Author's Note: I don't own Game of Thrones or any of the Characters. The only part I own is the plot of the story and a few characters of my own
Summary: Jon Snow died in the courtyard of Castle Black. Aegon Targaryen VI rose from the ashes. Guided by his grandfather Aerys and cousin Bran to right the wrongs of the past and restore House Targaryen, bringing the Dawn against the Army of the dead
Prologue
I felt nothing as Olly withdrew the blade that pierced my heart. There was nothing but blackness as I stared lifelessly at the night sky.
Between Worlds.
Winterfell. Why am I here?
I followed the path through the Godswood to the heart tree. I stopped dead in my tracks. Eddard Stark sat under the heart tree with Ice in his lap.
"Jon."Lord Stark looked up at me. He looked the same as that day at the crossroads when we had parted ways.
"Father." I took a step forward.
"Ned." A young woman in blood stained white gown stepped from behind the tree.
"Son" It was my mother.
A raven caws.
"Jon. Come with me" Bran's voice spoke from behind me. I turned to see an older and taller Bran standing on his own two feet.
I nodded. Taking Bran's hand. A bright light descended. We came to a dark chamber. What was this place, it wasn't Castle Black nor Winterfell so where were we?
"Bran where are we" I questioned Bran said nothing.
"ānogar hen issa tresy. Ao issi daor morghe. Ao issi rȳ vysossa ."An older man with Silver hair stepped out. His purple eyes bore into my own. (Blood of my son. You are not dead. You are between worlds)
"Who are you"
"I am your Grandkepa, Aegon" The man proclaimed. (Grandfather)
"I am no Targaryen. I am a Snow bastard son of Lord Eddard Stark"
"No Aegon you are the blood of both dragon and wolf. Your Muna and Kepa were the pact of Fire and Ice. An Alliance that went back to Dance of the Dragon, brokered between House Targaryen and Stark.
The marriage was between Jacaerys Velaryon and Sara Snow the bastard sister of Lord Cregan Stark. The firstborn daughter of Prince Jacaerys would marry Lord Cregan's son and heir, Rickon.
You are a Targaryen. If you do not believe us then we will show you" The man who may be Aerys Targaryen, possibly was my grandfather explained in more detail. (Mother, Father)
"Come Jon. There's is much to See"
"Where are we going now Bran" I questioned eyeing my younger half-brother.
"You'll See" Bran took my hand in his. The bright light from before was back. We were transported somewhere else.
The sounds of battle rang in my ear. I could make out the banners of House Targaryen and House Baratheon. This was the battle where Rhaegar fell to Robert's hammer. The Trident.
I watched as Robert dismounted Rhaegar from his horse with one swing of his hammer. His breastplate had been shattered. Rhaegar turned his head to look at me and Bran.
"Lyanna. Aegon. I love you both" Rhaegar whispered with blood trickling from his mouth before Robert dealt the killing blow.
The light flashed once more. We were transported to another place.
A tall tower loomed over them.
A few soldiers with Armour bearing the sigil of House Targaryen stood around the tower guarding it.
"Bran why are we here" I questioned
"Just Watch Jon" Bran simply replied.
The sound of galloping horses. Caught my ear. A group of men dismounted. I recognized a younger version of our father Eddard 'Ned' Stark. He was flanked by five other men.
"Bran is that."
"Ser Arthur Dayne" Bran finished. Both he and I had heard the story of how Ned had defeated Arthur Dayne in combat countless times.
"Lord Stark" Ser Arthur spoke first breaking the silence.
"I looked for you on the Trident." Younger Ned stood firm.
"We weren't there," Dayne responded with a mere shrug of the shoulders.
"And if we had. Your friend Robert would be lying beneath the ground. "Dayne's companion all but growled
"Woe to the Usurper if we had been" The other cut in.
"The Mad King is dead. Rhaegar lies beneath the ground. Why weren't you there to protect yea Prince" Ned questioned.
"Our Prince wanted us here," Dayne replied not moving.
"Where's my sister" Ned demanded.
"I wish you good fortune in the wars to come" Dayne placed his helmet on his head" Now it begins" He pulled both swords from their scabbards.
"No. Now it ends" Ned replied drawing his sword.
Despite the odds not being in their favor and being outnumbered six to three. Dayne and his companions held their own. Dayne cut down one of Ned's men across the stomach.
