"What's wrong?" I asked. "Don't you know these people?"

"I knew who they were," he answered, pointing his sword toward each as he identified them. "That looks like Eddard Stark, his wife Catelyn, and his boys, Robb and Rickon. Benjen Stark, brother of Eddard and former First Ranger of the Night's Watch. I don't know the others."

"This is my wife, Talisa," answered the bearded man identified as Robb, holding the hand of the maiden next to him. One of the direwolves had taken a seat on the ground beside them.

"I can introduce the rest," Eddard Stark volunteered. He pointed to a woman in a white dress. "This is my sister Lyanna and her husband Rhaegar Targaryen."

The white-haired woman turned suddenly toward the conversation. Something had clearly drawn her interest. She looked to the white-haired man standing beside Lyanna. "Brother?"

"Hello, Daenerys," Rhaegar said, finally letting me know her name. "Who's the child?"

"My son, Rhaego," Daenerys replied with a loving look toward the infant she cradled in her arms.

Eddard Stark took a step toward the Crow and was met by the point of the blade shifting in his direction.

"That isn't my father," the Crow snarled.

"You're right, Jon," Eddard replied. "I'm not you're father. I'm your uncle."

"What?" the Crow, now identified as Jon, demanded.

"You are the son of my sister, Lyanna," Eddard told him. "When she died, I knew Robert Baratheon would try kill any child she had by another man, especially when her husband was Rhaegar Targaryen, rightful ruler of the Seven Kingdoms. I raised you as my own in order to keep you safe. I hope you can forgive the deception and the pain it's doubtless caused you. It's long past time you knew the truth. You aren't my illegitimate son Jon Snow, you're Aegon Targaryen of royal blood and heir to the Iron Throne."

"This is impossible. They have blue eyes," the Crow said, his sword still pointed at Eddard Stark. "They're White Walkers, all of them."

"No," I denied. "They're the Revived. They have my Master's memories and experiences in addition to their own. It will help them better understand all that has happened and why, just as my Master did for me."

"I know this is a great deal to take in, Aegon," Lyanna commented to the grim faced man at my side. "Give it time, my son. All will be better."

"These are but the first," I explained. "All that have died by anything other than age can be brought back."

"There are some you might not want to bring back," the dwarf suggested quietly.

"What do you mean?" I asked while kneeling down to be closer to eye level.

"There are some, like my nephew for instance, who shouldn't be revived," he answered with more insistence. "He killed many and was a terror upon everyone in his domain. The world is well rid of him."

"If the people he killed are brought back, and the harm he did undone, then for what reason should he remain dead?" I questioned.

"To prevent him from causing more harm," he answered as if it should be obvious.

"Do not concern yourself with your nephew," I assured him. "As I previously said, the Revived have the knowledge of the Night King and his ideals for saving the world. Other than his appearance, your nephew may be quite unrecognizable when you meet him again. Many of the raised will be better than they've been before. It will take time, but we can raise them all."

"Not all of them," Aegon Targaryen, formerly Jon Snow, denied. "We burned their bodies so they couldn't be turned."

"You still know nothing, Jon Snow," said a feminine voice from the mist as a redheaded woman clad in the furs and hides of the north stepped out into view.

The Crow's eyes went wide when he saw her, and his sword lowered slightly as his resolve faltered.

"Stop doubting," I instructed. "Stop fearing. If this was a deception, what purpose would it serve? I have three dragons and enough warriors to kill everyone here several times over. If I wanted your lives, I would simply take them and not bother with trickery."

"He does have a point," the dwarf agreed.

"You need to understand," I said and laid a hand on his shoulder. Within moments of his eyes changing color, he sheathed his sword and faced me.

"I see now," he said. "Thank you."

The Crow, by whichever name he chose to use, ran to the woman and threw his arms around her, lifting her into the air as she laughed with joy

"So what becomes of your dead army?" the dwarf inquired.

"What dead?" I asked with a nod to my forces.

The dwarf looked closely and found flesh growing over the bones of the wights in a reverse appearance to melting ice, gradually increasing rather than diminishing. As for the warriors turned more recently, such as the tall blonde woman standing nearest to me, their wounds began to vanish.

"As I said, all will be restored," I reminded.

"If you bring back everyone, who shall lead?" Daenerys questioned.

"The Crow shall sit on the Iron Throne because he has shown leadership, courage, and an ability to look beyond borders and lines of divisions to unite the people of different lands," I replied. "Also, the people of the south seem concerned about bloodlines more than worth, and he's in the royal line ahead of you. However, you too shall rule, but not here. You must rebuild the legacy of your family by reestablishing Valyria, not only to what it once was, but to something greater than has ever been achieved since the dawning of the world. The return of the dragons is only the beginning."

"What of you?" asked the bald man behind the dwarf.

"I must raise the fallen," I answered. "It may take years, but when it is complete, I shall return home to my own lands north of the Wall. My master, the Night King, was given the task to save the world, and I inherited it from him. Much remains to be done, but it's completion is within reach. In spite of all challenges and obstacles, we will succeed and the world will be changed for the better."