A/N: WHAT IS UP MUCKAAAAACHUNGAAAAAS!? IT'S TRAVEZTY! And I am so sorry for how late this chapter was, and for how relatively short it is, but I do have my reasons. Honestly this chapter was a huge pain to write as, admittedly, I've been fighting off a recent bout of Star Wars Fandom Resurgence in my head and I've been wanting to try my hand at the Star Wars fandom lately, I've even begun creating my own OC for the fandom as well! Only problem is I've no clue what I'm getting myself into as the only bits of Star WArs i know are from the Prequel and Original Trilogies, and that's about it, so I don't know where to begin. So if you guys notice there are Star Wars themes in this chapter, I apologize but I've been trying to do this story justice while fighting off those incessant ideas that were buzzing around in my head throughout this chapter. Because of the Star WArs thing going through my head, I had to restart this story multiple times, and I decided that the best way to alleviate this was to figure out a way to utilize some things from SW and try to find a way to fuse part of it into it. So if there are Star Wars references, or other references to other fandoms, I apologize, but I couldn't focus and I had to do something to get this story done properly.
Secondly, aside from the Star Wars resurgence going through my head, I've been busy playing D&D with my family every sunday, and I've been walking across town to get my work schedule every friday, and I've recently been getting back into Monster Hunter Rise, so I've been sorta swamped with games and such. However, due to all these factors, I'm not going to be uploading this as I had initially wanted to, so I apologize, but the uploads for this story is going to be random at best, but I will be uploading to this story as often as I can.
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Chapter 1:
Tyria, Valyrian Empire, 297 AC (Westerosi Calendar)/399 AD [After Doom] (Valyrian Calendar)
The Wind gently blows through the skies above as a bright sunny day shines over the Smoking Sea… Through the noxious mists, a great shadow flies through the clouds, it's serpentine outline visible to all who could gaze upon it. If one were within the clouds, very few could actually see it as the creature moves with such grace and speed that one could only glimpse it before it disappears. Upon the back of this mighty creature is a woman whose platinum hair, hidden beneath her helmet, smiles as her pale lilac eyes look through the clouds, her hands gripping the saddle firmly as her black beast flaps it's mighty wings, it's two rear wings spread to provide extra control. This creature, from the tip of its equine head, to the base of its long tail, without counting the two fins at the end of its tail, is 134ft long. The two wings situated at it's shoulders, when fully outstretched, were 268ft long from tip to tip, while the rings on it's hindlegs are each half the length of the wing in front of it, causing the rear wingspan to be as long as it's body.
If one were to look at the other features of this creature, one could see that it's head, is shaped similarly to that of a horse, with teeth to match, but aside from that, atop it's head are two large but unique horns, with a total of 14, evenly spaced and perfectly parallel prongs across its length, with large, menacing emerald colored eyes set into it's skull that can only be described as being purely demonic that stares deep into one's soul. It's neck, body, and tail are completely serpentine in appearance from the base of its skull to the tip of its tail. When one looks at its feet and claws, one can clearly see that the toes are more akin to that of the animal known as a Tiger, or possibly the Westerosi Shadowcat, with four large toes that are each covered with claws akin to that of an eagle, large, curved, and capable of slicing and gripping, with the forewings each having a similar finger at the elbows with a matching claw. The entirety of this dragons is as black as everlasting darkness, it's underbelly of this great dragon is heavily armored with thick and powerful scales that are layered and lined in a manner similar to that of a cockle clam shell's ridges, whilst the rest of the scales of his body are ridged and jagged at their tips, giving them an appearance similar to shark's teeth. Finally, at the end of the Dragon's tail is a pair of fins, which, extending from it are eight long protrusions, 4 on each, that have a similar appearance to the Bristle Feathers of Birds that flow majestically with the Dragon's Tail. The dragon moves in a wide arc as it's tail spirals behind it. To those who hear the Dragon's Roar, one can tell it is releasing two roars at the exact same time, the first being a high-pitched screech, like that of the terrifying bugle of an elk, while, alongside it, is the deep roar, as horrifying as a Tiger.
