"Jon..." A voice echoed in a field of pure white. "Jon." The voice was soft; It sounded like the breeze that touched the leaves in the hills of Winterfell. The voice was so gentle and kind, a kindness that I, the bastard of Winterfell, has never been given. I yearned to find the source of the sweet melodic voice. I tried to stir himself from the restraints that held my legs in place. I looked down, in annoyance, to what was keeping me from joining with the absent siren. Snow. Snow was piled up to my mid thigh. I began to thrash and struggle madly against the snow in order to push myself out of it. A vain attempt to try and free myself from the Snow. The white powder tightened around my limbs the more I struggled against it. I turned madly to look around, desperate to find the soft voice that spoke my name without disdain or disgust.

"Jon!" It called pleadingly. "Jon, please!" The voice seemed at a loss and forlorn now, the sound gripped my heart in a frozen fist. Frustration and anger filled me.
I mustered all the strength I could to wrestle the Snow once more, adrenaline slipping into my very bones. I had to get to her; I had to find her. Nothing else mattered other than reaching the source of that rare, caring voice. Though the more I struggled the snow seemed to seep higher up my body. I twisted my torso to look around and saw that the Snow itself stretched for what seemed like miles with no end in sight. Just the gray sky above me and snow all around. My will began to falter and I felt my limbs begin to grow numb and tired. The sight of the white powder that encompassed everything was a depressing sight.

"Shhhhhhh..." The voice cooed behind me and I felt myself drift into unconsciousness. What felt like moments passed and the once snow ensnared land was now a meadow of sorts. I was lying in a field of green with only patches of left over frost here and there, as if the sun kissed the earth while I slept to pull out the green grass and the hidden trees. I couldn't move my body, only my head, but I didn't mind. I felt safe here; I felt warm. I turned my head slowly to the side to come to a rest on my cheek. I couldnt help but sigh contently. I haven't felt this relaxed since the last time I was here. Familiarity coursed through me as I stared at the soft green grass near my face. Suddenly before my very eyes, snowdrops began to push through the ground at a startling rate and began to cup my face. It felt as if someone were gently holding it. No one has ever showed me such affection. It was only here that I could feel such an oddity. I felt more push through the soft earth around my entire body. The flowers moved to form a cradle of sorts around me. The wild, yet kind, embrace that held me, I could not even begin to fathom how unworthy I felt to have it. I believe it to be the woman who was earlier calling to me who caused this; I saw no other possiblity. Bitterness sprung in my heart at the thought that not even any of the Starks have ever held me in such a gentle and loving embrace as these flowers had.
I turned my face to the sky once more. It was an endless sea of blue and green hues without a hint of a cloud. A combination I have never seen before.

"Jon..." The voice cooed once more. My lips parted ready to reply. I wanted to ask all the questions that bubbled in my mind about who she was or why she visited me every night. I found my voice quiet, but steady.
"Who-"
A loud slam rang through the air and pulled me back into reality. My body involuntarily bolted upward as if I had awakened from a terrifying nightmare, but my breath was steady and my heart was calm. Wariness and caution seeped into me.

I could barely see clearly due to my sudden awakening and my hand instinctively reached for the knife that I kept hidden underneath my pillow.
"Jon!" A young boy's voice called out. I groaned in irritation and I forced myself to relax my posture as my eyes began to take in my surroundings. Bran Stark, one of my half brothers has once again burst into my room without permission. I rubbed at my temples slowly and looked at the young excited Bran with no amusement.

"What is it, Bran?" I mumbled, grogginess still stuck in my throat.
"You're supposed to help me with my archery today Jon!" I rubbed at my face in slight irritation at the young boy's excitedness to train so early.
"Alright Bran...Alright, I'll meet you in the courtyard in a bit." I stated without enthusiasm. The boy rushed out of the room, with his small direwolf companion chasing at his heels, closing the door behind him. I remained where I was contemplating the once again reoccurring dream. The more I revisited it, the more curious I became of the female voice I would hear. I would rather stay in bed and try my best to return to the dream, but my duty lied with this family.

