Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 167 - Lyanna Stark.

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Third Person POV.

Winterfell.

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One exploded on the ground of Lyanna Stark's statue while the statue itself began to be filled with a yellow layer.

Soon a more ethereal form began to manifest, emerging from the statue as a young woman, no more than 16 namedays old. Radiating youthful beauty, as the woman—or rather, girl—blinked her eyes a few times.

Her gaze widened to look at the other figure flying in front of her, smiling at the girl. Lyanna could not be more stunned to see, by all indications, some kind of god before her. After all, her spirit trembled just by its presence, and this beautiful woman could do whatever she wished with her. It was she who had summoned her here.

But here, where? Lyanna could not help but think as her eyes drifted from the blonde woman behind her. Very different from the spiritual space where she used to remain, here... it was the real world. There was no doubt for Lyanna, seeing the colors so vivid.

She looked to the side where Jon was not, recognizing the place.

"You are looking the wrong way, my girl." The woman's voice made Lyanna turn her gaze back to her with doubt. As Lyanna looked the opposite way this time, she saw the red lines drawn on the ground and believed it was blood, but her eyes fell on the young man standing in front of her, staring at her with purple eyes full of recognition.

She blinked a few times before opening her eyes, stunned. "This..." she murmured.

"It is Daemon Targaryen, your son," the woman said.

"Mother..." Daemon took the initiative in a calm tone toward Lyanna Stark before him. She had the appearance from when she died, but without all the blood of childbirth. She wore a white dress. Her colors were slightly transparent, indicating she was a ghost.

Lyanna seemed left speechless, only some sound escaping her throat upon hearing the man call her mother.

"I think it's better to leave you two alone, I'll take the chance to look outside here." _____ spoke as she disappeared before Daemon could say anything, while his attention returned to the ghost of Lyanna.

"Daemon..." Lyanna murmured, and from what Daemon could perceive, Lyanna did not seem to know what was happening in the physical world. She looked at Daemon with conflicting emotions, seeing for the first time the son for whom she had died giving birth, alive and grown into an adult.

"It's you... my Daemon...?" she murmured, approaching cautiously as she floated, extending her ghostly arms and placing her hand over Daemon's face carefully, though neither of them could feel the other's touch. They were both in different realms and planes.

"It's good to meet you, mother..." Daemon said, opening a small smile for her. There were no tears in his eyes, but certainly his voice was bathed in tenderness.

"Daemon, look at you! My son... You've grown so much... You're already a man and so much like your father. I remember your eyes were identical to his, but now they are more purple... Perhaps mixed with the grayish Stark eyes..." she said with equal tenderness, yet studying her grown son.

"In fact, I believe it is more than that, my eyes went through some change after going through certain experiences." Jon said, not wanting to directly admit that his eyes had become more purple and bright after gaining much power in his journey.

"Tell me, son... How was your life? We are in Winterfell... And for you to have called me here, then you know the whole truth... Wait, this cannot be possible! I shouldn't be here! Who was that woman, how did you make her summon me here, and what is this on the ground? Magic, is it your blood?!" Panic suddenly seemed to take over the young woman, who withdrew her arms from her son's face and looked horrified, realizing that, as a spirit, she should never be able to come into contact with mortals. Natural laws prevented this, and yet somehow she was here. "I know it has been more than 17 years since I died... but you seem older than you should!"