Lord Commander of Night's Watch: Jon Snow

by McCangel

Jon Snow was supposedly killed at the hands of his own men...men he trusted. Then he wakes up, learning that he was revived by fire, that he was reborn in fire, just as Azor Ahai was. Is Jon Snow Azor Ahai reincarnated? Only one thing will tell, if the Wall holds against the dreaded others.

Lord Commander Jon Snow

Hey guys, this is going to be my first fan fiction story. I'm going to write my own imagination of what happened to Jon Snow after A Dance With Dragons,cause he is my favorite character and I just couldn't deal with the way that ended...so here I am, saving myself and the rest of you poor souls who have been left wondering "is he dead?!" So please, bear with me on my first story.

Jon fell to his knees. He found the dagger's hilt and wrenched it free. In the cold night air the wound was smoking. "Ghost," he whispered. Pain washed over him. Stick them with the pointy end. When the third dagger took him between the shoulder blades, he gave a grunt and fell face-first into the snow. He never felt the fourth knife. Only the cold...

Jon

When I woke up, I was feeling an intense cold, and saw a lot of whiteness. Where am I? Am I dead? Slowly, I raise my hand to my neck and felt what was left from the wound in my neck. I'm alive then...good. I tried standing up, but my legs were just too stiff and I was just too tired.
I decided to take stock of my surroundings. Ghost (my direwolf) was at the foot of my bed. My sword, Longclaw was leaning against the wall. Then I hear someone walking in.
"Look, the crow is finally awake!" It was Tormund Giantsbane.
"How am I alive? I asked
"The idiots missed you. The instant you passed out, Ghost somehow got out. He tore Bowens throat out, I ripped Wick to pieces. Then we instantly got you medical attention...but...well they couldn't do anything."
"Then why am I not dead?"
"Well...the queen decides we were going to burn your body. So...her men threw you in the fire...but...well, your wounds were healed."
"What?!"
"Yup...and now Melisandre claims you are Azor Ahai."
"Hmm, I see." Then I remembered what I was going to do before all that happened. "Tormund...when I can stand, be ready. We are going hunting for Boltons the instant I can stand.
Tormund just grinned that barbaric grin of his. "Bahaha now you're thinking, crow! Let's go!"

Sorry it was so short guys. Just couldn't think of a good way to end it other than that. I promise the next chapters won't be so short. My goal for publishing new chapters is at least one every week, but it will certainly be more when I am not too busy. Review please!