The cold of the North was familiar, but something felt different. Jon opened his eyes, the morning light filtering through the curtains of his window. A comforting feeling of cold would run through him, a sense of déjà vù.

He got out of bed and walked to the window. He looked up at the wall, the immense barrier of ice that protected the Seven Kingdoms from the wild hordes. He remembered reading about this place countless times, but now he was seeing it with his own eyes.

With a sense of wonder, Jon would leave his room in Winterfell to go to the tree of the old gods. There, upon touching it he would feel a strong tug on his mind as he fell unconscious. As he dove deeper, he felt a powerful force dragging him into the void.

Suddenly, he found himself in a cave, lit by torches. Before him stood a white-haired man tied to a tree who would stare at him until he spoke to him.

"Jon Snow," Brynden said in a deep, calm voice. "Or should I say Aemon Targaryen?"

"What do you mean and who are you?" Jon would say without Enter

"Let me show you Aemon" Brynden would say looking at Jon

Suddenly Jon would be in a sudden movement

Standing with Brynden beside him watching the events

"Watch and you will have the answers you always wanted Aemon" Brynden

The Tower of Joy:

The story goes back to Robert's Rebellion, when Rhaegar Targaryen, the crown prince, "kidnapped" Lyanna Stark, Ned's sister. Ned, along with his companions, went to the Tower of Joy in Dorne to rescue his sister. Upon arriving, he found Lyanna dying after giving birth to a child. That child was Aemon Targaryen.

Ned would face Ser Artur Dayne where he would defeat him and not leave him badly injured, upon entering the tower he would find his sister covered in blood and lying in a bed with a baby in her arms

Lyanna: (Weakened, but determined) Ned, promise me that you will take care of him.

Ned: (Touched and worried) Lyanna, what are you talking about?

Lyanna: (Taking Ned's hand) He is our son, Ned. He should not pay for the sins of others.

Ned: (Surprised) Our son?

Lyanna: Yes, Ned. Rhaegar and I... we love each other.

Ned: (With a broken voice) Lyanna, this is...

Lyanna: (Interrupting) I know what you will think, but he is innocent. Protect Aemon Ned.

Ned: (Nodding) I promise you, Lyanna. I will.

Lyanna: (Smiling weakly) Thank you, Ned.

Ned: (Caressing Lyanna's face) You will always be my sister, Lyanna.

Grabbing Jon, he would cover him with a blanket, and then his fellow Northerners would enter, having already defeated the rest of the guards.

The dream would end.

Again in the cave

"Now you understand Aemon, you are the rightful heir to the Iron Throne and not only that, you also possess our family's ancient gift of dragon dreams, a very special one, yours is even more exceptional. You have the ability to transport your mind and soul into the void of dragon dreams, the place where they all connect, and you can transport the souls of other Targaryens into that same space," Brynden would explain.

"There are many things to understand Brynden, discovering that I have always lived a lie, that I am not a stain on the honor of Lord Edgar Stark but that I am the son of Rhaegar Targaryen, the crown prince and Lyanna Stark is something important and surprising" Jon would say seeing him

"I know it is Aemon but you already know what it is your mission will be to repair and

rebuild the Targaryen dynasty and

bring it back to its former glory and surpass it.

You are not the last Targaryen left

aemon there are some scattered around

the world your duty will be to find them and

bringing them together for a Targaryen alone is the

The worst thing that can happen to us now

Train and prepare for what is to come

come to the other side of the wall there is a

threat that would need the Targaryens

that remain to be able to survive in

black cassette maetre aemon Targaryen

will have an object that will be useful to you

Go look for him we'll see each other again

aemon " Brynden would tell him

Jon would wake up suddenly agitated in the forest seeing that it was already night. He would go to his room to be able to rest and organize his thoughts.

Jon's room in Winterfell Castle

Jon woke with a start, feeling a sense of urgency that shook him to the core. Opening his eyes, he found himself in a vast hall, adorned with dark tapestries and gleaming weapons. A throne, forged from interlocking swords, dominated the center of the room.

And there he was, Daemon Targaryen, the Rogue Prince, standing on the throne, looking down at him with a mocking smile.

"You're finally awake, bastard," Daemon said, his voice echoing through the hall. "Looks like you have a date with me."

Jon stood up, stunned. "What's going on?"

"You stand in the void between Targaryen dreams, bastard," Daemon replied, leaping from the throne. "And here you will learn to fight like a true Targaryen."

Before Jon could react, Daemon unsheathed a long, elegant sword. With a swift movement, he launched an attack, forcing Jon to dodge.

The battle that followed was intense and brutal. Daemon was a master swordsman, his movements fluid and precise. Jon, for his part, fought with all his might, trying to keep up with the prince. Every blow he connected was like a whiplash, every block a challenge to his endurance.

"Faster!" Daemon shouted, his voice echoing in the hall. "Harder! You are not a Stark, you bastard, you are a Targaryen. Fight like one!"

Jon pushed himself to the limit, each blow he landed giving him more confidence. He felt the dragon blood coursing through his veins, fueling his strength and agility.

As the battle progressed, Jon began to understand Daemon's fighting style. It was an aggressive, no-holds-barred style, designed to intimidate and demoralize the opponent. But Jon was undaunted. He focused on his movements, his breathing, and the connection he felt with the sword.

