A Dream of The Past

                                    

                                          
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Jon Sand
The bastard looked at the old man. Jon's eyes widened at the name he spoke; he'd read about Brynden Rivers, or Bloodraven, the House Targaryen's Bastard. Jon had read about the Valyrian Sword "Dark Sister". The book mentioned that the last owner known was Brynden Rivers, who had disappeared beyond the Wall.
Jon had read about the man, who had committed sorcery and was suspected of being the lover of Shiera Seastar, the most beautiful woman who had ever existed.
He had been sent to the Wall for crimes against the Crown.
"Ho-how are you alive?" The young prince asked, his mind repeating what the Great Bastard had called him, "Young Prince." Why is it that I'm not a Prince, or is it because of who my father is? Jon asked himself, since the commander of Sunspear always calls him Prince, and so does Uncle Doran from time to time.
But he wasn't a prince, as far as he knew. The old man smiled at the young man.
"I'm not the only old Targaryen that is still alive, and to answer your question, I brought you here," Brynden spoke with a calm and warm tone towards Jon.
"Why did you call me 'young prince'?" Jon asked with curiosity. He wondered how much Sarella would give to be here instead of him; his big sister was too curious for her own good.
At the question, the old man pressed his lips tightly, almost wanting to say something to him, as if hiding some big secret. Finally, after minutes of silence, Brynden looked at the young dragon again.
"That's not important right now, young prince," he said. Jon understood that he wouldn't get an answer from him.
"How did you bring me here? And why? " Jon inquired, perplexed; he still felt something; why was a Targaryen conversing with him?
"To ensure the survival of the future, Brynden spoke in a melancholy tone, recalling what had happened to his family in King's Landing, and how they had ended up starving in Braavos.
Before Jon could ask what he meant, everything went dark.
They had meant to engage the Valemen on the coast of Gulltown, but their fleet was smaller than the fleet the Valemen had managed to gather, and it would surely have meant the deaths of countless men. Visenya had decided to spare their men that, and so she had ordered Daemon to stand down, then she had flown on Vhagar's back above the ships of the Valemen, who had simply watched her with awe and fear, and then onto the Vale properly. She had seen mountain men throw down their weapons and pray. She had seen farmers cry out as her dragon had covered the sun. And then she landed in the Eyrie, where the guardsmen did not know what to do with her. Sharra Arryn had been out for a morning walk when she landed. The woman had dismissed her guards, and now they were sitting on chairs on the lawn.
The woman had confidence. Visenya would give her that. In an odd way, she reminded her of Rhaenys, with the way she held herself and the way she seemed. She had a shock of brown hair and green eyes that felt as though they were looking right into her soul. Lady Sharra spoke then. "I presume you have come to threaten me? I had thought you would engage your dragon in burning my fleet." There was no courtesy title at the end of that, Visenya let it drop, though it grated her.
"We had considered it, but then we decided against it. There was no point in burning the fleet and costing more men their lives when we could come and speak with you here and now and end this. " Visenya said.