Horeo watched in shock as slowly, small nymphs poured out of the cave's opening. He didn't feel like he was in the same realm anymore. He had trekked far for his age by traveling with Kinvara, but he'd never seen anything like this. It was impossible that delicate, faeries inhabited. They were the color of moss, covered in shimmering fabrics, flakes, leaves and vines. Like they sprouted from the earth. They crowded around each other, huddled together and watching Kinvara expectantly. They were weary of all humans still, even the witches and priestesses.

The Night King had been destroyed by The North and it's allies, yet still the children didn't live free and travel beyond the wall. Kinvara grinned as the shivering boy, shrouded in ragged furs watched her in wonder. 'She was strong enough to summon these creatures..' He rubbed his eyes as if he were dreaming. 'Just like it stories and myths.' She looked at the tiny statured creatures for a long moment before speaking.

"The Night King... The Children's creation, has finally been destroyed." Horeo looked up at her in wonder. 'T-They created the Others... No, no way.' "And yet, you do not flourish." She gestured widely with her arms at the bleak, white walls of snow around them. "Because Winter is still here." The Children gazed at her silently, and Horeo had to wonder if they could even understand her tongue. If they could, they didn't show it.

"Maybe because an even worse threat faces you and the realm, now." Her stare became harder. "Not only was the Night King destroyed, but the Three Eyed Raven, he sits on the throne." The Children began to murmur amongst themselves, being fully aware of who and what the Three Eyed Raven was. "He was supposed to be a foil, an answer who could finally rewrite history if need be to defeat the Night King and the Others, right?" Slowly, the nymphs nodded one by one. "Him manipulating events to ensure his reign, sacrificing millions for his greater good (ruling), and even placing his family in every part of our realm. His sister in the North, and bastard brother beyond the wall. He is a true ruler, he can warg over the narrow sea and play politics there."

The Children's muttering became louder. "May I provide a solution." She snapped, and the two mute followers who had traveled silently with the priestess and the boy came forward. They pulled the sheet that was covering Daenerys' perfectly preserved body up, revealing her to them. "The last Targaryen. The ashes of the last dragon! The Fire Born." She looked down on the magical creatures with a hard stare. "She tried to break the wheel, cleanse this world in Fire & Blood! And the bastard Jon Snow murdered her."

She gestured her arm gracefully towards Dany. "Make her your soldier to correct one final mistake. That thing cannot manipulate the realm for the foreseeable future, he was made to destroy the Night King. Not rule our realm. All Daenerys wanted was willful, loving subjects." She walked over to her chilled body and placed a hand on her shoulder. She turned to face the forest nymphs again. Horeo backed away slowly as Kinvara's hands began to glow. "Riñar! Mazverdagon īlva iã bantis dãria!" She clenched her hands into fists. "Children! Make her your Night Queen! Daenerys only wanted a kingdom, full of subjects. The whole world will become White Walkers! One Race, united under our queen! The dead will be her army! And The Children will claim back their land!"

Horeo looked up at Kinvara in horror as The Children Of The Forest began cheering. 'T-They're actually cheering? They tried to wipe us out with White Walkers, and then created something else that got the throne? And the answer is to make everyone an ice monster? How, she was basically my mom... How is she-' Kinvara's face darkened as she snapped her fingers again, the nameless men grabbing the boy, their faces blank. One man had a scar on his face and beady eyes and weather-worn skin, the other looked maybe 5 or 6 years older than Horeo. He looked around and tugged helplessly as they brought him before the Red Priestess.

She stared down at the boy she'd fostered for his short ten years of life, tears behind dark eyes. "K-Kinvara! What's happening?" He cried, tried to keep tears from streaming down his face. "Y-You don't mean it. You aren't turning the whole world into Others, are you? Kinvara..."