Ned stabbed Dayne's companion through the neck, the other had his throat cut by one of Ned's men. Now Dayne was outnumbered five to one. He was surrounded. In a blur, Dayne cut down two more men. It was now three against one.
Ned and another one of his men attacked Dayne at the same time. Dayne kicked Ned away before driving his sword through the middle of the other man.
Ned got back to his feet before charging at Ser Arthur. Ned held his own against Arthur Dayne but before long he was overpowered and outmatched. Dayne knocked his sword from his grasp.
The only remaining survivor of Ned's men. Drove a dagger into the back and neck of Arthur Dayne. Dayne fell to his knee wordlessly. Blood seeped from his mouth as he dropped to the ground dead.
An ear-piercing scream came from the tower behind them.
"Howland. Thank you" Ned thanked the man Howland who had saved his life.
"Come on Ned. We need to find Lyanna" Howland stumbled with Ned to the stairs of the Tower.
Ned and Howland stopped only a few steps up the stairs. The screaming stopped.
"Jon. Go." Bran encouraged.
I nodded and followed after Ned and Howland. It seemed to take an age to reach the top of the tower. Ned barged through a door followed by Howland.
I stopped in the doorway just behind them. A young dark-haired woman lay in a pool of blood in a bed.
"Ned" The woman cried for Ned.
"Lyanna" Ned rested his sword at the foot of the bed before kneeling beside her.
"Is that you? Is that really you" Lyanna weakly spoke. Ned took one of her hands in his and touched the blood-soaked sheets at the foot of the bed. "Your not a dream" Lyanna whispered as Ned placed his blooded hand on her forehead.
"No I'm not a dream" Ned stroked Lyanna's hair."I'm here. I'm right here" He clarified.
"I've missed you big brother" Lyanna spoke hardly above a whisper.
"Aye I've missed you too" Ned replied
"I want to be brave"
Ned continued to stroke her hair and try to comfort her as she lay dying.
"You are"
"I'm not."Lyanna sobbed. Ned looked to the foot of the bed where the pool of blood was getting bigger" I don't won't to die" She cried.
"You're not going to die" Ned didn't meet Lyanna's eye." For fuck sake get her some water. Where's the Maester"
"No. Listen to me, Ned. You have to protect him from Robert. Please, Ned. I need you to protect Aegon. Promise me."Lyanna begged."If Robert finds out he'll kill him. You know he will. Please Ned protect my son." One of the Maids hands a baby to Ned.
"Lyanna" Howland stepped forward from where he stood.
"Howland. Please protect my boy with Ned."Lyanna weakly begged Howland.
"Please, Ned. Promise me you protect him"
"We'll protect him Lyanna."Ned kissed Lyanna's forehead. Lyanna smiled weakly before she passed.
"Even if he loved my mother. I am still a bastard"
"No Aegon you are no bastard. Brandon" Aerys turned to Bran.
Once again we were transported. Standing in a wood. Two people a man and woman stood. Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen. My parents.
"Father. Smith. Warrior. Mother. Maiden. Crone. Stranger. I am his/hers, and s/he is mine, from this day, till the end of my days."Both my mother and father repeated the Sepon marrying them and proclaimed them husband and wife.
My father leaned in kissing her. It was then I noticed several other people there. A dark-haired and olive-skinned woman holding a baby in one arm and holding the hand of a little girl the spitting image of her mother in the other.
"Kepa" The young girl squealed as Rhaegar picked her up.
'Kepa'. The young girl was my older sister Rhaenys stabbed to death half a hundred times by Amory Lorch, the babe had to be my older brother whom I was named after Aegon his head smashed in. Elia Martell my stepmother, was raped repeatedly and then cut in half by the Mountain.
"Your parents loved you Aegon. All three of them. Your father was convinced you were a girl. He wanted to name you Visenya. From as far back as the Conquest. There was a prophecy handed down for generations of our family till the Dance of the Dragons.
The Dragon must have three heads, the pact of Fire and Ice will bring the Dawn against the Darkness. You are the pact of Fire and Ice. A Dragonwolf. You are the only hope against the Night King and the whole of humanity.
You must right the wrongs of the past and bring House Targaryen back to its rightful place. Be the King I and your father were meant to be."Aerys advised
Kill the boy Jon Snow and let the man live. Maester Aemon's words rang in my ears. Kill Jon Snow and let Aegon Targaryen Sixth of his name live.
