Chapter 2 - The Young Messiah (II)

Chapter 2 - 2 - The Young Messiah (II)"Fear kills the mind." - Aenar Targaryen - God-Emperor of Planetos.

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Visenya Targaryen, the first queen of Westeros, looked around to see where she was at the moment. She found herself in what looked like a dark infinite space, below her was a bridge made of a material that resembled Dragon Glass, two different extremely bright colors intertwined inside the dark crystal, these colors branching out like tree roots to all sides.

With no option to walk sideways, she walked across the crystal bridge, every time she stepped onto the bridge, the black crystal around her feet lit up, following her footsteps as she walked across the bridge.

Visenya was calm, not many things could make her nervous or afraid, the Dark Sister was ready to be drawn from her scabbard at any moment, eager to drink the blood of her enemies at any moment.

The First Queen of Westeros didn't know how long she had been walking, but her journey had finally come to an end. The queen's lilac eyes fixed themselves almost instantly on the small figure at the end of the crystal bridge.

She could recognize the white gold hair, a very rare color, even when Valyria was still standing.

Reaching the boy's side, Visenya didn't speak to him and looked at what lay at the end of the bridge. It was an extremely beautiful place, under a dark background, lights of different colors intertwined with each other creating what looked like a circle of bright lights.

"It's the nexus of all time and space, a place where the mere concept of time is irrelevant. Here, even a blind man could see some scenes from the past, present and perhaps with luck, the future itself." Visenya heard the child speak in a calm voice, he sounded like a small adult, a taciturn look, with a slight sadness reflected on his face.

A look that reminded one of her brother/husband. Aegon always made the same expression when he had Dragon Dreams.

"What's your name, boy?" Visenya asked with a regal tone worthy of a queen long in power. A powerful queen who didn't take disrespect lightly. She even wanted to burn Oldtown with Vhagar to show her power.



The boy looked at her, causing the queen to notice the beautiful dark purple eyes looking back at her with a hint of curiosity reflected in his eyes.

"Due to less than pleasant circumstances, I am currently known as Jon Snow, Your Grace." He replied, causing Visenya to once again show an expression of surprise. The boy in front of her shouted his Valyrian descent from head to toe, but he was still called Jon Snow, a name she knew was given to bastards from the North.

"And your other name?" Visenya questioned the boy once more, the curiosity in her eyes could not be hidden. Everything from the beginning that appeared in this place seemed too incredible, she tried to remember the last memory she could recall, but she couldn't find out anything about it.

"Aenar Targaryen, rightful heir to the Iron Throne and currently living with a mere bastard in the North." If before the boy's words had surprised her, now she was completely incredulous.

"And why is the rightful heir to my noble house living as a bastard in the North?" She asked, her voice regal and full of fury hidden in her apparently calm gaze. Those lilac eyes stared at the boy, waiting for his answer; it seemed as if there was a flame burning in her eyes.

Looking at the elderly woman next to him, Jon couldn't help but smile, the woman believed his words without any hesitation, he could feel her fury, indignant at his situation, she was furious for someone she had never met. It moved him a little.

Holding her hand, Jon spoke in a soft tone. "The Targaryen Dynasty has fallen, there are only five members of House Targaryen left in the world. Some have been exiled to Essos and are currently being hunted like animals and starving in the streets. The other languishes in the north, serving for over a hundred years as Maester. One is trapped in her never-ending quest for revenge."

Visenya felt her brain go blank for a moment, she gritted her teeth and looked at the child holding her hand. Her voice was tinged with the purest fury and violence imaginable

"How is this possible and who dared touch my family?"

"Dragons are now extinct, most were killed in the Dance of the Dragons, a civil war between House Targaryen. Still, the Targaryen Dynasty survived for over 170 years without dragons, only destroyed by my grandfather who went mad and did every atrocity no king could commit." Jon explained calmly as his eyes stared into the Nexus of Time and Space, he already had an idea of who this old woman next to him was, and why she was in this place that only he could enter.

The Shadow Sister on the scabbard was a clear indication of her identity.

Visenya was silent for a moment, not knowing what she was thinking. Turning to the boy holding her hand, the rightful heir to the Iron Throne and House Targaryen, she spoke with a cold, indifferent tone.

"Boy, I'm going to teach you something you mustn't forget. A king bows to no one, does not care about the opinions of others or even respect the law, we are Targaryen and we bring fire and blood to our enemies, your grandfather was weak, that's why he died."



Jon couldn't help but cluck his tongue in admiration, the woman was truly strong as written in the books he had read.

Visenya Targaryen, Knight of Vhagar and Bearer of the Dark Sister, First Queen of Westeros and Mother of Maegor the Cruel.

"It may be true what you say, Your Grace, but it's been a long time since we've had dragons to force the other houses to their knees. Aegon V tried to make some reforms for the good of the people, but over the next month, numerous nobles blocked his reform plans. There were many talented kings like Aegon V, Maekar I, Daeron II, but without dragons what could House Targaryen do to fight the huge armies of the Great Noble Houses." Jon replied with a sad tone, what was sadder for a talented ruler without the power to make his reforms?

Visenya stroked the boy's white-gold hair and spoke in a softer tone. "My descendants were good at keeping the Dynasty going for so long without dragons."

There were no lies in her words, she really admired the achievements of her descendants, for without dragons, even Aegon would be helpless to conquer an entire continent.

"What have I come here for, boy?" Even though she didn't know what was going on, Visenya knew that something was very wrong, for she was talking to her descendant from hundreds of years in the future.

"You're dead, my subconscious knowing that I needed proper teachers for me to learn to rule, brought your dead consciousness from a different time-space to this place, the Nexus of Time and Space." Jon commented in a gentle tone, afraid of stressing out the former queen of Westeros.

But to Jon's surprise, the Queen was apparently very calm, showing no reaction of surprise at his words.

Visenya, on hearing that she was dead, wasn't surprised, she was talking to her descendant from the future, there was no way she could be alive, but although she didn't want to admit it, deep down she was sad to hear that she was dead, she wanted to see what her son's reign would be like.

"Is the Long Night coming again?" Visenya asked, pushing those feelings aside; at this moment, she had an even greater responsibility.

Jon wasn't surprised to hear Visenya's question, it was obvious that her husband had told her about the Song of Ice and Fire.

"Yes, along with it, an army of hundreds of thousands of undead who don't need to eat, rest or even feel pain, as well as being almost immortal, being killed by just three things."


Visenya's face turned grim, apart from the Long Night, his descendant had to deal with an army of undead, fight all that without dragons! Looking at his calm face, the queen couldn't help but admire her descendant.



Even her son Maegor, or Aenys' trash, are no match for this child with a name less than ten days old.

"You'll make a good king, Aenar." Visenya commented, ruffling his hair with a touch of tenderness in her eyes.

"Unfortunately, without dragons, your journey will be difficult, even with my teachings." She spoke with a helpless tone, it was completely unrealistic to fight an undead army without dragons.

"Who says I don't have a dragon?" For the third time, Jon's words surprised Visenya.

Visenya laughed and spoke in an amused tone. "I didn't know you were the Father of Dragons, forgive my ignorance, Your Grace."

"I'm a magnanimous prince, you're forgiven, My Queen." Jon joined in the banter and spoke with a smile.

"Now let's begin your training." Visenya spoke, unsheathing the Dark Sister.

Making Jon's face show obvious helplessness. He felt he was going to suffer a little.

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