JON SNOW

The sun had just started to come up. when he finally got up from the chair. His decision was made. By the dusk of the day, he would leave the wall and go north. There was nothing left for him here. With that in mind, he started packing his belongings.

An hour later, he was done with it. Everything except Longclaw had been packed into two sacks. He was tying the sword behind his back when a knock sounded on the door. A brother of night's watch entered his room a second later.

"Lord Snow, The lord commander has requested your presence in the mess hall."

He nodded and started following him, internally wondering upon the number of names he had been called over the years. The mess hall was barely half-filled. Even then, the number of free folks was much higher than that of the brother's of the night watch.

The new lord commander was a dour mid-aged, bastard son of a minor lord in The North. Jon had hated his voice since the first time he had heard it acting as Commander Mormont's steward.

"Lord Snow, the new recruits would be taking their vows today. Would you join them today, or you need more time to settle down?"

The last two words, the same ones he had used as an excuse half a moon turn ago, were filled with so much sarcasm, that he was sure even ghost would have rolled his eyes at it.

"No lord commander. I have settled myself as much as it was needed."

He waited for a second before continuing, knowing the entire hall was waiting for his next words.

"But I won't be taking the vows of Night's Watch, ever again."

His eyes were locked with those of the lord commander at the last two words. As expected, all the muttering in the hall stopped. The atmosphere immediately became tense. He saw both, his former brothers and the free-folk clutching their weapons. Before the situation could turn violent, the lord commander spoke up.

"You will leave the castle black before mid-day, Lord Snow. I will inform Kingslanding and Winterfell about your decision."

He nodded and left the room, not saying anything in response. He had already planned on leaving, just not in the direction the lord commander was expecting him to.

As he returned to his room, Tormund came in thundering through the door.

"King crow, where will you go. The kneelers will kill you if you go back to them."

He chuckled at the worried undertone of the words. How the times change.

"No Tormund. My life on this side of The Wall is over. The North is where I would be heading."

He bent to pick up the sacks, not seeing the worried expression go through Tormund's face. When he turned back, Tormund threw his arms around him, dragging him out of the door.

"Aye, you would finally be a free folk, snow. Let's leave this cursed place together."

A few hours later found him exiting the tunnel beneath the wall on the northern side. As the last of Tormund's people stepped out, he turned to look back, wondering what his ancestors would think of this moment.

The last known son of Valyria, taking the first step on his final journey. His thoughts ranged from the 40 dragonlords to Aegon and his sister-wives and finally his father. What would they say, when he finally meets them in the afterlife, if he was granted one. With one final look, he turned towards the North, leaving behind everything he had known from his birth in the tower of joy, all those years ago. He never knew that these actions were being noticed by some very powerful beings.

Far in the south, in a large red palace, a King took a breath of relief.

Somewhere, someone else noticed, that after 22 years, House Stark had finally destroyed House Targaryen.

As soon as his pack was over the ridge, he fell back on the ground, breathing like a horse who had run from Winterfell to Castle Cerwyn without stopping. He laid there for quite a long time before his mind caught up with an important fact. His fall had not been painful and the reason behind that was quite clear. Rather than cold hard earth, it was a layer of snow beneath him. His mind immediately went back to the last time he had fallen in the snow, muscle memories working overtime to bring him back to his feet. A second later, his sword was out of the scabbard as he turned to look around.

The sight which greeted his eyes amazed him in a way like never before. White snow was covering everything as far as he could see. A sharp difference from the plains below the mountain he had climbed on.

(A moon's turn and six days ago)

After leaving the free folks, he had ridden in the northern direction, intending to keep moving till he saw something worth stopping. Since the snow and ice had melted since night king's death, he had reached The Thenn valley in less than a moon's turn. Barely a few people of the tribe had survived after everything, and they were taking their time before returning here. He had met some of them on his journey from the wall.

After spending two days in the valley, he had started the only known perilous part of his journey, climbing the Frostfangs mountains. Even with the melting ice and lack of the constant blizzard, it was cold enough that one of his two horses died in the middle of the climb. He had left behind all except one pack on the surviving horse, choosing only to bring a few clothes, his sword, as much meat as he could pack, and a few more items.

But tired of exhaustion, he had chosen the wrong path. Instead of taking him on the top of the mountain, the path had curved midway, and brought him on the other side of the mountain, towards the land of always winter. For a moment, he had wondered about going back, as he had always wanted to climb its peak. But one look at his horse had stopped that thought. His companion looked like he was ready to die, with all the breezing and staggering. He had decided to camp there, before moving any forward.

