The landscape was flawless in its appearance, wind blowing softly and trees dancing to their song. Jon dragged his latest kill behind him creating a trail of snow he'd have to go back and cover up later. He had managed to nab himself a pretty good sizeable deer buck for the wolves and dragons to share and some rabbits and mice for Hūra and Arghurys, as he thought it would be best they got their own individual meal.

It's been 3 months since he had left Winterfell and his children were growing at an incredibly fast rate. With Tumrin and surprisingly Ladon being the biggest at the size of a full grown miniature horse with a wingspan ranging to 10 to 15 feet, and the rest of the dragons were of the same size but a little smaller. Hūra was about the size of a year old lion cub and Arghurys was a foot and a half long and his girth was about the size of 2 fingers.

He frowned as he thought of Arghurys. He had to get to a body of water soon for he fears that his child would get to be too big and noticeable on land. He was growing at an incredibly fast rate, as were the rest of them.

Jon got to the cabin he had called his home for quite some time and dropped the carcasses of the ground.

He reached out his mind and sent them images of his catch. He had been practicing his mental abilities and his efforts were proving quite fruitful. He had only gotten to reaching his mind out and connecting it to his children.

He hadn't tried to warg as of yet but he felt the opportunity would come soon enough.

The tapping of several feet and growls broke Jon from his thoughts and he smiled as Tumrin, Ladon, Ghost, Nymeria, and Lady bounded out the door. The others followed at a steady pace but no less Eager.

The wolves had also gotten bigger, their heads now going above his hip.

He gave the Rabbit and mice to Hūra and Arghurys respectively before letting the others at the deer carcass. As his children ate their food he thought of what had happened to his uncle. He had tried to warn him via letter but he had brushed it off thinking he would be able to sway the king to take the Lannister's off the throne.

Unfortunately he didn't account for Cersei Lannister's schemes.

Now there was a Lannister on the throne and it had Jon's blood boiling.

Jon was startled out of his thoughts as a sudden weight dropped itself on his lap. Jon looked down in surprise at the sight of Syndror on his lap. He could feel the minds of the rest of his children brushing up against his in concern as they gathered around him.

And Jon? He was overcome with such fondness and such protectiveness that it scared him.

He looked at the bloody red star crossing the world and smiled

He knew he had to protect this. Protect what was his.

And that meant he had to prepare.

Daenerys

Daenerys looked at her children with eyes filled with love and perhaps a little more.

Something….much more sinister.

Drogon was napping with his siblings in a sort of dogpile, or dragon pile, with him on the bottom, Rhaegal in the middle, and Viserion on top. She had been trying to get them to listen to her for a month now by trying to connect her mind with theirs as the Targaryen's of old had done with their dragons but had no such luck. It had gotten to the point where she was trying to force it, but their mind barriers wouldn't budge.

So, she figured this moment would be a good of a time as any to try again. She reached out her mind in tendrils and moved forward.

She ran her fingertips on her child's small body only for him to jerk away with a small screech, tumbling from his place on top of the pile.

Drogon and Rhaegal were startled awake by their brothers distress and went to him in worry.

Daenerys frowned heavily and stood up to examine him but he continued to back away from her. Drogon even stood in front of them protectively, growling at her in malice.

Another failure.

Daenerys gritted her teeth in frustration. She glared at them before leaving the room.

How was she going to use her children to help her take back the iron throne if they refused to listen to her?

Drogon,Rhaegal, and Viserion

Drogon finally relaxed from his tensed position and immediately went to inspect his brother.

"What happened Lēkia?" Rhaegal cooed at his brother.

Viserion has always been the smallest and more sensitive of the three. Always the one to want to cuddle and play around with his big brothers and to try to win the affection of his mother.

But...she changed after the month they were born. Gone was the sweet mother they had come to know, replaced with this cruel and clinical creature who only saw them as a means to power.

It had devastated Viserion.

Viserion shuddered and sought comfort from his brother, curling his body underneath him and he cried out in their shared mindlink.

"She tried to do it again!" He sobbed, hiding his head under his wings.

"Do what?" Drogon asked alarmed.

"She tried to invade my mind again." He said quietly.

Drogon snarled in rage covering both his little brothers with both his wings as best he could, as if he could protect them from all the dangers in the world.

"We can't stand much more of this." Rhaegal said quietly as he soothed Viserion who trembled underneath him.

"We could run away." Viserion said quietly, tilting his long neck to the side to give Rhaegal more room to nuzzle and lick at.

"But where would we go? We can even fly Viserion!" Drogon said in regret.

"But we can go somewhere Drogon. You've felt him haven't you?" Rhaegal said calmly, looking at Drogon firmly.

Drogon slumped slightly, defeated. Of course he's felt him. How could he not? He practically radiated power. Like a calm ocean before the storm.

"What would you suggest Gīda mēre?" Drogon asked cuddling on the other side of Viserion.

Rhaegal visibly hesitated before standing firm in his quite frankly, ridiculous plan he had in mind.

"This...could take YEARS. Are you ready for that?" Rhaegal asked his siblings.

They both nodded determined and listened to what he had to say.

Daenerys Targaryen would never know how much she fucked up until much, much later.

Jon

Jon stared at Ghosts' red eyes as he stretched his mind out, having it form like a hand as he brushed against his mind barriers. Ghost also inspected his mind probe and when he saw that he wasn't going to force his way in he opened his mind to him.

Jon grinned in excitement as he felt his conscious Leave his body. He looked down at his paws from Ghosts eyes and turned around before he retreated.

Jon came back to himself and grinned.

Success.

