Jon

He hadn't known what to do when the breath rushed back into his body. He could barely remember the things he had seen before the black. Before the death. Was it death? Was he dead long enough for it to have been real? He remembered howling. He remembered the roar of the dragon as the fire engulfed every inch of his body he wanted to scream, the fire seem to flow through him like fire melting snow. Every inch of the fire that touched his skin the more it made sense. You know nothing Jon snow. the deep whisper within drove his eyes up and as he raised through the fire. many eyes watched him raise up. His feet carried him to release his great beast of dire-wolf.

*BOOM*

Above them. Jon's breath caught in his throat when he saw the great black shadow descending upon Castle Black, the sky turned from white to black, coming closer he could make out wings and he had to shield himself and Ghost from the sheer force of wind it created. The flapping of its wings was a terrible sight. The black scales and the muscle under them. The leather of its wings was ruby red and the ebony was speckled with rubies as well. It gleamed in the waning light of dusk. Bellowing out another roar as it steadied itself to land. The men in the yard scurried to either side trying to keep from getting crushed by the beast. The dragon's landing made a loud thud and shook all of Castle Black. Snow danced around them, it shielded it from view for a moment. Only a shadow of it could be seen.

The men were looking at him and the Dragon now. Fear and awe in their eyes, he never knew which one outweighed the other. He didn't care to know anymore. He was older now. Scars littered his body-disgusting things. They were all over his back his arms his stomach his chest. Reminding him. Reminding him why there was fear in their eyes. His hair had turned to cinders but his eyes had remained black as the night's watch. Maybe that was the only part of him they still had. The only part of him still familiar even to himself.

Red eyes. It regarded him for a moment then knelt it's head. Jon heard whispers from the men around him. Was it bowing to him? It stretched it's wings and lowered it's head more. He could hear the awe in the atmosphere around him. He scarcely noticed his own breath catch. with one hand outstretched he took a deep breath and moved forward waiting for the beast to accept his touch as trust. an age it seemed as black regarded red and for an instance time stopped as a connection formed deep within his heart... he felt.. He felt the dragon under his touch, images began to form in his mind, blackness then a tiny light began to form within a warmness. it entered his body as fire.. lots of fire rushed through him. then a young women with hair as white as snow... he marveled the goddess then looked in horror..flames surrounded her...then her eyes felt his prencene... violet eyes... eyes that touched his very soul.

He opened his eyes between the last images leaving his thoughts, he needed to think and fast, men were shouting "kill the dragon-spawn" and ke knew tempers wouldn't last long. Ghost started to to bare his teeth and growl, he knelt and told his ghost to meet him at Winterfall, a plan started to formulate in his mind, the dragon will help me now i'm sure of it he grumbled to himself. his head shot up to gaze up into the beasts red eyes.. eyes like Ghost he thought and in that moment felt like..like i've known him my whole life.

"Drogon"

A mother's call sounded off in the distant south... Ghost wined and Jon could feel his strain, "please boy" he whispered, "i'll be safe i promise, now go before we all die". Jon smacked the big direwolves rump and he took off, up and over the gate of castle black, men were approaching now, the dragon was getting agitated, or was that him.. they would soon find out. he knew this was his only chance, he took a handful of the dragons scales and jumped on the back of the massive beast.

The beasts roar was an almighty roar that must of been heard throughout all of Westeros. The massive legs pushed flesh against stone and leap into the air, Jon hung on on for dear life, he steady himself on the great beast, he was stark naked, but he cared not, it felt odd that the coldness wasn't there anymore. he wasn't sure when blackness consumed him.