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Of Ice and Ancients: Knowledge Is Power.
It never failed to amaze Jon Snow, just how truly bad his luck was. He had been tracking a deer through the Wolfswood and right as he was about to take his shot, the ground gave way beneath him! So not only did the deer get away, but he now found himself in a room with no exit save for the one he fell through! What was worse was that it would be another few days before anyone would think to come looking for him, as hunting trips like the one he was one could last a week or more. It was enough to make the young man wonder just what Gods had taken issue with him? Most likely Lady Catelyn's, he concluded.
Pealing himself off the cold stone floor of which he had landed, he observed the room once more in the hopes of finding a way out. The walls were smooth and bare and just as he had first observed, completely without a door! On the far side of the room was a stone circle inscribed with strange runes, along with a pedestal with the same runes and some kind of red globe in the middle. It made Jon wonder if maybe he hadn't fallen in some kind of temple built by the First Man, or maybe the Children of the Forest. But what would be the purpose of a temple that you could not get in or out of? That was when he noticed some kind of circle painted white on the floor of the room. It was as he got closer the the circle that he noticed that it was not a solid circle, but one made up of some kind of symbols. Possibly an alphabet of some kind.
As he was looking at it he noticed that it held similarities to High Valyrian, but that didn't make any kind of sense! The rise of Valyria happened thousands of years after the arrival of the First Men. And even if he was wrong and this was not a temple of the First Men, that still wouldn't explain the writing! As the Valyrians never had much if any presence in the North! Nothing about this place made sense, why was it here, what was its purpose, and why in all the seven hells wasn't there a way out?!
Maybe this inscription told how to get out of here? If only he knew how to read it! He was now kicking himself for never paying much attention when Maester Luwin tried to teach him and Rob High Valyrian. As now the only word he could make out was Legacy... or possibly Leg. Letting out a yell of frustration, Jon resisted the urge to pull at his own hair and instead chose to simply flop down and start cursing. Inadvertently landing inside the circle, as he did so. And was therefore caught completely off guard when a metallic looking object seemed to appear out of nowhere on the wall.
Startled Jon jumped to his feet, whilst reaching for his sword. Only to shake his head at the stupidity of trying to attack a wall fixture with a sword. Making a mental note to not tell Rob of that, should he ever make it out of here. Jon moved to investigate the strange wall fixture. As he got closer, he saw that there was a small hole in the center almost like a peephole. His curiosity getting the better of him, he peered inside the hole. What he saw inside of it was mostly darkness filled with colored lights. It was at that moment that the course of Jon's life would be inexorably changed forever.
When it happened, it happened quick. One second Jon was looking through the hole, the next the fixture seemed to reach out and grab his head! He fought valiantly for a few seconds trying to free himself, but it was of no use. While this was going on, the lights inside the fixture seemed to get brighter and brighter. Painfully so even, yet he could not look away nor close his eyes. And that was the last he knew as darkness claimed him.
Jon knew not, just how long he had been out. Minutes, Hours, Days? But what he did know was that upon coming too, his body was no longer his own! It stood and it moved of its own free will, completely ignoring his commands. No matter how much Jon tried to fight it, his body continued to do what it wanted. All he could do is watch as his hand touched a spot on the wall, making a doorway appear out of nowhere.
As his body walked through the doorway into another room, he saw that it was full of strange tables and pedestals. They were strange in that most had glowing runes in the same manner as the ones on the floor in the main room. Jon could do nothing as his body walked to one of the tables and started touching the glowing runes. Making them glow even brighter as he touched them. After his hands were done doing that, his legs moved him to a round pedestal in the center of the room and stood upon it. Without warning, Jon was enveloped in a swirling colored light. Only for darkness to once again claim him.
Just like the last time he passed out, Jon knew not how long he had been out. Only this time when he came too, he once again had control of himself. Thanking the gods that his body once again obeyed him, Jon stepped off the DNA resequencer. Only to freeze... How had he known that it was called a DNA resequencer?
"Once the new Knowledge in your mind finishes decompressing, you'll find you now know a great many things." Said a voice from out of nowhere. Jon spun around to behold a glowing ball of light, Only to stare in shock as it transformed into a woman of middle age.
Jon's first instinct was to reach for his sword, but something stayed his hand. "Who are you?" Jon demanded of the lady. "Some kind of sorceress?"
Jon watched as she smiled at him before speaking again. "My name is Oma Desala, and I am an Ascended Being."
Somehow the meaning of that popped right into Jon's head. (Ascended/Ascension: A process that allows beings to be able to separate from their physical bodies and to live eternally as pure energy in a superior plane with a greater amount of knowledge and power.) Jon shook his head at the influx of information. Rggh! What was happening to him?
