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Chapter 1: A Meeting in the Snow

Ygritte was dead. Killed by a child. Jon Snow couldn't blame him and he wouldn't. He was a good boy and now Jon was on petrol for the acting Lord Commander Ser Alliser Thorne, who wanted him dead. He sighed as he kicked the snow, but end up kicking a bolder through the snow. "Ow! Damnit all!" Just my damned luck! First my father, then my Ygritte. Jon never could bring himself to saying his love no matter how much he missed her as the weeks passed into months. We should of never left that cave. None of this would of happened it we didn't.

A sound of a limb breaking knocked from his thoughts, but that was not all that followed. A paled skin creature with half of it's face missing and white skin stretched over it's visible skeleton. Large empty white walker eyes stared at Jon with a mace in his hand. Soon after six more looking very much the same of the first appeared. So then seven Whitewalkers stood before him.

Damn not good, Jon thought as he unsheathed his wolf hilted Valyrian sword. They stood there silent as death. All Jon could hear was the sound of his own breathing, the wind blowing in this dark curly hair, and the sound of his heart rate increase. He knew there was a more than good chance he might not live from this fight. Jon also knew without fire he was a doomed man. Fire was the only thing he knew that could kill the Whitewalkers. He didn't have time to make a fire so he was in a word... screwed and Jon had to much honor to turn tail and run. So he had no choice, but to cut them to pieces.

A white walker rushed with a mace raised for Jon's pretty head. Jon quickly ducked and rolled out the way. He stood moments later and parried it's next move before his blade sliced across it's belly, cutting it in half. Alright, that one isn't much of a problem at the moment. Now six more to go.

Jon turned to the rest as two lunged for him. He blocked one weapon and dodged the other, but the third came from behind and tackled him to the ground. Before he hit the ground however he shifted his body so the white walker wouldn't land on him. Once he landed he rolled as far as he could, but it wasn't far enough.

A foot landed across his stomach and stomped hard. "Argh!" Jon grunted as stab the creature's leg making the creature fall back. Blood escaped Jon's full lips as he stood. His back then hit a tree hard as a mace contacted with his chest.

Jon's vision blurred as they the closed in on him. A white walker raised his weapon before it swung, but the color silver and white felled his dying vision as he heard the clinging of weapons. Black dragon glass daggers shimmered before his eyes as the black dagger with silver handles stabbed into a white walker killing it instantly.

Then the barer of the dragon glass daggers turned to Jon making him gasp. It was a woman with silver-white hair that stretch pasted her slim waist. She wore tight black leather pants, boots, corset, and gloves, but she wore no cloak. Her slim stomach was exposed and along with her shoulders as if she couldn't feel the cold, but neither her beauty or her exposed pale flesh was what made him gasp. It was her eyes. They glowed a fiery blue like the Whitewalkers yet it was unlike the Whitewalkers for her's had life, a soul. Then she turned back and blocked a striked from another white walker. She jumped back with a back flip into a tree branch a good fifteen feet up.

"Soulless vermin," she commented with her commanding and smooth voice, "you take life that isn't yours to take." She jumped into a flip as she cut two down with her daggers. "I will not standby and watch a mortal die, but your filthy hands." She lunged forward for the last three, dispatching the first two with ease, but the last stood nine feet tall with a large bone like sword in his hand. It was strong and used a only brunt strength, but she was fast.

Speed proved to be best in this fight as her blade pierced it's heart. It turned to ash before it hit even the ground. Then she then cut into the last that Jon had split in half before she sheathed her daggers. She took a deep breath as she turned to Jon. Her expression sad as she neared him. "My name is Sapphire. I will not harm you." Jon couldn't say anything as he face planted into snow before her and he lost consciousness.

Days later he woke to a warm fire and a large pile of furs under and on him. Also to a woman laying near to him on a bed roll. She was fast a sleep or so it seemed. Her silver hair fanned around her and her mouth was slightly opened. Gods she was beautiful, but he couldn't remember how he knew her or how he ended up naked in a pile of furs.