The creature descends below the clouds, revealing the white dragon with purple eyes descending, and before them is a great port City known as Tyria, a beautiful black pearl sitting among the sapphire tides of the Summer Sea, where the a great many trade relations are held along the docks, with the Valyrian dock workers using rather advanced machines to lift and lower cargo into and out of the ships respectively, great treadwheel cranes on twisting platforms that, using Valyrian Steel cables, instead of rope, they can lift amazingly heavy loads and move them to speed up the unloading process. The ships around the docks are from a mix of different cultures, from Asshai, Yi-Ti, and Qarth to the Rest of Essos and even a few marked ships of Westeros. The black dragon, circling above, is about to turn Northwards towards the Capital when they notice a ship making its way into Port, and, upon it's white sails, they see the image of a Gray Wolf head sewn into it's canvas… This should be interesting…
Jon Snow
Standing on the deck of the ship, Six-and-Ten year old Jon Snow looks to see the great buildings of Tyria slowly appear before them. His eyes watch as he sees many a great dragon flying above the skyline while one of them circles above them, peering down at them as they approach the docks. Looking to the side, he sees his sister, Arya Stark, running up to him with a smile. "Jon, look! Dragons!"
"I see them Arya!" Jon says, smiling at his sister. "This is something I would have never thought I'd see…"
"Do you think we could get Valyrian Steel Swords while we're here?" Arya asks.
"I am not sure, they are extremely expensive, not as much as when Valyria was in hiding, but still…" Jon says.
"Jon, Arya!" A voice calls to them, to which they turn to see their father, Lord Eddard Stark, walking to them. "You couldn't wait to see Valyria for yourself?"
"Of course we couldn't, Father!" Arya says, excited. "Though, why are we here?"
"I was wondering about that myself…" Jon admits.
"You see Jon, with you coming of age next year, I had been wanting to help you decide on your options since, admittedly, I don't want you to go to the Wall, despite you thinking it your only option. I had done much research in my spare time, and I had found a few options for you that I would like for our to consider." Lord Eddard says.
"Does that mean that Jon can stay with us?" Arya asks, smiling.
"If he chooses to, yes. But one of the options that I wished to discuss lies here in Valyria. They have agreed to meet here in Tyria." Lord Eddard says, "The Company of the Rose…"
"The Company of the Rose?" Jon asks.
"A Sellsword Company composed entirely of Northmen, or at least are the direct descendants of Northmen Houses that left the North when the Targaryens came to rule over Westeros and Torrhen bent the knee to save his people." Ned says, "During the War of the Ninepenny Kings, they joined Ser Barristan Selmy and others in ending the War, and were offered the chance to return to the North. They politely refused, saying that "we know no King, but the King in the North whose name is Stark. And there is no King in The North with that name"."
"They honor their words to a fault.
"Some in the North say that they are even more of the North than those who lead it today." Ned says, "They did also say that "if the Pact of Ice and Fire were fulfilled, and a King with Stark blood sits on the Throne, then we will reconsider"."
"As if that will happen now…" Jon says, sighing. "Not unless Robb were somehow to wed Daenerys Targaryen and he made a claim for the throne."
"Gods I hope not!" Arya says, "Her father burned our grandfather alive and had Uncle Brandon strangle himself to death trying to save him!"
"Arya… I've told you many times that children are innocent of the crimes of their parents… Thankfully, from what little I know, Viserys is dead, and Daenerys disappeared." Ned says, looking at his daughter, who lowers her gaze.
"Sorry father…" Arya says.
"Now let's forget about that… Jon, Arya, today, we're here for one very special reason, so don't tell Catelyn about it!"
"What is it?" Arya asks, but then Jon smirks at Arya, "Jon?"
"It's a surprise!" Jon says, "Though I will say this… Happy Nameday, Arya!" The little girl smiled and within the hour, their ship reached some distance to the dock before the ship rumbled. "What was that?"
"Be calm everyone!" The captain says, "Relax and hang on!" That is when large objects flow out of the water, huge metal claws covered in barnacles that slowly reach up to the railing of the ship and grip it securely, before they all turn to see, on the docks, a man stepping forward with a whip in his hand.
