Jon Snow

Jon was sleeping soundly in his chambers when he was suddenly jolted from his slumber by the sounds of someone urgently pounding on the door. He then heard a deep hard voice of his oversized ginger Free Folk friend hollering, "King Crow, ya needs to wake up!"

Jon's eyes snapped open. "Aye, I'm awake!" He yelled angrily in response as he rolled out of his his bed, walked to the door and pulled it opened.

"Jon! Come on, we need to leave NOW!" Tormund exclaimed as soon as the door opened. When he noticed that Jon was not following, he ran back into the room, grabbed the smaller man by his tunic, looked him in the eyes and said, "Jon, I know what happened is a tragedy but we have to move on... We need to leave now!"

Jon could see the commotion happening in the hall behind his friend. The few remaining members of the Northern, Targaryen, and Free Folk forces were all running quickly while trying to don their armor and secure their sword belts. He exhaled, turned around, walked back to his bed and retrieved Longclaw. He walked back towards Tormund and shoved his precious Valyrian Steel sword into the other man's chest and furiously stated, "I'm done fighting for this godsdamn war, Tormund! You cannot even begin to comprehend what have I have lost!" He exhaled and then added in a barely audible mutter, "I have nothing left to fight for."

Tormund could see the mixture of emotions on Jon's face; he saw fear and anger and sorrow. He placed a hand on his friend's shoulder looked him in the eyes and said, "Look, Snow, I know what you have lost... Your beloved wife and siblings all perished in the hands of those undead cunts... I can understand that you want to give up, but we need you... We need you to keep fighting for the living!"

Jon was feeling tears coming down his face. He could no longer control his emotions and snapped, "Tormund, I lost Rhaegar... My son is DEAD and I was not even there to protect him! When he needed me most I was defending the walls of Winterfell... I was not there when wights broke into my chambers and killed Ghost while he was protecting Rhaegar... after Ghost died those fuckers proceeded to kill my son... They stabbed him over thousand of times! All three Dragons are gone. The love of my life... my wife... my Dany, she was killed in front of me, by the hands of the Night King! My sisters were killed! They were turned into wights and I was the one that had to kill them again and burn their bodies." He paused briefly to use the back of his hand to wife the tears from his face and continued, "My brother, Bran, is always speaking to that red witch, Melisandra... What purpose in life do I have left all my loved ones are gone. There is no hope for me or for anyone in this Gods forsaking world. The dead are on their way to Pentos. What hope do we have left Tormund? What else to we have left to fight for? I am tired of fighting."

Tormund was heartbroken for the man he considered to be one of his best friends. He could see Jon had lost all hope and felt no purpose to continue fighting. He also wanted to cry as he had watched the man in front of him have everything and everyone he held dear to his heart be ripped away piece by piece. However, before he could find some words to encourage his friend that he needed to continue the fight another voice broke the silence.

"You can't give up now, Jon Snow. There is still one last plan we can use. One that can use that will change all of the shit we have endured. One that we can to to change it into our favor."

Jon looked to where to voice came from and was surprised to see Tyrion. He had not seen the dwarf since the death of his Queen.

"Do you have a plan?" Jon asked as he wiped the remaining tears from his face.

Tyrion smiled. This surprised Jon because Tyrion, hasn't smiled since Daenerys had announced she was pregnant. "I do actually," Tyrion said as his smirk began to stretch across his face.

With a false smile on his lips Jon sarcastically asked, "Alright. What's you're amazing plan, Lord Tyrion?"

The smile fell from Tyrion's face as he felt his anger rising. "I'm in no mood for your sarcasm, Jon. I know what you have lost... we all lost them! Remember my Queen, Brother and wife also died! They were also my loved ones!" He practically yelled at the King.

Jon looked at Tyrion. He felt sad for what Tyrion also has been going through in this war. He sigh and said, "I'm sorry Tyrion. I'm just... I'm sorry. Tyrion please forgive me for my actions."

Tyrion exhaled gave a nod and a forced slight smile before he said, "It is fine, your Grace. Follow me we do not have a lot of time before the dead will arrive."

Jon nodded and began to follow behind Tyrion and Tormund. But before they exited his chambers Jon called, "Wait! Tyrion before we go, will you please tell me what this plan is?"

Jon looked at Tyrion who kept on smiling. Jon only became even more curious when Tyrion smile got even bigger as he said, "All will be explained after you have followed me and Tormund."

After hearing what Tyrion has said Jon was even more and more curious. So with a raised eyebrow he relented, "Fine, Tyrion. Show me the way."

Jon looked over at Tormund as they began to leave his room and he noticed the ginger was also smiling as he still held Longclaw in his arms.

As they quickly made their way though the halls, they could see more soldiers of the living running past them. "How long until the dead arrive here in Pentos?" Jon asked.

Tormund turned his face towards Jon as they walked and huffed out, "They are already inside the city, Crow... They are killing all of our fucking men like we are nothing."

Jon knew the dead were close towards the city but never thought they were this close. "Fuck!" He said as he rubbed a hand over his face.

Tyrion turned his gaze around and said to Jon in a reassuring voice, "Don't worry, your Grace. You just need to keep following me and the focus on the plan."

Jon was getting frustrated and angry. "Focus on the plan? How can I focus on your plan when my people are being slaughtered! How can I focus on your plan if I don't even know what it is!?"

Tyrion chuckled sarcastically, "I always forget how stubborn you are, Jon Snow."

After Tyrion said these words they stopped walking. There were in front of a large wooden double door that had two unsullied soldiers standing guard. Once Tyrion nodded at them, they turned around and opened the doors.