As the sun went down the next day, he finally reached the plains below the mountain. Although there was a stretch of green area, it was not much. There was another line of mountains, starting barely two leagues from where he was standing. After considering everything, he decided to free his horse. The animal was not looking like it would survive another climb. He had stayed in the plains for another two days before starting to climb again. This time he had only carried his sword, ropes, one set of extra clothes, and all the meat he could carry in his pack. It took him three days of walking before he came to a steep climb that would lead to the mountain peak. After resting for one night, he had started the climb early morning and reached the topmost ledge by midday. He had left his pack there, and climbed up the rest of the way, deciding to pull it up when he reached on top. And here he was.

After admiring the familiar view of snow for a long time, he started making camp there. He had an important decision to make now, whether to continue moving forward or return. The former was one which he preferred, but the lack of vegetation he could see on the way forwards was a big issue. He would never survive for a long time without fire. Also, there was a matter of food. He had some meat still in his pack, but even if he rationed it, it would be finished within three days. With a sigh, he started collecting some wood still lying around, intending to decide everything the next morning.

Late in the night, something woke him up. It took him some time to trust his ears, but he was sure. The fire which should have gone out by now was crackling heavily, and there was the sound of people speaking. He drew his sword from the scabbard and moved towards the opening of his tent slowly. The scene around the fire was unbelievable.

7 people surround by fire were sitting on the logs around the now roaring fire. While he couldn't see the person closest to him, he could tell that he was incredibly muscled and had the body of a warrior warlord. One of them was a middle-aged man, dressed in red color robes and red hair, while the other man had silver hair like his ancestors, and the most aristocratic face he had ever seen. There was something familiar on his face, but he couldn't identify it. The person was an old female, wearing clothes unsuitable for the cold, with a trident laid in her lap. One well the fire seem to be afraid of him and the other gods shield away from him. one well was energetic but alert the other right next to him well looked mad and murderous and the last wore red robes and his eyes were the fire.

Ah Jon snow, finally awake huh. Join us."

Noticing that they did not look ready for a fight, he stepped towards the fire, holding his sword ready on the side. As he took a seat on one of the logs, which had not been present there earlier, the man in red robe clapped him on his back.

"It's wonderful to meet you again, Jon snow. And this time you are even alive."

So many questions and thoughts arose in his mind at once, that he froze on his seat. The man with silver hair must have noticed it because he turned to speak to him next.

"Ignore him for the moment, Aureon He likes his japes too much."

The mention of his real name broke him from his frozen state. Gripping his sword, he snarled.

"Who are you guys? And how do you know that name?"

While the two men smirked at the same time, they turned to look towards the fourth member of their group. Absent-mindedly noticing the old woman's raised eyebrows, he also turned towards the last person. Once again the feeling of familiarity struck him hard. The man was old, with a black beard and body like Greatjon, but face somewhat his father. (Uncle, not father, his mind supplied). His eyes though were filled with amusement.

"There are a lot of names for us young man. But you know us The Old gods of the north, R'hllor of the sun and light, The god of Valyria of Fire and Air Magic, Mother Rhoyne of Water and Blood Magic, The Warrior of the Seven who are one, Death commands the afterlife and the dead and will one day destroy this universe, The Storm God.

With each name, the man had pointed to one member of the group. Jon's body had fallen on one knee without any thought, with his head bowed.

"My lords."

A second later, he added.

"And My lady."

He was sure the one crackling with laughter was R'hllor. A soft female voice addressed him.

"You are trusting our words with proof, snow?"

"The logs, clothes, and fire are proof enough, My lady."

He saw her turning towards the God of Valyria and the Old gods.

"He is not an idiot, at least. I agree with your choice."

The god of Valyria spoke up then.

"Take a seat, Aureon Targarygen We have a lot to discuss."

Placing his sword at side, he took his seat again.

The old god addressed him again.

"So Jon snow, what do you think why are we meeting you here?"

"To punish me, My lord."

"Oh, do tell me what do you think you should be punished for."

He thought immediately went back to that fateful day in King's landing.

"Me stabbing my chosen queen. Kin-slaying. The betrayal she faced by me. There are many, my lord."

The god of Valyria was the first to speak.