"Ready? And…" He then strikes the whip's lash on the ground. "Go!" He then makes rhythmic cracks of his whip with each full rotation of the capstan that the men are turning. The Starks look as the claws guide their ship towards what appears to be some sort of metallic railing, the claws sliding over it and the ship being pulled up to a dry dock of some kind. "And Halt!" The men then make their way to a type of crane as some men begin grabbing ropes with hooks to latch onto the ship as a crane is lowered down to the claws… the crane then seems to send out ropes that latch onto the claws on the ship and lift it put of the water as the men pull the crane to a full dry dock and set it down before rolling in a set of steps on wheels.
"My Lords, My Lady, welcome to Valyria!" The passengers are allowed off as the ship is slowly unloaded of Cargo, and, though Arya and Ned walk off normally, Jon, the moment he steps foot on the dock, he… Falls to one knee and places his hand on the ground, almost feeling a heartbeat coming from this land.
"Jon? What's wrong?"
"Do you feel that? It's like… There is a heartbeat coming from the ground…" Jon says, to which Arya places her hand on it.
"I don't feel it." Jon looks at her but he can tell it is there, almost as if a mother were resting his head against her breast, welcoming him home. How he knows that, he doesn't know, but he feels like it is the case. However, that is when their musings are stopped by the sound of a roar, and, descending from the stone sky is a massive black dragon with scales like Obsidian as it lands in front of them. Ned, reacting, pulls Jon and Arya behind him as the dragon charges in and roars at them.
The rider smiles at her dragon, her husband… He senses something and is daring he whom he senses to come out… Much to her surprise, the young man walks out from behind his father. "Jon!" Ned says, but doesn't move as Termithrax draws closer, his lips curling back to revealing his teeth as a dare to the young man to try something. However, what Jon Snow does next, nobody expects, the young northman slowly raises his hand and touches Termithrax next to his right nostril. Much to her surprise, the Black dragon calms down and seems to relax. "Termithrax?" The woman whispers, and an indistinct whispering Echoes in her head, and he moves his head out of the way for her to see the Northman petting his face gently, "Impossible…" However, there is no shock, horror, or anger in her voice, instead, there is pure joy. Termithrax looks at the boy before turning his head to his lady-wife, whom he lowers his shoulder for so she can climb off, the woman descending to the ground with the grace of a dancer. She then slowly removes her helmet as she gazes upon the group. "Hello there."
"A Dragonrider?" Arya asks, smiling big, "and a woman too?"
"Unlike the Westerosi, we Valyrians give both genders equal opportunity to thrive." She says, smiling. "I am Princess Alykar of House Dracola… Valyria welcomes the Children of Westeros to her humble shores." She then turns to Jon Snow, "It is not often that Termithrax warms up to strangers…"
"Such a noble beast he i-"
"A Beast?" A voice asks inside their heads, "Is that what you see me as?" Everyone turns to Termithrax, who raise his body up, only for it to begin glowing, then become engulfed in pure white light before, standing before them, revealing a rather comely man who looms rather strong and sturdy, wearing a rather ornate looking sword made entirely of Valyrian steel resting on his belt. "I am rather insulted by that."
"I-I am sorry, my lord."
"I am not a Lord either… I am Termithrax Perazmo, Husband to Princess Alykar…" He says.
"Doesn't that make you a prince?" Arya asks.
"Where you come from, maybe, but for us Perazmos, for hundreds of years, we have lost our rights to inheritance from the moment we are born." Termithrax says, "But that is neither here nor there… What brings you to Valyria?"
"I have come to speak with a few people…" Lord Eddard says, taking over the conversation. "The First is a Sellsword Company I am sure you are familiar with. The other is a surprise for my daughter."
"Oh I see… Is her birthday soon?"
"Birthday?" Jon asks.
"Sorry, you Westerosi would call it… "Nameday"? It is so confusing how you Westerners make such simple concepts so confusing by changing the name of things" Alykar says, "For instance, the concept of Bastardry… The fact that your children are blamed for the sins of the cheating parent, and are treated as less than human is despicable in Valyrian Eyes."
"We of the North, and those of Dorne, are of the same opinion. Everywhere else between The Neck on the Southern Borders of the North and the Red Mountains on the Northern Borders of Dorne all think like that." Lord Eddard says, "It is despicable, and we of the Old Way despise it."
