked towards the Last Phoenix; I never knew what a Phoenix was or what a Phoenix looked like and I asked confused: "Why choose me? All my life I thought I was a bastard until I learned the truth and I am still confused!"

"You were always meant to be born but your life would've always been filled with danger and challenges;" answered the Old God of Air. "In other timelines you would have been born as a man, bond with Dragons and rise as King of Westros!"

"But the Dragons of Our timeline are abominations created by the Demon Lord R'hllor who stylizes Him-self as the Red God;" hissed the Old God of Water. "He murdered the entire race of Phoenixes to birth His Dragons from stone and banished the Phoenix souls to the Void to parish!"

Act Four

"But House Targaryen were able to control the Dragons until the Dance saw them all extinct;" I said in thought, "they still kept the practices of marrying sister to brother, aunt to nephew and uncle to niece to keep the bloodline pure!"

"R'hllor bedded fourteen of His Priestesses who bore Him each a child who became the Fourteen Flames, the so-called Gods of Valyria;" rumbled the Old God of Earth matter of fact. "It was the bloodlines of the Fourteen Flames who controlled the Dragons; House Targaryen had no blood ties to the Flames and they were a bastard house!"

"House Targaryen used Blood Magic to bond with Dragons when the Doom came, Daenys Targaryen was an Oracle who foresaw the Doom but she was against saving the Dragons;" continued the Old God of Fire. "But Aenar the Exile would not heed his daughter's warning bout the danger the Dragons would bring!"

"So the practice of incest was used in Blood Magic to control the surviving Dragons on Dragonstone;" I said in thought, "that explains why House Targaryen embellishes their history to look good in a way!"

"Aegon the Conqueror and his two sisters who he took to wife had touches of the Sight;" explained the Old Winter God simply. "It gave them the idea to conquer Westros with Dragons and created the Iron Throne which had brought nothing but grief!"

"Dragon fire forged the Iron Throne;" I said and the Old Fire God intoned: "Phoenix Fire can destroy the Throne and reset the Balance!"

"House Stark and House Targaryen share a common ancestor through the Founders of your lines;" states the Old Water God, "House Targaryen was founded by the son of a powerful sorceress who was half-sister of a High King and Brandon the Builder was born of the Queen, and legal wife of the High King as such House Stark was born of the legal line!"

"Such bloodlines were bound to converge;" spoke the Old Earth God matter of fact, "it's why you were chosen not only as Our Oracle but to bear the one who will be High Queen!"

"How will I bear the human host and mortal twin of the Last Phoenix?" I asked and I added pointedly: "I never slept with a man or even a woman!"

I know I should've asked about the common ancestor that Houses Stark and Targaryen [even Baratheon] share through the Founders of the bloodlines. But I was more curious in becoming the Mother of the Last Phoenix by bearing its human host and mortal twin.

"The Last Phoenix will release her soul which will enter your womb and she will sleep there until you find a worthy man to sire the child;" explained the Old Winter God in answer.

I inquired curiously: "How will the Last Phoenix release her soul to enter and sleep within my womb?"

The Last Phoenix was the one who answered my question; she came close to me as she spread her wings wide, trilled a song and burst into silver-white fire with tints of gold and amber. Then she embraced me but her fire didn't harm nor burned me; I sensed something enter my womb, it was warm and it settled there.

I had closed my eyes when the Phoenix had embraced me and I opened my eyes to find my-self surrounded by ashes, and my clothes were still intact; I laid my hand upon my womb where I could feel the warmth. The soul of the Last Phoenix now sleeps within me until I decide to bear a child who will be her human host and twin.

Suddenly the sword that the Last Phoenix had held was floated to me by the Old Gods as They presented it to me.

"Now Aerea Stark, We bestow to you Dark Sister;" spoke the Old Gods solemnly, "We give you the Sword of Visenya Targaryen, Dark Sister is now yours!"

I took the sword as I held one of two legendary swords of House Targaryen; the Sword of Visenya, Dark Sister and now it's mine to wield.

"I, Aerea Stark, swear to serve the Old Gods as Their Oracle;" I said as I knelt and felt the Old Gods embrace me.

I was healed and restored as I walked through White Harbor; I wore Dark Sister upon my hips as I found a ship heading towards Dorne. I paid the Captain to deliver Elia Martell's letter to her brothers along with a letter from me. Once that was done; I headed towards the Godswood of White Harbor and I was allowed in to pray, but as I neared the Weirwood heart tree...a light appeared and engulfed me!