"Let's make one thing clear, Aureon Targaryen Killing Daenerys Targaryen was not one of your sins. Killing your aunt was, killing your queen was, but killing the madwoman she had become, was not."

"But I stabbed her when she trusted me. I betrayed her."

"Yes, you did. You did a lot of cowardly things and betrayed her. Her closest allies did too, many times in her life. But nothing excuses the death of 400,000 people by her hand. She did that by her own decision. Nothing forced her. She was feeling grief and anger, so she did it. You did the right thing by killing her or things would have deteriorated even further."

He didn't reply for some time. But when he spoke, everything he had thought, but never told anyone, came out.

"Aye, My lord. I know that. I didn't feel any regret for killing her. Whatever I felt, was for killing my last family member, my queen, and the woman I loved. The one person in the world who loved me for who I was, not what I was."

Mother Rhoyne's voice did not hold the same tone her words did.

"Your siblings loved you too, didn't they snow?"

His reply held the truth, what he had felt over the years.

"I never knew my lady. My only sister died even before I was born, killed by more than a hundred wounds from a knife. My elder brother died with his head bashed, before his first name day. But I assume you were talking about my cousins. Sansa and Arya may have loved me at some time. But I lost Sansa's love when she started believing her mother, and Arya's when she escaped from the king's landing. After that, the love was gone. Bran's head was filled with stories about the knights, and many times he too behaved like Sansa. The only one to love me was Robb and Rickon. Even then Robb had his moments."

His eyes had torn up by the end.

"Yet, you still told your sisters about your secret, even when the woman you loved, asked you not to."

"Aye, My lady. There was a little hope still left inside me. It died some days later."

There was a heavy silence left after that. No one spoke for some time. He lifted his head to see all the gods staring at Death who was gripping a Shepherd Scythe with a deep grip, Feeling the fear from the others Jon knew Death had more power than the others Death hand raise and he waves at them to continue After a few moments, he gave a small nod.

"There are some things you need to Jon Snow."

"What, My lord."

"The Night King is not dead, Jon Snow."

His heart lurched.

"No, Arya.."

"Arya Stark killed his physical body. His essence still lives on."

His mind went on the obvious answer.

"Bran?"

This time the reply was filled with derision.

"No, the three-eyed raven is himself. The essence that left Night king's body transferred itself into the person closest to it."

Horror filled him.

"Arya."

"Aye, your younger cousin now holds the essence in her body."

His thoughts immediately came to why they were here. He said in a resigned voice.

"You want me to kill her. How many of my kin do I have to kill before my death."

Mother Rhoyne's voice was soft this time.

"No Jon Snow. That's not we want."

R'hllor finally spoke up too.

"And you cannot kill her. By the time you find her, the essence will change her. She will be not killed easily now."

"Then how can I stop her."

"You can't. A few years from now, the essence would change her mind completely. She will return to the north once again, to take her place as the new Night queen. But this time the essence will make her assassinate the three-eyed raven before coming here. And since your overconfident younger cousin has decided to not select his successor or even look for him or her, the powers of the three-eyed raven will fade with his death. When the night queen comes back after building her power, nothing will there to stop the death and destruction."

His thoughts were resigned now.

"How much time do we have?"

R'hllor turned to point at another mountain many leagues away.

"The ice fort of great other is beyond that mountain. Once she reaches there, it will be a matter of a few decades, before she is ready."

"That's why this area is covered in the snow."

"Aye."

All his thoughts had disappeared now. His mind was empty.

"Is that why you are here my lord. Is this my punishment? Knowing that I failed in everything I ever did. Knowing I can do nothing but watch as my cousin becomes a monster and kills every living soul."

The old god answered.

"Yes and No, Jon Snow."

"I don't understand my lord."

"You will, but not right now. Rest today young man. We have some tasks to complete before we answer you. We will meet you again, tomorrow."

With that, all of them faded from where they were sitting, leaving behind 7 logs, a crackling fire, and a broken man.

Suddenly Pain racks his body

Screaming Jon Snow passes out receiving the pain for his cowardly acts that he did to keep his honor.

The sound of fire, which had gone out sometime in the morning, crackling once again, woke him up and ended the pain. The gods had arrived finally and were discussing something among themselves. Checking his position, he felt the need to slap himself.

"As I told you yesterday, making you learn about what is going to happen, is a part of your punishment, and part of something else."

"Something else, My lord."

"Yes, Jon Snow. Tell me if you could go back and change everything, would you do it?"

His response was immediate.

