Prologue
Castle Black, the North
302 AC
Jon felt nothing as Olly withdrew the knife from his heart. It all went black. He felt so cold, falling back against the snow-covered courtyard. Blood pooled beneath him from the many wounds where his own men stabbed him.
A direwolf howled mournfully, along with a dragon in the distance. The secret king, Aemon I, of his name, was dead. This was not what the Gods had intended at all. The Dragonwolf was the prince who was promised that would bring the Dawn against the forthcoming ever-lasting winter.
Brynden Rivers, known as the Three-Eyed Raven, looked to the gods. This would not do. Without Aemon, House Targaryen fell, and humanity fell.
Where am I? Jon questioned as he awoke somewhere. 'Aemon Targaryen, your awake'
"Where am I? Am I dead?" Jon questioned.
"You are between worlds, King Aemon. You are not alive, but you are not dead. It's not your destiny to die in the cold of the North, betrayed by your men. No, you, Aemon Targaryen, were meant for far greater things than this.
Tell me, boy, what did your father tell you of your mother?"
"My name is Jon Snow, not Aemon Targaryen," Jon dismissed.
"Aemon Targaryen was the name your mother gave you on her dying bed. Name for your second great-uncle. You knew this man. Jon Snow was the name your Uncle Ned Stark gave you to protect you from the vengeful Stag King.
Yet he never breathed a word of your mother or the truth of who you were. He took that secret to his grave. How many times did you beg him to tell you, yet he refused? He could have told you before you left for that frozen wasteland you died in, but he didn't.
You are no bastard, Aemon Targaryen. You are the son of Fire and Ice. Your father was Prince Rhaegar Targaryen, and your mother was the She-Wolf of Winterfell, Lady Lyanna Stark. You are the prince that is promised.
The One who will bring the Dawn against the Night King and his army of the Undead. The Gods see fit to send you back, before the Rebellion, before House Targaryen was all but destroyed. I can do this, or would you like to see what becomes of the world if I don't send you back, Aemon."Brynden 'Bloodraven' Rivers showed Aemon would fate befell his family and the rest of the world.
There was nothing, only the slave army of the Undead to the Night King. "So what is it you wish to do, Aemon? Pass on to the other side, or shall I send you back to before the rebellion? Stop House Targaryen from destroying itself and stand the Realmtogether to face the Night King and his Armies of the Undead." Bloodraven Questioned.
"Send me back."