He lent on lady behind him as he looked up at the sky to see his children flying. They have gotten into the habit of flying a lot more ever since they had started to develop their flying muscles.

He also looked across from him to see Jehikagrī and Morghon laying curled up to each other with Arghurys laid on top of them. Hūra was by his side napping. Jon sighed as he looked to the horizon in the direction of castle black. That dark foreboding calling. Icy desperation mixed with rage and the chilling curiosity that was the second pull.

Jon didn't know who or what was calling him, all he knew was that he had to get to the first one and fast. Jon smiler as he saw Arghurys climbing on top of his brother and sister. Jon sighed in bliss and looked to the night sky shines with bright stars and a full moon shining brightly with the promise of great fortune.

2 months later

Jon smiles as he watched his children play in the sky. Jon had been training them to strengthen their flight muscles and get into the motions of fighting in general. If he wanted to survive in the north then he had to make sure that his children were ready. Arghurys, Jon had found out, was venomous while also squeezing his prey to death until they were a puddle of glue. His preferred method of killing however was sheer muscle power but that didn't mean he wouldn't use everything in his Arsenal.

He had also gotten bigger.

MUCH bigger.

All his children had gotten had gotten bigger, but Arghurys had the most noticeable growth as he was a snake and couldn't fly. He is now a giant size of 33 ft and his girth was about a foot.

Hūra had grown in his flight feathers a long time ago. So Jon drilled him on running laps around the forest and flying maneuvers. His moon was about to his ribs now.

Jehikagrī and Morghon were huge as well. They were the size of a horse now and were his ground killers. They took great pleasure in silent killing. Jon chuckled at the memory of them terrorizing a poor deer.

Turmin, Zimonas, And Sȳndror were the size of two horses standing on top of each other while Landon and Naryghon were a bit smaller than that.

He didn't know if it was normal for his children to be growing at such a rapid rate(it wasn't) but he had a feeling that it had something to do with them living in the north. The north's very air was thick with magic and would be noticeable to anyone who had the brains to notice.

Jon sighed as he thought about his own progress. He has successfully warged and merged apart of his mind to all his children. Including the wolves.

Jon grinned as Turmin landed in front of him and purred. Yes, the dragons were finally big enough to ride. Not long distances no, but to where he wanted to go it was perfect. He had decided he would only take 2 of his children as to reduce the risk of one of them getting seriously injured, or God forbid dying.

After careful consideration he had decided to take Turmin and Ladon with him as they were his fiercest fighters. Jon rubbed a hand along his long warm neck and climbed up his back.

He extended his mind to the others with the order to stay out of sight and take care of each other.

Ladon landed with a heavy thud next to him and Jon rubbed and scratched his scales.

"Sōvegon Turmin." Jon urged.

With a mighty screeching roar Turmin took off with a running start and rose in the air. Ladon roared as he rose in the sky and circled above them.

Jon let out a cry of joy as they disappeared into the sunset and into the unknown.

Drogon, Rhaegal, Viserion

Drogon licked at the scraps and scratches on his hind leg from where the chain was digging into him when his...mother had put on the show of giving him to that slave master.

His mother had gotten her army though, which is what she wanted.

Drogon limped slightly as he settled outside the tent they were staying at to lay down. Two bodies brushed up against either side of his body. Drogon blew out a puff of air and relaxed further when he felt his brothers with him.

"Are you ok brother?" Came Viserion's Tentative question.

Drogon nuzzled him and nodded, "I will be fine brother mine. It's just light scratches." He said to him.

Rhaegal seethed quietly, claws digging into the dirt.

"We are no tools for war! Even though she preached to that human about no dragon being a Slave she should practice her own teachings." Rhaegal snapped in rage.

"It's fine. It will all be alright, when we get bigger she won't have much say in what we do anyway." Drogon said in order to calm his brother.

Rhaegal sighs bitterly and lays on top of his brother. 2 years just 2 more years and they would be done with her.

Jon sighed in relief as he reclined against the cave wall he and his dragons set up camp at.

They had been flying for hours before Jon had finally decided to have Turmin descend down from the clouds to try and find somewhere to camp. There he spotted a hidden cave in the side of a mountain pretty out of sight. He got his boys to land and sent them to rest in the cave, which they were all to happy to follow the order. He got to work on setting up a barrier around their camp as he doubted they would get so lucky with another hideout.

A few sacrificed deer and some paste from the Weirwood trees all alone the cave in a large circle a few miles wide and they were set. Jon dragged his cold, aching body back to the cave and sat down with a thud. He tiredly closed his eyes and drifted. As his mind wandered he faintly sensed ...several other minds in the space.

There are the minds he recognizes as his children, so bright and full of life and also identified 3 other similar minds. Albeit a bit hardened but young and bright all the same.

Then… came the other two.

2 minds large and ancient combating with each other. One a smooth chill and the other a frosty coldness.

He brushed over the first one and was rewarded with a curious probing. Jon opened his mind up a little and in doing so connected with the other mind.

In the next moment he was in a vast white landscape with a snowy mountain in the distance and trees covering the land in small forest.

He looked around in awe and started to walk forward before stopping short and looking to the sky in shock as he heard a screech.

Coming out of the side of the mountain was a...behemoth sized dragon as white as snow.

He watched as it descended in front of him with a thud and extended its neck out to inspect Jon. Jon slowly lifted a hand up and let it brush over his hand. He stared into his electric blue eyes and blinked. The dragon blinked back and purred. Jon smiles a little before it quickly turns into a grimace of pain.

He backed away and gripped his head in pain as twin assaults of mind probes hit his barriers. Jon screamed and his vision whitened. The last thing he heard was the dragons screech of anger.