Jon finds himself in a majestic hall, lit by torches that cast dancing shadows on the walls adorned with tapestries depicting scenes of battles and coronations. In the background, an iron throne, more imposing than any he has ever seen, occupies the center of the room. Sitting on it, an old man with silver hair and ice-cold eyes watches him with a piercing gaze. It is Jaehaerys Targaryen, the Old King.
Jaehaerys begins to speak, his voice soft but resonant: "Jon snow, or should we say, Aemon Targaryen. You have come a long way to get here."
Jon feels overwhelmed by the king's presence. "Your Majesty, it is an honor to stand before you.."
Jaehaerys smiles slightly. "The blood of dragons runs through your veins, Jon. You are the heir to a great legacy but also to a great responsibility."
Jaehaerys then begins to recount the history of the Targaryens, from the Conquest to the present. He speaks of triumphs and tragedies, of love and loss. He stresses the importance of unity and balance, and warns Jon about the dangers of over-ambition.
"The Iron Throne is a dangerous seat," Jaehaerys says. "Cut down those who sit upon it. You must rule with justice and compassion, and always remember that absolute power corrupts absolutely."
Jaehaerys speaks to Jon about the importance of family and duty. He tells him about the relationship he had with his brothers and how they managed to build a prosperous and lasting kingdom.
At the end of their conversation, Jaehaerys approaches Jon and whispers in his ear, "Winter is coming, Jon. And with it, a threat greater than any king. Only you can unite the Seven Kingdoms and stand against her."
The next day
Jon wakes with a start, his heart pounding. The dream has left him with a sense of purpose and determination.
Jon woke up with his mind still filled with the vivid images from his dream. The conversation with Jaehaerys Targaryen had left him with a sense of purpose and responsibility. He got out of bed and headed to the bathroom, where he soaked in a hot bath to clear his mind.
As he left, he headed to the great hall where his family was already having breakfast. His mother, Catelyn, smiled fondly at him. "Looks like you slept well, Jon. How was your training with Robb and Theon?"
Catelyn had gone through a change since her conversation with Ned. She would have had a few days of reflection where she would realize her wrongdoings and wanted to make amends. She would begin to bring Jon in as one of her sons as it should always be. This change would be seen by everyone in Winterfell, since she had a reputation for not loving her bastard of a husband. Even so, the change was welcomed by her family.
Jon nodded. "Very well, mother. I think I'm ready for something more challenging."
After breakfast, Jon met Robb and Theon in the training yard. Robb, the heir to Winterfell, was a skilled swordsman and a born leader. Theon, although arrogant at times, was a skilled warrior.
"Today we are going to try something new," Robb announced. "Jon, you'll face both of them at once."
Jon nodded, excited by the challenge. He stood on guard, and the brothers attacked. Robb was fast and agile, while Theon was strong and powerful. Jon defended himself skillfully, dodging blows and counterattacking with precision.
The fight was intense and long-lasting, but in the end, Jon managed to overcome his brothers. Exhausted but satisfied, he dropped to the ground.
"Not bad, Jon," Robb said, offering his hand to help him up. "You're improving a lot."
"Thank you," Jon replied. "But I still have much to learn.
Some time later
After the intense training with Robb and Theon, Jon decided to take advantage of the rest of the afternoon to spend time with his younger sister, Arya. He had missed her so much during his travels and was eager to hear about the adventures she had experienced.
Arya, for her part, was just as excited to hear from her brother, she had been training hard with the Winterfell weapons master, but she felt that she was still missing something. And what better way to learn than from her older brother, an experienced warrior.
"Jon, can you train me?" Arya asked him, her eyes shining with anticipation.
Jon smiled. "Of course, little wolf. What do you want to learn?"
Arya didn't hesitate for a second. "I want to learn to fight like you. To be strong and brave."
Jon nodded, proud of his sister. "Very well. But first, I need you to tell me all your pranks while they are away."
And so the siblings spent the afternoon sparring and talking. Jon taught Arya some of the techniques he had learned, while Arya told the people of Winterfell about their pranks.
As night fell, exhausted but happy, they sat together by the fire. Arya leaned on Jon's shoulder and watched the flames dance.
"Thank you, Jon," she said. "It's been the best day."
Jon stroked her hair. "You're welcome, Arya. I'll always be here for you."
Night was falling over Winterfell, and the fire in the hearth crackled softly, casting dancing shadows on the walls. Arya, exhausted from the day's training and excitement, began to nod off. Jon noticed her weariness and smiled tenderly at her.
"I think it's time for you to go to bed, little wolf," Jon said, his voice soft.
Arya opened her sleepy eyes and nodded. "Yes, please."
Jon stood and helped her to her feet. Carefully, he carried her to her room and settled her into bed. He placed a blanket over her shoulders and kissed her forehead.
