4 weeks after the battle for Kings Landing.
''We break the wheel together'' are the last words Dany ever said to Jon. He kept reminding himself that it was the best decision he made. Even though deep down in his heart Jon knew this wasn't true. He knew he could've saved her, or at least tried to, but he didn't.
Jon his thoughts were interrupted by Tormund who walked into his tent. Trying to get his attention. It's been 4 weeks since Jon joined Tormund and the other wildlings behind the wall. Tormund noticed the change in Jon, the sadness and the guilt that had taken over.
''Are you ready, my little crow?'' Tormund asked excited.
Jon turned around to face Tormund, he nodded before getting up. Jon grabbed his sword and followed Tormund out of his tent.
''So, what are we doing today?'' Jon asked.
''The usual, hunting. Preparing food'' Tormund said with a smile before making way towards the forest were they usually went hunting.
Jon nodded and followed Tormund.
Jon had noticed the change in the surroundings behind the wall. The ice cold, chilling feeling had disappeared ever since the Night King was defeated. The luring threat, to get killed by the White Walkers was gone as well. This made him feel uncomfortable. Jon was used by now to live on edge every second for most of his life. Being born a bastard gave him that feeling ever since he could remember. The reveal of his true parentage didn't change that. He always felt like an outsider in Westeros. The only place where he felt home before everything went to shit, was with her.
Jon didn't notice where he was walking until he was tackled by Tormund who pushed him on to the ground. ''There's something there! Stay down'' he said in a hurry.
Jon was pulled back to reality when he noticed a growling sound approaching them, coming closer every second.
Jon held in his breath while trying to see what was coming for them. He turned around to face Tormund, but he was gone.
''Shit'' Jon thought to himself, while trying to scan his surroundings to look for Tormund. Tormund was nowhere to be found so Jon decided to crawl towards the cliff.
Jon pulled out his sword the second he reached the cliff. He jumped from behind the cliff while readying his sword to fight whatever had been approaching them. But Jon never expected what happened next. He heard a loud growl from behind, approaching from the tree line of the forest, so he turned around to look.
''Ghost?'' He asked surprised. The white direwolf approached Jon carefully. He seemed to be injured by something, but Jon didn't know what.
Jon kneeled down and petted his wolf, before checking his wounds. He noticed the claw like wounds on the back.
The wound appeared to be from a creature with claws. It looked deep but it didn't seem like it would be fatal.
Jon was about the check his surroundings when he saw Tormund running towards him with the biggest shock on his face. Tormund stopped when he reached Jon.
''Ehm, little Crow. You might wanna check that out..'' he mumbled, while trying to catch his breath.
Tormund pointed towards smoke coming from the middle of the forest.
''What is it?'' Jon asked a bit irritated.
''Just check it out'' Tormund said.
Jon nodded, before grabbing his sword from the ground. He made his way into the forest, followed by Tormund and Ghost who were behind him.
Jon noticed the smoke around him. He turned around to face Tormund who gestured for him to continue walking until they reached an open, burned spot in the middle of the forest.
Jon was taken by surprise by a loud growl coming from a small creature in front of him.
''How's this possible?'' Jon stuttered. ''The only dragon left is the black one'' he added.
Tormund shook his head ''Apparently not.''
Jon approached the small dragon who was sitting on a rock in front of him. Carefully putting out his hand, trying to gain the dragons trust. Just like he had done in the past with Drogon.
The dragon didn't seem to like Jon approaching him and opened his mouth showing his teeth. Jon took a step back, waiting out the dragons reaction. The dragon didn't move a muscle. Jon took of his glove and tried to approach the dragon again. This time the dragon let him. Jon carefully put his hand against the dragons head, carefully caressing the dragons rough scales.
Jon noticed the bright, but dark eye color of the dragon, and it reminded him of Drogon. The dragon had even the same scale color, red mixed with black.
Tormund interrupted the awkward silence and stared at Jon ''Where did he come from? I mean, the last dragon flew off..with..you know..'' he mumbled.
