The wolf and the lioness - From my blood!!

Jon Snow? Somewhere -Somewhen

"Howland, hurry up, we may be discovered," said the young Lady, as she tried, unsuccessfully, to take off a suit of armor, while looking frantically at the forest

"Where the hell am I?" Jon wondered to himself, looking at his body, his battle robe had disappeared, and for some strange reason, he was not able to feel his connection with Aetherium, although, on the other hand

His soul roared like never before, Jon could feel every beat, a colossal latent power, as if his soul was excited about something

"Aegon," the sweet voice was heard again, making Jon turn around by inertia, observing the woman from before, in the Dwemer ruins

However, the young sorcerer noticed something... The woman in that white dress was suspiciously similar to the young woman who quickly removed her armor

“Who are you?” he ask cautiously, while the woman? Spirit? Goddess? She walked towards him with all the calmness in the world

"You have grown a lot my son, I thank Mother Mara for allowing me to observe you, at least for once," said the woman smiling with infinite sweetness towards the young magician

All that phrase threw Jon off on many levels, Mara? The Mother Goddess of the Aedra and wife of Akatosh, but she also said...

"Are you my mother?" Jon asked, cursing to himself as he heard the hesitation and naked hope in his voice

The woman just smiled softly, and caressed Jon's face, that simple and innocent gesture was like a balm for Jon's soul

“What's wrong? Where am I? Who are you?” he asked while unconsciously leaning on the feminine and familiar hand of the mysterious woman

"I see that Eddard did a great job, you are very handsome like your father" said the woman, a smile with tears adorning her beautiful face, looking at Jon as if she wanted to memorize every detail of his face

“What's wrong?” he said, with a sharp edge in his voice, he did not understand what was happening and that baffled him

"You'll find out soon," said the mysterious woman with a tone of voice between amused and melancholy

Jon frowned at those words, but focused his attention on the scene, the little Lord and the intrepid Lady were not even close to removing the armor, when noises were heard between the branches, alerting them

"My lady... they are going to discover us," whispered the young Lord totally terrified, looking towards the origin of the noise

The branches moved urgently, as the voice of two men grew louder and louder and then, two men appeared

One of them was evidently a knight of the royal guard, his armor and white cloak betrayed his loyalty to the crown, on his chest was engraved the symbol of the Targaryen house and on his waist...

“Dawn!!” Jon whispered in amazement, when he was younger he had dreamed of glimpsing such a beautiful sword

The other man, on the other hand, was impressively handsome, tall, with a slender figure and a worked body, but not muscular, his platinum and silky hair, combined with his impressive amethyst eyes gave away who he was

Arthur Dayne and Prince Rhaegar Targaryen

At that revelation, Jon opened his eyes in surprise, so the young woman was...

"Lady Stark," said the prince, and her voice was as melodious as the stories told

"Prince...Prince Rhaegar," said his young aunt, as she tried to make a courtesy, failing miserably under the weight of the armor

The prince smiled softly, at the same time as the entire image faded away, losing itself in a kind of golden mist

Those were Prince Rhaegar and his aunt Lady Lyanna 

"That was the moment that it all began, the feelings for your father were intense and fleeting, I was a young Lady, overwhelmed by the attention of the handsome prince" said his aunt with a tone of sadness, while the golden mist showed another image, a huge tournament, with more people than Jon has ever seen in his life,  there was a knight on the ground, while another man, dressed in black armor with dragon ornaments and a red cape, placed a wreath of flowers on the lap of a young Lyanna Stark, who was red with shame, while total silence dominated the place

The scene changed again, now he was at the edge of the God's eye, witnessing how the prince married Lady Lyanna and in the next change, Jon quickly averted his gaze when the image showed the prince fucking the obviously overwhelmed Lady, who was being fucked wildly by the prince, the young Lyanna was moaning like a banshee, her face contorted in pleasure

Jon didn't have to be a genius to understand what was going on

"Eddard Stark is not my father, is he?" he asks with a complicated tone of voice, feeling how everything, she once believed to be true, vanished in front of her eyes

"It's not, my brother... He did what he could and let's leave it there” said who was evidently his mother, the tone of annoyance when mentioning his father, uncle, was more than evident

"I was never a bastard, he knew that, and he never said anything," Jon said, starting with a soft whisper and ending with a loud cry of fury and pain, the dragon soul inside him now made sense, always had been

