The dragons bastard

Chapter 53: Dreams of what to come

The dream came clothed in snow and silence, and there beyond the Wall, where the world grew old and memory lingered longer than men, stood a great weirwood whose bark was white as a corpse wrapped for burial, whose leaves shimmered crimson against the winter sky like a thousand blood-soaked hands reaching upward in prayer, and whose ancient face gazed down through eyes of frozen red sap with a sorrow so deep it seemed to remember every king, every oath, every betrayal, and every death since the dawn of days, while the cold wind whispered through its branches in voices that were not the wind at all, but the murmurs of forgotten greenseers, vanished children, and nameless dead who slept beneath the roots, watching, waiting, and dreaming still.

Stood at the centre was Rhaegar "where am I" a voice came from behind him "Rhaegar" He turns around to see a strange girl "who are you?" The strange girl walked forward "I am a child of the forest" Rhaegar staggered back a child of the forest like the children of the forest he thought he had read a history of before king Aegon the 1st before the age of hero's "why am I here?" She steps forward "take my hand and you will see" he takes her hand and suddenly flash.

Visions came pouring through the start of the dance of dragons countless dead on the battlefield, the riverlands and his death fast forwarding through time to his descendants and then flash there stood his daughter Elizabeth not her child self but as a adult women in the kings council chamber with men and a women he can't quite see and then it stops "what was that".

Rhaegar ask shocked and confused "your death will happen in a few years time at mid half of 130ac" Rhaegar couldn't believe what he was he was going to say something maybe even shout but as he went to do just that nothing came from voice like he had lost the ability to speak "your song is being written, but your song must end soon" she disappears as Rhaegar vision goes to black.

He woke up in bed Helaenas arm wrap around Rhaegar's chest he gently moved her arm and Got up putting on his trousers and headed towards the balcony looking out of kings landing the words 'your song is being written, but your song must end' he sighs and looks back at Helaena as he turned his head right and then back towards the city.
Whatever the case Rhaegar was gonna live most of his time left to the fullest for his children, to the love of his life the women who was there in front of him this whole time, if he must die in years to come he will do so in his own terms.