Chapter Three- Don't Let Go

It was the same nightmare as it had for weeks Jon was somewhere foreign somewhere he felt alone the walls closing in around him desolate and unfazed, no one grazing in the halls. He ran up flight of stairs and down others running down rooms as he screamed for someone, anyone but no one answered his calls, he was alone. He came to halt gaining his breath pressing his hand to a wall, as he stood a loud scream echoed through the several walls, then another scream followed the last. Without thought Jon took off rushing to the yell he knew the voice and his heart thumped faster in his chest. The halls were covered with guttering torches on the walls of the stone casting unbearable light littered with darkness but he didn't need to trust that he followed the yell. He kicked open a door where the scream came but he found no one was there, he searched the room cursing as he found nothing but an empty hollow room. Another scream came from behind him and he knew the voice and with haste took off, sprinting, his feet pounding the stone.

For how long he did this he hadn't a clue, running back and forth as the screams filled his ears as he kicked another door and another door open, pain ran through his veins as he pushed on searching everywhere until one last door stood before him and with a kick the door burst open. But it wasn't who he thought but a man with a blurred face and he turned to Jon then with a smile burst into fire snow fell down on him, it swished around him his vision blurred as he came closer the man faded as the ground collapsed under him as the winds took up hitting him with a sting as the speed was unbearable. Raising his arm blocking his eyes as he heard a brash roar from within the ground so loud he needed to press his hands to his ears trying to block the large thunder. Crows came from the crater swirling around him, until a fire burst from the ground swallowing everything around to burst aflame as the sky turned red above him. Jon stood as the ground shook until he saw a pair of great golden eyes.

His body shot up from the bed sweat running down his brow as he breathed profoundly. The same nightmare for weeks, what was worse it was causing him to feel agony, the screams were his sisters he knew them and heard them for nights and nights plaguing him like a disease that festered inside of him. The nightmare was becoming unbearable and needed to shake them from his mind as he knew it was a nightmare nothing more. The bright sun shined into his room giving him the light he needed, pushing off the bed he slipped on his clothes, and went to brake his fast. Most mornings he spent by his lonesome.

After he eat Jon hadn't read his favorite book in quite some time and left for the small library on the either side of the castle. Passing many rooms as he went through the halls of his home, countless people passed but none spoke a word to the bastard, still he felt this was a home he felt apart of now and always.

In no time he stood before the small library no one in the room the dust covering the many shelves and different colored books. Only one tiny window in the back shined light into the small lit room with a few lit candles. Countless times he found himself here sulking alone when he was just a boy. Jon traveled deeper in the room passing the many shelves his fingers grazed the books all different shapes and sizes with so much information many he had read and many he did not. Passing the countless books he found a shelf with the history of the many houses. Searching through the vast amount of books. He went and swiftly found his favorite book the history of Targaryen house, a red and black leather book with the dragon with three heads on the cover. Jon smiled gazing over the dragon, he always wondered what the world was if dragons still soared through the sky. He pulled the book from the shelve and lost himself deep in the many kings and lives, some evil others young and some fighting battles. He thought the history of them the house with dragons were a fantasy that he would never have a chance to see.

Unknown to him in the corner of the library behind him in the darkness his little sister Arya sat reading herself and grinned when she saw her brother enter the library not noticing her. As always she was as silent as a cat, her body silent and still. As the years had passed she was taller and her hair long in a long braid running down her shoulders. Seeing her brother lost as he was many times she grinned with a sly smile. Slipping her book down on the shelf as silent as a whisper she sat up from the leather chair standing on the floor. Her feet silently moved forward each step precise as was the last the wooden floor never creaking knowing where to place her feet. Jon was currently reading of the king Aegon and how he burnt down Harrenhal with his dragon unnoticed to the girl several inches behind him, her breathing silent, slipping closer ever so gently. With the last smile Arya pounced forward up onto his back wrapping her arms around his chest and her body around him like a snake coiling around his body.

With a bang Jon dropped his book falling on the ground as he lost his footing falling forward with the extra weight, hearing someone laugh. Throwing his arms forward he caught himself pressing his hands to the shelve keeping himself on his feet. He turned back looking at his sister and saw a bright smile on her face and her eyes opened wide. She had done this many times playing tricks on him with a laugh and every time he enjoyed the trick. Jon's face softened smiling like an idiot.