She remembered traveling through the desecrated remains of King's Landing over a decade ago. Kinvara looks the same as every other Red Priestess. Deceptively youthful looking and hauntingly beautiful. It is one of many perks of serving the Lord of Light. Many survivors of Daenerys' initial burning perish of hunger and sickness in the coming days and weeks.

The Lord Of Light had spoken to her. 'Find the soul so we can revive our true Queen.' It had taken a lot of time and trial and error to understand her God's clandestine words. He urged her to wander, let his influence guide her. So she did. She traipsed through Daenerys' handiwork, the gutted and burned ruins of King's Landing. She stopped when she heard the faintest cry, so pitiful and pathetic.

She rushed through rubble and the remnants of people towards the sound. Suddenly, she knew that was what she needed to be doing. She came to a dead, pregnant woman laying amongst blood and debris. The ash clouding the the area seemed to get her, her skin turning green and her eyes rolled into her head. Kinvara reached down and rolled the woman's bloated corpse, seeing the tiny, black haired baby shielded by her. Slowly, the priestess reached out and touched the baby's forehead. She ripped her hand back as though the infant were hot to the touch.

'He is this one...' He was the soul. 'You will know how to use him when the time comes, take him for now.'

She shut her eyes, blocking out the pointless feelings bubbling up in her throat. She was centuries old, there was no point to feelings. Especially for a lowborn bastard child with nothing to his name. But still, she pitied him. And she hated herself for not sending him far away from her. Kinvara believed in her Lord fully, she knew people would be hurt and stepped on to achieve their goals. And the Lord Of Light would prefer this plan to the most powerful warger in history on the Iron Throne, she knew that. Kinvara swallowed hard.

"For things to be changed, for things to be right..." She looked back on the still Targaryen behind her. "We have to make sacrifices. Let me show you, Children, who my allegiance is to. The Lord Of Light's allegiance is to." She sucked in a heavy breath and snapped, one of the men producing Drogon's ashes. The Children watched in silence as they were placed on a pyre, and soon after, Horeo.

The little boy began blubbering instantly when even he could see what she meant to do. "N-No! Kinvara no, please don't. Please don't burn me, please! I'll be good Kinvara, I'll be good! Please, I love you!" He shouted, snot dribbling out of his nose and starting to freeze. He wriggled furiously against the mens' grips but it was useless. He was only ten years old, and definitely malnourished. He was tied to a pike in less than a minute. His breaths tumbled out hard and heavy as he watched the Red Priestess. "Kinvara-"

"Blood of my blood!" She screamed, her hands held high. "Bōsa ondor kostas ōres, vãedar suvio perzo! Long may she reign!" Her voice boomed through the raging blizzard as the Children watched. "Take my blood! Take my sacrifice! Take this blood to revive Drogon The Dread for our queen!" She proclaimed, her hands still glowing. "Oh Lord Of Light! Bōsa ondor kostas ōres!" She repeated as Horeo sobbed, his extremities going numb in the seering cold.

"K-Kinvara, please... Please don't do this." The child begged, searching for anything in her eyes. She matched his dark eyes with her own, a cold emotion hidden in them. 'Forgive me...' She thought, wondering how many times she'd done this.

"Dracarys." She had barely uttered the word when the pike was lit ablaze by an unseen force. Horeo erupted into horrifying screams that made the priestess feel sick. Not the Children, though, they grew closer and watched the blaze in wonder. The older man who had followed them snickered as Horeo cried out in agony, his nerves getting seared off by the flames of a god. 'Why...' The child thought, begging for the end. Kinvara dropped her hands, her breaths shallow as the child burned like a cut of meat.

He went silent finally after three minutes. The smell of burnt flesh and hair permeated the area. Wordlessly, a girl looking nymph approached the body of Daenerys. In her hands, a jagged piece of Dragonglass. She stared at the mark on her skin where Jon had stabbed her. Wordlessly, she plunged the obsidian into the wound, Kinvara approached quickly, already forgetting the boy's burning corpse.

