Jon IV
Jon woke up, he tried to reach for Daenerys but she wasn't there. He looked around him, he was in a familiar setting, one hadn't saw in years, Castle Black. He was in his black, steward uniform, his hair like it was back when he was a steward for the Night's Watch. He sat up on his bed. And at the end of it he saw Ghost, back when he was still but a pup. Jon got up, he knew the way around the castle like before, he knew exactly where he wanted to go. He walked through Castle Black, with Ghost following him, he saw none of his black brothers, he had almost lost all hope, until he walked into the room, and he saw the men he wanted to see.
"Egg." Maester Aemon started. He was sitting in the great hall in his chair and Jeor Mormont on the Lord Commander's chair. "It's been a long time I've wanted to call you that."
"You knew?" Jon asked, shocked.
"Of course. We both knew since you came to the wall. No one told me, but I guessed soon after I learned about Ned Stark's head getting separated from its body, and the way Maester Aemon spoke of you. It wasn't hard to guess that Ned Stark would lie to protect his sister's legacy rather than sleep with another woman. He held his honor too deeply. And Ben would never call you Ned's son, only his nephew." The old bear answered. Jon was shocked at how many people knew.
"You knew, and didn't told me anything?" Jon asked.
"You were still a reckless boy when I last saw you, and besides I wouldn't have had you running away again for Daenerys Targaryen this time rather than Maester Aemon." Mormont said
"And if I told you, you would have never renounced Ned Stark as your father. You would have thought I'm simply an old man that only wanted to see someone of his family again. But, now you know Egg" The old maester said.
"How can I speak to you, if you're dead? I've died and there was nothing." The King in the North said.
"You thought there was nothing. Is the notion that you might have forgotten what happened in death when you died so strange to you?" Even in death, the Old Bear was able to talk down Jon, and he could only reply with silence. "It matters not, that's not why the old gods brought you to us. You did your duty well, Lord Snow, you chose that over honor. Not an easy choice, but the right one. But I need to ask you something, who are you?"
"I'm-" Jon was about to reply, but he didn't knew what. Who was he? Jon Snow, the bastard who joined the Night's Watch, and who became Lord Commander? Jon Snow, the King in the North who had put the Boltons to the sword? Aegon Targaryen, married to Daenerys Targaryen, and a father? "I don't know who I am."
"But do you need to only be only one person Egg? The dragon has three heads." Maester Aemon said before vanishing with the Lord Commander. Jon was still in the hall, but he saw a door he'd never seen before in Castle Black. He went through the door and he was back in Winterfell, it was empty again. He knew what had to happen, he mad ethis dream so many times before. He headed down to the crypts of Winterfell, shouted out again that he's not a Stark, while the old kings in the North looked at him, with iron swords across their laps and their wolves beside them. Normally he'd cry out for Arya, his father, or anyone else who'S name is Stark but this time he simply called out "Dany!". This time, in the darkness, he only saw fire coming at him from the darkness, and he woke up.