Jon's black curly locks flowed in the wind as Rhaegal flew at his top speed, Sam and Dany had fallen alseep while Jon watched over them and Gilly looked at the gorgeous view from the side of the dragon, "You're Jon Snow, aren't you?" she questioned. Jon looked over at the Wildling girl and nodded, "Aye. That's my name." he declared, Gilly smiled lightly "Sam talked about you for weeks, made you out to be some sort of legend. He told me how to defended him when he first got to the wall, called you a hero." she stated.
Jon snorted with laughter "I'm no legend, nor hero. I look out for my friends." he stated, Gilly smile widened "Sam is lucky to have someone like you - The Night's Watchmen were so cruel to him once he saved me, thank you for not leaving me." she stated. Jon shook his head dismissively "The Queen is the one you should thank, I'm just here to protect her." he stated.
Gilly snorted "I think you're more to the Queen than just protection." she stated, Jon rose his brow "And why do you say that?" he questioned. Gilly giggled "Well... she had a dragon, so I think you're here because she wants you to be, not because you have to be." she stated, Jon shrugged as he thought about the young girl's words.
Gilly shifted into the leather of the saddle and got more comfortable "You should get some rest, Jon. Your Queen might need you once we get to Meereen." she stated. Jon smiled as she closed her eyes and drifted to sleep, Jon nodded in agreement to her words - night had already begun to fall and he needed his rest if he was going to face Arya's scowls when he arrived back at the palace. Jon slumped down to the ground, only a few feet away from the queen who still wrapped herself in his furs - with a smile on his face, Jon closed his eyes and allowed sleep to consume him.
Jon was shaken awake when Jon was thrown forward to the front of the saddle as Rhaegal skidded to a stop, Jon toppled onto the queen. All of the passengers were awoken at the sudden stop, Jon stared at Dany as her hands went to his hips. They stayed there for just a moment, Dany's cheeks went red as did Jon's as he got off of the dragon queen.
Jon helped her up and looked of onto the side of the saddle, they had landed in a place that was unfamiliar to them, but for some reason Rhaegal had stopped on a rather large island. Jon looked around the land - it seemed to be a island that had been broken apart. Massive crumbling statues of dragons and other such things were littered around them. Dany looked down at Rhaegal who had collapsed to the ground, she whispered words to the dragon in Valyrian with a worried look on her face.
Dany turned to Jon, Sam, and Gilly - "He's exhausted, I think he needs to rest." she stated, Sam nodded but Jon was completely taken with his surroundings "Sam... do you still have your blade?" he asked slowly, Sam rose his brow "Yes... Why?" he asked. Jon shivered "There's something about this place... There's something here and it isn't natural." Jon declared.
Without saying anything else, Jon walked closer to one of the dragon statues that had crumbled to the ground, he ran his hand across the stone "I... I've seen this before." he stated - He remembered back to his dream where he collapsed after fighting with the Dothraki, when he saw the dead Jon Snow grab him as he fell backwards there was a statue of a dragon to the side of him.
"In my dream..." he muttered, Jon felt something calling to him, pulling him further in - something not of this world and then he heard it 'Find me...' the snake like voice spoke to him.
Jon heard trudging around in the mud behind him and then three men fell from the statues above them. They were beefy men with torn clothing and grayscale covering their body, "Stone-men!" Sam exclaimed "Don't let them touch you!" he added. Jon leapt backward to stand in front of his allies, "Stay behind me!" he ordered, he drew his blade as one of the men came charging at them.
With a clean swipe of his blade he chopped the man clean in half, when the blood leaked from him - it was black as the night sky and not like red blood that he'd been so used to. Jon prowled in front of them as he heard Gilly whimper in fear and Dany yelling at Rhaegal in Valyrian. Jon sliced his sword at the second man's arm, but he continued to flail his good arm at Jon dodged the man's attacks and chopped both of his legs off and then with a powerful blow plunged the sword into his skull.
The last stone-man was the biggest and chuckled deeply as he trudged forward, Jon swung his blade at the man's neck. The stone-man grabbed the sword his bare hand and threw it off to the side, Jon leaped out of the way and went after the blade. The stone man slowly approached Gilly and her baby, Sam chopped the man in the shoulder with his sword. It got stuck in his shoulder blade and seemed to barely affect the monster of a man.
The stone-man hobbled to Sam with an aggravated look on his face, but before the stone-man could even think of harming Sam, Jon detached the stone-man's head from his shoulders. The scaly head rolled on the floor as everyone turned their eyes to Jon, he panted heavily. Jon looked to Dany "Can you get him awake?" he asked with heavy breaths between every word. The dragon queen shook her head "He's passed out." he stated.
