A/N: I just finished Season 5 and I am so excited for the next season. Important and awesome things are happening and I can just feel the climax of this plot building on itself. It's very thrilling to anticipate where the story will go next and I'm more than happy that finally things are looking up for the Starks. For those who love to speculate theories about Azor Ahai and Jon Snow's parentage then you'll probably be interested with this fic. Or maybe not. Don't want to assume anything.

Disclaimer: Game of Thrones is not mine.

Summary: Jon Snow rose from the blaze of the pyre, hair and eyes burning, skin blistered but unburnt, brandishing a flaming Valyrian steel sword. The look on Alliser Thorne's face was one of disbelief and dread and Melisandre smiled. "Fire cannot kill a dragon, Alliser Thorne." she told him and walked away.

"Build the Lord Commander a pyre." Alliser Thorne commanded quietly, the title rolling off his tongue with disdain.

The men moved without protest until one remained. The boy gripped his dagger so tight his knuckles were white. He gazed down on Jon Snow's empty eyes and tears fell down his cheeks from his unblinking eyes. Alliser put a hand on his shoulder and stirred him away.

Edd came running down from the parapets, his eyes wide with disbelief and anger.

"What have you done?" he hissed. Some of the men who noticed caught him before he could launch himself toward Alliser. "What have you done?!" he demanded more loudly.

None of the men can look him in the eye except for Alliser. Ser Davos strode purposeful strides towards them with Melisandre on his heels. He stopped short when he saw Jon Snow's body lying on the snow, his skin beginning to resemble his bastard name and eyes empty of life. Melisandre dared to come closer, disregarding Alliser's look of warning, and crouched down to touch Jon's cheek. Davos narrowed his eyes. Though he was currently using every ounce of honor in him not to run her through with his sword, he had the wits to take notice that the Red Woman taking interest in anyone, breathing or not, is never good.

"YOU FOOLS! ALL OF YOU! YOU HAVE DOOMED US ALL!" Edd cried out madly. Suddenly, a wolf cry erupted from the stables. Everyone froze and listened to the lament of the direwolf. The wood cried in protest as the wolf began to struggle with the locks of his kennel. Looks of panic can be seen on some of the men's faces. They were not looking forward to confronting the beast.

"Pray tell, Ser Dolorous Edd," Alliser spoke with scorn, ignoring the wolf's howling cries. "How have we doomed us all when we have just dealt with the bastard who let our enemies within the wall?"

"The White Walkers are coming, you fucking cunt!" Edd spat at him, struggling to break free. "And you just killed the man who could save us all!"

Alliser snorted and opened his mouth to reply when he was interrupted.

"He speaks truth, my lord." Melisandre said as she gracefully stood, her eyes burning.

"What nonsense is this?" Alliser demanded through gritted teeth, rounding on the priestess. "What can a bastard son of a dead lord do against the White Walkers?"

"Jon Snow may have been a bastard but he carried within him the blood of kings and the man who built this wall." Melisandre stated primly as if educating a child. She walked closer to Alliser whose gaze were as unflinching as the Red Woman's. "There is magic within these walls," she whispered but her voice carried throughout all the Watchers who betrayed their Lord Commander. "Magic that Jon Snow's ancestor casted to protect us from the darkness that lies beyond and you spilt his blood on its heart. You may not like what follows."

She strode pass him and Alliser was left to ponder. Edd had managed to shrug off the men that held him and went to Jon. He fell to his knees beside his friend and sighed hopelessly. Alliser left the grieving man behind and went to claim the seat of Lord Commander.

When dawn was fast approaching and the pyre was built, the rest of the Night's Watch had heard of the mutiny that had occurred. The men loyal to Jon Snow were angry and confused. Those who survived the voyage of Hardhome had paled and felt as if the coldest winds of winter had come to blow them away.

Jon Snow lay in a bed of wood and hay in the same clothes he'd been murdered in and with Longclaw on his chest. Ollie had retrieved the sword and was determined to burn it along with the man that had given him a purpose and the same man he killed. No one protested although Alliser had thought it an utter waste. He can always retrieve the Valyrian steel after the bastard is ashes, he suppose.

It was Edd who held the torch and thus, who spoke.

"He was a man of honor. A man of courage and strength. We turned to him when the night seemed darkest and he had delivered us from our enemies time and time again." he spoke loudly, his eyes angry. "When his family was butchered, he stayed and honored his vows. He protected us and suffered greatly for his efforts. He may have been named a Snow but his house's words ring true: winter is coming."

He lay the torch on the hay and passed it on to the next man when it caught the blaze. Pretty soon, the pyre burned greatly. Edd had stared tiredly on the flames, wondering how the fuck they were going to survive the end of the world without Jon Snow. It seemed impossible now that the last of the blood of the Starks had been murdered along with most of his family. Only one Stark remained in the world but soon, in the hands of the Boltons, she would perish too and the great line of the man who built the wall they swore to protect will be dead. The gasps and the retreating bodies caught his attention and he turned to see Ghost striding up the pyre with knowing red eyes. When the direwolf was close enough that the flames would have licked his snout, he howled loudly. Edd and the men around him had to cover their ears from the noise. Yet unlike the cries he made the night before, this resembled more of a war cry than grief for his master.

Alliser Thorne was up on the parapet, watching detachedly.

"I told you, Lord Alliser." Melisandre appeared beside him. "You will not like what follows."

A scream erupted from the flames and the men stood back, eyes wide in fear and alarm.

Jon Snow rose from the blaze of the pyre, hair and eyes burning, skin blistered but unburnt, brandishing a flaming Valyrian steel sword.

The look on Alliser Thorne's face was one of disbelief and dread and Melisandre smiled.

"Fire cannot kill a dragon, Alliser Thorne." she told him and walked away.