Author Notes: After the finale of Game of Thrones, I was left with a bitter emptiness that made me feel like it should've ended differently.

Chapter 1: Azor Ahai

Winterfell

In the cold region of the North, war torn by the latest war of the Battle of the Bastards, an unusual sight appeared.

A woman with whitish-blond hair and purple eyes rode on the back of a creature not seen in the country of Westeros for centuries- a pitch black dragon with reddish winged membranes and crimson eyes. Accompanying the larger dragon was a slightly smaller one with green and bronze colored scales; and yellow-orange colored wings. These creatures with wings for forelimbs and massive statures. The woman commanding them sought out her right to rule these lands once more as her ancestors did- a Targaryen child.

Walking beneath her was a young man with black hair tied back with a thick mustache and beard. He wore dark clothing and a dark overcoat. He rode on a black horse and a large white dire wolf with crimson eyes walked beside him. The wolf, named Ghost, was one of the last of two of six direwolf pups found by the previous patriarch, Ned and one by one, the wolves fell due to unfortunate circumstances, leaving only he and another named Nymeria left alive.

The green dragon looked at the raven haired man with a look of familiarity, but seemed also deep in thought- surprising for an animalistic creature- about what had occurred prior- a tragedy involving his family at the hands of the true enemy.

The man was accompanied by a dark skinned man with a buzzcut hair style in black armor leading similarly dark armored men, a horde of tan skinned men wearing animal robes, a middle aged man with blondish hair, and a carriage where a dwarf man with curly blond hair, a bald man and a dark skinned woman with curly black hair rode in.

"Tyrion...Cersei will not listen to reason, no matter how redemptive you believe her to be. A trait, being her longly tormented sibling, is to know of her ability to use truth to lie for her own agenda, her short sighted pettiness, vanity...and her penchant for being destructive to anyone that isn't her. Not even her own children, or Ser Jaime are exempt from her ambitions. She's a lost cause.," the bald man

The dwarf remained silent. He knew of this, but he had hoped that in his renewed optimism towards people- that even Cersei could see the folly of potentially waiting for a seemingly invincible enemy to be taken out by her enemies in the North. However, he also knew that Cersei was that short-sighted as well. It was a conflicting issue that he pondered about in his mind, wavering between believing he's intelligent or that he was not as clever as he thought he was.

"Very cold here Varys. Indeed, if you still had your cock, they would be freezing.," the man said in an attempt at humor to divert the dire situation.

"Everyone insults the eunuch. Oh haha.," Varys muttered under his breath with subtle sarcasm. The two men had built a gradual, but odd friendship of sorts due to serving in the court of the Lannisters, a family that had started the War of the Five Kings for their own ambitions. Tyrion being a substitute Hand of the King then Master of Coin and now the Hand of Queen Daenerys.

"It won't matter. If her Majesty and his Lordship Stark do not succeed in this war. We may be added ranks to the undead. Then we won't feel anything...," said the woman with a sullen look on her face. She was the handmaiden of the whitish haired queen now riding ahead on her dragon.

"Missandei. You're indeed right...If it does happen...I think I'd like to be the Wight to bite off my sister's head.," Tyrion chuckled with an awkward laugh, but was met with looks of bewilderment from his companions.

"...You're right...We should be positive. The Night King has just a dragon, a guard of White Walker elites and the legion of almost every known dead person north of the Wall- we just have to get to him easy enough. And he'll have to go through us to get down to the South. Luckily, he might be killed by Jon's sister Arya through cunning knife maneuvering-.," Tyrion said before met with even odder looks from his company.

"...What?," Missandei said with shock.

"I was kidding...At least, I hope I'm kidding.," Tyrion replied with some terror of it actually coming true.

"It does sound contrived actions of fate. I predict other things that might happen, but I also find them very perplexing.," Varys said with subtle wit, but also dread that it might happen.

"Has that been made?," Varys asked Tyrion.