Jon's head pounded as he sat up and he finally noticed his chest was wrapped in bandages. Just what happened to him? Why was he injured? Who was this silver hair girl? Why the hell was he naked?!

The girl groaned as she stirred in her sleep. Her eyes gently flipped opened and the memories of how he was injured came flooding in. Her eyes glowed gentler than they did before almost like a normal human's eyes, but they were still a strange blue color. Her lips were red against her pale flesh as she spoke, "You're awake. How are you feeling?"

"Like a giant sat on me." he replied.

She giggled, "Well at least that means your alive." she replied softly.

"Your name it's... Sapphire, right?"

"Yes, it is. I never got your name though. You passed out before you could tell me." Sapphire said.

"It's Jon Snow," he replied.

"Snow? So you are a bastard from the North?" She asked curious.

"Yes," he said with annoyance dripping from his voice.

"You don't like being called that I take it?" she sighed, "I didn't mean to offend you. Back in my time they didn't care if you were a bastard or not, but now a days it's seems such a big deal. How annoyingly imbecilic of mortals."

"You're time? Mortals?"

"Oh yes, I'm over ten thousand years old, young man," she informed him with a slightly amused smile.

"How is that possible?"

"Because I'm like the Whitewalkers... I'm dead." She said with a sad expression.

"Then why did you same me?" Jon inquired.

"I was a Crow long ago before I died and was give this second life." she spoke softly as she explained. "Long ago it didn't matter if you were female or male as long as you fought and protected the ones you gave your life for. I still live by my oath from all those years ago, even though I already gave my life for the cause and freed from all oaths."

"For ten thousand years?"

"More or less yes. I honestly hope I haven't frightened you. My eyes aren't the most... welcoming." she said as loneliness felled her eyes.

"You haven't," he said as he stomach growled making her laugh.

"I hunted a deer while you where out. I've skinned it already so I'll get to cooking it." She said as she left the cave to return with a large doe in on hand and a knife in the other. She cut the legs from the creature and shove thin steel bar throw then and placed them on a cooking rack above a pot. With the rest she took them outside and packed it in snow.

"Hope my cooking isn't to rusty. I usually just eat what I catch raw." she said as she turned the meat.

"You said you were dead, then why do you eat?" he asked.

"Oh, I do eat. I was killed then brought back into something neither white walker nor human. I eat, sleep, breath, my heart beats, and my skin is warm, but my eyes mark me as one of them. Also like them I can't get cold." she said as she sat on her bed roll and stared into the fire.

"So you aren't dead. Your a cross bread." Jon stated.

She turned to him and smiled, "I guess you can say that."

"Those daggers are dragon glass aren't they?" he asked.

"Yes," she whispered. "Did you ever ask yourself what was the purpose of a dragon?"

"The purpose of a dragon? They are dead. They no longer have a purpose." he said.

"No they only slept," she informed him.

"Dragons still exist?!"

"Yes, three to be exact, though they are only babes at the moment." she informed him as she crawled over to him, "One is blacker than night, then one red as fire, and the last greener that wild firer." Her eyes trailed on him like a predator.

Jon's heart rate increased, "How do you know this?"

"Dragon blood runs deep in this ones vain child," she informed him.

"You're a Targaryen?"

"What's a Targaryen? Is that what they call my dragon blooded descendants now?" she asked as she towered of him with their lips only inches from one another as her hair fell around them as if hiding them from the world.

Jon gulped, "I suppose."

Her lips touch his forehead as she kissed him, but then she drew away saying, "Good your fever is still broken. It was quite the fight last night. Especially with your little stripe show." she said with a sly smile.

"Stripe show?" he asked as he arched an eyebrow.

"Oh yes," she said, "you practically ripped all your own clothes off last night. I must say I liked what I saw." Then she giggled making him flush.

"I wouldn't do something like that," he denied.

