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  Thrid Person POV

  Essos, 296 AC.

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  Jon looked at the fmes for a while, as they tinued burning, with Kinvara and Benerro with his assistant beside him and their guards behind.

  "This is the great fme, the closest point to the great R'hllor in this world," Kinvara spoke with admiration to her own shadow.

  "..." Jon remained silent, his gaze falling towards the fire.

  "Azor Ahai..." Benerro began to speak beside him.

  "Yes...?" Jon replied, uo do anything about this itle given to him.

  "R'hllor has given me instrus that you must approach the fmes. There is something there that may lead you to your destiny. Azor Ahai needs his sword to fight against the dead!" He spoke in a cautious tone, after all, what he was saying was absurd, but it was what his god had shown him in the vision.

  "You 't be serious!?" One of Jon's royal guards gred at the man furiously, threatening to draw his sword.

  "The high priest lost his sight t this message to Azor Ahai, do not fet that!" Kinvara spoke, defending her panion from Azor Ahai's men.

  Jon remained silent, making no ent about the madness of throwing himself into the fmes, which were scorg even from a hundred meters away. "I already have my swords..." Jon ented.

  "But it is Azor Ahai's destiny to possess a sword like Lightbringer..." Kinvara insisted. "After all, it is the sword to drive away the dead," she added.

  "I won't pierce the heart of any of my wives." Jon mocked the legend.

  "..." Kinvara didn't reply, simply staring at Jon, and Benerro seemed lost, as Azor Ahai was resisting.

  Jon just looked ahead as he analyzed the fmes, his eyes starting to focus ihem, seeing only pure light.

  [I need you to enter here... Chosen one...]

  Jon raised an eyebrow at the distorted, a voice he heard, ing from within the fmes.

  "Isn't this a trick?" Jon asked arrogantly, while the others looked at him curiously, unaware of the voice. Benerro even held his breath, thinking Jon was talking to him.

  Jon ignored him, tinuing to look at the fmes.

  [I do not intend harm, you are my hope for this world's survival, but you need my sword...] The voice spoke again. It was in a strange nguage, but Jon could respond in Valyrian and uood everything it pronounced.

  "..." Jon sidered whether he should truly approach the fmes, but ended up taking his first steps toward them.

  "My king?!" The guards were startled.

  "It's alright... I will do this. But I'm wearing some clothes Seryna made... it would be a waste to burn them..." Jon gnced down and began removing his clothes right there.

  "I'll ehe fmes, so I'll do it like a bath." Jon simply said as he started undressing, with everyog as the king removed the st pied began walking pletely naked.

  Everyoched as he approached the fmes that had burned for thousands of years, closer than anyone had ever managed before.

  The royal guards were somewhat nervous as Jon began toug the fmes from a distance, but Jon didn't seem affected at all, not even his body hair burned as he stood fag the fire, moving his hands toward the fmes, pushing his hand further into the first line of fire.

  "It doesn't hurt... I still usually bathe in va... so this isn't a big surprise..." Jon ented as he pushed his hand without burning.

  [As I knew, you are the son of fire, no one in this world do what you are doing.] The voice seemed to praise Jon as he began taking his first steps fully into the fire, unharmed.

  Everyo a distance could only watch him disappear among the fmes. "He is immune, as the great lord of light foresaw." Benerro said with some excitement.

  The guards tio uzzled expressions but could do nothing against their king's and, while he left only his clothes behind, not even taking his swords.

  The fmes and bright fshes were the only things that filled Jon's vision as he moved forward in a fming world that enveloped him like a warm cloak, yet without the real heat to burn him; it was like a touch bathing him in tenderness.

  With no dire in that sight, he just kept moving forward, w what he would find there. This was his first tact with a true god—not the Old Gods of the North, raising questions about how many gods existed. There were the old ohe god of death, R'hllor; the Seven Gods of the Seven Kingdoms were merely a farce to Jon, but perhaps there were others in this world.

  A wall of fmes ahead stood out, brighter than all the others before him. His steps tinued in that dire, stepping ohing that the fmes buro sustain themselves until he finally began stepping on purely smooth stones, almost like a road.

  Jon moved toward the brighter wall of fmes, advang until the light took over his entire vision, shining shtly that it blurred his sight and forced him to close his eyes. Whehing began to stop glowing, he looked around—he was no longer amidst the fmes; he was in a different po longer in Vontis.

  The first thiiced was that he was no longer naked, as an Arti silk garment covered his body, a tunic adorned with symbols of Artica.

  Jon seemed to be standing before a vast valley stretg as far as the eye could see, filled with lush forests and winding rivers glimmering uhe soft sunlight, indig it was mid-afternoon. It was a majestid harmonious sight, and he observed it from aed position, atop a steep cliff. The wind blew gently, bringing the fresh st of trees and the distant murmur of waterfalls as water flowed through the rivers.