"Ever since her Ladyship became interested in Lord Jon, that has been already been in production in inevitable eventuality.," Tyrion explained.

Once the carriage stopped at the gates, Missandei left the carriage to enter the home of the leaders of the North- Winterfell, belonging to House Stark.

The woman left the carriage without a word.

"Time to meet my former wife...Hope she receives me well.," Tyrion said as he too left the carriage along with Varys.

The gates opened to greet the new arrivals.

The middle aged man was met with a dark haired girl with a no-nonsense look upon her face. She was guarded by two imposing northerners. She was the head of the Mormont family, one whom once protected the Seven Kingdoms in the previously impenetrable Wall through their previous leader, Jeor Mormont, the leader of the Night's Watch, a group of men who had guarded the Wall until the events of the latest battle with the dead.

"Lyanna...," the man said before being kicked in the shin by the girl.

"Jorah. Helping us against the Walkers isn't going to change what you are. A disgrace to the family. Better a disgrace that helps us then no help at all.,' said the girl in a blunt fashion.

"It's good to see that you're doing well your Ladyship.," he said apologetically.

He then noticed other men coming from the distance to enter the castle. One was a gaunt, young man with brownish hair with greenish eyes and the other was a blond, strong jawed man who looked like the shadow of some Adonis like hero. Both men had seemed to have lost something vital to their identity and had become humbled for it. One not immediately visible and the other a hand replaced by a golden copy.

"Theon...You...," said the man with dark tied hair as he initially looked to the first man with warm acceptance and the other more aggressively. This caused the group of men gathered with the dark skinned men and the tanned skinned men to draw out their weapons.

"Good to see you my Liege.," said the brown haired man as he wisely kept out of the discussion.

The dwarf turned to see the one handed man with a look of familiarity and longing. They were brothers of the Lannister name, no matter what had transpired.

"Jaime...The fact that you're here alone...means I'm wrong again...," Tyrion said in a downtrodden tone of voice, which Varys felt somewhat empathetic to his colleague's assumptions being proven wrong.

The woman on the dragon's back flew down as the dark haired man rode towards the one handed man. The two then got off of their horses to walk towards the man that had caused so much for their families. Jaime Lannister, the Kingslayer and Oathbreaker.

"Oh, Jon Snow...Should be Jon Stark now. Went up North to become a Crow. And here you are...a White Alpha of the Wolf pack with a Queen Dragon at your side., Daenerys, the Mother of Dragons, Breaker of Chains, the Unburnt, the Khaleesi of the Dothraki and Mother of Slave. And other such titles...All hail the Rulers of the Seven Kingdoms.," Jaime said with a quip before bowing down to the two people that were chillingly angry at his lack of reinforcement.

"Are you here to tell me that our efforts were for nothing? That we sacrificed our men for nothing? I put my faith in your family, in spite of everything you've done to us. Tyrion seems to be the only one from your pride of lions that hasn't caused us misery during these long years of being hunted to near extinction. Pride with a double meaning of a bunch of backstabbers that don't fully trust their own families and don't concern themselves of the "sheep". Your own fucking pride is more important than the survival of the human race is that it?," said the Stark with a calm tone, filled with cold anger. The comment about the lions and sheep is what got under Jaime's skin.

"I'm joining your side to fight for humanity's sake. How's that? I don't plan on surviving this war. Cersei made sure that I don't have anywhere else to go, but here...and I won't be amongst the living, I know that much.," said the blond man as a group of important individuals came to the gate to meet Jon.

It was a red haired young woman in dark regal robes with a cold stare, a dark haired girl who dressed like a professional assassin and a wheelchair-bound young man with blackish-brown hair. They were accompanied by a tall, blond woman wearing armor and a red haired barbarian in gray wooly clothing. The red haired woman, the dark haired girl and the crippled boy were known to Jon very well, they were his siblings, separated by the circumstances of tragedy brought upon his family.