"Oh my dear, you couldn't help it. You were overcomed by your fever. You knew not what you were doing." she explained.

"Where are my clothes?" he asked not seeing them anywhere.

"Well after your fever broke I washed them and they are still drying in the next cave over." she informed him. "I'll go get them," she said as she stood, "Keep an eye on the meat will you?"

"Sure," he replied before she left him alone with the warm fire.

Sapphire stepped out the cave and in held the morning air. "Today might be bearable." she told herself as she stretched. She couldn't remember the last time she had company. Especially handsome like the man naked in the her cave. Jon Snow looks like Gabriel, she thought. He's been dead for ten thousand years. He didn't love me enough to stay with me after I... changed. She sighed sadly as the memories of the man who she loved and who betrayed her violated her mind. He isn't him. Jon seems to have a higher sense of honor than Gabriel ever did.

Finally she shook her head before she jogged over to the neighboring cave. His clothes were laid out over large bowlders around a small fire she built to help dry his clothes. Her hand slide down his cloak it was damp but it would be dry in an hour or two. His clothes reminded her of the time she herself was a Crow. She hated feeling trapped as one of them. She didn't have a choice at the time of course. She was sold to them by her parents, but that mattered no longer after all they were all dead. Sapphire didn't regret being one of them though. It was the part about not having a choice that she hated.

She stomped the fire out and grabbed his clothes then quickly left the cave. She need to stop thinking of the pasted all of it was said and done and useless. Sapphire had other things need doing. Winter was coming. She had men need training and she need to find the weapons she stored away long ago for future Crows that would fight the Whitewalkers.

"Hey," she said as she enter the cave. "Your clothes are still damp so I'll lay them out in here to dry." She placed his clothes near the fire before she turned to the meat and turned it. "So is Castle Black doing alright? It's been about five hundred years since I've been there."

"Fine, as it can be," He replied, "They've yet to choose a new Lord Commander though." He replied.

She chuckle, "For some reason I have a felling it will be you. I myself was once Lord Commander when women where allowed to join, but in those days we were more of a people of our own."

"What do you mean by that?" he asked as he sat up.

She stared into the fire before she spoke, "We where the Black Crow Tribe long ago when the world was young and before history was recorded."

"What was it like back then?" he asked.

"Primitive," was all she said.

"Not what I meant,"

"I know," she said as she continued to stare at the fire for a long moment before she spoke again, "Those times don't hold pretty memories for me. I was an outsider with my white hair even now I am to everyone and my eyes don't help either. I was bullied, beaten, and they tried to burn me. My own parents treated me like garbage and then they sold me to the Black Crow Tribe. I was a slave all my life until I took my oath for the Crows. They were like my brothers and my sisters. Unfortunately we were dying off. The white walker were killing off the only family I every had, one by one. Soon after I was made Lord Commander and I fell in love with my second in command Gabriel. Then on petrol I was killed and when I woke my hands were around my love's neck. I remember whispering 'Gabriel?' and I dropped him. Then I fell to my knees, staring at my shaking hands. I couldn't believe what I had done. I didn't remember doing it," she sighed, "I really don't want to talk about this."

"Then don't," Jon said.

Sapphire turned to him, "Thank you, I really do detest my past. You should rest. I'll wake you when dinner is ready."

"Very well," Jon replied as he laid back and closed his eyes.

Sapphire gazed at him as he slept. She saw the pain in his eyes and it made her wonder what transpired. Was he betrayed? No that does not match that look. Did the love of his life die? Yes that was the expression on his face. The pain of losing the person you loved most in the world, a pain she knew all to well.

She tore her eyes from him. You can't have him, Sapphire told herself. Your fate is wonder this world alone. Though she knew she would give anything to have a man like this Jon Snow love her. She wanted love that much was true. Did she deserve love? Hell yeah she did, but who could love a halfbreed like her? Who? Could it be Jon or someone else? She had looked for so long we she every find what she sought? She did knew not.