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A Fallen King
Jon Snow or as people liked to call him now Aegon the queen slayer, or Aegon the Kinslayer, walked without purpose or hope in his life for the first time. Thinking back just months ago he was on a boat with his queen and all was right with the world. He longed to have her by his side again. He wanted to beg forgiveness, even though he knew it would never come.
He thought back to his one time home Winterfell a place where he had grown up, fought for, been crowned king, and ultimately the place where his world started to end even before the long night happened. He thought back to how everyone treated him differently after Bran and Sam had broke the news to him about his parents. Everyone he loved changed because what a piece or paper Sam had said. He was the heir to a bloody throne he never wanted. Bran, Sam, Sansa, And even his Dany looked upon him different after that night. She still loved him but always gave a guarded look like he was going to take what was hers.
He never wanted it not once, but that didn’t stop not one person, not even himself in the end. He was coerced into killing the family that still loved him to some extent. He dreams of that awful moment often how he stabbed her, how Drogon burned that awful chair.
He lived a miserable life and he knew his punishment was something far worse than death he had wanted to be killed for treason it was no less than he deserved. However he was sentenced to a place where the lowest of low were sent. A place that was of no use except to send people who didn’t deserve death. He was sent there to save him his cousins said, but deep down he knew he was sent their because of his dragon blood and because they were greedy for the thrones they had received. For all the love his family talked of no one came to see him no ravens, even Arya took off in a boat some where far away from him. Two voices spoke in his head one of honor and how it was his duty, the other spoke of vengeance and hate for those that did this to him and his family. Slowly the voice of rage, blood of the dragon begin to win out in his mind.
All he had left of his old life was Ghost his dire wolf, even he who had fought valiantly in the long night lost part of his face, one ear people of the north had offered no help to his wolf. He patted what he could of ghosts head and told him he would always take care of him, he had even apologized for leaving him north when he went south, he knew now how evil the northmen truly were. He thought to himself all the good north died out in or before the long night. His uncle, His cousin Robb, even Lady Lyanna Mormont, all that was good in the north is now gone.
Jon trailed north of the frostfangs to land of always winter, with spring coming he kept going north. He determined he was going to go until he couldn’t anymore, then maybe he would find peace.
Jon had lost track of days, he barely was able to stand until finally he collapsed in the snow. The last thing he saw was ghost, even that image burned a rage deep inside him his closest companion would freeze to death as he would.
CHILDREN OF THE FOREST
“Yamen would you look at that?”
“Laufie is that him?”
“He has his wolf of course it’s him.”
“Well what are we waiting for let’s grab him, and see if we have ourselves a new king”
“It will be so much fun to have a new king, Winter was always better than summer hurry let’s get him back before he wakes up, hurry grab the wolf too.”
Fallen King
Jon slowly raises his eyelids it was colder than usual where he was at, he looked around and seen ghost lying unmoving in the ground slowly breathing. Then he heard a child’s like voice behind him.
“Hey are you awake yet”
Jon turned “who are you”
“I am laufie and behind you is Yamen”
Jon turned to see yamen standing at the corner of the room.
Jon started to talk, but was cutoff
“We know who you are Jon Targaryen you are the man that lead the armies against our king” Yamen said.
Jon looked confused he had only fought one king the king of night.
“You know the one we speak of he was actually quite fond of you, a worthy adversary he thought, I bet he never would have guessed his successor.” As the one name Laufie said this he giggled.
“You knew the night king?”
“Knew him hah, we helped make him we are ones that gave him powers, I know you know the tale of the children and first men and how they made a deal well it’s half truth like most things men tell.” Yamen said and the he continued “Many ages ago there was a split in what the children should do, some created the one you know as the three eyed raven and helped groom him, while others made a pact with men and created a king of winter.”
“Why would you create a creature such a creature he was bent on destroying everyone.?” Jon said angered
“Ugh don’t speak on things you do not know, let me set the record straight he was coming to kill one man the raven it’s his mortal enemy the raven demeaned him and those that chose to honor our agreement we gave him the only the power to get revenge and he needed and army because he knew the raven had the kingdom of man behind him.”
“Tell me what would you say if we told you we could give you power to right wrongs, to get revenge on all those that hurt you all those that betrayed you, would you take that power and set things right?”
“I will not become that monster!” Jon said fuming now,
“Ah looks like you have a strong will still that is good you will need it hehe, let me ask you another question does the three eyed raven act human to you?”
Jon thought about his cousin bran and all that he had done since showing back up at Winterfell. “No he is not human just in the body of one.”
“Very good, Very good, you learn fast for someone who has been told they know nothing hehe, so let me explain something all it takes for us to help you is the blood of the first men, it’s what the last king was and what the raven is, formally know as Bran Stark they may call him Bran the broken, but that boy is long gone I’m afraid.”
“So my blood makes me worthy of this power, too bad I don’t want it, I’ll not be a monster no matter how bad I would seek justice done to those who wronged me.”