"Sigligon sigligon dãria zaldrīzoti." She chanted, her hands shaking over Daenerys' body. "Sigligon sigligon dãria zaldrīzoti!" She repeated more forcefully. The Children watched her expectantly. "Sigligon sigligon dãria zaldrīzoti! Sigligon sigligon dãria zald-" Daenerys gasped suddenly and a scream rattled out of her throat. The Children began to scream and cry out as the Dragonglass immediately began to transform the Targaryen princess into something else. Kinvara fell to her knees, utterly exhausted from calling on The Lord Of Light so much.

She watched as Daenerys continued to scream, her eyes changing from green to piercing blue. Blue veins spread throughout her naked body as the obsidian disappeared inside of her, red blood pooling at the entry point. Her screams echoed through the barren, snow covered lands as an other-wordly, blue hue began to take over the former queen. She looked at herself in wonder, certain that wherever she'd went had been death, and Jon had sent her there.

She tried to speak, to demand answers, but she found herself strangely tongue tied as the transformation continued. In a few moments, she realized what had been done. She'd not only been revived, but reborn as some sort of Valyrian White Walker. She retained her foreign beauty and looks but her skin was a pallid, pale blue now. Her hair was an icy white, her blue eyes seeing through the whipping blizzard perfectly. She stood and looked around at the First Children, the fire pit, and then the Red Priestess.

"..."

Daenerys reached down suddenly and grabbed the Red Witch by the hair, causing her to cry out shrilly. "Y-Your Grace, please-" Kinvara gasped as Daenerys lifted her and slammed her icy hand around her throat. She squeezed, mercilessly, her blue eyes burning through Kinvara like her dragon's Wight fire. "P-Please... Together, we can ressurect Drogon. You can have your kingdom-" She begged. She stood naked, the witch dangling easily in her grip. Daenerys thought about her dragon's hatching in the fire of that witch's pyre.

She released the Red Witch and stared at her expectantly. Kinvara stumbled, coughing as she rubbed her throat daintily. She stared at the revived Valyrian wearily, then back at Horeo's remains. "My queen, you can revive him. I have sacrificed the child's blood and soul. He won't just be your Wight, you will be his mother again." Daenerys took a stuttering step towards what she realized were Drogon's ashes. She didn't even spare a look at the Children Of The Forest as she approached her son's remains, slowly.

She stepped carefully and deliberately, the snow feeling wonderful on her bare feet.

She thought about how badly she wanted to ride him. She reached out to touch them but she found she didn't have to. Her innate resurrecting ability began to interact with whatever blood ritual Kinvara had performed. She didn't make a sound but her lips parted in surprise as the remains began to shake and tremble. A foul scent filled the air, worse than the smell of a burned body. It was the scent of death covering the reforming bones of her dragon.

Horeo's sacrifice returned a little less than 40% of the dragon's flesh and muscle, hanging off of black bones. Blue lights shined in sunken eyeholes on the beast's exposed skull. He stood as giant as he had been in life. He screeched, a sound Daenerys' hadn't heard in what felt like forever. Drogon shot a stream of freezing fire in the air as it cried, leaning down to nuzzle it's mother once more.

She shut her eyes, for the first time in her life feeling true contentment. Kinvara and the Children watched in silence.

"I've brought you back with reason, my queen." Kinvara assured, bowing. "I will bow to no raven on the throne." The look in her icy eyes gave her another chill, but Daenerys seemed to be open to her proposal. "You will have a kingdom and an army of the whole world! You will be The Great Uniter, The Breaker Of the Wheel!" She exclaimed passionately. "Our Queen In The Night." The stare in her eyes became proud. She could be Queen Mother, yet. She could understand the witch but her resurrection had left her unable to communicate.

Her link to Drogon was as strong as ever, maybe even stronger than in life. She remembered how the North almost fell against the previous Others, she would take the world on her will alone. She stood naked next to her reanimated dragon, looking around her in the blankets of white around her. She nodded, a movement so slight the priestess almost missed it. She smiled in relief, falling to her knees to in front of the dragon-rider.