With a guttural cry, Jon launched a final attack. His sword met Daemon's in a clash of steel that echoed throughout the hall. For a moment, the two men stared at each other, breathing heavily

"Not bad, bastard," Daemon said, with a grin. "But you still have much to learn."

With a swift movement, Daemon disappeared, leaving Jon alone in the hall.

Awakening, Jon felt exhausted but satisfied. The training with Daemon had been brutal, but it had also been incredibly rewarding. He knew this was only the beginning of his journey.

The icy water crashed against his skin, awakening Jon from his slumber. The dream with Daemon Targaryen still echoed in his mind, a mix of exhaustion and excitement. His muscles burned from training, but his spirit was filled with renewed energy.

He dressed quickly, squeezing into his winter clothes. The cold of the North was constant, but Jon had learned to endure it. As he left his room, the aroma of breakfast invited him into the great hall.

As he entered, attention was focused on him. Ned Stark, his father, looked at him with pride, while Catelyn Stark, his stepmother, watched him with a mix of disdain and resentment. His siblings, Robb, Sansa, Arya, and Bran, offered him warm smiles.

"Good morning, Jon," Ned said, his voice warm.

Jon nodded, his gaze flicking over Catelyn. "Good morning, father."

Catelyn just frowned and poured herself more tea. The tension at the table was palpable. Jon knew he would never be one of them, that he would always be the bastard, a constant reminder of his father's infidelity.

"Jon, how did you sleep yesterday that you didn't come to dinner?" Robb asked, changing the subject.

"I was tired from yesterday's training, Rob," Jon replied, smiling. "I wanted to get some more rest."

"I'm glad to hear it," Ned said proudly. "Remember, it's important to get a good night's rest to be at 100 and improve."

The conversation turned to the day's chores and preparations for winter. Jon listened intently, trying to ignore Catelyn's hostile glances.

Suddenly, Arya leaned in close. "Hey, have you seen Nymeria around?"

Jon smiled. "She's probably out hunting with Ghost."

Arya nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, maybe."

During breakfast, Jon felt closer to his brothers and sisters. They were his family, the only one he had right now because the rest were scattered around the world. And although Catelyn would never accept him as one of them, a Stark knew that he was also a dragon, so he would continue to fight to earn their respect and that of his ancestors.

A few hours later

The midday sun bathed the Winterfell training yard, warming the cold stone. Jon, Robb, and Theon faced off in mock combat, their swords clashing with a clang. Jon, with the confidence given to him by his training with Daemon Targaryen, fought with a ferocity that surprised everyone present.

Robb, as heir, had always been the best swordsman among the Stark brothers. But now, Jon stood up to him, blocking his attacks with ease and counterattacking with deadly precision. Theon, on the other hand, was more agile and elusive, but Jon managed to anticipate his movements and keep him at bay.

The knights and the Stark family watched the scene in amazement. Ned Stark, with a proud smile, saw in Jon the image of a formidable warrior. Catelyn, however, frowned, uncomfortable with Jon's superiority.

"Watch out, Robb!" Bran shouted from a window. "Jon is too close."

Robb, focused on the fight, didn't hear his brother. Jon took advantage of the distraction and launched a surprise attack, disarming Robb.

"Enough!" Ned intervened, separating the young men. "You have proven yourselves brave warriors, all three of you."

Jon handed Robb back his sword, feeling satisfied with his performance. "Thank you for the training, brother," Robb said, extending his hand. Jon shook it.

Theon, for his part, merely nodded, his pride wounded.

"Jon," Ned began, his voice gravelly, "you have improved greatly. But remember, strength is not everything. True bravery is knowing when to stop."

Jon nodded, understanding his father's message.

That night, in his room, Jon went over his training. The techniques he had learned from Daemon Targaryen were deeply ingrained in him. He felt more confident, more powerful. But he also felt a growing sense of loneliness. Despite his success, he knew he would never be fully accepted by his family. Jon leaves his room.

Jon stood in the godsgrove, meditating. The peace of the place helped him focus, but his thoughts were restless. The training with Robb and Theon had been intense, but he felt like he was still missing something. Suddenly, a shadow fell over him.

"You seem to have become quite a decent swordsman, you bastard," a familiar voice said.

Jon opened his eyes and there stood Daemon Targaryen, looking at him with a sardonic smile. "My Lord," Jon replied, standing up.

"Do not call me that," Daemon said. "I am Daemon Targaryen, not a mere lord."

Jon nodded. "Understood Daemon."

"Don't call me that, you haven't earned it, bastard," Daemon replied. "What I'll teach you today will be different. I'll show you how true Targaryens fight, without mercy."

With those words, Daemon unsheathed his sword. Jon did the same, preparing for what was coming.

The battle that followed was brutal. Daemon attacked with a ferocity Jon had never seen before. His moves were unpredictable, his blows, lethal. Jon was forced to fight with all his might, but he could not match Daemon's skill.

"You do not have the heart of a warrior," Daemon said, as he disarmed Jon. "Targaryens have no mercy. They kill to survive, to protect what is theirs."

Jon felt hurt by Daemon's words, but he knew he was right. He had been fighting with restraint, trying to be an honorable knight. But now, Daemon was showing him a harsher, more ruthless truth.

"Next time," Daemon said, putting away his sword, "I won't stop you."

With those words, Daemon disappeared, leaving Jon alone in the gods' grove. Jon stood there for a long time, reflecting on what he had learned. He knew the path he had chosen was dangerous, but it was also exciting.

Jon goes to his room to shower and rest.