Jon turned around, with an sad, yet annoyed expression on his face ''You mean, Daenerys. The woman I killed?'' he scoffed, trying to hold back his tears. This was the first time Jon had mentioned her name. He knew he had no right to ever mention her name, he was the man without honor after all.
Tormund didn't know how to answer to Jon ''Ehh..yeah..'' he mumbled.
Jon turned around to face the dragon again and somehow without saying a word the dragon flew right onto Jons shoulder.
''I can't leave him behind'' Jon stated.
''What are you planning on doing? You can't just bring a dragon back to the camp!'' Tormund said confused.
''I know. But a dragon left alone can be a dangerous thing'' Jon said concerned. He knew this was true. It was the same saying Aemon Targaryen had once told him when things were much easier ''A Targaryen alone in the world. It's a terrible fate.''
''Listen, Tormund. I have to find his nest. Usually dragons lay multiple eggs. I need to find his brothers and sisters, so he will be safe'' Jon explained.
Tormund nodded at Jon and agreed ''Dragons don't belong in the North. Bring them home and then return here. But be careful, no one has forgotten that you're banished to life your live behind the wall, remember that'' he added.
''I can't forget, even if I wanted to. My fate is here. I'll return, I promise'' Jon said reassuring, before pulling his friend in for a hug.
''Please take care of Ghost while I'm gone. I need him to stay here.''
''Of course, little crow'' Tormund said with a grin before parting ways with Jon, taking Ghost with him.
…
About 3 weeks ago in Asshai, Westeros.
''We ask the Lord to shine his light, and lead a soul out of the darkness. We beg the Lord to share his fire, and light a candle that has gone out. From darkness, light. From ashes, fire. From death, life'' one of the red priestess kept repeating over and over. Hoping that their prayers would be answered.
The priestess studied the body of the girl that arrived at their doorsteps a few weeks ago. A dagger plugged into her chest. Being held in the claws of a dragon, the creature of myth and legend. The priestess knew this was a sign. A sign to bring back the one who had lost her life at the hands of her lover.
''From death, life'' the priestess kept repeating. ''From DEATH, LIFE'' the priestess screamed out one more time.
This time it worked. The silver haired girl, opened her eyes. She was sitting up in the matter of a few seconds. Daenerys took in her surroundings and saw a woman standing left from her.
She looked down at her torso and saw a big stab wound between her breasts. She trailed down her fingers over the wound. ''It wasn't a dream'' she said while tears were forming in the corner of her eyes, looking shocked at the priestess.
The priestess took off her cloak and handed it over to Daenerys. Daenerys accepted the cloak and tried to cover herself as much as possible before trying to stand up.
''You shouldn't!'' The priestess tried to tell her, but it was no use. Daenerys almost fell down but the priestess was able to catch her just in time.
''You need to take it easy'' she added.
Daenerys looked empty eyed at the priestess before she nodded at the priestess. The priestess helped her towards a chair so she could sit down.
''He..He stabbed me'' Daenerys mumbled while trying to understand what happened to her.
The priestess nodded ''Yes. You were gone'' she stated.
''I don't understand…why am I back?'' Daenerys asked confused.
''I think you have a roll to play, in bringing peace back to Westeros. The real danger is still lurking, now more than ever.''
''But I was the real danger, wasn't I? Otherwise, he wouldn't have stabbed me..'' Daenerys mumbled confused.
''I can't tell you that, but you came back for a reason. That's all I know''
The priestess disappeared into another room and came back 15 minutes later with a dark red robe before handing it to Daenerys. ''This is yours'' the priestess said.
Daenerys accepted the robe and studied its features. It was a dark red robe, that reminded her of dragon fire. The fire that was always inside of her. The fire that had been awoken the moment Cersei had rung the bells back in Kings Landing.
Daenerys had put on the clothes the priestess had given to her before she left her behind in the room to get dressed. Daenerys walked out of the room, trying to find the priestess. But she was taken by surprise when she saw something familiar to her. She noticed a shadow in the sky that was approaching fast.
