Legacy of the White Dragon: A Dance of Dragons

Prologue : Rebirth and betrayal

Small note for clarity as you read this story.

'inner thought' – and quoting someone.

"Speaking aloud"

"Dragon-Tong"

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Jon Snow/Aemon Targaryen (Year 304 A.C.)

Kingslanding

There he lay dying, betrayed once again by someone he thought wouldn't. This time, it was his brother, just like his black brothers before. "Bran, why?" he choked as he looked up at his cousin-brother. He had been waiting to attend the council to decide what would be next for Westeros and him. As of now, no king or queen has been there to lead them. As Daenerys was dead, killed by his own hands, what marked him a kin and a queenslayer. He couldn't fathom why Grey Worm hadn't killed him. He was perhaps waiting to prolong his agony. The man wasn't wrong; his heart had been aching with guilt since that moment.

Now, in this cell, he lay dying, killed by his own sweet Bran. He stood out of his wheelchair, still unmoving. It shocked him first when Bran stood on his legs. Not much later, Bran had slit his throat. He looked into his eyes for an answer to why Bran did what he had done. Then he saw a glint of blue – those cold blue eyes he had seen at Hardhome and Winterfell. The last thing he saw was the smirk of the Night King staring back at him. As life escaped out of the boy, everything went black.

He wasn't sure where he was, only that it was black, and he knew he was dead, although he felt partly still alive. Perhaps this was the hell the septas and septons spoke about, although it wasn't fiery, just utter darkness. Or was it where he was sent to the last time he died? He couldn't remember anything after his first death.

Then, the darkness was pierced by voices. "Ah, our dragonwolf. You haven't lost yet. We, the Old Gods and those of Valyria can hopefully give you a chance to prevent the darkness that is about to descend on the world. The children of fire weren't meant to die out prematurely. To fight against the cold, to prepare the realm as it should have been?" The voices in the dark explained. 'What!! The gods of Valyria and Old gods spoke to him.' He thought in shock.

"To maintain balance in the world, we sent out our herald, a balance against the influences of the great other. The first of both your peoples, the first hero Azor Ahai, initiated the bloodlines – one of ice and one of fire. The blood of forty dragon lords descends from fire, drawn to dragons and heat. The Starks, blood of ice, are drawn to direwolves and cold. The Valyrians forgot their original purpose and were destroyed. Some of their bloodlines escaped due to the dreams we sent to Daenys.

Similarly, we influenced Aegon so he would unite Westeros against the impending storm. This song was referred to as the Song of Ice and Fire. You were meant to be the one who could have sent the great others champion back to its prison in the Lands of Always Winter to restart the cycle," the voice said.

"But when your sister killed him, he was forced back wasn't forced back into his prison. Instead, his essence was sent to the nearest link. Your brother, it was his plan all along. He lured Bran with a vision, a trap – the same vision that allowed Bran to see the Night King, which resulted in your brother being marked. From that moment, your brother was partly influenced by the Night King, although he did not know it." the voice explained. His thoughts were deeply absorbed in this revelation. 'It all made so much sense – why else would he be brought back to life? He felt as if something had been tugging at him since his resurrection as if he wasn't entirely himself.'

"Your thoughts are accurate. The Night King orchestrated it all. He can now work in the shadows while the winter gripping Westeros gradually consumes it. There will be no one left to stop him. The world will become one of darkness, cold, and death, as the line meant to send him back is no more." the voices said sorrowfully.