"There is another concept that I do not understand, Lord Stark… The concept of having magic being considered evil in Westeros." Alykar says, "Why is it considered such? Magic is a sacred gift and art gifted to mortals by the Gods. Why would you squander such power?"
"Magic is an extreme rarity in Westeros… Because it is so rare, very few people actually believe it even exists…" Lord Eddard says, "And the Maesters, for generations, have wanted to understand it, only to fail."
"Hmmm…" Alykar then looks at Jon Snow, studying his features. "You look familiar…"
"I'm sorry?" Jon asks.
"Never mind… It's nothing…" She then looks at the three Northmen. "In any case, I am sure you wish to meet with these people you were so eager to come here for. So why not go on ahead and take a look around the Market?"
"My princess, do you happen to know of a place called the Silver Moon Inn?" Lord Eddard asks.
"Of course I do! The Silver Moon has a sign shaped like a silver crescent moon situated over it's door. It is frequented by a rather respected Sellsword Company who often takes up jobs here in the Empire to supplement our relatively low forces. There is also a smithy near it called the Iron Throne! My daughter actually owns it and actually makes some of the best Valyrian Weapons in the Empire! She's even experimenting with a new type of weapon she is developing as well!
"Are there any other points of interest?" Jon asks.
"Well there is the Windscar Bazaar, a quaint little shop that acts both as a souvenir shop for foreigners, but those who know what they are looking for will find it there!" The Princess says, putting on her helmet. "Oh, and one more thing, for you specifically, Jon Snow." Jon looks at the Princess, "I would steer clear of any dragons, it is unwise for a Foreigner to become as friendly with dragons as you can. There is more than one way to get burned."
She then rides off with her husband as he transforms again and they take to the air. Lord Eddard, not sure of what to think of this, travels with his children to the Inn, where they find a bunch of men, all sharing Northern Features, sitting in the tavern, singing Westerosi tunes as they eat and drink. However, as they open the door, the Northmen look to Ned, and see the pin upon his chest. "It's Lord Stark!" One of them calls, and the innkeeper smiles, giving them a table to sit at, with one particular Northman making his way to the group.
"I'm Captain Jack of House Frost… Leader of the Company of the Rose." The man says, looking at the man. "To what do we owe the Warden of the North with his presence?"
"Lord Frost, well met." Ned says, "I was hoping to speak with you about a possible recruitment."
"Oh? Is the Warden of the North finally going to join us?" Captain Frost asks.
"No. I was hoping you'd accept my son, Jon Snow, amongst your ranks." Ned says, to which Captain Frost looks at Jon and studies his face.
"You… Have Silver Eyes…" Captain Frost says.
"Uh…" Jon says.
"Yeah, they are quite pretty, aren't they?" Arya teases, to which Jon blushes.
"Silver eyes are a rare trait amongst the Northmen." Captain Frost says, "Hmmm, I might be persuaded to take him on, if I know who his mother is."
"That is something you and I must discuss in private, Captain." Lord Eddard says, looking at Jon.
"Oh no you don't, Lord Stark…" to which he notices the look in Jon Snow's eyes. "You haven't told him, have you?"
"I…" Lord Eddard says…
"If Robert finds out, he'll kill him… You know he will…" Lyanna's voice Echoes in the back of his mind. "You have to protect him… Promise me, Ned… Promise me…"
"Is there someone you're hoping doesn't find out?" Captain Frost asks.
"Yes…" Ned says.
"Man or woman?" Jon looks at his father, thinking his father is trying to stop Lady Catelyn from finding out.
"Man…" Ned says.
"I see then… Before you tell me, your son deserves to know!"
"What?" Ned asks.
"Keeping secrets from your blood will only foster hatred within those you care about…" Captain Frost says. "As for King Robert…" Ned looks at the Sellsword, surprised. "No matter how much he tries, he'll never find out, because the Spider hasn't penetrated Valyria yet, and he won't any time soon." Ned, looking at Jon, then Arya, takes a deep breath.
"Then I will need your word from all three of you: Nothing of what is spoken here is to leave this table, so long as Robert lives. If and when he dies, any threat to Jon dies with him." Lord Eddard says.
"I swear!" Arya says, "By the Old Gods and the New!"