"We need to get out of the open." Jon declared, Sam nodded "If there are stone men here... then we're in old Valyria, there should be castles that remain intact to the east." he stated, Jon nodded "Let's go." he stated and they all began to make their way to an almost untouched part of the island - there was one massive castle that still stood high - all surrounding areas had been destroyed and cover with dust and ash.
Jon and Sam broke open the sealed door with their blades and the entire group made their way into the stronghold. The castle was huge and statues of dragons were built all around the entire castle, there seemed to be no end to them. Jon walked in the front of the group with his sword still drawn, there was breeze of cool air that rushed through the group - like the doors hadn't been opened in years.
'Find Me...' Jon heard again and a shiver went down his spine, the eerie voice had become louder.
Dany walked next to Jon and seemed just as taken with the dragon statues as he was, "So... this is where my people come from." she stated, Sam nodded "Aye. All the dragon lords of old came from these islands, but all the Targaryen resided on Dragonstone, your grace." he informed "I reckon that we're the first to roam these halls since the doom of Valyria." he noted.
Jon walked foward a bit faster than the rest of them and there was a loud crunching noise from the floor below him "What wa-" Jon started but before he could finish, the floor gave away and Jon fell into a pit below the surface of the castle, Jon cried out as he fell maybe 50 feet below the base of the castle. Jon hit his back hard on the stone floor, he groaned in pain and threw his hand to his ribs.
"Jon!" Dany called out, "I'm... I'm okay!" he forced out. Jon rolled over on his stomach and forced himself onto his feet and looked back up "I'm... fine, there's... it look like there's a basement down here!" he called up. Dany nodded "We'll look for something to get you out or a way down." she explained, Jon nodded as she ran out of his view.
'Find Me!' the voice bellowed in his ear, he was close, so very close. Jon once again felt drawn into the darkness that consumed most of the room, he walked closer and he heard what sounded like bated breaths in the distance.
"You found me..." the snake voice revealed itself, a torch was lit to the right, showing the man in all his horror - the man was skin and bones, he looked malnourished, his eyes were a fiery yellow, his face was sagging and had burn marks covering the left side of it, his hair, though withered, was still long past his shoulder and a bright blonde. He wore a distinct armor, the color had faded but it still looked like no sword could pierce it.
The man coughed with a light chuckle "I've been waiting a long time for this, Jon Snow." he stated in his harsh voice. Jon reached for his sword, but realized that it had fallen off during his fall, "Who are you?" he asked in an announcing voice. He smiled with his crisp lips "I am Azor Ahai... or I was, but now I am a legend, a myth..." he explained "I've been waiting for someone to take my place for centuries, waiting here - dead but still living." he stated.
"I gave up everything to save them and they sing songs and tell tales about me, but what good is this when this is your fate. For years I've sat here. Waiting. Long before the lords and their dragons, I've heard them, I head them when they arrived, their battle plans, and I heard them die" he stated, "But enough of an old man's ramblings... Jon Snow, The White Wolf, you are the next hero of legend." he stated.
"The sword... Take it, I called it Lightbringer, but that was my story - This is yours." he stated and slowly extended his index finger to point at a blade that was lying on the ground next to him. Jon approached it and grabbed it from the ground.
The steel was light, but the blade was sharp - it reminded Jon of Longclaw, but there was something different about the blade - he felt attracted to it. The steel was white and Ghost's fur and cold to the touch, the hilt of the blade had a burning star on it and it felt good when Jon swung the blade. He turned back to Azor Ahai.
"Jon Snow... You are the Prince that was Promise, take the sword and drive it into my heart. Grant me death and the blade will never fail you." he stated, Jon looked at him baffled "How do you know who I am?" Jon asked, the man smiled again "You are the lord's chosen as I once was - The Other's will come with the Night King at the helm of the attack, you will be the only one that rises to take action. You will take your army and rain fire on the White Walkers and succeed where I failed. You, Jon Snow, will take Lightbringer and defeat The Others forever and banish winter from this realm. Winter is nearly upon us, make sure the long night does not swallow the world whole." he explained.
Jon nodded "You... want me to kill you?" he asked, he nodded "Please, Jon Snow, I wish to be with my beloved once again. Kill me and take the name Azor Ahai, please." he begged, Jon nodded - he wasn't sure why but he felt this man had no reason to lie and he would do what he had been asked. Jon tightened his grip on the man and plunged the blade into his heart, the man smiled as the life faded from him "Thank... you..." he murmured as he closed his eyes and death finally took him.
Jon felt a tingling feeling run through his body and he shivered, he ran his fingers over the blade and and the icy cold feeling the steel had before was gone and heat exumed from the blade, there was a crumbling sound come from the side of him and the wall next to the torch collapsed and revealed a stair case that went back up to the first floor. Jon strapped the blade to his side and took a deep breath, he finally knew what to do.