Tiny snowflakes drifted through the gods wood, swaying the heart trees leave back in forth with increasing speed, a storm was approaching. A young man slender in build with long dark brown hair was sitting on a rock facing the heart tree, that man was the bastard of the north. No one could understand why the bastard would sit their during a storm.
"Boy stop praying and get inside!" shouted Clyde he was an enraged servant who had a round belly, bald head, and a bushy beard.
The boy turned his head to face the servant, but he spoke no words.
"Are you deaf boy? We need to get inside before this storm takes us!" Shouted Clyde as he looked up at the clouds trying to see how close the true storm was. Clyde muttered under his breath stupid bastard as he went over to grab ahold of Jon's shoulder.
"Why did you come out into the storm?" asked Jon with a frown on his face while twisting his body away from Clyde's grasp.
"Boy we need to get inside now! I won't be having your father take me head tonight." Shouted Clyde as the snow began to wrap itself around Jon making it appear as if it was a blanket trying to keep him warm.
"No. I have yet to finish my prayer." Said Jon as if he was explaining to a child that the sky was blue.
"What the bloody hell are you talking about? If we don't get inside the castle we'll surely die." All the snow that had blanketed Jon launched itself onto Clyde, swiftly covering his mouth silencing his whimpers.
Jon watched in pure horror as the snow suffocated Clyde.
"Old gods the only true gods I ask of you to release this man. He does not know your true power! I beg mercy, please let this man go and I will serve you faithfully until the last day you see fit to give me." Shouted Jon into the storm while clutching a hand on the heart tree.
The snow that covered Clyde's mouth melted away. Clyde took in a deep breath, he turned his head to look at Jon and whispered the thank you, and shortly after those words were spoken passed out.
Jon allowed a small smile to grace his lips and nodded to Clyde.
"Come north and see." Whispered a soft voice.
"Who's there?" asked a confused Jon, as he searched around the god woods hoping to find Theon or Rob trying to play a joke on him.
"Fufill your promise or the whole north will suffer. Come north and see." Whispered the soft voice again as a breeze passed by.
After one of the many of the norths summer storms passed the lord of Winterfell went out to make sure all of his people were safe in shelter or at the very least their families could mourn them properly.
Lord Stark gathered his guards and began to walk through the snow at a slow pace to make sure that did not miss anyone buried beneath it.
"Fuckin hell my balls are gonna be frozen off before we get anywhere at this pace." Complained a young guard named Heath. He was tall well-built man, with blond short hair and the beginnings of a beard.
"Shut up! March no ones paying you to think only to keep putting one foot in front of the other." Said Captain of the guard Jory.
Heath was about to make a remark that would surely make him clean out the horse stalls till the long night would come again. When the remark was on the tip of his tongue a movement on his far right grabbed his attention.
"My Lord, I think someone is out in the gods wood." Said Heath through clattering teeth.
Lord Stark turned his head towards the gods wood and caught sight of his son Jon attempting to lite a fire. With haste Lord Stark began sprinting towards the gods wood he needed to make sure that Jon was okay.
Jon looked towards his pitiful excuse of a fire and decide he would waste no more time trying to lite it with the high winds that kept on suffocating the flame. Clyde who was laying imbedded on the snow began to shiver even more than before, Jon had to make a decision. He had to ask himself if he should give his coat to Clyde and hope that they would be found or just keep it for himself. Jon decided that the honorable thing to do was give his coat away and make it so a man did not have to suffer in his final moments. As Jon laid his coat across Clyde he whispered that he was sorry if he would have just waited in the kitchen with all of the other children this man would not be suffering, but how could he have when he heard what Lady Stark said that it would have been a blessing by the seven if Jon where to disappear into one of the many storms. As a tear began to fall down Jon's check without any of his permission he reached his hand up to wipe it away. Loud footsteps began to echo all around Jon, Jon toke up a defensive stance in case an animal was to attack.
Before Jon had a chance to do anything two strong arms wrapped around him. Jon hesitated for a second than he embraced the hug after his father's scent hit him. Lord Stark turned Jon's head back and forth checking him for any injuries.
"What in the seven hells where you doing out here boy?" asked Lord Stark with concern lacing his voice.
"I was just praying to the old gods father. Clyde found me out here and he took the worst of the storm he needs a maester father." Said Jon as he pointed to where Clyde's body was so the guards could carry him.
"Foolish boy you can pray to them any other time than during a storm I taught you better than that." Scolded Lord Stark with a scowl on his face.
"I am sorry father." Said Jon while he looked down at his boots.
"Guards take that man to the maester and after check on all the small settlements near Winterfell." Commanded Lord Stark as he put a hand on Jon's shoulder lightly pushing him towards the castle.