"Yes, My lord."

"What would you change?"

The answer to that took it's time to form in his mind.

"A lot of things, My Lord. A lot of things."

"Then you are in luck Jon snow. We will be sending you back in time."

"Than.."

"I have not yet finished speaking, young man."

All the excitement he had, disappeared immediately, replaced with shame.

"I am sorry, my lord."

"Keep to your manners. As I said we will be sending you back in time, But a balance is needed in order for you to win we need to give you boons but Balance needs a price so every boon and a price will be made''.

As his mind went over everything the god had said, a question arose in it.

"Why me, My lord. It doesn't look like punishment."

"It is a punishment, young man. The pain that you will feel while we send your soul back in time will be much worse than anything you have ever felt. Also, the new world will have a new duty, a big burden on your shoulders to complete. It will be years before you feel any type of rest."

"I am ready for that, my lord."

"We know. That's why you were chosen to do so. Any other question, before we proceed?"

Jon takes a breath

'' For reason that you don't need to know, the night king's body not only contains its essence, but it has also become a channel for great other's power. The night king will be much more powerful and deadly If he wins in the great other will finally be in a position to threaten us. And that cannot be allowed, Jon snow."

"Wouldn't the essence transfer to me, If I manage to kill it?"

"There is no If about Jon snow. You have to kill him. For your other question, have you heard about the prophecy of ice and fire?"

"Bran mentioned it, but never explained it."

"As expected. You don't need to know the entire thing, just the meaning. It said that 'a prince who was promised' will be 'born from ice and fire', who will be 'Azor Ahai reborn' and will stand against the others.' The prophecy was made for a reason, Jon snow. I am sure you understand what I mean."

"I was supposed to kill the Night King."

"Yes. If you had been the one to strike him, the essence would have been consumed allowing you to become what you should have been ''.

Confused Jon looks at them '' What ''.

The Gods sigh then the Warrior answers '' A new Force of nature like the Three-eyed -raven ''.

Jon stun and confused nods when The god of valyria says '' Jon think about this the great other do you honestly think the night king was the worse of his creations ''.

Pale Jon whispers '' No there's worse ''.

Smirking the storm god says '' where do you think the Dark gods of Qohor or the drowned god and The Monsters of legend come from ''.

In horror Jon whispers '' You mean they are

The Valyria god smirks '' Monsters yes ''.

Jon thinks '' Did you gods create some ''.

The Old god smirks '' Yes most light creatures are ours ''.

The Warrior smiles '' Me I created the Night watch to battle the Monsters and false gods ''.

Heatbeating Jon smiles a little when the Warrior turns sad '' But the Watch became bound to the wall after they did a binding spell on the monsters to Soythros stupidly thinking the spell will always hold''.

Jon swallows '' I'm guessing that is one of my tasks ''.

Smirking the Warrior '' Yes the Night Watch needs to become a monster hunting guild once more also the Oath wasn't supposed to include I'll father no children take no Land have no title in fact it would be better for the guild to gain them as rewards or such instead the oath should've been binding them to always fight against the great other and his Abominations ''.

Taking a breath Mother Rhoyce says "Now, there are some boons that we will grant you. But they come at a price, young man."

Jon frowns and asks "What boons my lord?"

Smirking The Warrior says '' I will give Battle Tactics and strategy and the Muscle Memory and knowledge of the greatest warriors in all of history do you accept at the price being you must turn the Night Watch into a monster-hunting order is that accepted''.

Jon grins '' Yes ''.

Thunder rocks the world

and the Warrior smirks '' The boon is accepted failure and the ability to control your lust will be remove''.

Horror struck Jon pales when the Warrior shifts to an Old man wearing a crown with a gentle smile '' I the father give you the boon of the Knowledge of the greatest Lords and Kings do you accept ''.

Jon hears that and sighs knowing what they want '' Yes ''.

The Father smirks as thunder strikes once more '' The Boon has been accepted the price you must recreate the Valyria Empire but it will cover the world failure will result at the end of the world''.

Jon froze terror gripping his heart when the Father transforms into a beautiful woman smiling '' I am the Maiden and I offer you the power of Persuasion and true Beauty and love in your life the price you will spend your life defending the innocent and battling corruption wherever you find it failure and your empire will be overrun by monsters ''.

Jon growls angrily that he can't say no '' Yes ''.

Smirking Thunder lights up again then the Maiden turns into the smith '' I offer you knowledge of all d and the location of everything that can be sold or use to make a profit in the world and plant and how it can be used ''.