"I swear it as well!" Jon says, his heart hopeful.
"I will swear it as well!" Captain Frost says, "What say you, men?" The Lord of Winterfell hadn't noticed how quiet the room had become, but all the men raise their glasses silently, giving their word to Lord Eddard, while their eyes become hard and sharp, looking around as they silently drink. In his bones, Ned knows these men are keeping an eye out for anything strange, knowing that it is better to be safe in this matters. Taking a deep breath, Ned looks at Jon.
"Jon… The truth is… I'm not your father." Ned says, the young man looking at Ned with shock on his face. Arya looks at her brother, feeling his pain as he looks at his father. "The truth is… I'm your uncle… Your mother was my sister, Lyanna Stark… and Your father… Was Rhaegar Targaryen."
"What…?" Jon asks, his mind filled with confusion. "I'm rapespawn…?"
"No. Your mother and father married before you were born… She eloped with him… And he loved her…" However, with that, Jon stands up and runs out of the Inn, unable to accept what is going on as he runs down the street in any random direction, unable to think, unable to even process what is happening… However, when he finally comes to… Jon finds himself falling… Screaming at the top of his lungs as he falls, before he crashes into the water, and a sharp blow strikes his head… Then Darkness takes him…
Jon doesn't know how long he was out cold, but when he wakes up, he finds himself on a bed of straw and fur, and finds somebody nearby, sharpening a blade near him. Being careful not to move, he watches this figure sharpen the blade, using a special whetstone that he doesn't recognize. However, as his eyes wander, he sees the walls of the cave glowing faintly, as if stars are glittering around him. "Beautiful, aren't they?" The person says, revealing them to be a woman. "The crystals glow because they sense a possible master is near them."
"Where am I?" Jon asks.
"You're in my caves…" The woman says, finishing the sharpening of the blade. "These caves are how I ply my trade, crafting weapons… Both of the Freehold, and the new Imperial Weapons."
"Hmmm…" Jon says, slowly sitting up, despite the pain in his head. "Today has been such a mess…"
"Let me guess, a secret you had never thought was possible was revealed to you?" She asks, "I know what that is like…"
"How can you possibly know!?" Jon asks. "I grew up as a bastard all my life, and now, I find out that the man who raised me isn't my father, and he has proven himself to not be the paragon of honor I always thought he was! He lied to me, he lied to his wife, he lied to our family and kingdom, and for what!? To protect his sister's honor and her bastard born son!?" That is when Jon notices one of the crystals glowing brighter, taking on a silver glow. "What the?" There is a beautiful ringing sound echoing from the crystal as Jon looks at it. "What is happening?"
"The Crystal calls to you… It is responding to your anger and your sense of honor and justice… Go to the crystal…" She encourages, in which, forcing himself to his feet, Jon hears the crystal's call, making his way to it as he feels his hand reaching for it as what he had heard from his father echo in his mind. He isn't a bastard, he isn't a rapespawn… But most importantly of all, he remembers what their father had told them of how Robert Baratheon had killed Prince Rhaegar Targaryen… How Robert Baratheon had approved of how Princess Elia was raped, murdered, his eldest sister, Rhaenys, was stabbed over half a hundred times without pity, how his big brother, Aegon, was dashed and thrown around like a rag against the wall until he was nothing more than paste… And how King Robert approved of it… He also heard about how his Uncle, Viserys, had been captured by Robert's assassins and his head mounted on a spike… and how his Aunt Daenerys had just vanished…
Jon's anger seethes and boils, only held in check by the happy memories of his siblings by choice, by his uncle calling him his son… And the knowledge that his parents genuinely loved each other… His crystal glows a metallic silvery-gray as Jon reaches for it as it glows in the cave wall. His hand reaches the stone, his nails digging in as far as they can go as he pulls out the crystal that is barely larger than a coin. The glow of the crystal lights up the entire cave…
And then Jon wakes up… Finding himself resting in his bed at the inn, but, to his surprise, the crystal from his dreams lies on the nightstand next to him, much to his surprise, a faint silvery-gray light coming from the heart of the gemstone, which has, tk his surprise, takes the form of some sort of crystalline pearl. There is a knock on the door, "Jon, may I come in?" Lord Eddard asks.
