Chapter 2 - The Young Messiah (II)

"Fear kills the mind." - Aenar Targaryen - God-Emperor of the Planets.

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

With no way to walk sideways, she walked across the crystal bridge, each time she stepped on 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 sheath at any moment, eager to drink the blood of her enemies at any moment.

The first queen Westeros had ever known didn't know how far she had come, but her journey had finally come to an end. The queen's lilac eyes fixed almost instantly on the small figure at the end of the crystal bridge.

She could make out the white golden hair, a very rare color even when Valyria was still standing.

When she reached the boy's side, Visenya didn't speak to him, but 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, creating what looked like a circle of bright lights.

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

A look that reminded her of her brother/husband. Aegon always wore the same expression when he had dragon dreams.

"What's your name, boy?" Visenya asked in a royal tone worthy of a queen long in power. A powerful queen who did not 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, making Visenya look surprised again. The boy before her screamed his Valyrian ancestry 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 asked the boy again, the curiosity in her eyes impossible to hide. Everything from the beginning that appeared in this place seemed too unbelievable, 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 in the North with a mere bastard." If the boy's words had surprised her before, she was now completely incredulous.

"And why is the rightful heir to my noble house living as a bastard in the North?" She asked, her voice royal and full of anger hidden in her seemingly 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 hesitation, he could feel her anger, outraged at his situation, she was angry 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. One has been exiled to Essos, where they are hunted like animals and starve in the streets. The other languishes in the North, serving as a Maester for over a hundred years. 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 filled with the purest anger and violence imaginable.

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

"Dragons are extinct now, most were killed in the Dance of the Dragons, a civil war between House Targaryen. Yet the Targaryen dynasty survived for over 170 years without dragons, only to be destroyed by my grandfather, who went mad and committed 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 who this old woman next to him was and why she was in this place only he could enter.

The Dark 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 in a cold, indifferent tone.

"Boy, I'm going to teach you something you must not forget. A king does not bow to anyone, does not care about the opinions of others, does not 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, just like the books he had read said.

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 had dragons to bring 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 vast 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 truly admired the achievements of her descendants, for without dragons, even Aegon would be helpless to conquer an entire continent.

"Why did I come here, 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 are dead, my subconscious knowing that I needed proper teachers to learn to rule, brought your dead consciousness from another time-space to this place, the Nexus of Time and Space." Jon commented in a soft tone, afraid to stress the former queen of Westeros.

But to Jon's surprise, the queen seemed very calm, showing no surprise at his words.

Visenya wasn't surprised to hear that she was dead, 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 inside 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 an army of hundreds of thousands of undead who don't need to eat, rest, or even feel pain, and who are almost immortal because they can be killed by only three things."

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

Even her son Maegor, or Aenys' trash, was no match for this child of less than ten days.

"You'll make a fine king, Aenar." Visenya commented, ruffling his hair with a hint 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 are forgiven, my queen." Jon joined in the banter and spoke with a smile.

"Now let us begin your training." Visenya spoke and unsheathed the Dark Sister.

 Jon's face showed obvious helplessness. He had the feeling that he was going to suffer a little.

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