The Land of the Gods <Coming soon>
âPrince Rhaegar loved his Lady Lyanna, and thousands died for it.â
He could hear it still, by the Old Gods and the New, he could still hear the whispers. They were talking down there in the mortal world, his connection with Ghost allowing him to hear Ser Davosâ gruff voice and Lady Melisandreâs chants. They were trying to bring him back, yet Jon Snow had no desire on leaving today.
It had been as if the world was truly clear now, his eyes could see all and his mind held all. Even when he first stood in darkness, he could see, for the first time in his life he could see those waiting for him in the Land of the Gods. He had felt lighter then, comfortable and calm as he took in the sight of Eddard Stark and the small woman that reminded him of Arya.
Lyanna Stark, the She-Wolf of Winterfell, the Lady Baratheon if she had lived and married Robert, but the Princess of Dragonstone and the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms if she had lived at all. She had taken him in his arms right away, sobbing into his neck and rocking him in a way that made him feel like a babe.
It didnât take long for the truth to set in, in fact, it took just Lyannaâs bright proud smile that shed the veil.
Aegon, she had called him, cooing and caressing his cheek. âMy little wolf, a dragon on his own right.â She had said again, taking it upon herself to wipe his tears as everything fell on him. âLook at him, Ned. Look at my boy, look how he has grown.â
His father-no, his uncle Eddard, gave a watery chuckle before hugging him as tightly as his mother had. âI am proud of you, know that.â
But Jon never replied, instead collapsing on his shoulder where the fur pelt was. It was home there, the smell of leather and pine heavy on Ned as when Jon was a small boy with a thousand questions and fantasies. No tears came, just comfort, just the feeling of peace as his mother clung to his arm and led him away deeper into the darkness.
She liked to smile, the Lady Lyanna, her grey eyes crinkling around the corners as she looked up at him. She was everything he had ever wanted when he was a boy, a smiling high born lady who loved him, who smelt of winter roses, and who told him stories as he closed his eyes. His mother was a beautiful one, a willful lady that conquered dragons and stags and walked with the grace of a wolf. The little boy in him was nothing short of proud for it.
âThink of the Land of the Gods as the world below.â She was saying gently as a mother should, brushing back his dark curls as they continued to walk into the darkness. Jon looked back towards his Uncle Ned, a frown on his face when he didnât see him behind them. âNed went back to the North now, back to Robb and Lady Catelyn, donât worry dearest, we will go there too soon. You have to meet them first.â
And so mother and son walked arm and arm, Jon looking down at his mother to make sure she was still there, and Lyanna humming a soft tune. The song was enough to calm him, to ease his anxieties, but it wasnât enough to close his ears. He could still hear them down there, Ghost was still down there and until the end of his life, Jon will be able to hear what he heard. Yet, it wasnât only Davos or Melisandre, but a stranger speaking in the back of his mind.
âCan you see it?â Lyanna gripped his arm gently, smiling brightly up at something in the darkness. âIsnât it beautiful?â
âWhat is?â Jon tried to look up to, yet his eyes grew heavy and blurry when he faced the darkness straight on.
Lyanna frowned softly from his side, looking up at him before her eyes went wide. Her expression twisted then, a sad smile looming as she touched his cheek gently. âIt is not your time yet, I can see that now. You are not fully here, my beautiful boy, the Red Priestess works fast, I see. You are standing on the gates of Dragonstone, Aegon, where your father stood, and the first Aegon years ago. Remember that, for me at least. You are not leaving yet, not yet, but remember when you do leave.â
âBut I-â Jon chocked up, shaking his head like a little boy as he hugged his mother to him. âI donât want to go, please, I just met you, I just learned your name. Donât make me leave, I want to stay here. I want to see, let me see please.â
âOh my darling.â Lyanna cooed gently on his ear, easing his sobs as he knelt down in front of her. âYou will see one day, when you are old and grey, when you finish the life written for you. You will return here again, and I will be here, waiting for you, youâll see, my love. Youâll see.â
âLyanna!â A voice called from the darkness, a powerful one that spoke his motherâs name gently. âLyanna? Where are you?â
Jon looked up from his motherâs embrace, his eyes focusing on the darkness until a tall figure walked out. The Prince Rhaegar has always been a source of tales in Westeros, with his indigo eyes and pale silver hair. He had been a Targaryen Prince, the future King, and he had died in the banks of the Trident.
As quickly as he came, he disappeared from his eyes. Jon stood up quickly, trying to find him again under the veil of darkness. That had been his father, the noble Rhaegar who had loved his mother with all of his might.
âYour father is proud of you, both of them are.â Lyanna whispered next to him, a bright smile coloring her face as she watched the darkness with love in her eyes. âRemember that, my boy. The dragon and the wolf will stand behind you, as they always have. And I will stand with you, as I always done. Never forget it, never forget the truth of it, Aegon. You are no fool, no lordâs bastard. You will be king, my dear, as your brother would have been.â
âListen to me now.â Rhaegarâs gentle whisper drew his head to the side, a tall frame hugging him tightly as his mother and uncle had. âIt takes a man to rule. An Aegon, not an Egg. You have done well, you are the Northâs son without a doubt. But now, I need you to awake, my son. Keep your eyes and ears sharp, the name Targaryen will return once more. The dragons are awake now, you shall see soon, and when they come, I want you to go to them. A Targaryen alone in the world is a terrible thing, and my sister has been alone for too long. You have been alone for too long. I failed you once and your mother a dozen, but not here, not now. Awake, my son. The Lord of Light will want to make you his puppet as will others, you must fight them all, promise me you will.â
Jon tried to keep his arms around Rhaegar, but his eyes grew heavy and his arms felt nonexistent. He was waking up now, Melisandre was calling his soul down before he had a chance to see them again. Robb, he was so close, damn the Red Priestess for bringing him down.
ZaldrÄ«zes buzdari iksos daor. The fallen Prince had whispered, dark eyes sparkling with a solemn fire as everything become white in Jonâs mind.
Hey, hey, so Iâm trying to find a footing here with fanfics, so tell me what you think about this so I can figure out what elements to use and such! This is supposed me when the Night Watch kills him, a few hours before Melisandre fully revives him as the soul needs to actually attach to the body before waking up.