If the young Lord Bran wanted to practice archery then there was no denying him. I poorly suppressed a yawn and lazily stretched while rolling off the bed to my feet. I headed into the washroom. I glanced down quickly to the basin before I could meet my eyes in my reflection. Seeing myself always bothered me and brought about disconcerting thoughts about how I would never atleast carry the visage of a Stark. I smirked darkly to myself. Ofcourse I never would. I was a Snow, nothing more, but constantly feeling like less. While rinsing my face halfheartedly, my thoughts drifted back to the voice from my dream. I was never able to catch a glimpse of it's owner, but I would always try to imagine what kind of woman would posses such an angelic voice. A blur of faces and women passed through my mind, but none of them ever felt right.
I slowly pushed myself away from the wash basin and towards my bedroom to obtain my discarded clothing. I put them on and set out to the courtyard after Bran, with my own direwolf, Ghost close by his side, all the while trying to picture who the mystery woman behind the voice was.

In minutes, I met up with Bran in the Archery stands. I listlessly began to give Bran advice and encouragement in handling the bow. Soon after, the eldest Stark child, Robb Stark, joined us.
"What's wrong Snow?" Robb asked concern lacing his features. I could only bring myself to hum and shrug passively at my half-brother's question. A firm hand gripped my shoulder. I looked to Robb and lifted my eyebrows mockingly in question.
"What is wrong brother? What has got you so distracted?" I felt eyes piercing into my skull that did not belong to my brother. I looked up towards a bannister to find my father, the Lord of the house, Eddard Stark and his wife, Lady Catelyn Stark. His father was staring at him with a look of curiosity, but the Lady Stark glared with obvious disgust down at me. I sighed looking back at Robb.
"Don't mind her Snow," Robb huffed, "Tell me. What's wrong?" I stared into my brother's eyes a long while, giving much thought into whether I should tell him anything or not; If it was even worth telling.
"I just had an odd dream is all. Well, I've been havin it for quite awhile now."
"What do you mean?" Robb looked more relaxed and began to guide me towards the stables where no one was around.
"I keep dreaming that I'm drowning in snow, but then I get saved by someone. Someone that I don't know." He lifted his brows at this.
"Someone?" He asked.
"Yeah, a woman, but I've never seen her, just heard her voice." He stared back at me with an odd look gracing his features. He hummed while in thought.
"Does she sound like anyone we know?"
"No, I don't think so." I looked at him as a confused look formed on his face.
"But why does this distract you so much?" He asked quietly.
"Well..." My voice died as I, myself, was not completely sure why I was so stuck on this woman from my dream. I attempted to explain my emotions. "I...I dont belong here..."
Robb opened his mouth ready to dissagree as he usually does, but I cut him off before he got the chance to.
"No, just hear me out." I interjected. He reluctantly nodded. "I don't belong here or anywhere, I don't think anyway, yet, when I'm there in that dream with her voice near me, I feel safe...I feel like i truly belong there, where ever there was."
Robb just stood there staring at me for the longest time, digesting the personal confession that I have indulged unto him. He cleared his throat.
"Snow, first of all, you do belong here. This is your home as much as it is mine-"
"Doesnt feel like it." I mumbled quietly earning me a soft smack to the head. Robb cleared his throat again.
"As I was saying, this is your home as much as it is mine and you are a sibling to me as much as Bran or Sansa." He paused and looked into my eyes. "You really feel the need to know who this woman is, do you not?" I nodded silently unsure where he was bringing this.
"Then," A grin spread on his lips, "look for her."
I was taken aback by his statement. Although the thought of leaving this place constantly drifted through my mind, I didn't find it quite possible.
"This woman might not even exist!" I practically yelled. He only nodded, smiling in response. "Besides, I dont think Lady Stark would let me back in if I left." I stated only half joking. He began to laugh heartily in response.
"Dont worry brother! I'll let you back in myself." He continued to smile at me.
"Again, she probably doesnt exist. A figment of my imagination. A-" He raised his hand and i fell silent. A serious air suddenly encompassed him.
"Snow...Do you remember the old stories the kitchen maids would whisper about when we were little?" I vaguely remembered, but offered a small nodd."Do you remember what a 'Leannán Aisling' is?"
I thought about the phrase to see if it would jog my memory, but I came up with nothing. I shook my head in confusion.
He chuckled lightly and said "It means, Dream Lover." Recognition filled my mind as I recalled the old maid stories. Sansa wouldn't be silent about the aspect of a Dream Lover for months; I'm surprised that I was even able to forget.
"Those are just myths and stories that women tell their children to introduce them to the idea of romance." I stated, unpersuaded.
"Oh Snow, How can we ever know for sure? Come now, tell me what if it is real? What if she is reaching out to you?" He grinned excitedly. "This seems like a chance of a lifetime!" I frowned slightly still unbelieving of it.
"They aren't even human Robb. No one has ever even seen a Dream Lover." The air of seriousness returned to Robb.
"Snow... I always wanted what was best for you, my brother. I have the strongest feeling that it lies with this woman from your dreams." He paused in thought then continued. "Do you remember Selto the Seer? He would often dream many things and many of those things came true. We may not know for sure if they exist or not, but is there really any shame in trying to find out?" I thought carefully about this and noticed that he was right. What else was i to do with myself...other than to take the black. I had no place amongst the Lords and Ladies, it was either this or the Black; both paths seemed appealing in some way to me. I looked to my brother who was no longer looking at me, but behind me.