The tall woman and the one armed man looked longingly, not in terms of romance, but as kindred knights having built a bond over their time together. However, the man felt guilty for what he had done over the years to truly reciprocate into something more. So he said nothing.

"Tormund.," Jon said as he calmed his anger to greet his old friend, a Free Folk from the North of the Wall, having traveled south to escape the dangers of the White Walkers.

"Ay, Jon. Good to see you.," said the red haired man as he hugged Jon tightly.

After this, he turned to the others, the dark haired girl rushing to hug him.

"Good to see you, Arya. Sansa and Bran...The two of you have grown up since I last saw you.," Jon said with a brotherly respect.

"And you have become a great man worthy of Eddard, Jon.," said the crippled boy in a sagacious tone that Jon found odd.

"Bran?," Jon asked with a confused look on his face.

"I am him, but I am also the Three-Eyed Raven. It does not matter now...Now is the time to focus on the True Enemy.," Bran said with a foreboding tone of voice.

The blond man looked at the crippled boy with a sense of dread and guilt, sensing that this previously naive boy was now something wiser and greater. And that he now felt that due to what he did to him, he would accept the fate that would be dealt upon him for his actions.

"Oh yes...He pushed me out of the window to hide the fact that he and Cersei were being intimate in spite of the latter being married to Robert. They've been that close for years.," said the boy with subtle smirk on his otherwise stoic face.

Jaime solemnly closed his eyes as he gulped with dread as the other Starks looked angrily at him. Tyrion had his suspicions, but was as shocked. Varys was not at all surprised. The tall, blonde was very surprised at this news. As Jon began to unsheathe his sword to execute Jaime who looked resolved for his demise, Bran waved his hand to stop.

"Do not kill him just yet. He has a purpose for this war. It will result in his demise, not one you believe he deserves at the moment. But, for now, he'll live to fulfill his purpose.," Bran said as he turnt around and headed back to the back in his wheelchair.

"He's one of the men who almost destroyed our family. And he crippled you-," Sansa the red haired said coldly.

"And I am the Three Eyed Raven due to his actions, he should have some credit for that. And thus, I know this is not where he fall now. The good does not wash out the bad nor the bad the good. He will die for us for the sake of humanity. That is his punishment for the Crippled Lion.," said the boy as he continued away.

"What makes you so sure? What's happened to you Bran?," Jon asked his brother, confused by this request.

"Everything happens at once to me now. And I've seen his end. There's no need to waste blood before the war. His story already has a predetermined ending that ends not cathartically nor happily- bittersweet.," Bran replied as he went back to the castle.

"So I do die after all...Would be annoying for me to live to be scot free from my sins...Especially what I've done to my family, others and even my King-," said Jaime said whimsically before the white haired woman.

"You've done no wrong by killing my father, unlike the rest of your deeds. He was an evil man and you stopped him from doing more evil to the people. Unfortunately the bad isn't washed away by your good actions as of late. You will die no question about that. That much I can agree with the Stark boy.,"Daenerys said calmly and coldly.

"Glad to know that I die for a worthy cause instead for love for my...lost cause of a sister, Cersei who always brings out the worst in me.," Jaime said with a witty tone of voice that hid his acceptance of his fate.

"I would support you Jaime..., but you are a fool- one that has ruined the Realm. In both judgment and love... I am grateful for what you've done for me..., but I can't repay the favor...not after hearing this...," Tyrion said reluctantly as he walked away with Varys. It was a huge blow to their kinship, it was now a ticking clock to when Jaime would die.

The tall woman walked to Jaime with a look that was mixed with sullen anger, disappointment and misery.

"Is it true?," the woman said trying to repress her emotions.

"Brianne...Don't mourn for me...My fate was sealed the moment I did that to Bran. Nothing can redeem me now...,I've always been a bad man...and there are no men like men...only me-" Jaime said sullenly and dejectedly.

She then punched Jaime to the ground, causing him to cough up blood.

