Chapter 4
Author's Note: I apologize for constantly changing my already published chapters. For better or for worse I am going to leave them as they are now. Before anyone complains about Shirou getting too much power because of his prana core I think he isn't too overpowered. While the amount of prana his new core is able to create is much larger than what his old 27 circuits we capable of, at this time I would say that Jon can only mentally access about 150 units of prana reliably, Rin had more than three times than in od. He does not have the necessary knowledge about arias or magecraft to make the best use of his new abilities. He only has Structural Grasp and Reinforcement, and those spells do not use that much prana. I will go over the specifics about the reincarnation later, but it's a bit different than Roa's. Thank you for your interest in my story and please leave a comment. :)
Chapter 4- A Dragon by my side again
Jon dreamt of magic. He did his outmost to keep this revelation a secret, but he could no longer deny the mystical nature of what he sees when he slumbers. He asked Old Nan about dreaming about fires and spells and learned that ancient greenseers and some Targaryens had dreams involving the arcane. Given this illuminating story he asked her for more stories about magic. While most of the southron servants and even some of the northeners in Winterfell scoffed at Old Nan's tales and dismissed them as an attempt to entertain children, Jon kept an open mind and asked Maester Luwin what he knew about magic.
"I am sorry to disappoint you Jon, but the tales of magic are just tales now. While magic may have been a great force in the world in the past, after the Doom of Valyria it has faded from the world. Most magic practitioners are merely lying mummers now."
Jon was disappointed to hear that, but he knew that his capabilities are certainly no lie. While getting information on whatever he gazed on and making objects stronger are not amazingly powerful, they were not mummery. It took him some practice to learn how to do it, but Jon now reinforces all the food he creates. While his cooking had no need to be even more delicious, reinforcement provided even more nourishment and health to those who consumed them. "I am glad that I am able to give Rickon healthy treats that he loves to eat." Jon smiled at the thought of his youngest brother.
It was several days before his ninth nameday and he received a test of courage from Robb and his new companion Theon Greyjoy. While the Ironborn never liked him, Jon was nothing if not courteous and most attempts by the kraken to treat him poorly was stopped in his tracks by the people of Winterfell, who all think highly of the hardworking and kind son of their lord. "He's just jealous of your talent with a bow." The master at arms told Jon.
Jon agreed to explore the crypts. The only person who stays in the crypts for an extended period of time is his father, who pays respects to Jon's deceased grandfather, uncle and aunt. Most people are unnerved at the thought of staying in a cold, dark place filled with Stark ancestors.
What truly convinced Jon that he should explore the crypts is a tale that Old Nan mentioned concerning dragons and Winterfell. Apparently, some Targaryen prince visited the castle and asked Lord Cregan Stark for aid during the Dance of Dragons. The tale went that there was clutch somewhere hidden in the crypts.
Jon had claimed on several instances that he smelled fire from the depths of the crypts, only to be told by his siblings that they don't smell anything and be asked to accompany them out of the crypts when they felt rattled.
Jon noticed that the energy that he perceives in the air has grown stronger and that the scent he perceives is close by. When he reached a black treasure chest with red designs he knew he found the source of the scent.
While Jon didn't have the key to open the lock he now had the skill to use reinforcement to raise his physical strength to the point where that would not stop him from reaching his prize. He gasped and smiled widely at the three eggs he discovered. One was cerulean like a winter rose, the second was a bold crimson like a ruby, and the last one was a light yellow like gold. They all shared silver colored veins contrasting against each egg's primary color.
"I can't wait until I show Arya, Bran and father." Jon thought giddily.
Lord Eddard Stark looked at his son and did his best to hide his unease. "Jon, where did you find these eggs?" he asked.
"I found them in the crypts." Jon told his father with a wide smile. "Would you look at this one, its just like a winter rose." Those words caused Ned's stomach to drop to his feet.
"Why were you in the crypts?" Ned asked his son. Jon has had a history of occasionally being odd and confounding people. When he started asking Old Nan and Maester Luwin about magic Ned was notified but was not too concerned at the time. Bran also had an interest in magic and he remembered Lyanna and Benjen being amazed with Old Nan's tales when he was young boy.
"I told everyone that I could smell a fire in the crypts and no one believed me. When Old Nan told me about dragon eggs being hidden in the crypts I just had to search for them." Jon told his father.
"Does this have to do with Jon's Targaryen lineage?" Ned wondered. When he took in Jon as a son, at the pleas of his sister Lyanna, he had hoped that the secret of his parentage would be buried and never surface. Looking into the violet eyes of his son Ned fears that won't be the case.
"Well you know you are not supposed to be in there alone, so I am afraid-" Ned started to say.
"Papa," Jon's eyes teared up as he started to beg, "Please let me keep the blue one, it makes me so happy and I promise I'll take good care of it."
"How can I say no when he is looking at me like that." Ned thought. "Alright you can keep just one, but you must keep it in your room and not to show it to everyone you see. Someone might try to take it from you." Ned heard the tales of how Targaryens were given their eggs in their cradles and didn't have the heart to rob a precious part of his son's heritage from him. "Just remember to ask Old Nan about the Tragedy of Summerhall before you go back to your room," he told Jon.
Jon has been drenching his egg in his blood for several days now. The golden energy that has always coated his body healed his wounds so there was no danger in shedding blood to the point where he should be dead ten times over. While his wisdom in shedding so much blood is questionable, Jon had enough foresight to find a spot where not many venture. Winterfell is a large castle after all, and only Bran attempts to explore and attempt to find all its secrets.
"And now it is time to focus my magic and reinforce the egg." Jon thought. While he heard of the Tragedy of Summerhall, Jon was certain that as long as he used magic instead of fire there shouldn't be a problem.
After pushing his magic in his egg Jon heard a crack, he panicked and was scared he destroyed his egg. But fortunately, it just shook several times before the beast inside hatched.
It was a small blue colored dragon with four legs and two wings on his back. It squealed for attention and pleaded for nourishment. Jon decided he should reach Old Nan as soon as possible and ask her what dragons eat.
"It's like a long-lost part of me has returned now that I have a dragon by my side."
Author's Note: I know that A Game of Thrones dragon only have their wings and their hind legs, but this is a Fate Stay Night dragon. Jon did put a lot of his dragon blood on the egg and its magical energy could have caused alterations. Try looking up the Nasuverse article online on dragons and see the picture on it if you'd like to see what I'm going for.