"Y-yes!" Jon says, quickly hiding his crystal. Walking inside, Lord Eddard looks at Jon, his face filled with shame. "Fath-Uncle…" Jon notes how awkward it is to say such a thing, but he forces himself to do so.
"Jon…" He pulls up a chair young man's side. "This isn't how I wanted you to find out…"
"And just how did you want me to find out?" Jon asks, trying to keep his tone even, but failing. "Or did you hope I never would find out?"
"I was…" Ned says, "No… You're right… I had hoped you would never find out, not while Robert still lived. I was hoping to tell you if, and when, he died that way it would be safe for you to do with the information as you pleased." Jon looks at his father, still feeling betrayed by him, but, considering how much the King, no, the Usurper, drank and whored, it wouldn't be such a shocker if he died within the next few years.
"And I went to the Wall?" Jon asks.
"I would have told you on the nameday after you joined." Ned confesses, "At least then Robert couldn't do anything to you there." Jon looks at his father, and places his hand in his pocket, holding his crystal, and giving it a gentle squeeze.
"You planned this out, as long as Robert couldn't hurt me, you'd tell me the truth…" Jon says.
"Stannis Baratheon isn't a child killer, and he is a just man, he would have given you Dragonstone, or at least helped you rebuild Summerhall so that you could have a home significant to your father's family." Ned says, "Though I know little of Renly, I am sure he would say the same. But I do know that neither of them hold any grudge against the Targaryens, as they no longer see them as a threat." Jon looks down, everything starting to make sense in his head.
"I…" Jon says, but then Ned holds his hand up.
"You don't need to forgive me right away… I only ask you to try to understand that, as your uncle, and father by choice, I did what I thought I needed to in order to protect you. I love you, son… And nothing will change that."
"and I love you too Jon!" Arya says, walking in from the threshold, then rushing to Jon and hugging him. "No matter whose name you have, you're my brother!"
"Arya…" Jon says, smiling as hugs his sister by choice, and then his father by choice. The moment extends for a few minutes before Jon pulls away. "Father… Is Jon even my real name?"
"No, but they were still undecided what name you would have if you were born a boy. They had chosen Visenya if you were born a girl to fit the theme of Rhaegar's first children." Ned says, showing Jon a transcribed passage from Lyanna's diary
"It has been weeks since Rhaegar had left to aid the forces of the Crown against that monster, Robert Baratheon. I cannot focus on that right now… I have to think of a name for our child… They will be here within a few moons, and I must come up with a name for a boy… Rhaegar had told me that the Valyrian Names were gender-neutral Prefixes, that only gained gender meaning with the suffixes that were set to them. I have been thinking carefully about this… However, I have been drawn towards the Prefix of "Jae" recently… Looking into my books of High Valyrian, I have found that the Valyrian Word "Jaes" means "God"... I have also been having dreams about my son's future, and I've seen him being called "Jon". If I remember correctly, Jon means "Grace of the Gods". So I believe "Jae" would work well for him and would be a perfect Prefix for a boy's name…
However, now comes the hard part… Choosing a Suffix… The Suffix "-haerys" has been used twice already, and I would like my little Jae to be a bit more unique… Each of the known suffixes has it's Own unique meaning… With the easiest to explain being "-gon", which is often believed to mean "to do" or "to be". Gods I'm sounding like a Maester now. In any case, the three suffixes I like are: "-gal" (from "Galry" which means "Hammer"), "-nar" (from "Narysta" which means "Poisonous"), "-gel" (this has several tied words, but my personal favorite is "Gelion" which means "Silver"), "-kar" (from "Kara" and "Karys" which both mean "Great", "Magnificent", and "Excellent"), "-gar" (From "Garaktys" which means "Vulture"), "-en" (From "Engos" which means "Tongue" as in a Language) and "-lyx" (which, by my best guess, is derived from "Lyks" which means "Peace").