Brianne looked down at him before heading back into the castle with the others. Jaime was then dragged by two Northerners to his next location, a cell. Tyrion was about to voice against it, but knew that his big brother had it coming.

Sansa hugged Theon deeply, but then looked coldly at Daenerys with a look of spite and to a lesser extent, Jon. She was not the only one to have misgivings. The other northern lords saw Jon being around the foreign army of the dark skinned men- the Unsullied and the tanned skinned men- the Dothraki to be very concerning.

A Short While Later- Great Hall

In the great hall where all the Lords and Ladies gathered, Jon sat with Daenerys at his side. The two had become lovers as of recently, which annoyed Sansa greatly. In addition to Tyrion, Varys, Theon, Arya and Bran; were a man with a bushy beard with a pudgy young man and another man wearing similar clothes to Jon.

"I know that you're upset with Jon bringing a woman that was the daughter of the man who started this whole mess decades ago and a foreign army. But, we can't be squabbling like hens when death is at our doorstep. We need to put aside our differences or we end up joining their ranks.," said the man in a wise and humble tone of voice.

"Ser Davos Seaworth...Stannis' dog...We wanted a King of the North, we've had enough of Southerners ruining our lives. And now more foreigners? I think Sansa should be Queen at this point.," Lord Robert Glover, a balding man with a sour disposition.

"He is right. I do plan on heading back to the Wall. The Three Eyed Raven is not meant to meddle in the affairs of men. For men hearing their fates often go to mad lengths to avoid them, ruining the realm over the escape of death. Only in these times like these that I am needed. Times right now for the Long Night.," Bran answered in agreement to Sansa's shock.

"He's a Stark-," Sansa tried to explain before Bran interjected.

"And so is my elder sister, Sansa. Arya won't do it because it's not her nature to do so. And Jon is meant for greater things than this...like this war. Politics do not matter in the face of this threat. Many of you in this room are doomed to die. I've seen it. It's better to die fighting for life that needs to continue than talking about how life will continue.," Bran spoke before wheeling about the room. Sansa looked at Bran very worryingly as he seemed to scan her as well. He seemed to be scout who exactly was going to die, but his ambiguity made it more menacing.

"I'm going to kill as many with the pointy end and possibly go West of Westeros to see what's beyond this place. You got Jon and Sansa. Two Starks are better than none at all. And I have a death list to complete after we get the Walkers.," Arya said as she got up and left the room.

"By the Old Gods...the young Lord and young Lady have changed so much.," said a portly man with wavy white hair and beard named Wyman Manderly in surprise.

"Enough of this, I got the Free Folk together because we needed to band together against the enemy. We need Lady Daenerys' forces to fight against the enemy. We did need the Lannisters, but they're so focused on what we got now- discussing who's right to lead for our interests- instead of what's important for life -Living. Doesn't matter who leads if we're all the Night King's Wights. We're going to take a stand against him with our numbers because that's the only option we got.," Jon said to the Northern Lords as a conclusion to the arguments.

This speech quieted the Northern Lords, who grumbled out of the room, reluctantly accepting the help.

As Jon, Daenerys, Sansa and their close friends remained in the room.

"Jon. I know you're thinking about the right thing, but it's about appeasing the lords. And being around her-," Sansa attempted to advise until Daenerys spoke finally.

"He's right. I will help you. They took Viserion. I have more than enough reason not to turn on you.," the pale skinned woman said to Sansa.

"You have entire nations back in your country. Leave ours alone and go back them. Your dragons are too costly and dangerous to feed and-.," Sansa replied.

"And you somehow win through miracles agaisnt the dead through being honorable to them? Need I remind you that my ancestors shaped the Seven Kingdoms to how they are now through dragons and through restraining them for the sake of your niceties led to their degeneration. The fall of the kingdoms was due to the rightful rulers not being on the throne and being contained. And the chaos that ensued for these past nearly 20 years-," Daenerys answered rationally.