''Drogon!'' Daenerys yelled out, trying to hold back her tears. She was relieved to see her dragon. Daenerys walked towards the dragon who landed a few feet away from her. Daenerys approached Drogon before caressing the dragon carefully. The dragon put his head near her shoulders, like he was hugging her.
''It's okay, boy. I'm here'' she whispered to him.
Drogon growled softly towards his mother before pushing her onto his back.
In that moment the priestess walked out and saw Daenerys sitting on top of Drogon. She knew this was supposed to happen the minute she found dragon with the girl in his claws. ''A dragon can't survive without his mother'' the priestess said before leaving Daenerys and Drogon behind.
Drogon flew off. Leaving Asshai behind fast. He knew exactly where he was going. What Daenerys didn't know that she was about to see the man who ended her life soon enough. Because fate had others plans for the two of them. To stop, the world from the real danger.
…
Jon had been traveling south, towards Winterfell for about a week now. Trying to find any trace of other dragons. But he had found nothing. The only thing keeping him going was the company of the dragon who was with him. Somehow he connected with the creature, that he had once called ''gorgeous beasts''. He decided to name the dragon after his true father, Rhaegar Targaryen. Rhaegar would be the name of the black, red dragon found in the true North.
Jon had always been curious to know what happened to Drogon the moment he flew off with Daenerys in his claws. But he knew he had no right to know. That ended the moment he decided to end her life, to save a lot of people he kept telling himself. But that was still fresh on his mind, every second he felt the guilt washing over him. Controlling him in a way, that he knew he lost himself along the way. Controlling him this far the he drove the dagger into the chest of the woman he loved.
Jons thoughts were interrupted by the dragon who growled at something. Jon noticed two riders approaching fast towards him. He noticed the Stark banners they were carrying. Jon took a deep breath before grabbing his sword. He stood ready, waiting for the two men to arrive.
They stopped right in front of Jon before they got of their horse. One of the man seemed familiar to Jon but he couldn't exactly place him. He probably fought along side him in the Great War.
''Crow'' the man stated, clearly not amused at the sight of Jon.
''Sir'' Jon said before clearing his throat. Jon had hidden Rhaegar just before the riders approached so they wouldn't get to suspicious by who he was.
''What's a crow doing here?'' the man asked him.
''I'm here for official business. In the kings name'' Jon said.
''Whatever that is, the King of the six kingdoms, isn't our king. Our Queen, is our true leader.''
Jon nodded at the man ''I know. So may I have an audience with your Grace?'' he said.
''What's your name?'' the man asked suspicious.
Jon cleared his throat ''Aegon, Targaryen.''
The man looked even more suspicious at Jon ''There are no Targaryens left. The last one was killed about 6 weeks ago!'' he scoffed.
Jon shrug his head but didn't say another word. ''Can we get going?'' he asked instead.
''To get beheaded, for treason? Sure'' the man said with a grin.
Jon noticed that the second man didn't say a thing to him. He was clearly looking away.
Jon nodded and followed the man towards the gates of Winterfell. A sight he never thought he would see again. Especially since he was banished to go live beyond the wall for the rest of his life. To his surprise he wasn't taken to the main hall of the keep. But towards the Weirwood tree in the Godswood of Winterfell.
Jon saw the shadowy figure of Sansa standing near the tree. He recognized her right away.
The man led Jon towards Sansa before they left him behind.
Sansa turned around to face Jon ''We meet again'' she said with a hint of a smile.
Jon didn't smile back. To be honest, he kind of forgot how to smile. He didn't think he ever had the right to smile again. ''Yes'' he just said.
''You know you were not allowed back here, right?'' Sansa asked a bit annoyed, yet worried.
Jon nodded at Sansa ''Sansa..'' he took a deep breath before he finished his sentence ''I wouldn't be here if it wasn't important. Something has happened beyond the wall'' he said worried.
''You can tell me'' Sansa said. She noticed the worry in Jons voice.
Jon didn't say a word. Instead he opened his bag and led Rhaegar out so he could sit on his shoulder.