And Eddard Stark knew it

"Don't rush to judge your uncle Aegon, my brother's options were quite limited, the Targaryen house was decimated and defeated at the end of the war that Aerys Targaryen and the enemies of our family are heartless dogs, you only need to see what happened to Elia and Rhaenys" said his mother, as he moved his hands with an elegant gesture, did the fog obey his mother's will? Of the goddess? At this point Jon wasn't sure of anything

The fog now showed a sandy and desolate wasteland, with a solitary tower dominating the entire desert

“Where are we?” he asked, turning around and expecting to see his mother again, however, she had disappeared, instead, Jon was watching Rhaegar Targaryen, dressed in armor with his chest shattered, his pale skin and the amulet on his neck indicated who it was

"Arkay," Jon whispered, looking at the God of life and death taking his father's body

Rhaegar smiled softly and said

"Excellent deduction my son, I see that your mind is as sharp as that sword of yours, a good omen for the future of the kingdom," said the powerful entity, who looked towards the tower with melancholy, feminine cries crossed the desert sands, while ten men danced with death at the entrance of the tower

In alarm, Jon looked at Rhaegar and said

“What the hell are they fighting for? Don't they hear that someone needs help?” The young sorcerer blurted out helplessly

"Many times, so many oaths weigh on our souls, like the King's Guard, cut short by their oath to the royal family, while they set aside the most important knight's oath," said his father wistfully

"Protect the innocent," said the Winter Lord, looking helplessly at the Tower

"Alas, my beloved Lya's destiny was to give birth to the hope of the world, giving her life for yours, the powerful and blessed winter blood of the Starks, mixed with the volatile, passionate and untamed Targaryen blood, a beautiful song," said his father, at the same time that the fog appeared again, enveloping Jon again, while his father disappeared

Jon inhaled hard to calm his heavy breathing, it was too much information, but now it all made sense

He was a Targaryen, not a Snow, not even a Stark

"Isn't the blood of your mother, who died to bring you into the world, as valid as that of your father’s young dragon?" said a feminine, funny and seductive voice, calling the attention of the young sorcerer

The panorama around him changed completely, he was now in a familiar place, the Winterfell Godswood, with two strangers walking towards the heart tree, carrying two precious and curious objects

"Jacaerys, are you sure of this, my love?" These... they are too valuable to leave here," said who looked like a young Stark maiden

The handsome young man next to her nodded with a smile as he stroked her face

"Trust me, the dream was quite clear, these eggs, Vermax's first clutch must remain here, hidden among the ancient sleepers of the North" said the young prince

"My beloved son is a heartbreaker, He take it out of his mother," said the seductive and beautiful woman next to him, who could not be other than…

"Dibella," Jon said, earning a pleased look from the Goddess, who stroked his cheek gently, making Jon shudder completely

"Good boy, always envy that beautiful lioness of yours, when you come back be a good boy and fucks her in my temple, I would love to participate in your acts of devotion" purred who could not be other than Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, who had been treated by history in an unfair way

Nothing really out of the ordinary, considering that the Hightower maesters recorded history, and they were not going to wish to place Aegon II as a usurper

Jon instantly recognized the names, Jacaerys Velaryon and Vermax, and remembered the stories mentioned, about Vermax's clutch, hidden in the catacombs of Winterfell

"The female lineage is as important as the male, Lady Dibella, queen Rhaenyra" Jon said firmly and confidently, his words in keeping with his thoughts, pleasing the Goddess

"And don't forget it darling, your mother died to bring you into the world and her blood is as powerful or even more than your father's, after all, mastering the White Frost and the ancient gifts of the forest is no small feat," said the Goddess, taking two steps back and disappearing into the golden mist

"Apparently, history doesn't do justice to Rhaenyra Targaryen's beauty," Jon muttered to himself, something in his ancestor had awakened a fire inside him, as if, just by looking at her, he had an almost sick desire to possess her and…

"Make her yours until she is but a bundle of moans? Let your seed drain from her conquered cunt, while you watch it take root, and admire with pride as that beautiful woman whom you tamed raises your heir? I've been there, I understand you perfectly, Aegon," said a different man, dressed in black armor with dragon ornaments, with a Valyrian steel sword at his waist, the necklace around his neck giving away his identity

Talos, the God of War, who had taken on an appearance fit for his dominion

"Dark Sister," Jon said, looking in amazement at the waist of who he assumed was Daemon Targaryen

"Obviously, now be silent and pay attention," he ordered, the golden mist disappeared and now appeared in a snowy forest, the huge trees and the dense wall gave away where he was