"Rest well, Arya," he whispered.
"Thank you, Jon," she replied, her eyes already nearly closed.
Jon stayed a moment longer, staring into his sister's serene face.
With a sigh, Jon left the room and closed the door softly. He made his way to his own chamber, where he prepared for sleep. As he lay down, he thought about everything that had happened that day. The training with Robb and Theon, the time spent with Arya, the dream with Jaehaerys... It was a lot to take in.
Jon found himself back in the Red Keep, but this time, instead of the quiet Throne Room, he found himself in a training courtyard. Moonlight bathed the place, revealing figures practicing with swords. At the end of the courtyard, a tall, thin man with silver hair and ice-cold eyes watched him with a smirk. It was Daemon Targaryen, the Rogue Prince.
"You finally deign to return, Aemon," Daemon said, his voice full of mockery. "I thought you had been frightened."
Jon gripped his sword, ready for battle. "Do not underestimate me, Daemon. I have learned much since we last faced each other."
An epic duel began. Swords crossed in a deadly dance of steel. Daemon was fast and agile, but Jon was stronger and more determined. The blows echoed in the air, and the tension was palpable.
Jon managed to land a blow on Daemon's shoulder, who let out a laugh. "Well done, Aemon. But you still have a long way to go."
With renewed vigor, Daemon counterattacked, forcing Jon back. Jon did not give up, however. He dodged a blow and countered with a thrust that grazed Daemon's chest.
The Targaryen prince stopped, surprised. "You almost had me, boy. Almost."
At that moment, Daemon, in a moment of carelessness, struck Jon in the head with the pommel of his sword, knocking Jon unconscious.
"But never let your guard down," the prince would say with a smile.
At that moment, Jon's eyes snapped open, gasping for air. His heart was pounding. He was back in his room with the ghost at his side.
Darkness still covered Winterfell when Jon slipped out of his bed. The image of Daemon Targaryen, with his mocking smile and his skill with the sword, had kept him awake all night. He decided it was time to test his limits.
He headed to the training yard, where the cold morning breeze caressed his face. Wielding his training sword, he began to move with an agility and strength that surprised him. He imagined Daemon in front of him, his movements quick and precise. Each blow, each thrust, was a response to the Targaryen prince's provocation.
Hours passed as Jon moved relentlessly. He was sweating, panting, but he didn't stop. With each repetition, he felt himself getting a little closer to mastering his skills.
Just as the sky began to lighten, Ned Stark and Robb approached the courtyard. They stood watching Jon in surprise and admiration.
"Jon," Ned began, his voice soft but firm, "I didn't know you would rise so early."
Jon wiped the sweat from his brow. "I wanted to improve, father. I've had some dreams... very vivid ones."
Robb smiled. "It seems those dreams have given you superhuman strength."
Jon joined them for breakfast. As they ate, they talked about Jon's training and their plans for the future. Ned assured Jon that he was proud of his dedication and that he believed in him.
After the grueling training, Jon headed to the hot springs. The warm water soothed his aching muscles and prepared him for the day ahead. As he soaked in the bubbling water, he couldn't help but think of his dream and the challenge Daemon Targaryen represented. Determination burned within him, fueling his desire to become an even stronger warrior.
Once clean and dressed, Jon joined his family in the great hall. The aroma of bacon and scrambled eggs filled the air, and the laughter of his younger brothers echoed throughout the room. Catelyn served him a generous portion and smiled proudly at him.
Jon smiled. "I had quite the dream, father."
Later that day, Jon sought out his father in his study. He knew this conversation would be difficult, but he felt it was necessary. Ned was sitting behind his desk, going over some scrolls. Seeing Jon, he looked up and beckoned him over.
"Father, I need to speak with you," Jon began bluntly.
Ned set the scrolls aside and leaned back in his chair. "Tell me, son."
Jon took a deep breath. "I've been thinking a lot about my future, and I think I need a change. I want to travel beyond Westeros."
Ned frowned. "Beyond Westeros, Jon? Are you sure about that?"
Jon nodded determinedly. "Yes, father. I want to see the world, learn about other cultures, and become an even stronger warrior. I've had some dreams..."
Ned interrupted him, holding up a hand. "Jon, I understand your desire for adventure, but I promised my sister that I would keep you Jon. If you leave, I won't be able to.
"I know, father," Jon replied, "but I think I can fulfill my duties and still follow my own path. I promise to come home."
Ned looked at his son for a long moment. Finally, he nodded. "Okay, Jon. Go and explore the world. But promise me that you'll be careful and come home."
Jon hugged his father tightly. "Thank you, father.
Before they left, Jon decided to visit his grandmother, Rhaella Targaryen, she was the only person Jon felt he could trust with his true plans.
Upon arriving Jon was greeted with Rhaella's characteristic warmth, Jon approached his grandmother.
