Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones only this story.

You know this is a fanfiction because it's terrible. Some of my fanfiction's were voted as the most terrible. But just because those fanfiction's were really bad doesn't mean all my fanfiction's are bad. It just means I have a lot of work to do before I get some recognition on this site. And I don't want to be added in a community as an author you don't like. I write the same reason I play video games before going to be. For fun. I also couldn't think of a good dash symbol so I'll try changing a little bit of my old symbol. There is no war in this story. At least not with Jon Snow in it. This story is about the Night's Watch. I always hated in Game of Thrones how they changed places in the first five minutes. Now I'm no George R.R Martin but I am not the author of Four Song's of Courage. I don't bore my readers but I do make mistakes. Like in this author's note I made mistakes. I only know how to use a comma a little and a period. I like my writing style but like it when other people write my stories for me. Anyways, this chapter will be one thousand words and no fighting. I guess it's to introduce the OC's. And Jon doesn't sound like himself in this chapter but I'm trying to make him as in character as I can. Review and be awesome. Also I can't remember if Jon saved Jeor Mormont in the first or second season. All I know is Jeor Mormont dies in the third season.

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" Jon Snow," a member of the Night's Watch told their newest but most important 'crow'. " We are having our new members pledge their oath to the Night's Watch. Lord Commander Jeor Mormont says you must take them with you."

Jon did not ask questions, he did not ask who were going, he didn't say a word going to the training grounds where greasy cunts, thieves, and muling bastards were
training. Jon Snow was the most remarkable crow to ever step foot in the Night's Watch in all of the Wall. In this fierce and ruthless callaous land where the land
laughed, deceived, and made you try to run, the Night's Watch was built over the wall. Jon carried out the Night's Watch with his sword and his virgin face. You could
tell a virgin from the way he carressed his sword. Grenn's fists were bloody broken defending Sam from a shithead recruit, Pypar was making dinner
for every crow, three hundred and fifty-two since the young soft boy's walked in, and Jon fed his Direwolf Ghost. Ghost responsed to Jon and Jon alone. Although he
sometimes listened to Sam. Sam spoke with a soft, girly voice. Some would say he was a girl if he wasn't a pig fat, beard face coward of a man. Everyone bet Gold Dragons
that one day the coward would leave the Watch and Jon would kill him, a man he thought to be his brother. At least Samwell didn't flee from the Watch when the dead
started to rise and Jon burned him alive. To show what happens to deserters Jeor captured them and killed them in front of all the Night's Watch.

Jon finally made it to the training grounds. You could smell the air and feel the moisture tickling your nose. The air was the only thing warm in the Night's Watch.
What made this area warm was the smell of tears of miserable crow's who were already thinking of leaving the Night's Watch. Only two crow's were training; the other
fourteen crows were watching their fight. The two could be brother's. All crow's were considered brothers just like every dwarf is a bastard, at least that's what
Tyron Lannister told Jon the day they first met. One was a ponytail crow mostly using his feet to change path's and strike in different directions. Jon didn't see
the point of his strategy. He was only letting himself get tired as he moved. The other crow was using both hands and a really big sword. He was a big man, muscle in
his arms but a very big chest and his throat sticking out of his cowl, his head covered in a woman's silky headdress. Compared to his sword the other crow's sword
looked like something to clean your teeth with.

" I am Zant, this is my sword Coalbender, prepare to have your chin bleed, pig." The smaller one wasn't using a fake sword. He was really trying to kill the big man.
Jon had to stop it. He ran as fast as he could, not fast enough. The big crow grabbed the smaller crow's sword arm, pulled him close and made a big drunk squeal before
he headbutt Zant into the ground.

" I am Mogn. You shut the hell up, talking boy."

" He sure knows how to break heads and end fights," a crow said.

" The only person I heard could do that was Robert Baratheon," another crow said speaking from his wisdom and his memories. " I heard he's gotten fat. Fat means he's
gotten slow. And if he's slow my coins will be on people like Zant killing him."

" Compose yourselves as men of the Night's Watch!" Jon yelled running into the training grounds. All members of the Night's Watch got up and stood close together.
They looked like unloyal, untrustworthy, and disappointing members. The only ones who showed honor was Mogn who helped Zant the dumb crow up. Zant was breathing
but asleep.

" Wake up!" Mogn yelled. " I said wake up! Your mother couldn't get enough of my cock. She made a sound men dream for when I put her teats in my mouth. I'm not
old enough to be your father, but my cock is one hundred years older than yours."

" He sounds like he has the blood of a giant in his blood," a member laughed.

" He's too short," another member said.

" No one can call him short."

" Compared to the giants, tree crushers, rock breakers, and monsters alike, he is as big as my stature."

Jon was nervous. Seventeen crow's were here including Jon. What of Wildlings? Mogn and Zant seemed ready to fight Wildlings, but what of the other crow's? He didn't
want sixteen crow's to die. They say the Lord Commander Jeor Mormont takes from lunch till bed to write a speech to all the crow's in the morning. His speech is only two minutes long. They were expecting Jon to make a speech of his own. Jon, not one who gets nervous at the simplicity of a speech, coughed two times to clear his throat.

" We are not knight's," Jon said by accident. Every crow was looking at him like the castle's fool, prattling about how they already knew they weren't knight's. " You may not have the armor of a knight, or the helmet on your heads, but we carry honor. Everyone has the honor of a knight inside you. You came to the Night's Watch to prove there's still a knight in you baker's, tailors, shoe makers, blacksmith's, and cart drivers. Maybe you made mistakes and did something you weren't suppose to, but my father showed me even the greatest knights have done bad things. You will do what you must to survive. That means staying together, alert the other's if you think Wildlings are nearby, and keep your swords close. Your swords will save your life in a battle you think cannot be won. Remember your oath and never retreat. It's time to go...become the men you are supposed to be."