"Because the "rightful ruler" of your family was a monster obsessed with fire. Our family doesn't have flaws-," Sansa replied.

"...Don't make me say it.," Jon interjected as he tightened his fist.

"What?," Sansa asked in surprise.

"I love Rob..., but love is the death of duty and it. I was a member of the Night's Watch to know how hard it is to do duty over love- it hurts, but led to my duty to unite all the people against our enemy. Rob died- not because the Freys and Boltons are evil men, but he chose to choose love over his obligations and it got Mother and himself killed because he didn't do his duty. And that led to the Boltons taking over and doing those things to you and the North. He did what he wanted...and it got him killed. And it's unfair what happened to Father, but he wasn't willing to make compromises to his old until the very end- which got him killed. Mother chose to free Jaime and that led to how the Northerners feeling that she undermine Rob- that led to their deaths. It's about doing what needs to be done- this needs to be done- even if it makes you hated by everyone around you and you'd rather do something else that you find more convenient for your honor. This isn't something I want to do, I have to do it.," Jon spoke to Sansa, feeling pain in what he says.

"I thought you finally avenged our family. But, I feel like you're less of my brother ever since you came back from the death you told me about.," Sansa said coldly as she left the room.

The pudgy man, Sam Tarly looked at Daenerys with reluctance and some anger, but was non-vocally talked out of it by his friend, Dolorous Edd. Both were Jon's friends from the Night's Watch. Unfortunately, the death of the Tarly leadership made Sam less happy to serve the Dragon Queen in spite of his family's infamous stubbornness.

"It's for the sake of Life for Men...The sake of Life for Men...," Sam muttered repeatedly as he left the room. Jon felt a distrust for Daenerys from Sam.

Only Ser Davos remained in the room alongside Tyrion, Varys, and Jorah who had remained silent.

"It's the hardest thing a man can do- objectively look at their family and see them for the flawed people they are. Stannis was one of these men- more flawed then your family, but he did have his good traits and the bad. True leaders have to balance them out instead of going to extremes for the sake of survival for the populace as a whole. Regardless of whatever people say of you, you've done the right thing.," he said as he then left the room.

"What say you three?," Daenerys asked the remaining trio.

"Whatever you desire.," Jorah said with a bow.

"I've already got the saddles built for their current size frame. A little bit of rush job, but it's functional.," Tyrion explained.

"Two dragon riders are more advantageous than one I suppose.," Varys added to Jon's confusion.

"Come Jon. I feel like Rhaegal is...fascinated with you. You need to learn to fly.," Daenerys said to Jon confidently.

Courtyard

Arya was practicing swordsmanship while Theon was practicing with a spear.

A man with a hideous burnt facial scar on his right temple wearing armor walked into the courtyard. This made Theon a little nervous.

"So you're alive? You've got a fierce stare of a vengeful cunt you know that?," said the man with a sour expression on his face.

"Good to see you again Hound.," Arya said. The man was Sandor Clegane, a man that she had complex feelings of hate and hesitant fatherly affections for.

"Your brother is going to kill the Night King fucker. No need to steal his glory. You're better off protecting the lesser folk cunts. They can't fight so they need someone protecting their asses.," Sandor said harshly.

"I can't die. You either. You got the Mountain to kill.," Arya replied.

"And you got the Queen cunt on your list. We're two unsung heroes cunts that won't amount to anything.," Sandor explained.

"I wouldn't be too sure.," said a mysterious voice coming from a nondescript looking man who placed his hand on face to reveal a handsome redhead with a white strip of hair on his left. This man was Jaqen H'ghar- a Faceless Man- or rather one of many anonymous men who likely assumed this identity as a trademark.

"I'm Arya Stark. Not No One. What're you doing here?," asked Arya

"A man is meeting Azor Ahai.," said the Faceless Man to Sandor.

"What the fuck are you on about?," asked Sandor.

Next Chapter: Cersei in King's Landing gets a truly nasty surprise.