PART I — Jon Snow's Final Night in Winterfell
The sun had long fallen behind the walls of Winterfell, leaving only the dying orange glow of torches flickering along the ramparts.
Jon Snow sat alone on a bench near the armory—Ghost curled at his feet, head resting on Jon's boot.
Jon stroked the wolf absentmindedly.
Tomorrow he would leave for the Wall.
Tomorrow, he would stop being simply "Jon Snow the Bastard"
and start being "Jon Snow of the Night's Watch."
But tonight…
Tonight he wasn't alone.
Ghost's ears twitched, eyes narrowing toward the forest.
Jon whispered, "He's here… isn't he?"
Ghost didn't bark or growl.
Instead he stood, tail low, and walked toward the tree line with slow, deliberate steps.
And Jon followed.
The Clearing
It was the same clearing where Arya had been saved—the same place the rumors whispered about.
Jon stepped into the moonlit snow.
The shadows thickened.
And then—
He emerged.
Leo Pendragon.
More solid and real than in Jon's dreams, metal arm reflecting the moonlight like living silver.
"You remembered the way."
Jon swallowed.
"I… Ghost led me."
Leo knelt, scratching the direwolf behind the ear.
Ghost leaned into the metal hand, purring like a giant white cat.
"Good wolf," Leo murmured.
Then his eyes lifted to Jon.
"You leave tomorrow."
Jon nodded, suddenly feeling small beneath those unreadable eyes.
"Do you understand why?"
Jon hesitated.
"…Because the Night's Watch needs men?"
Leo chuckled—low, dangerous, not unkind.
"No. You're going because the Wall needs you."
Jon stiffened.
"What does that mean?"
"You'll learn," Leo said. "Piece by piece. Night by night. And I'll be with you in your dreams… guiding your training."
Jon's breath hitched.
"That was real? The dreams?"
Leo nodded.
"You're stronger than any boy your age should be. Faster. Smarter. You're becoming what you're meant to be."
Jon looked down, embarrassed.
"I don't know what I'm meant to be…"
Leo stepped forward until he stood before him.
"Then I'll tell you."
Jon looked up.
"You're meant to save this world."
Jon froze.
Ghost nudged his leg, as if agreeing.
Leo placed a hand on Jon's shoulder.
"Not today. Not tomorrow. But one day… the dead will walk. And only the living who stand at the Wall will hold them back. Remember this."
Jon swallowed hard.
"And you'll help me?"
Leo nodded once.
"As long as there is breath in me."
Jon's throat tightened.
"…Thank you. For everything."
Leo smirked.
"Don't thank me yet. Your real training begins tonight."
PART II — Essos: Daenerys' First Conquest
Far across the Narrow Sea, under a harsh red sun, another destiny was unfolding.
Daenerys Targaryen stood at the head of a liberated line of slaves—once property of a minor slaver prince, now free because Leo Pendragon had guided her.
Victories start small.
But even a spark can burn a continent.
She turned as Leo approached her from behind, cloak flicking in the wind.
"You did well today," he said.
Daenerys wiped sweat from her brow.
"I didn't do it alone."
"No," Leo admitted. "But you made the choice to act. That's more than many 'kings' ever do."
Daenerys smiled faintly.
"Are you going to leave again? To return to Westeros?"
Leo's expression softened in a way he hid from most people.
"Yes. I have a boy to prepare… and an army to build."
Her eyes dimmed for a moment—but only a moment.
"When will you be back?"
"When the dragons are ready to hatch."
Daenerys inhaled sharply.
"You said there would be risks."
"There will be," Leo replied. "The dragons are power, but they are also hunger. They must be bonded before they become monsters."
Daenerys stepped closer.
"You trust me with them?"
"I trust you more than anyone in either world."
She didn't look away.
"You said your name was Pendragon. Does that mean you—"
"—have ridden dragons before?" Leo finished.
He smiled darkly.
"Yes."
"But only once."
Daenerys shivered—not from fear, but from awe.
"Teach me," she whispered.
"I will," he promised.
"When I return."
He stepped back, preparing the teleport stone behind him.
Her voice stopped him.
"Leo…"
He looked over his shoulder.
She wasn't smiling.
She wasn't blushing.
She wasn't trembling.
She was simply looking at him as if he were the only certainty in a world that had taken everything else from her.
"Come back," she said.
He gave a rare, honest smile.
"I always do."
The stone glowed. Light consumed him.
And as Daenerys looked down at the three dragon eggs at her feet…
the first one warmed in her palm.
PART III — Ice Meets Fire (Unseen)
That same night, as Jon Snow slept in his room for the last time…
and Daenerys placed her hand on a warm egg beneath the Essos moon…
Both dreamed.
Both saw the same man—
Leo Pendragon.
And the same prophecy whispered:
"Ice and fire are not meant to fight.
They are meant to rise."