“Wait let us play all the cards the games not done yet see, the previous raven was a dragon and he was cunning but in the end the raven took control like always, he took the young stark much quicker, but you the prophecy of fire and ice even we don’t know the power your blood holds ancient magic of Valyria, with the blood of the first men, you would not be affected the same as them.”
Jon thought hard, he could get justice for all those that wronged him for Dany He thought I must do this, I can control this surely I have no love for the raven he brought me nothing but misery with his news, he stole what was Danys and in turn what was mine. With hatred in his eyes he said “if I take this power what do I owe in return?”
Laufie smiled an evil smile “only the raven, he controls people from their past, present and future he rains supreme, we ask you even that rain ice and for all can you do this ?”
“Aye I can and I will.”
“Yamen prepare the dagger we need to pierce his heart, this will sting a little, maybe a lot you have already been brought once with the red lady’s magic so here goes nothing.....”
A cold rushing wind pierced through the sky every raven in the sky dropped dead for miles, and for the first time since the long night it began to snow again. A winter king reborn stood up a different man white hair had replaced the black with cold blue eyes replacing his grey ones.
He looked on at his companion he could see the suffering in ghost, his first act as king he lent down and touched ghost and his head became whole, and his eyes went from piercing red to piercing blue. After this he turned to see their children Yamen and Laufie on a knew with an evil grin on their faces welcome my king we have much to show you of your castle. They spoke to him now In his mind without ever saying a word. All Jon did was smirk as he followed the children out of the room.
THE RAVEN
Kings landing was undergoing more changes daily to accommodate the king he had more and more weir woods being planted all over the capital and well as his kingdoms. All was going well until he felt it. A chill in the air it was a mighty wind that shot through the air Quickly and was gone but the raven knew this was only one kind of cold. A kings cold, how had they found another one so fast, how could he have not seen this coming. There was no pure blood first men even in the north, he thought he had seen to all the men, personally about the dangers of the north since he had took his rule. There was only one man in the north with pure blood, one of royal blood, surely it couldn’t be if it was he was surely in danger they were all in danger.
“My lord hand call for a meeting of the council, we must meet immediately I fear trouble is at our door.”
Tyrion looked confused “your grace you have all your kingdoms in hand surely no one would challenge you I have heard nothing of enemies at our door.”
Bran gave an emotionless look and said “ my hand I will not say again an enemy threatens all we have built call the council immediately.”
DRAGON QUEEN
She awoke with the smell of smoke on her, the temple of volantis often had this smell, It never bothered her being a dragon smoke was only natural. The red priests had raised her from the dead and helped her even when she didn’t realize how much help she needed. She was a mother to two young dragons Aemon and Lyanna. She didn’t even know they existed till Kinvara had told her convinced her to live. The last few months had been peaceful she had Drogon and her babies nothing else mattered. Until today, “may I enter your grace”
“Kinvara, stop calling me that I am queen of no one just mother to my children, that thanks to you I will enjoy till the end of my days.”
Kinvara smiled a troubled smile, “you will always be our queen the one we chose, you helped defeat death in the long night, but I’m afraid your battles aren’t over yet, winter comes again, but this time it comes with fire and blood on its heart and mind.”
Daenerys looked on in confusion “you speak in riddles Kinvara, we won the long night I gave everything in stupid war, I lost everything in it, let Westeros rot for all I care let winter take them, but what do you mean it comes with fire and blood, there’s only one other Targaryen in the world who could possibly,”
Daenerys went pale as a ghost, “no not Jon he wouldn’t his honor is to great he killed me for it he wouldn’t become that thing he’s too good a man.“ Kinvara smiled weakly at him “I’m afraid what happened that day killed the honor in him he was left with nothing sentenced to a wasteland where he had nothing but vengeance and hate for himself and others in his heart.”
Daenerys looked as if she was living her worst nightmares again as she touched her scar on her chest “so your saying he has become the very thing he stood to kill?”
“No my queen as he was a man of great power and prophecy fire and ice, brought back with a priest from this temple, now having control of winter he has become something more much more than that former king ever was.”
“Well they can kill, him like they killed the last dragon glass to the heart im sure the Starks will figure something out it’s their fault anyway, I will stay with my children here, and leave them all be.”
“My Queen I wish it were so, as you know fire cannot harm a dragon and John had much more magic in him than the last king of winter, a simple dagger will not destroy his heart im afraid if you do not do something, he may move across this land like nothing we have ever seen.”
“If they cannot destroy him what makes you think I can?”
“You cannot destroy him I afraid that point is gone only can he freely chose another path, the prophecy still stand true only with fire and ice can the long night truly be defeated.”
“I cannot love him again I cannot all I have is my children they are all I need” as tears build in her eyes she goes to her children across the room
Before Kinvara left the room she spoke “ I hope you can find it in yourself to save him, because all our lives depend on it your grace”.