  For a moment, Jon allowed himself to appreciate the beauty of the ptil his gaze was drawn to something unusual. Further ahead, he edge of the cliff, there was someoting in a chair. The man appeared motionless as Jon looked at him from behind, but he sat there as if pting the valley in front of him, just as Jon was.

  Beside him, another chair stood empty, as if waiting for Jon. He frowned, intrigued, without moving.

  "e on, are you just going to stand there watg, or will you sit with me and enjoy this view?" The elderly voice said with a sereone.

  Jon said nothing, before taking his first steps, approag the chair cautiously, his eyes focused on the man, and sat down beside him.

  It was a man eared to be around sixty years old, perhaps even older, though his appearance belied his age. He had an upright and posed posture, carrying the natural elegance of some ting in that carefully crafted chair, trasting sharply with the wild sery. His beard was meticulously trimmed, and his hair tied back, all pletely white. His eyes, however, stood out the most: deep and attentive, fixed on the valley ahead, as if abs every detail of that vastness.

  Jon watched the man for a moment, suspicious, before asking, "Are you the Lord of Light?"

  The ma out a light smile, still not diverting his gaze from the valley. "You could call me that, but I've had many names over the millennia. Of course, 'Lord of Light' is the most popur nowadays." He answered with an unwavering calm, as if the title was just one among many, without real importance.

  His voice was no lohereal as Jon had heard from the fmes; he sounded as human as Jon, but the atmosphere around him immediately made Jon know that this was no mortal.

  "What is this pce where we are?" Jon asked, also looking out at the valley, finding the view incredibly beautiful once again.

  "You are no longer in the mortal world," he spoke in a sereone.

  Jon frowned and asked immediately, "Will I lose my sight as well for being here?" His tone was dangerous; it was clear he didn't like that possibility at all.

  "Of course not. You are far too important to lose yht. You are immune, after all, the old gods have already touched you before." He spoke without being offended by Jon's tone, answering casually.

  "And why am I here? Why, knowing that I have already been touched by ods, do you still insist on deg me your champion against the White Walkers?" Jon asked, looking at him.

  "You must defeat them, it is your destiny. What else I decre? But first, let me ask you this: would you abandon yods to follow me? Think carefully, I would grant you powers that could pce the entire world at your feet," he spoke without even looking at Jon once.

  "No." Jon replied quickly. He had already thought about it and would never betray the old gods. Whatever happened, his heart would still beat for them until the end of his life.

  "I figured... It's a shame, but it's alright heless." He said, finally looking at Jon without studying him for a single sed, as if he had already done so and didn't o repeat it.

  "You, with yods, and I, with my followers, have a on enemy." He began, raising his hand and snapping his fingers.

  Jon looked forward as suddenly the entire se ged, the warm and weling valley transf into a frozen nd with a blizzard surrounding them as they sat there in the middle of it.

  "This..." Jon murmured, opening his eyes slightly. In front of them, the vision unfolded into rows upon rows of the dead with blue eyes staring at them, stretg to the horizon.

  "You know, we 't let these creatures take over this world. her I nor ods," he ented.

  "Certainly, the same be said for us. We don't want humanity to be destroyed," Jon said, as if it were obvious.

  "Yes, you are right. Both gods and humanity want this world to prosper. But you still need more power," he tinued.

  "I have dragons, armies, ons that devastate thousands of the dead at once," Jon said, thinking he was already strong enough, though it seemed like the number of dead before him was much greater than he had anticipated.

  "Perhaps in the first battle, you will do well against them, but the Night King, their leader, is not something you destroy as easily as you think, Jon Artica." He said, looking at Jon for the sed time. "Only one bde destroy him, and that will only happehe entire world rallies behind you."

  Jon narrowed his eyes, not fully uanding the meaning of those words. The old man then began to speak again as the snow tio advance upon them, faced by the army of the dead.

  "I'm saying that the path is much lohan you imagine. Your journey has only just begun, and your true challenges will start from now. You will face a war in the East, your banishment in Vaes Dothrak, the first battle against the dead in the North, theruggle between the southern kingdoms, the iion of the Northern Kingdom with Artica, ahe battle against the false Dragon King in the south with the quest of the Seven Kingdoms. These battles will occupy your attention in the ing years. All of this will draw the entire world's eyes upon you, Jon Artica, but it still won't be the final battle." He said.

  "That is why you then all your retionships before the entire world, so that one day, when humanity needs it most, you use it to your advantage. Unite all the kingdoms of mehe final battle, aroy, ond for all, the great evil of this world." He spoke with a serious look.

  "You speak as if I could rally the entire world behind me," Jon ented, finding those words hard to believe.

  "No, it's not that you ... it's that you must do it," the god said.

  "Will I need a Lightbringer?" Jon asked, still refusing to accept the ditions of possessing that sword.

