The Chronicles of Ice and Fire: The God-Emperor of Planetos

"Hope. A terrible weapon capable of bringing down entire dynasties and empires, and I hold it in my hands." Aenar Targaryen said, looking into the future, the future he wanted.

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Several days had passed in the Nexus of Space and Time.

Jon's lessons began to intensify with time.

Jon and Rhaenys were face to face resting after a session of etiquette lessons.

They both sat on chairs around a table on the window balcony. Visenya was nearby, a glass of juice in one hand, looking out at the turbulent waves of the black sea below.

"Jon, I've never asked, but why do you prefer to be called Jon when your real name is Aenar?" Rhaenys asked casually, her gaze expressing obvious boredom.

For someone who appreciated music as much as she did, sitting still was terribly monotonous. The only fun she had was teaching Jon, but even that could be exhausting after a while.

Jon, who was about to raise his glass of juice to his lips, stopped and looked at the beautiful woman in front of him. He lowered his glass and put it back on the table. Smiling, he replied in a calm and collected tone, "Because I want to enjoy it while I still have the right to be an ordinary human being."

Jon's answer caused Rhaenys and Visenya to look at the six-year-old with astonished and disbelieving expressions.

Ignoring their looks, Jon continued. "Being just Jon Snow is freeing. I can go where I want or do what I want without anyone caring. A luxury Aenar Targaryen will not have, he will be a god in the eyes of the people."

"What are you going to do to make everyone see you as a god?" Visenya asked, frowning with a worried look on her face. She had grown fond of the boy months ago, almost considering him a son. Knowing the cruel fate that awaited Jon didn't please her at all.

Yes, in her eyes, being considered a God was not a blessing, but a curse and a burden that no man should ever have to carry.

"I will give you hope," Jon replied, looking out to sea with a distracted and distant air. The wind gently ruffled his hair, while his purple eyes radiated a warm, gentle warmth.

"As simple as that?" Rhaenys asked, her voice more serious than ever.

"Simple? Giving hope is not as easy as it sounds, Queen Rhaenys." Jon looked at Rhaenys and smiled. "I will give you a god to worship, I will be your Messiah, and I will bring salvation to this world. The future I see will be the future they believe in."

"They will fight to spread my name among other peoples, bringing death and chaos wherever they go. An army of fanatics, ready to do whatever I command, simply because they believe my words contain the ultimate truth of the world."

Jon's words made the two women completely silent, they looked at the six year old and instead of seeing a child, they saw a man who carried an even heavier burden than their own husband who was tormented by prophetic visions in his dreams.

"Why don't you run away? Let the world burn and don't care, just be happy." Rhaenys couldn't help but comment with a complex look. She looked at the beautiful child before her and let out a sigh of regret.

"Why can't I run away, it would only cause more terrible things to happen. So instead of swimming against the current, it's better to let the water take you." Jon replied, his smile never fading, he was happy and relaxed.

The reason for this was simple: having someone to listen to his fears, plans or worries was something surprisingly pleasant and unexpectedly able to bring him peace. Perhaps this was the magical power of the psychologists in his past life.

In the real world, he could never say such things to any of his family, they would all call him crazy and never believe him, but whether it was Rhaenys or Visenya, both of whom were Aegon's queens, someone who was also plagued by prophetic dreams, they understood perfectly the weight, pain and exhaustion he carried on his shoulders.

"I wish you luck, Jon Snow." Rhaenys spoke, her tone full of pity and regret for the terrible future that awaited her descendant.

"Don't worry, the winds of the future are in my favor, I just have to sail the silver waters of fate to reach the promised land." Jon looked at the two women pitifully and replied in a simple but extremely confident tone.

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Six Months Later.

North - Wolfwood Forest.

Jon looked at the snow covering the forest and couldn't help but admire the flawless color of the snow. Beside him stood the huge head of Caraxes, the heat emanating from the beast melting the snow and making the air seem warm, even though it was at temperatures that would kill a human in minutes.

There was no sign of Kinvara or any of the Red God's followers at the scene, all but one of whom had returned to Essos on his orders. Kinvara, in particular, had clear orders. Reform the entire Church of the Red God, change absolutely everything.

At the same time, Kinvara was carrying a Bible, a Bible that Jon had written for her during their months together. The bible was different from the bible anyone knew, the whole context had been changed to suit Essos and Westeros, especially the names, but all went well and the world's first bible was born.

Jon could see through the prescience, Kinvara was spreading his will to the masses, in the next few years the Red Faith would see an explosive jump in the number of believers. Even The Fiery Hand will change according to Jon, as a thousand men was far from what he wanted.

The Red Army will be Jon's main army, fanatical warriors, extremely loyal to only one person, himself, they will be his sword and shield.

Jon wouldn't leave the priestesses without work either, how could he do that, so on his orders Kinvara will create a new order of women for him, the Emperor's Daughters. They would be his shadows and spies.

"(Caraxes, my uncle will be back in two weeks, I need to get back to Winterfell.)" Jon leaned his body against Caraxes' and spoke in High Valyrian.

The crimson dragon snorted with obvious displeasure at his actions, clearly not liking the idea of being away from Jon for too long.

Jon didn't like the feeling of separation either, especially with Caraxes, he was his brother, they should be together, protecting each other. Unfortunately, duty took precedence over feelings.

"(Don't worry, as my powers mature, I'll visit you more often in the future.)" Stroking the red scales, Jon commented with a happy tone. He wasn't lying, as his powers matured, he would be able to visit Caraxes much more easily.

Jon's words seemed to calm the disgruntled mood of the red beast, who stood calmly around his rider, fearing that the cold might somehow affect him.

Jon noticed his movements and simply smiled, the concern, though irrelevant to him, showing the bond Caraxes had with him. Touching the meteorite steel sword named Lady Lya after his mother, even in the depths of Wolfwood, Jon felt surrounded by kin.

Rising from the snowy ground, Jon looked at Caraxes with a calm gaze and spoke. "I'm coming, remember to fly only at night and no flying during the day."

Even if the others didn't believe the rumors and thought they were just drunken ravings, one could never be too careful. He didn't want too many people to see Caraxes, a high frequency might alert a certain spider in the Red Keep.

The dragon looked at Jon and closed his eyes, completely ignoring his presence. Apparently, it was still unhappy about being separated from its rider.

Jon smiled and took one last look at his brother, blood and race aside, and made his way back to Winterfell.

As he walked through the bushes and trees, Jon couldn't help but think that this journey had brought many things, some he hadn't expected and others he had.

But to him, the unexpected was sometimes more attractive than anything else in the world, after all, mystery had always fascinated all beings, and he was no different.

Looking back, Jon could no longer see the clearing that Caraxes had called home, there were only trees and more trees, it was easy to get lost in this natural labyrinth of nature.

With a sigh, he walked deeper into the forest with a determined look on his face. He would return to Winterfell and begin preparations for his conquest.

The wheel of fate began to turn, and with it came a change this planet had never seen since its beginnings.

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