One of the Children approached her cautiously, the Dragonglass extended. "Create your peers, my queen. Even your love." Daenerys looked down at the stone being offered to her, her mind clearly working. Nobody could resist a transformation like this, not even Jon Snow. She reached out and took the stone, and the forest nymph quickly retreated.

She stared at the stone in her frosty, blue hand. Slowly, she hand her fingers over it. Then, she clutched it tightly in her first.

Jon awoke suddenly with a strangled cry, Daenerys' face haunting his nightmares. He always saw her when he laid down, and she occupied his mind almost his every waking moment. Vaehna stood above him, seemingly watching him have nightmares. He exhaled, wiping a hand over his sweat covered face. She didn't say anything, just watched as he slowly regained control of his breathing. This hadn't been the first time he'd woken to this. He dreamt of Daenerys and his tumultuous life often. He never got a good night's sleep, not anymore.

He sighed, averting his eyes from the silvery streak in Vaehna's hair. Her time in the North hadn't lightened her olive skin any. She had been staying with Jon for weeks now and he was beginning to find her useful when he had nightmares. Turns out just being with someone could help. He sat up after awhile. "Can't sleep either..." He asked, his voice tired. She shook her head no, green eyes straining to see him in the dark.

"Visions..." She murmured distantly. Jon's brow furrowed.

"Dreams, child." He stood and approached the girl, glowering down at her. "Just spirited dreams." Vaehna smiled sadly.

"I know what I have, Griff." The patient smile slides off his face. It was time to be honest, and give the girl a chance to decide if she liked who he really was. If she liked Jon Snow. He frowned at her.

"I'm not Griff." He said suddenly, his eyes dark. Vaehna tugged the brown furs around her tightly, the silver streak in her hair not braided.

"Well, I figured as much." She sat down where Jon had been laying. "Who are you?" She looked at him.

"I'm... I'm Jon Snow, Vaehna. Not John Snow, the Jon Snow." He folded his arms, a haunted look on his face. "I told the world of the threat of the Others, I secured Daenerys and her dragons to fight in The Great War, and..." His fist clutched tightly, his nails leaving red crescents. "And I am the Queenslayer. I stabbed her after she burned King's Landing." He looked away from the girl, who couldn't have been older than 13 or 14. She was silent for a long moment.

"I knew that." She said after a while, catching his surprised stare.

"You wha-"

"I just knew. All the brooding, the self imposed exile. You're not a Wildling, and you're not at The Wall." Her expression became melancholy. "I knew it had to be something like that to send you all the way here." He pressed his mouth in a grim line, surprised at the girl's intuition.

"Well. I guess you were right." He grabbed some more furs and blankets and tossed them at her. "I understand if you want to leave, and I can get you through any weather. To the Wall. To the Wildlings..." She chased his stare, her eyes shining in the little light.

"I don't hate you for it, Jon." She chewed her lip, her fingers twiddling anxiously. "I-I don't know why, but I don't want to leave. N-Not..." She looked into his face. "Not yet." She finished. He tossed a look at the window to the blinding light of the snow. It was strange but she was beginning to feel a home, here. She'd never felt that before in her life. He thought about her habit for visions and fairly visible Targaryen lineage.

"Stay as long as ya want." He answered, rising and petting Storm. He opened the door and watched as the wolf bounded into the snowstorm. 'Lone wolf dies but the pack survives... I don't know if it counts for dragons, but we are related...' He dropped his stare before she noticed him studying her face. He turned his attention back to the hypnotic white of the snow. His dream tonight had been different. He felt the way he did right after his resurrection. Jon had never felt that way before or after. 'What's happened out there...' He thought. Ten years of peace, he knew this realm was long overdue for danger. 'I hope we're ready...' He thought to himself, Daenerys' face floating through the tendrils of his mind.