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Chapter 1-11 have been revised as of 1-21-19
Chapters 12-20 have been revised as of 4-24-19
Chapters 21-30 have been revised as of 7-3-2019
Chapters 31-40 have been revised as of 9-2-2019
PLEASE READ BEFORE BEGINNING! To get an idea of what you're in for if you're a new reader, I had no plan when I began writing this. chapters 1-21 are very parallel with canon and the Battle of the Bastards is pretty much the same. This is my first fic and everything was done to get to 'scenes' rather than a story. Ex: Instead of Winterfell I wanted the Battle with the Dead somewhere else so I could simply do some things I wanted. Wight Hunt still happens because NK needs an ace and so that thing's aren't pretty one sided. I had no faith in myself to do anything truly original until I tried. I wrote without thought so there were many things (some where changed) that I regreted writing and had to stick with. I don't know how this got on a top 15 list on buzzfeed, I can name a dozen others that deserve the spot more but probably didn't get it because they are pretty explicit.
Prologue
Aemon
The cold winds at the Wall blew gently throughout the cracks in the stones and planks of Castle Black. Never before has the castle been as vacant as it was after Lord Commander Mormont led the rangers beyond the Wall. When the day came that the horn was blown signaling the return, there was much hope brought to the rangers. But it died when only two of the three hundred that left came back and brought the news of the Lord Commander's death. The mood had ever since been as cold as the ice of the Wall.
Maester Aemon sat in a chair next to the hearth of his chambers, visualizing the flames and the heat. He himself had never possessed the invulnerability to fire, yet he found an alluring comfort to it that only those with the blood of the Dragon could feel. Behind him, he heard the voice of one of his brothers of the Night's Watch.
'You sent for me Maester Aemon?'
'Grenn, yes come sit with me a moment.' Grenn obliged and sat in the chair opposite of the Maester's. 'I have need of someone whom I can trust to safely deliver a message for me to a place far from here.'
'And you want me to?' He asked with curiosity.
'Indeed, but if you feel that you wish not to, I will respect your decision.'
'Actually, if it really is far from here, I wouldn't mind going. Anything to get me out of the cold.' Grenn chuckled. 'Where is it I would be?'
Maester Aemon didn't respond immediately as if he himself had to take a moment to comprehend the answer. 'Essos.'
Night Dragon Breath
Grenn sat up, wide-eyed. 'Essos?'
'Meereen to be exact.'
'Who could you possibly know from there?'
'My niece, Daenerys. Word has reached me that she has become queen and rid the cities of slavery.'
Grenn was shocked, still trying to believe that the Maester wanted him to go to Essos. 'I don't mean any offense, but why? She probably doesn't even know you're alive, even who you are.'
'No, she probably doesn't. As far as she knows, she is the only one of her family left in the world. And after I pass, she will continue to think that even if she learns of me. I don't expect you to understand, but I sense great dangers ahead of her. As one of her only living blood, the least I can do is provide words of comfort to her.'
Grenn took a moment to gather his thoughts, he'd never been anywhere but the North. To go to another continent was overwhelming. 'Why me? Wouldn't Sam be a better choice? I mean, we don't exactly know each other that well. And he is your personal steward I would've thought you trusted him more. And I don't think Ser Alliser will want anyone leaving when we need to be preparing for Mance Rayder's army.'
'I will take care of Ser Alliser. And Sam has something more than his duty that requires him here.'
'Oh, right. He never stops talking about her.'
Maester Aemon smiled heartily with a laugh. 'We all fall in love at least once in our lives. So then, can I trust you to help me?'
There was a brief silence between the two men of the Night's watch. The only noise made was by the cracking of the fire. Grenn looked at the Maester, his hands shaking at the pressure of the task. 'I'll do it.'
Maester Aemon gave Grenn a small smile before standing up. 'Would you be so kind as to fetch a quill and parchment, and write down what I dictate. Though I must warn you, the words I say must stay between the two of us until they are delivered. Can I trust you with that as well?'
Grenn sat at a desk with parchment and quill ready to write. 'I swear on my life as a Ranger of the Night's Watch to never tell anyone.' He was an honorable lad to do so, a trait he most likely picked up from Jon Snow.
Maester Aemon began to speak his message and Grenn wrote his words as best he could. When he had finished, Grenn folded the parchment and sealed it with wax. He looked at Maester Aemon who was watching him, his eyes were blind yet Grenn could feel as if he was looking at his very soul. 'No one will know what's on here but you, me, and your niece.'
'I have arranged for a ship at Eastwatch that will take you to White Harbor when you arrive. From there you must book passage to Mereen. If you inform Lord Manderly that you are traveling for official business of the Night's Watch, he shall take care of finding a ship for you.'
'I'll leave tonight.' Grenn folded the letter and stamped it with a wax seal. 'I promise you I will get this to her.'
'I can't thank you enough for this Grenn. Now go on, you need time to prepare.'
With that said, Grenn left and Maester Aemon sat back down at the fire. He could feel himself getting weaker by the day. His time was coming to an end.
Though he was blind, he turned his head to the fire in the hearth of his room, imagining the flames dancing and keeping him warm and the secret underneath as well. He thought back to the last day he saw Brynden Rivers before he vanished beyond the Wall.
'Must you go?' Aemon asked. 'There are rumors spreading beyond the Wall about a danger even the Wildlings fear.'
'Which is why I must go.' Brynden told him. 'If a handful of rangers talk such things, their brothers think them to be madmen. But if the Lord Commander says the same things, then it is unquestionable. And… there's something else.'
'What is it?'
'My dreams have been more frequent. They linger like a sickness, telling me that the cure is beyond the Wall.'
'You mean the ones about the legends of the White Walkers?'
'Not the legends. I think my dreams are of the future.'
Dragon Night Fury
'What makes you say such a thing?'
'I've read every text about the Long Night I could, and none of them mention dragons fighting against the White Walkers. And I keep hearing the same words repeat over and over. The Promised shall bring the Dawn.'
That day had Aemon on edge about what was to come. If Daenerys really did have dragons, then the world needed them when the dead come.