Almost like she could read his mind, the lady.. Oma, answered. "You were exposed to the knowledge left behind by my people in the hopes that one day our descendents, such as yourself would be able to reclaim that which we had lost. However your subconscious mind knew that it was not advanced enough to handle that knowledge, so it used the DNA resequencer to advance you to the point where we were before we ascended."
While still quite shocked to have understood all that, something clicked in Jon's mind. "Me discovering this place wasn't an accident, was it?"
Oma gave him a sad smile. "No it wasn't. I led the deer you were tracking here, as well as collapsed the roof so that you would fall in."
Jon couldn't stop from glaring daggers at her. "Why? Why me? Why would you do that?" He demanded in a snarl.
"I'm sorry." Oma said, in what Jon could tell was a truly genuine voice. "I wouldn't have done it if there was any other choice. But it had to be you. You were the only living descendent of my people within ten thousand kilometers advanced enough to even partially hold the Knowledge in the Repository. And While two others on this planet are advanced enough, neither of them are warriors. One is but a girl, and the other is well on his way to madness."
Jon thought over what she had said before asking. "Why would it matter if they are warriors or not?"
"I could tell you, but it would be easier for me to show you." With that said, Oma reached out a hand and touched Jon on his for head. Suddenly Jon was assaulted with visions straight of his worst nightmares.
Jon could never put the horror he felt into words as he watched, his father be beheaded, his sisters suffer abuse after abuse, his brother betrayed killed, Sansa sold off, raped, and tortured. Arya become a killer, Himself betrayed and killed only to rise again. Rickon shot and killed while running towards him. But the thing that horrified him most was the Others! They were real, and they were coming!
Jon didn't know at what point he had fallen to his knees, but when the visions stopped that was were he found himself. "They're real! The White Walkers are real!" He panted.
"I'm afraid so." Oma said softly. "That is what we needed a warrior."
"We?" Jon asked.
"Others like myself." She clarified. "Strictly speaking we're not supposed to interfere in peoples lives, but I've been allowed this small measure of interference because of what would happen if I had just let things be."
"What would have happened?" Jon asked almost afraid of the answer.
"The White Walkers as you call them, after wiping out all life on this planet. Would have eventually found the Stargate and through it, other planets. Their undead armies growing with each world, until the whole of this galaxy would be covered in ice and death." Oma had a look in her eyes as she spoke, that filled Jon with just as much dread as the very words that she was speaking. "Even worse then that, if left as things were, eventually these White Walkers would ascend. And that is something even the others of my kind can not allow. So we've chosen you to stop them."
"Again, why me?" Jon spoke as he tried to shake the visions from his mind, without much success.
"That answer will have to wait for now." Oma answered without really answering. Before waving her hand, making Jon stare in awe as the whole that he had fallen through repaired itself seamlessly. "Needless to say, I had my reasons and you will know them soon enough. For now you should return to your family, and let the knowledge finish assimilating in your mind."
"And how am I to return home, when I can't get out of here?" Jon parried.
"If you open your mind, you'll find that you already know the answer to that." Oma said with a small smile, before transforming back into a glowing ball of light. "Farewell, Jon. I expect will meet again one day."
And with that Oma Desala was gone and Jon was once again left to figure out just how to get out of here. "Open my mind... How hard can that be?"
It had been three months, sense that fateful encounter. Thought Jon, as he sat in his quarters in Winterfell. It had taken one of them for the Knowledge of the Repository, to finish unspooling in his mind. A week to come up with a plan to save his family and fight the Others, and two months to set the plan in motion. In that time he had journeyed back to the lab with the Stargate twice. Tonight would mark his third and likely final journey for quite sometime.
It filled his heart with sorrow, knowing what he had to do. But there was simply no way around it. He couldn't tell anyone what he was doing, they would not understand. But it had to be done. Packing the last to the things he would take with him, he took a last long look at the room that had been his for as long as he could remember. Would he ever set eyes upon again? He honestly couldn't say. But he would see his family again, and that was all that truly mattered in the end. Maybe the would even find it in themselves to forgive him for what he was about to do.
For tonight he would be leaving Winterfell, leaving Westeros, leaving the planet, and leaving this galaxy. For to save it, he first had to leave it. Leaving a signed note to his family, and one for his sister Arya, on his bedside table. Jon sneaked out of his quarters, being careful to not be spotted by the guards. Soon enough he found himself in the Crypts, and from there out of Winterfell.
Hours later saw Jon walk through the Stargate, to the place that would become his new home.
(A.N) For anyone wondering what year this takes place. It is 1781 AD earth years and 294 AL In Westeros. So 4 years before the start of the Game of Thrones and 216 years before Stargate Sg-1. Anyways I hope you all enjoy it. If spot any mistakes do let me know. Poll on Profile on who you would like Jon Shipped. Daenerys or Sansa.
Next Chapter. Lost Cities.