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Prologue

357 AC

King Daeron Targaryen woke suddenly from his slumber. He gazed around the room and couldn't find the cause for his abrupt awakening. He had been feeling it for weeks; he knew his old body was failing him. He was just thankful that his children were in Kingslanding and he would get a chance to tell them bye. Not many kings get to die of old age with the Kingdom at peace, the coffers full, and a populace that loved the royal family. Many kings die young at sword point or by poison, or just plain bad luck. He remembered the three kings before him, back before he was Daeron Targaryen and was just Jon Snow. Remembering those time are always painful, it opens up wounds that never heal. Thinking about the man who raised him and lied to him all those years ago, or the man who was a brother that can never be replaced, always brings tears to his eyes.

A soft noise brought Jon out of the past and into the now. He searched out the noise and saw a small shadow close to the balcony. He knew it wasn't his children the shadow was too small, so he called out.

"Who's there?"

A soft childlike voice answered him. "Daeron Targaryen, the Gods would like to talk to you."

Jon recognized the voice but he hadn't heard it in so long he thought he might be dreaming. "Leaf….. Is that you?"

Green skin slowly made its way into the light. "It is good to see you too, Jon." Gesturing she bade him get out of bed. "Please Jon you must come with me, the Gods really are insistent they talk to you."

With a groan Jon made it to his feet. "Really, can't they wait until I am dead, it won't be long?"

Leaf just looked at him and replied. "It doesn't work like that Jon. The thing they are offering can only be offered to the living." She helped him steady himself as he made his way to the door.

Jon opened the door and as he was exiting the room asked. "What is the offer?"

Leaf shook her head and didn't reply.

"Come now leaf, we're old friends surely you can tell me?"

"I really can't Jon. I wish I could but it is not for me to say." Leaf replied as she led him into the godswood he had constructed fifty years ago. It was nothing to look at yet but one day it would be the envy of all that follow the old gods.

Jon slowly made his ways to his knees in front of the Heart Tree and his hands shook as placed the upon the tree. As soon as he touched it his mind was transported to an Ancient looking palace made up of Weirwood trees. He saw ancient looking beings and seven that looked quite young. He was so entranced by these beings he almost jumped out of his trance when a loud boom said.

"Daeron Targaryen. We the gods old and new would like to offer you an opportunity, but first tell us. What do you regret most?"

Jon bowed his head and thought about it. "I regret not being able to save more during the long night. Seven of every ten died in the north, in the south four out of ten. Thinking of ways I might have saved more has kept me up many of nights."

One of the younger beings stepped forward he was dressed in all black and his hair was black even his eyes were black. He had a silky voice that calmed as he spoke. "What if you could go back and try and save as many as you can, would you do It.?

Jon hesitated before replying. "I want to say yes, but I can't lie and say I would succeed."

Another of the younger beings stepped forward, he had golden hair and was tan like he spent hours outside swing the massive sword at his waist. With a happy tone he said. "Come now Daeron, you really need to stop being so humble. Would you go back and save our people from the ugly fate that awaits them? Would sacrifice the great strides you have made now so that you could possibly make them even better?

Jon was lost in his thoughts. Why are they asking this? Is this a test? Would I really give up all the time with my wife and children to do it all over again...yes I would do it? I would give up everything if it means I can change the past to make a better future.

"Yes, I would go back if I could."

Smiling another of the younger beings stepped forward. She had long brown hair framing her face, whilst not the most beautiful she gave off an aura of Serenity and peace. She spoke with a low soft voice. "Then that is what you shall do. We the new and old gods will send your consciousness back into a younger version of yourself." She stood in front of his kneeling form and caressed his face. "We do not expect you to do this alone, so we have chosen six others. One for each of the new gods, you were a candidate for most of us, but the warrior made the best case for you to be his champion."

Jon shook his head starting to feel apprehension. "How could I represent any of you, I follow the old gods?"

The woman smiled and her voice once again calmed him." We do not begrudge your devotion to our parents. In fact it is reassuring that people still hold them in high regard." She stepped back as another stepped forward.

This man had huge arms and wore an apron commonly seen amongst blacksmiths; he had red hair and a huge wild beard. "The great other greatly reduced our connection to this plane so the Septons greatly misinterpreted our meaning by burning the weirwoods and trying to get rid of the old faith." He shook his head sadly. "Once you go back we will not be able to communicate to this plane until you have destroyed our great foe."

Another woman stepped forward she had an angelic beauty to her; the only person more beautiful in Jon's opinion was his wife Daenerys. With a smooth melodic voice she said. "Once we bring out our champions we will allow you time to plan, but know this it will not be an easy task. The Great Other is a powerful and wily foe; he will not go down easily, so never become complacent."

"It's time!" The booming voice that he had heard before announced.

Jon stood and shouted. "Wait. Why did I have to do this whilst I was alive?"

The man in black said. "One of you needed to be amongst the living for our spell to work."

Jon nodded. "I'm ready."

The booming voice once again rang out. "Bring out your champions.

The one in black stepped forward. "I the Stranger choose, Tormund Giantsbane, he like me will be considered an outcast by the people of Westeros." The Stranger walked back to his brothers and sisters and added over his shoulder. "Also you will need a respected member of the Free Folk to help you achieve your goals."

Tormund appeared out of nothingness. It took him a minute to get his bearings, and then he spotted Jon. "King Crow, that you? How am I here? Where is here? I'm supposed to be dead.

Jon stepped forward and grabbed a man he considered a good friend before he was brought down by the Night King himself. "Tormund it's good to see you my friend, I'll answer your questions once we're all here."

