Jon struggled through the masses of wights, he could see the Night King no more than 20 yards ahead of him, but there were too many of them in front of him, Longclaw felt heavy in his hands for the first time as he began to wonder if this was finally it, he slashed at the wight closest to him before a White Walker appeared behind him. Without even thinking he turned and feinted high before swinging his sword low and crashing it into the white walkers chest, the high pitched scream and the explosion of ice forced him to close his eyes for a minute, when he opened them he found most of the wights in front of him had disappeared. He summoned all his energy for one last burst and began to run towards the Night King, this would end now.

The rage of everything he lost powered his blows as his blade crashed against the ice of the Night King's sword. For Arya, For Sansa, For Dany, For Tormund, For Davos, For Sam the names fueling him with energy he long thought lost, his fierce little sister, his ladylike older sister, his determined aunt, his greatest ally, his loyalist companion, his truest friend, all of them lost to the monster he faced.

He thought of Lyanna Mormont, the she bear who proclaimed him king, of Dolorous Edd who faced it all with him from Hardhome to Last Hearth, he thought of Robb and Bran, little Rickon the brothers he lost, he thought of Ned his father in all but name and the pain of their losses infused his will.

The blade's came together yet again, neither giving an inch, close enough to look into each other's eyes, pale icy blue meeting dark purple almost black, Jon smashed his head against the Night Kings Skull surprising the fiend with his audacity, it caused a momentarily lapse, but it was all he needed he slammed his sword with all his might and forced it into the Night Kings chest, but nothing happened and as he tried to remove his blade he realised he had lost, he had failed, the coldness of the ice blade cutting into his skin no match for the coldness he felt in his heart, Jon never feared death and this time he welcomed it, he had nothing or no one to live for anyway.

"Nooooooooooooooooo", "no, no no" "that's not how it was supposed to happen" "he was supposed to bring the dawn, why, how, what went wrong".

The two figures sat looking on in horror as the world they knew ended, they had many names, many faces, many forms, but they were the same essence, call them the old gods, the new gods, the seven, the many faced or the drowned, the lord of light or the god's of Valyria and none of it mattered in the end they were the only gods and they would get their due.

"We messed up; it's as simple as that, brother"

"How"

"We allowed a dragon to be raised as a wolf"

"Then how do we fix it"

"Simple we allow him to be raised as a dragon"

"No brother, you're wrong, if he's raised as a dragon he fails also"

"Then what, we start again, where, at what point"

"Why at the beginning of course"

The two figures laugh as the turn towards each other.

Dorne 283 Ac

The screams were deafening and Arthur was terrified, the child shouldn't, couldn't be born now, it was too early, surely it was too early, the maester had said they had 2 moons to go, but no it was happening and there was nothing anyone could do to stop it. Gerold and Oswell waited patiently outside the tower but Arthur couldn't sit still like them, he paced the floor outside the room as if it was his own child being born.

Rhaegar had fallen and the usurper sat on his throne, a throne built on the blood of an innocent woman and her two infant children, what kind of monster stabs a little girl 50 times, Arthur couldn't fathom it, couldn't fathom the news he heard, how Robert had sat there laughing "I see no babes, only dragon spawn" what kind of a devil could say such a thing, little Aegon a babe in arms, sweet Rhaenys, they would pay, one day Arthur vowed, I will see them dead.

"Ser, the babe is born" the voice shook him out of the darkness of his thoughts.

"A boy Ser, a healthy boy, he and the mother are both well"

Arthur let the breath he'd been holding out in a large exhale, not a boy, a king, he thought as he entered the room. Lyanna looked tired but radiant, the babe in her arms small and quiet, he walked over to the bed and looked closely at the new king, tufts of dark hair starting to sprout on his head, but then the eyes opened and he could see Rhaegar in the boy completely, they were his a purple so dark it was almost black, Lyanna smiled up at him.

"I told him it'd be a boy, Arthur meet Jaeharys the third of his name"

2 moons later.

The tower burned in the background as the horses arrived, they'd been too late, someone had attacked the tower before they arrived and they were gone, he'd failed her, he hadn't been quick enough, damn you Robert, damn you for sending me to lift a damn siege when I should have been rescuing my sister. They waited until the fire burned out and searched the tower, finding exactly what he feared he'd find, there she was her body burned beyond recognition but he knew it was her, he could see the Wolf Pendant she always wore still around her neck

"Lya, I'm sorry" Ned cried out before falling to his knees.

Lys. 1 moon later.

He walked through the almost empty streets in a relaxed and carefree manner, it had worked, he was dead, they all were. He saw the house in the distance and quickened his steps, excitement buzzing in him as he finally made it to the door, the blond opened the door to him a smile on her face as she bid him enter, quickly he made his way up the stairs, past his brothers, one at the bottom the other outside the bedroom door, he smiled as he passed them and gave them a nod seeing their posture relax, opening the door he walked to the crib and looked at the baby inside.

"Hello, Jae" Ser Arthur said as the boy smiled at the sound of his voice.