Jon Grunting '' YES ''.

Once more the man transforms into an old lady a middle-age woman '' I am the Mother and I grant the North the power to be self-efficient with your lands being no longer barren and your Mines will last 8000 years before they get low plus a new Iron, Silver and Gold mine in the stark lands the price you must create a new Religion that has us all as gods failure will result in a faith war ''.

Jon actually smiles '' Done ''.

The Mother smiles and reaches out rubbing Jon cheek which allows Jon to feel his Mother and Father Love for him and then transforms into an old lady

The Crone smirks behind her blindfold in a raspy voice '' I the Crone grant you the wisdom of the past and power of foresight in Battle and Politics and the ability to see the unseen the price you will have the greed of Tywin Lannister for Power and the lust of Ageon the unworthy ''.

Jon pales '' Yes ''.

Thunder strikes once more then the Crone disappears from the world stunned Jon gasps turning he faces the other six who were staring all of them turn to The god of Valyria who smiles '' I have 3 gifts and advice as such the Price will be heavily 1 you will have the power to sense every Valyrian steel and summon the ones lost 2 You will be able to enter Valyria 3 my advice the crypts of the Starks hold 5 Dragon eggs they acquire from the dragon Craxas who lives I advise you to hatch them and bond and ride Craxas I will give you the knowledge on how to use Valyrian and fire magic the price you will be cursed with Vampirism and Lycanthrope ''.

Confused Jon looks at The god of Valyria who says '' Vampirism is a creature of the night it has to enhance senses and strength and speed plus the power to control creatures of the night plus an immortality weakness wooden stake to the heart cutting off the head and the sun but Lycanthrope is transforming into a wolf and enhance healing and strength and speed but they can walk in the sun weakness only to sliver which Vampires are Natural immune with it you will be almost immortal no Mortal weapon can harm you but you will have a bloodlust plus a desire to turn humans do you accept ''.

Jon trembles thinking sighing he knew he could use the Swords, Magic, and dragons'' Yes ''.

The god of Valyria glows as he vanishes and another log vanishes in front of him R'hllor sits gleefully he says '' I gift my Red Priests and the fiery hand plus my hidden vaults from my time as a human in valyria which has 35 M Dragons 4 dragon eggs A Magical staff and 10 Valyrian swords, 10 Axes 15 daggers and 3 Armor plus a collection of books dealing with Valyrian knowledge and magic The price of burning rapers and child murders

Stunned Jon asks '' why would I say no I mean yes but why ''.

R'hllor smirks '' Because of the red priest you met also burning won't change but I will allow you to only burn the worse of the worse that way the souls of the dead can have some closure ''.

Death growls a little while R'hllor sighs '' And the power to bring back the dead will change instead of losing humanity instead it must be an exchange of life''.

Nodding Jon watches as R'hllor walks into the flame and disappears.

With a gentle smile, the Old god starts '' I'm Uranus the Embodiment of the sky and lord of other old gods who are Gaea, Tartarus, Eros, Erebus or the great other, and Nyx Erebus wife and I gift you the Knowledge of the Magic of the first men and Children price you must bring back Magic to the world failure Nyx will use her power over darkness to replace magic ''.

Pale Jon nods and says '' Yes ''.

Smiling Uranus turns to stone and then dust disappearing.

Only the Storm god and Death was left Storm god smiles '' I the Storm god offer you an increase physical and mental form and offer you to command storms price you must destroy the drowned god accept failure the drowned god will do what it has for centuries corrupt the Greyjoy ''.

Stunned Jon says '' Done ''.

With a smirk, the storm god turned into lightning and vanished into the sky trembling Jon faces death who growls '' I death give you a gift of the gamer and you can have 7 people given their memories plus knowledge of the future name them ''.

Jon understood in an instant he has no choice thinking Jon says '' I name Robb Stark, Tormund Giantbane, Theon Greyjoy, Ned Stark, Varys and Gendry Waters

Death nods as he takes six souls from the afterlife and places them into limbo to speak then with a grin Death says '' the price you will be the grave walker and barred from the afterlife good luck boy ''.

Jon screams as he wasn't even given a chance as a Death swings his scythe and opens a portal which he then tosses him into

With a gasp, Jon aka Daeron Targaryen wakes up.

Up above him the words

'' WELCOME Daeorn Targaryen to the gamer tutorial