"Grandma," he began, "I have a journey ahead of me."
The woman raised an eyebrow, her blue eyes shining with curiosity. "And where does the wind take you, Aemon?"
Jon sank into her words. "I want to go to Valyria, Grandma. I've had visions, dreams... I feel there's something there I must find."
The old woman thought for a moment. "Valyria, huh? A place of fire and blood. A place where dragons once ruled the skies."
Jon nodded. "I know it's dangerous, but I feel I must go."
"I'm going to ask you a favor, Aemon, please find my children. Dany and Viserys are alone," Rhaella would ask Jon.
No problem grandmother I will bring them back" Jon assured her
After his conversation with the old Targaryen, Jon returned to Winterfell with a heart full of determination. He knew his journey to Valyria would be long and dangerous, but the promise of finding Daenerys Targaryen and Viserys Targaryen.
Before leaving, Jon met with his family to say goodbye. The news of his journey caused a great commotion. Catelyn, although worried, gave him her blessing, while Robb promised that he would always be there for him.
Ned, with a look of pride and sadness in his eyes, handed Jon a sealed letter. "This letter will grant you access to a ship in the port of white. I have selected some of the most loyal men in the North to accompany you on your journey. Remember, Jon, you are always a Stark.
Jon took the letter and carefully put it away. He hugged his father once more and then headed to the port. There, a ship awaited him, strong and sturdy, with the Stark flag flying from the mast. The men who would accompany him were sturdy warriors of the North, men who had sworn loyalty to House Stark.
Later
Jon's ship sailed through the turbulent waters of the Dothraki Sea. Weeks had passed since they left the North, and the crew was already beginning to feel the effects of the long journey. It was during a dark and stormy night that the unexpected happened.
At dawn, a group of pirate ships emerged from the fog, blocking their path. Black sails flapped in the wind, and the pirates' mocking laughter echoed in the air. Jon, along with his most loyal men, prepared for battle. Wielding his sword, he stepped onto the deck and ordered his men to do the same.
The battle was fierce. Arrows flew through the air, swords clashed, and the screams of men filled the air. Jon, with surprising agility, dodged the pirates' attacks and struck down several of them with his sword. His men, inspired by his bravery, fought with a ferocity that surprised even the most experienced pirates.
After a bitter fight, the pirates began to retreat. The pirate captain, a burly man with a scar running across his face, lunged at Jon. The two warriors engaged in an epic duel, their swords clashing again and again. Finally, with one swift, precise move, Jon disarmed the captain and decapitated him.
With the captain's death, the pirates' morale plummeted. The remaining ones surrendered or jumped into the sea for their lives. Jon and his crew had emerged victorious.
After the exciting victory over the pirates, Jon and his crew boarded one of the enemy ships to search for supplies and repairs. As they explored the ship, one of the sailors called out in excitement, "My lord, look at this!"
Jon walked over and saw the sailor holding a small wooden chest, inlaid with seashells and ancient symbols. Opening it revealed a detailed map, drawn on yellowed parchment. The map showed a part of Valyria that had not been explored before, with an X marking a specific spot.
"This map is ancient, my lord," the sailor said, studying the symbols. "I believe it shows a place of great power."
Jon examined the map cautiously. The symbols were strange and mysterious, but he recognized some of the dragons that appeared on it. It was apparent that the map had been created by someone who knew the ancient Valyrians very well.
"I think this map might be the key to finding what we seek," Jon said, putting the map away carefully.
With the ancient map in their possession, Jon and his crew set out into a region of Valyria never before explored. Compasses went haywire, stars seemed to dance in the sky, and a thick fog covered the horizon, creating an oppressive and mysterious atmosphere.
As they continued, the landscape became increasingly strange. Mountains of obsidian rose into the sky, constantly smoking, and the sea boiled in places, releasing clouds of steam. Ancient Valyrian buildings, covered in moss and ruins, stood like ghosts of the past.
The crew began to feel a growing nervousness. Rumors of the creatures that inhabited these lands grew louder. They spoke of dragons still roaming the ruins, of shadows moving in the mist, and of sea monsters lurking in the depths.
Finally, after several days of travel, they reached the place marked on the map. It was a huge cavern, hidden among the obsidian mountains. The entrance was guarded by two gigantic statues of dragons, their stone eyes seeming to stare at intruders.
Jon and his men entered the cavern with caution. The walls were covered in hieroglyphics and symbols that none of them could decipher. As they moved forward, the cavern grew deeper and darker. The air grew heavy and damp, and a dull rumbling sound echoed in the depths.
Suddenly, the earth shook and a deafening roar filled the cavern. A huge dragon, with black scales and green eyes, emerged from the shadows.
The dragon, with its scales as black as night and its green eyes as embers, was an imposing and terrifying creature. Its roar echoed throughout the cavern, making the stone walls tremble. Jon, however, felt no fear. Instead, he felt a strange connection with the beast.