So, all in all, my choices are Jaegal: "Hammer of the Gods", Jaenar: God of Poisons, Jaegel: "Silver God", Jaekar: "Great God", Jaegar: "Vulture God", Jaen: Tongue of the Gods, and Jaelyx: God of Peace. This is difficult…" That is when Jon turns the page and the writing is a but more frantic…
"Rhaegar is dead… and… When I heard of this… I had cried myself to sleep… When I did, the Gods granted me a vision of my son, reading this page… My boy… If you're reading this page right now, I want you to know your real name, if that idiot of a brother of mine hasn't already told you… While I had originally been drawn to "Jae" I realized a more fitting Prefix than that: "Lae". It comes from the High Valyrian Word "laes" which means "Eye", and the reason why I chose this is because of your beautiful eyes, a trait you inherited neither from me nor your father… Silver Eyes are a rare trait amongst the Northmen, and it is said they are the Chosen Ones of the Old Gods, just like the Last Hero, who himself was said to have Silver Eyes. I have decided on your name… Your name… Is Laegel Targaryen… I just told you what "Lae-" means, and if you read the previous page, you know that my personal translation of "-gel" is "Silver". I believe it is a beautiful name, and it fits you… Know that even if I am dead and gone, I love you, and Rhaegar loved you, wanting to stay until you were born so that he could see you. Live free, Laegel Targaryen, and when it is your time, die well, and I will be greeting you with open arms when you finally join us. I love you, son… Goodbye and Good Luck!"
"Laegel Targaryen…" Jon says, smiling as he looks at his name, "I like it…!" That is when a bright light erupts from his pocket as his crystal floats into the air, and Jon looks at it, smiling as it then turns a lustrous silvery-gray color, in which it then slowly floats into Jon's hand, before Jon's eyes glow silver. "In Briefest Day… In Longest Night… To Cleanse the Soul and Set wrongs right… When Darkness Falls… Don't Fear the Night…" Jon says, his voice echoing as the crystal glows and begins shining brighter, "When the new dawn comes… LET THERE BE LIGHT!" That is when Lord Eddard and Arya feel waves of force and light erupting from the crystal, and the sound of what can only be described as the combined Howl of a Direwolf and the Roar of a Dragon echoes…
In the Imperial Capital, a man looks up as his sword starts shaking in its scabbard, and as the man draws his sword, the blade is glowing red with heat… In Winterfell, as Robb sits with Ice, cleaning it, his rag bursts into flames as the greatsword glows with an icy blue light and a heat erupts from the metal with a wolf's howl. Robb, shocked, holds the sword and, as he picks it up, he finds the blade feels weightless now. He then hears laughing as the face of the Weirwood Tree, before the Heir to Winterfell's eyes, changes from it's usual miserable one to that of an expression of pure joy, a laughing face. In the Westerlands, a Valyrian Steel Sword in a Smuggler's Cart sets fire to the entire vehicle, and as the flames clear, Kevan Lannister recognizes the hilt, though aged, is exactly like that of Bright Roar, it's blade glowing red and unleashing a lion's roar. Lord Commander Jeor Mormont sees Longclaw shaking violently, and as the Old Bear draws it, the blade is glowing green, humming with the voice of a bear. Far to the North, the Three Eyed Raven looks to see Dark Sister, stabbed into the ground, begins to glow with heat, it's beautiful silver blade turning purple… And, in the Golden Company, the revered shards of Blackfyre float in the air before the eyes of the captains, who watch as the blade is reforged by itself, and then, to their surprise, the blade erupts into black flames.
In a shop nearby, a young woman smiles as she looks at the crystals and blades within her shop glow with heat, all of them resonating with the crystal in the inn nearby. A smile is upon her face as her violet eyes glow with mirth, and, landing in front of her shop, the same Dragon Rider from earlier, and her Perazmos land at her front door. "Muna, Kepa…" She says, warmly, smiling at them. "How was the flight?"
"It was interesting…" The woman says, smiling as she hugs the female smith, then she sees the crystals and blades glowing inside her shop. "Oh I see… So the crystals had chosen an Outsider?"
"Indeed they have… In either case…" She then pulls down her hood, revealing a rather charming young woman of six-and-ten, who smiles as she looks towards the glowing silver-gray light nearby. "It looks like things are about to begin…" She smirks as she turns to her parents, who both smile at her gently, in which the Perazmos looks to the light.
"I can only say one thing, Daenerys…" She smiles at her daughter…
"Let the Games Begin…"