Sansa looked confused at the sight of Jon with a dragon ''Where did he come from?'' she asked surprised. ''I thought there was only one dragon left'' she added.
''Yes'' Jon nodded ''So did I. But apparently not, you see why I came here, right? Dragons shouldn't be beyond the wall, especially in the North. It's not where they are meant to be.''
''Jon..'' Sansa tried to find the right words.
''I know. I have no right to be here, but Sansa. I need to save him, please let me continue my journey towards Dragonstone. It's where she kept her dragons..''
''Al right. You have my permission to travel to Dragonstone, with the dragon. But after that you'll have to return to where you belong'' she demanded.
''I promise'' Jon said.
''Good'' Sansa said to Jon with a smile, before pulling him in for a hug. ''No matter what happens, you'll always be a Stark to me. You'll always be my brother'' she whispered before leaving Jon behind in the godswood.
''Escort this man out of Winterfell'' Sansa ordered her guards before making her way back towards the main hall.
She turned around to see Jon leave Winterfell once again.
…
Jon arrived about three weeks later at Dragonstone with Rhaegar by his side. He had seen the beaches of Dragonstone many times before. Jon had always seen the beauty of Dragonstone, but now all he saw was an abandoned place, with memories hunting him from the past. It was, right here, where he had met her for the first time. He was memorized by her beauty the moment he walked into the throne room and noticed Daenerys sitting on the throne.
Jon made his way towards the cave where he had once collected the Dragonglass to forge weapons from it that could help with the fight against the Night King. The cave was dark inside, but he saw one of the old torches and grabbed it. ''Dracarys'' Jon whispered to Rhaegar who lit the torch on fire.
Jon looked around the cave and made his way towards the wall paintings the Children of the forest had made. This place was a hurtful memory for him as well. It was the first time he showed Daenerys that the White Walkers were real.
After about 30 minutes Jon left the cave behind him and made his way towards the keep on top of the cliff. The stairs were a climb but he reached the gates about 15 minutes later.
Jon made his towards the throne room. Rhaegar who was small enough to fit in his bag, accompanied him inside the keep. Jon opened the doors to the throne room before walking inside the room. What was once filled with light, was now completely dark.
He walked towards the throne and touched the ice cold stone that formed the throne at the end of the room. Jon took a deep breath, trying to hold himself together, but it was no use. All of his emotions came out at once. The sadness, the guilt, the loss, everything.
…
Daenerys' point of view, at Dragonstone.
Daenerys had arrived at Dragonstone a week prior to Jon. She had been hiding ever since, not wanting to raise suspicion, she knew no one could know she was alive. Daenerys didn't even know why she had been brought back to life in the first place. All her life she had one goal, the Iron Throne. But when she was within its grasps. She got killed, by the only man, she thought would never betray her. She was wrong.
It was even a bigger surprise for her, when she had heard someone walk into the throne room. Better said, that someone being the man who had ended her life about 6 weeks prior. The sight of Jon walking into her keep, made her feel angry. The rage she had been feeling before her death, had been doubled now. Somehow after her resurrection, all she felt, was rage. Rage for all the people she had lost because she choose to help Jon Snow. She lost two of her children, her most trusted advisor and best friend, and ultimately her own life because she vowed to help the North.
She now, carried the dagger with her, that he had used to end her life with it. The red priestess from Asshai had put the dagger inside of her robe the day she was brought back to life. Daenerys took this as a sign, and she knew what she had to do in order to finally get her peace.
So that's why she decided to confront Jon. Who sat in front of the throne on his knees.
…
''Jon Snow'' he heard coming from behind him. Jon recognized the voice right away. He couldn't even forget it, if he wanted to. It was the voice that had been hunting his dreams ever since Kings Landing.
Jon stood up before turning around to face wherever the voice was coming from. His face turned pale white when he saw the silver haired girl standing across the throne room.
''Dany..?'' he asked in disbelieve. He couldn't believe his eyes, he was sure he was hallucinating so he took a few steps back.