Beyond the Wall

"Shit," Jon said, staring in awe at the towering, terrifying structure, as a lone figure walked through the storm, his hands on his head as they whispered over and over, the familiar sword at Talos' waist at his own waist

"Brynden Rivers, the last to carry my beloved sword, resentful against our family, to the point that he took Dark sister with him beyond the Wall, he will be one of your most implacable enemies, do not underestimate him and what is more important, when you have him defenseless, do not hesitate, or it will be your ruin" he warned, showing how the aforementioned Rivers got lost among the trees,  while a thousand crows flew behind him, disappearing into the fog

The dense golden cloud returned, at the same time that Daemon disappeared

And then, Jon hears noises, metal crashing against metal, and a male voice singing in Valyrian

Jon had never learned Valyrian in his life, and yet he was able to understand the words that were being spoken 

“From my blood” another blow to metal, the voice became firmer

The dense golden cloud disappeared, and Jon was in a kind of cave-workshop, the ocean was visible through a huge opening in the cave, while the decorations, evidently Valyrian, glowed softly, the magic more than evident in this place

"Comes the prince who was promised" said a handsome and imposing man, tall, with silver hair, the position of his head prevented the vision of his eyes, his head adorned by a band of Valyrian steel with rubies, his hand had a magic flame, which he used to sing and forge the dagger on an obsidian anvil

"and his, Will be the song of Ice and Fire," he said, raising his head, showing a pair of purple orbs that glowed with a monstrous magical power, terrifying and overwhelming, and Jon had no doubt who it was

"Akatosh," he said, as he bowed to the king of the Gods, trembling with terror, just feeling his humongous magical power Jon felt totally insignificant

"From my blood, comes the prince who was promised, and his will be the song of Ice and Fire," he said again, dropping the red-hot dagger on the Anvil, the order more than clear

Jon swallowed hard and walked towards the anvil, the cold and powerful eyes looked at him impassively, Jon swallowed hard and tried to touch the dagger

Only to scream when he felt a terrifying sensation in his hand, which, surprisingly, had been wounded by fire

Something that hadn't happened in a long time

"Who are you?" asked Akatosh, looking directly at him

Jon was silent, he was not stupid, he knew perfectly well what the king of the Aedra wanted

But was Jon ready? Ready to abandon everything you thought was true? Was he ready for Jon Snow to die completely and Aegon Targaryen to emerge

Jon, Aegon... He inhaled hard, opening his eyes with determination

"I, I am Aegon Targaryen, Son of Rhaegar Targaryen, a Dragon Lord" he said firmly, and decisively, take the dagger

And this time, the reaction was different, Jon Snow would never be able to touch the dagger, but Aegon Targaryen...

The young sorcerer takes the dagger and raises it, at the same time as Akatosh speaks again

"Temper it," he orders, taking a step back

Aegon inhaled, remembering the forest, the immense and terrifying cold that, when touched, filled him with vitality and unparalleled power, that gift, that power, was not Targaryen

The White Frost's domain was a Stark gift, a powerful one

"I am Aegon Targaryen, son of Lyanna Stark, Lord of Winters"

And as he said those words full of determination, Aegon's hands began to channel the power of the White Frost, beginning to temper the dagger

"FROM MY BLOOD!" said Akatosh

“COMES THE PRINCE WHO WAS PROMISED!” Dijo Arkay

“AND HIS WILL BE” Mara said

"THE SONG OF ICE AND FIRE!" said the nine divine ones at the same time, filling Jon's body with divine power, his dragon souls awakening completely, a dragon in a human body

Aegon's eyes shone with the power of a fucking star, the purple glow, a physical manifestation of his connection to Aetherium

“CLAIM YOUR RIGHT AEGON, CLAIM IT!!” Akatosh ordered

Aegon screamed, letting out a powerful roar, manifesting flames and frost around him

“FROM MY BLOOD, COMES THE PRINCE WHO WAS PROMISED, AND MINE!! WILL BE THE SONG OF ICE AND FIRE!!” the Young Dragon roared, at the same time that his gaze became completely cloudy, blinding him for an instant

A second later, Aegon opened his eyes, he was no longer in the doorway, but in a shattered room, a huge Dwemer sphere was in pieces, with smoldering flames on its surface

And in Aegon's hands…

The Elder Scroll, pulsing with a simply titanic power, impossible to explain

Jon Snow was dead, and Aegon Targaryen was born

The Winter Dragon had arrived and he was here to stay