When they stepped inside the room the doors quickly closed and Tormund bolted them shut. Jon looked around the room and was surprised to see Bran and Melisandre we there and seemed to been in the middled of a deep discussion around a pool of water. When he got closer to the fountain he noticed that it was not normal water in the pool, but some sort of steamy green liquid. Jon suspected the witch was behind this. When the two noticed their arrival, their conversation halted and they both turned to look towards Jon.

"Aegon Targaryen, please come forth." The Three-Eyed Raven called to his brother, with a hint of emotion in his normally monotoned voice, "We need to start this plan now. The Night king knows of this plan and is on his way here to stop us."

Jon was getting more angry and confused. "Bran!" The King exclaimed, "What is this plan you all keep speaking of? I won't do anything until you have told me what this plan is!"

Tyrion looked at Bran who nodded to Tyrion. After the approval was granted the Imp calmly spoke, "This plan is a way to give us a second chance, your Grace."

Jon was even more confused. "A Second chance? What do you mean Lord Tyrion?"

"Jon this is a chance to save everyone. A chance to save all those you have loved and lost... It is a chance to start over," Tyrion said excitedly.

Bran looked at Jon and said, "A chance to save Daenerys."

Jon was even more confused and felt all the sad and mixed emotions after hearing his beloved dead wife's name. "How?" He breathed out. He felt his anger taking over. He was furious at himself for failing to keep her safe and he practically yelled as he continued, "How can I save her? She is dead, Bran! She was killed by the fucking Night King!"

Jon looked at Melisandre when she began to speak, "Our plan is to send you back in time, to a just before the king is on his way to Winterfell, to ask Ned Stark to become Hand of the King after the death of Jon Arryn."

Tyrion started talking and Jon turned around to hear what he has to say. When he was silent the Dwarf walked over and placed his hand on his lower back and said, "Jon, don't you see, this will give you a chance to save everyone. To save Daenerys, Robb, Eddard, Rickon, Sansa, Arya and Jaime."

While Jon was still brooding, Melisandre spoke, "When you return to the past, you have to remember only you will know what has happened in the future. Only you can change the future and save the living from the dead."

Jon's eyes finally snapped up to look at his brother. He walked to where his brother was sitting, looked in his eyes and asked softly, "Bran, are you sure this will work?"

"Yes, Aegon, it will work." He brother replied as he tried to force a slight smile. "You can prevent all of this from ever happening. You can save Daenerys. You can prevent her from being sold by her brother, Viserys and get justice for the way he treated her. You can prevent her from being raped by Drogo. You and Daenerys, together, can take back the Iron Throne for House Targaryen and unite the seven kingdoms. You can prevent this fate from ever happening."

Jon nodded in agreement. All he could think about was how he wanted nothing more than to see both Drogo and Viserys dead by his hands for the pain they had caused Daenerys. He vowed to himself that he would end their lives.

Melisandre walked towards Jon with a knife in her hand, and stated, "Take off your shirt, my King." Jon complied and removed his shirt.

After he removed his shirt he turned to look at Tyrion and surprised to see him just standing there observing, "Tyrion, why aren't you taking your shirt off? Aren't you also doing this with me?"

Tyrion looked at Jon with sadness in his eyes, but before the Imp could answer Bran spoke, "Only you can journey into the past, Jon."

Jon was surprised and confused by Bran's words, "Why can't Tyrion come along on this crazy plan the two of you have come up with?" Jon asked as he looked between Melisandre and his brother, unsure which one of them would answer his question.

"Because, my King, you are the Prince who was Promised. Only you can change the future and bring the White Walkers to their true end." Melisandre answered with a smile.

Jon hated the prophecy but did not say anything only nodded. Melisandre then took his hand and cut his flesh of his palm open with the sharp knife; blood was flowing freely from the wound she inflicted. Melisandre took his wounded hand and gathered the flowing blood in a copper bowl.

"Enter the pool, my king, and lay down so we can start the process."

Jon nodded and entered the hot green water. He felt so many emotion running through him. He looked at Bran and gave him a hesitant smile.

"Aegon, remember you need to find Daenerys. Only the two of you can bring justice towards the white walkers… Only together can you bring the dawn," said Bran. Jon nodded in agreement. Then he added, "Do you want to know where she will be?"

"Aye, do you know where I can find her when I am returned in the past?"

Bran quickly warged, looking into the past. After Bran has finished his visions he then looked at Jon and said, "When you wake-up, you will be in Winterfell. It will be five days before the execution of the Night's Watch deserter and the day we found the direwolf pups. Immediately after finding the pups you must leave for White Harbor and set sail for Pentos. When you arrive in Pentos look for a man called Illyrio. Daenerys and Viserys are staying as his guests under his protection."

Jon smiled at his brother, and said "Thank you, Bran."

After Jon and Bran completed and Jon laid down in the hazy hot green liquid, Melisandre began chanting words in another language that he could not understand… he guessed it was high Valyrian.

She threw the bowl of Jon's blood into the green hot water with him. Just before he closed his eyes, he heard Tyrion call, "Save them, Jon Snow. Save us all." And Tormund saying "Give those fuckers a fight, King Crow."

He closed his eyes ... and opened them after he heard a strange noise… It sounded like a dragon roaring.

As soon as he opened his eyes he was no longer in the hot green water… he was in a bed, in a room. However, it was not just any bed or any room… he was in his childhood chambers in Winterfell. He looked into his bowl of water what was next to him on his table. He looked his reflection… he was younger. He was in his ten years and eight now. He could hear familiar voices outside his chamber door. He ran towards the door and flung it to find Arya and Robb having a conversation just outside of his door.

When they saw him, they both smiled.

"Good morning, brother! I see you're finally awake." Robb said with his beaming smile.

Jon was speechless. Robb and Arya were breathing and smiling just in front of his eyes. He then knew Bran and Melisandre's plan had worked. They had given him a second chance to change everything…