Tormund nodded and the woman who gave off an aura of peace stepped forward. "I am the Mother, and for my champion I choose Daenerys Targaryen, for she embodies my love of the people and she is protective like a mother dragon. Also I couldn't let you do this without your other half." The Mother stepped back, as Daenerys appeared.

Dany looked around and then spotted Jon and Tormund. "Jon is that you? Where are Aemon and Lyanna? What is this place?" Jon rushed to her and lifted her into his arms and crushed his mouth to hers.

"Dany, oh how I have missed you. I never thought I would hold you in my arms, you can't leave me like that again." He kissed her again and would have continued but a cough pulled him out of his elation. He looked around and saw the smiles on the god's faces, and the smirk on Tormund's. "Excuse my forwardness, but I have been dreaming of this day for ten years." He turned back toward Daenerys. "I will explain all in a moment love, but let's wait for everyone else." Daenerys glared at him but shrugged as another god stepped forward.

The woman who had the angelic beauty stepped forward and in almost a singing voice said. "I am the Maiden and for my Champion I select Sansa Stark, for even whilst enduring unimaginable horror at the hands of two monsters, she kept a pure heart." While the maiden made her way back to her siblings Sansa appeared.

She looked around and spotted Jon and Daenerys still locked into an embrace and rushed forward to both of them. "Oh Dany it is wonderful to see you? I missed you so much." She pointed at Jon. "I thought this one would follow you for he stayed at your monument in the Crypt for nearly a week straight. Barely eating, barely drinking, the only reason he left is because Aemon and Lyanna reminded him he had other reason's to live." She stepped back from the couple and took in her surroundings.

"Umm could someone explain what is going on?"

Before Jon could answer Dany beat him to it. "Jon said he would explain once everyone was here. Though he never said who everyone was, or why god's are choosing champions."

Jon sheepishly smiled. "I am not the one running this show, so please be patient it will be explained in time."

The man that looked like a blacksmith stepped forward. "I am the Smith and for my champion I choose Jaime Lannister. I know of no-one else who embodies all I stand for. I take broken things and make them whole again, and that is what Jaime Lannister did with himself." The Smith returned to his family as Jaime Lannister appeared.

He looked around and saw Jon and Daenerys; he made his way over and kneeled. "Your Graces. I know not where I am or how I came to be here but how may I serve."

Jon was happy, he may have hated Jaime once long ago, but the man proved himself in the Long Night and afterwards. He was a great Lord Commander of the kingsguard, and a very able General in the one war, The Seven Kingdoms had after the Long Night, the war where Volantis, Lys, and Myr thought Westeros ripe for the taking. Jon was saddened when Jaime passed away last year.

Dany gestured for him to rise. "Apparently Ser Jaime the gods have a task for us as we have been chosen as champions."

Jaime shrugged as another god made their way forward. She was old her face adorned with wrinkles, and her hair silver, but her eyes held wisdom and experience. "I am the Crone and for my champion I choose Tyrion Lannister. He embodies my ideals in that his wisdom will help guide you on the best path forward." She slowly made her way back as Tyrion appeared.

"Jaime! My queen! Jon! My lovely wife! The Red Beard, umm I seem to have forgotten your name. Well I will remember it once I have some wine and figure out where we are and how I'm not dead."

Sansa rolled her eyes at her husband's word and walked forward to embrace him. "Well Tyrion you will not believe me when I tell you where we are because you don't believe in them. But you are a smart man you'll figure it out."

Tyrion scoffed. "Not with the gods again Sansa, until I have proof they will stay made up."

Daenerys smiled as the Crone shouted. "Made up am I."

Tyrion whirled around the face the voice. "Umm who are you?"

The Crone sneered. "This is the one I picked. I knew I should have chosen the Tarly boy."

Jon stepped forward as Tyrion replied. "Well Samwell is a very intelligent man, but he lacks something I have." Jon pinched his nose as Tyrion finished. "I have a very good taste in wine, whilst he drinks that nasty northern ale."

"Tyrion stop, be a good boy and all will be explained soon." Sansa said rather forcefully. Tyrion ducked his head and stood next to his wife silently.

Another god walked forward, he was a large being and had a commanding presence, it wasn't intimidating, but felt right and just. "I am the Father and for my champion I choose Eddard Stark, for he is a just man and has the will to protect family from all danger." The father turned away as Ned appeared.

"Father!" Jon and Sansa shouted as they ran to a confused Lord Stark.

He took both of their appearances in, he looked at Sansa's red hair and blue eyes. "Sansa…?" He looked at Jon and saw himself only older. "Jon..?"

"Yes father it's us all will be explained shortly." Sansa said as she continued hugging a father long dead. "Oh I missed you so much, and mother, but you're here now." She moved slightly so Jon could get his hug in. They stayed in their embrace for a while until a soft cough drew their attention away.

The warrior stepped forward. "I am the warrior and I of course choose Daeron Targaryen also known as Jon snow as my champion, because it was he who slew the great other and saved humanity from a horrible fate."

Ned turned sharply at the mention of Jon's Targaryen name. "Jon I should have been the one to tell you. I can only blame my cowardice for not telling you. At first it was fear of Robert and then it was the fear you wouldn't call me father anymore." Ned bowed his head. "I'm Sorry?"

Jon just hugged Ned harder. "You will always be my father. But we can discuss this later." Jon turned to the rest of the Champions. "The gods have a mission for us. They are sending us back to the past so we can prevent most of the unnecessary death before and during the Long Night."

The booming voice called out. "Bring them to me, it is time to begin."