"And what have you two been plotting over here? Bran was quite dissappointed to notice that his big brothers were no longer there watching him." A deep voice was followed by a content chuckle. I turned to see our father, Lord Eddard Stark.
We both greeted him in kind, but neither spoke up to answer his question. He stared from one of us to the other.
"Well?" An air of uneasiness pervaded the air. I was about to try and avoid the question with a different topic, but Robb spoke before me.
"We were speaking of the Dream Lovers father." Robb stated bluntly causing my cheeks to burn red in embarassment. A gutteral laugh broke out from father's mouth and and tumbled about the area. He then became dead silent as he turned to me. I was unable to meet his eye.

"You are curious of the Dream Lovers, hm?" I nodded hesitantly. "Why?" I sighed knowing that it was pointless to keep anything from him. I then retold my dream in more detail to my father and brother also restating my want to belong somewhere. After I regaled my story, silence was stale in the air between the three of us. Father stared at a spot at the ground deep in thought, but before long his head snapped back up causing me to almost jump in surprise.

"Go to her." Was all he said. I was shocked by his reaction. I could almost feel the grin protruding from Robb's face. "I feel that the old Gods are at work here, my son. I feel it in my bones. You...I can sense that you are meant for great things."
Robb spoke up then. "What will mother think of this?" I looked to father curiously.
Father simply laughed mirthfully. "Who says she needs to know?!"
"She will find out eventually father." Robb replied the grin still plastered to his face.
"Well, then let her find out then rather than now, hm?" He chuckled to himself, pleased to cause her some mischief. He looked back to me.
"Well, my boy, what will it be?" I thought that this was insane... dangerous even, but my need to know the truth behind the myth was far stronger than any fear that has ever stilled me.
"I will go father, but I must state that if I do not find her, I am going to take the Black." This came as a shock to both of them. They seemed dumbstruck at first, but they calmed soon after. I was sure that that was what I wanted. I always wanted to follow in Uncle Benjen's footsteps. To be part of the Night's Watch would be the only honor that I could ever hope to place into this family. If I give up in my pursuit to find this 'Dream Lover', that is where I will go. There will be no place for me back here.

Father stared at me for moments longer with a solemn expression on his face. He then spoke.
"I pray then that you do find her." As soon as he spoke those words, he turned and left. I was confused by his words and what he meant, but not deterred by them. Robb squeezed my shoulder in reassurance and walked off in pursuit of other things. I turned on my heel and headed directly for my bedroom with Ghost following close behind. I had to begin packing. I planned on leaving when all was unaware. I was leaving tonight.