With surprising calm, Jon approached the dragon. He raised his hands, showing open palms, and spoke in a soft voice. "I come not to harm you," he said. "I seek only answers."
The dragon stared at him, its eyes blinking slowly.
Suddenly, the dragon leaned forward, exhaling a cloud of smoke that enveloped Jon. The young Stark closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, he found himself looking into the dragon's eyes. In that moment, a deep connection was established between them.
With a nod of his head, Jon invited the dragon out of the cavern. The dragon complied, and together they soared above the ruins of Valyria. The wind whipped at their faces as they flew above the clouds. Jon felt free, as if he had finally found his place in the world.
Together, they explored the ruins of Valyria, uncovering its secrets and facing new challenges.
Cannibal would go hunting
As Jon and his men delved deeper into the ruins of Valyria, they discovered that they were not the only inhabitants of those ancient cities. Shadows, grotesque and misshapen creatures, moved among the ruins, their eyes glowing like embers. They were the so-called "shadows" of Valyria, beings corrupted by dark magic that had been trapped deep within the earth.
Jon and his men faced hordes of these creatures, their swords clashing against the creatures' crude weapons. The battle was brutal and bloody, but the Northmen, hardened by war, held out bravely.
Meanwhile, Cannibal the dragon had wandered away from the group. Drawn by the smell of rotting flesh, he made his way to an area of the ruins where the creatures congregated in greater numbers. With a deafening roar, Shadow lunged at them.
"Cannibal Dracarys" Jon would shout from below, ordering his men away.
The dragon fought, tearing the creatures apart with its claws and burning them with its fire.
After finishing off the creatures, everyone rested, Cannibal would go to sleep and his men would cook the food while Jon
Jon entered the huge building, his boots echoing in the dusty halls. The walls are adorned with frescoes depicting scenes from an epic battle, but the joy of victory has faded, replaced by a sense of desolation and decay.
As he moves forward, he discovers that the building is a labyrinth of hidden rooms and secret passages. Around every corner, there are hints of the former king's obsession with immortality. Failed alchemies, experiments with creatures, and dark spells cover the walls.
Finally, he reaches the main chamber. In the center of the room, upon an obsidian pedestal, sits an ornate chest. As he approaches, a deep, resonant voice echoes through the chamber. "No intruder shall desecrate my tomb. He who touches the chest shall be consumed by the curse."
Jon, his heart pounding with excitement and fear, finally opened the chest. Flashes of gold and precious jewels filled the chamber, but before he could admire the treasures, a figure emerged from the shadows. He was a knight dressed in black from head to toe, his armor gleaming with a sinister light.
The black knight unsheathed a sword that looked like it was made of obsidian and lunged at Jon. The battle that followed was brutal. Jon dodged the knight's blows, his sword clashing against the obsidian in a deafening clink. The chamber echoed with the sound of his footsteps and the clash of metal against metal.
Sensing the black knight's presence, Shadow joined the battle. The dragon spit fire, but the knight dodged it with surprising agility. The battle raged on for what seemed like hours, both combatants wounded and exhausted.
Finally, in a desperate move, Jon managed to drive his sword into the black knight's heart. The warrior collapsed to the ground, his armor disintegrating into black dust.
After the intense battle with the black knight, Jon, still panting, decided to continue exploring the building. His curiosity led him to a hidden room behind a secret wall. As he opened the door, a wave of heat washed over him and the strong smell of sulfur filled his nostrils.
A stunning sight unfolded before his eyes. In the center of the room, on a bed of obsidian, were several dragon eggs. They were larger than anything Jon had imagined, with vibrantly colored scales and veins of gold. Surrounding the eggs, piled in stacks, were priceless treasures: weapons forged from Valyrian steel, armor inlaid with dragons, ancient books written in an unknown language, and boxes filled with jewels.
Jon was stunned by the discovery. These eggs could be the key to restoring the Targaryens' glory. But they also represented great danger. If the eggs were to hatch, Jon would be faced with the task of raising young dragons, powerful and unpredictable creatures.
With his heart filled with hope and fear, Jon carried the most valuable treasures. The dragon eggs, wrapped in skins and secured with ropes, he and his men set out on the journey back to where they had camped.
The next day, at dawn, Jon and his men set out to continue their journey. Jon, determined to protect the eggs and to meet up with Daenerys and Viserys as soon as possible, decided to ride Cannibal. With a deafening roar, the dragon rose into the air, carrying Jon above the ruins of Valyria.
From the heights, Jon could see the vast landscape that stretched out before him. However, Jon knew that the path that awaited him would be full of danger.
With his men following him from their ships, Jon had a clear objective: to find his uncles, take them to his grandmother and trace the path to the Iron Throne.