"What are you doing sister?" Jon asked with a smile.

"I was bored. And I wanted to have some fun." Arya replied with a cheeky smile.

"Can't you find amusement another way, instead of trying to bust my head open." Jon asked.

"No." Was her response. He stood for a moment as she stayed tangled around him, a long silence followed so long to give Arya the chance to tighten her grip on her brother.

"Do you plan to stay on my back all day or will you get off." He asked sarcastically not caring if his sister spent the day on his back, even if his back ached he wouldn't care feeling his sister's grip around him the girl that always made him smile.

"Hmm maybe. You'll just have to wait brother. I like being able to gaze at the many people below me." She stated with a grin.

"You'll need to be higher to do that. If you are goanna stay on my back I hope you don't mind if I run, I like to run in the morning." He declared as in an instant he grabbed hold of her legs a grip on her thighs, keeping her up taking off at a jog holding his sister up. He sprinted out of the library as fast as he could turning descending down the hallways several desolate hallways as they were filled to the sweetest tune Jon would always remember better than any music, more beautiful than any song his sister's laugh. He joined her laughs as he ran down further. He dogged and weaved past the many people as they curse him not caring as he listened to his sister's laugh. As they ran Jon saw Theon a yard before him.

"Hey Theon." Both Arya and Jon said in unison as they had done so many times before together. Theon turned toward them the last second to catch a glimpse of Jon bumping past him. Theon scoffed as he watched the two weirdest individuals he had ever meet, the bastard and the girl that never fit in. not only were they strange they were always near the other Theon trying his best to stay clear from their laughs.

Arya held on imaging her brother was a dragon and she was flying in the open blue sky.

"You're my dragon Jon. You're my fearsome fire breathing dragon, all cower in fear when they see you!" She yelled to Jon's laugh. He laughed his sister's imagination always amazed him and he played along, like he had done many times before.

"And you are my Targaryen queen. A woman as fierce as she is gentle. What does my queen command?" He asked still running.

"Roar my dragon. Roar so loud that everyone will hear your fearsome yell!" She yelled, her voice ringing far out into the vast Winterfell. Jon came to a screeching halt as he sucked in the air then with air in his lungs yelled out into the many halls his voice ringing as Arya cheered him on.

"Anyone who stands in my way will fear my dragons wraith." She yelled. With that Jon took off at a soar. Arya imagined Jon was a great colossal dragon like in the years of old and she was queen with a crown on her head, roaming the seven kingdoms on the back of her dragon. With the air flowing through her hair the dragon flapped its wings as it roared, its voice booming out into the air and Westores as men cowered down below. Nothing stood before her when her dragon was near. The vast lands were miles below her as the dragon breathed fire the smoldering heat hitting her. The scales felt warm against on her dragon and she felt at home, her dragon understood her better than anyone. With another roar he flapped his wings and they descended down into the vast green of the north through the clouds she could see her home from a far and many tiny little dots scattered throughout so small like ants. As they soared closer her dragon came to a sudden halt. The sky disappeared as she was brought back to reality, brought back to Winterfell the stone wall a limitation to her once vast kingdom. Before her no longer was Winterfell but her mother with a stern face, her eyes littered with anger as she starred at Jon.

"What are you two doing?" She asked furiously.

"Having fun." Arya answered quickly as her grip tightened around her brother, feeling his heart beat rapidly.

"What are you doing, bastard?" She asked Jon, her eyes piercing through him. Arya never once heard her mother speck his name, not once, she knew he was her half brother but to her she was her true brother more than the other's.

"I was playing games with my sister." He found his voice, causing Catelyn to smile.

"Aren't you too old to be playing games." Catelyn said darkly. Jon stood still his throat choked on his words as he felt his sister tighten her grip around him, her hand gripping his cloth.

"Come Arya you need to finish your stitching." She stated, not waiting for the bastard to speak.

"But." She stammered, hoping to spend the day with her brother, having more fun.

"Arya." Catelyn ordered with no arguments. With sorrow she hoped off her brother landing on her feet and she went past her brother as her mother turned and went down the hallway. Arya seeing her brother at the last moment his hand found hers, gripping her giving her a reassuring grasp as he leaned forward placing a kiss on her forehead. With a smile she hurried off causing Jon to smile.