  "Lightbringer was a sword created by the a Azor Ahai, but it liy sword that I showed him at that time. The true one was ouched, and that's why he could never destroy the dead. Although his forces weren't as strong as yours, the Night King will also be much stronger here." He reflected before tinuing.

  "But this is a journey you must uake alone. I have already helped too mud ot interfere further in the mortal world. After all, we always have prices to pay for everything we do. The name of my true sword is Dawnbreaker," he replied.

  "Dawnbreaker?" Jon murmured, somewhat surprised by a name he had never heard before, his gaze falling upon the dead in front of him, who tio stare at him, w if he would not destroy them in the North as he always imagined.

  The man simply raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and the vision ged, returning them to the valley.

  "So, where is this sword?" Jon asked, staring at the god.

  "It lies itest p the world, but I ot tell you how to reach it. Wheime es, one of my priestesses will bring the answer," he said.

  "And now?" Jon asked as they returo the valley, the man giving a small smile.

  "Now, you keep this." He replied, and Jo a weight in his hand, looking at it a moment ter. It was a sto into the shape of a four-poiar, with a grip in the ter like a key. There was a design that wasn't the traditional symbol of the Lord of Light used by the red priests; it was two squares pced atop one another in equal fashion, f a-poiar.

  "When you seek the sword, you will o use this," he said, and Jon merely stared at the object, w what kind of door it would open, also p all the Red God had said in person.

  "Anyway, it's time for you to return. You 't stay here too loher, otherwise, there will be sequences. It was good to meet you, my champion, and triumph as the true Azor Ahai against the ehat wants to destroy your world," he said.

  Jon wao mock the god's insisten calling him champion, but he kept silent. However, the man's eyes returo him o time.

  "I know what you're thinking, but remember: yods asked you to save your people, and you will keep the North protected, but to destroy the evil, that alone will not be enough. Either way, I hope you find your path and that yend is known by all in the ing ages until the end of this world, Jon Artica. So, goodbye," he said, as everything began to ge.

  Everything turned white. "I'll give you a gift before you return," the god's voice returned as Jon wondered again where he was, surrounded by all this whiteness, until two people appeared in front of him.

  "You... Mother..." Jon's voice had a slight tremor as he saw Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark before him, both smiling at him but saying nothing.

  Jon stood there silently, looking with a hint of nervousness, the features of his parents, his gaze especially on Lyanna, seeing a plete Stark like Arya, while Rhaegar looked simir to Daenerys and Viserys. This sted ten seds, with Jon seeing his parents for the first time in his life, something he had never seen even in the green sight. He k wasn't real, but he was truly grateful to have seen what they really looked like, especially his mother.

  The vision darkened before clearing again, and Jon found himself without clothes once more as the sery transformed into bzing fmes c him without harming him, indig he was back withiemple's fire.

  With a sigh, as even there, with the fmes ing all the oxygen, he could still breathe. He simply turned around, retrag the path he remembered taking, finally emerging from the fmes moments ter and heading towards the group of people waiting for him, a group that had grown with others looking on and kneeling immediately.

  Everyone was staring at him, w if anything had ged, all eyes following him without any shame, fog on the key-shaped stone in his hand. His guards watched closely, searg for any injuries, ed for their king's safety.

  Kinvara approached Jon, holding a robe and carefully c his body with it. Jon accepted it, not wanting to remain naked in front of so many people. "Are you alright, Azor Ahai? I've never seen anyone do such a thing," she said with a tone of admiration.

  "What is this?" Jon asked, looking at more than thirty people kneeling before him, looking at him as if he were R'hllor himself.

  "You were in there for six hours... Azor Ahai, and the world maed your tact with our lord... There's a et in the sky." She spoke, looking at him as if it was extraordinary.

  "A et?!" Jon looked with a puzzled expression as he gowards the opening where the fmes rose above the temple, seeing part of its red tail fixed in the sky, which genuinely surprised him, though he brushed it aside as he went to dress in the clothes he had left behind.

  "My lord... you were in there for so long... our men have all beeless these past hours after learning what happened..." The Arti royal guard said with .

  "I'm fine, I just had some things to resolve." He said, still holding the stone, which everyone was curious about, but no one dared to ask, although the curiosity was evident among the red priests present.

  Jon finished dressing auro Benerro, who was being briefed by his assistant. "Well, I came here to talk and see what you wanted, and I've dohat. There's nothing more for me here. I'll be returning to my ship aiating with Vontis over the few days," Jon said.

  Benerro nodded. He felt that his mission with Azor Ahai had been fulfilled at that moment. Whatever Jon had found in the fmes, it was noath he had to walk alone—Benerro had simply done his part and was tent with that, even with the loss of his eyes.

  Kinvara said nothing, merely following silently, as Jon's guards moved towards the exit, with all the priests staring at Jon.

  Jon tried to ig all, only wanting to return to his ship to lie in his bed, in the pany of his family. There were many things he o think about from that moment on.

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