A/N:
Wassap my lovely readers? You're so awesome! Taking your time to read&review 3 (I'm super emotional cause that was a LONG day)
Oversharing much?
I'm still trying to figure out the website's format (feeling like an old lady, which I am not. ...Or Am I?)
Anyways,
Marvelmyra: I actually am not from NYC (I wish I could afford living there for a few months), but I've been there a few times. I cheked anyways, and they have those automate food restaurants. I want to chock them out the next time I'll be in the city!
thewookie1: That's a good idea, if the book existed, but I'll have a different explanation for the whole weird quotations (except for my own entertainment).
Thanks again to my reviewers and readers! you guys mean a lot to me!
Enjoy~~~
When we got to the street south of the park Jon was speechless. The amount of people and cars and advertisement and screens on our way rose too many questions that I was getting tired of answering.
I had to pull him by the arm so he won't jump into traffic or stare at funny looking people for too long. For him all the people were funny looking people, even the angry ones you shouldn't make an eye contact with.
"The big board up there," He pointed. "It's asking if we're hungry because it can offer us a 'Big Mac', the other one is offering the service of a lawyer. And that weird one with that colorful creature-what is Geico insurance?"
"Advertisement. They're trying to sell us things we don't nee-watch it, Snow!" I said as I pulled him once again from the busy road. "I told you, you do not cross when the orange hand is showing! Wait for the bright walking man!"
"This is too confusing." Jon said and looked at the tall buildings around us. "I thought the Wall was the tallest man-made wonder, but here… the city is made of buildings twice its height."
"You mean the Great Wall of China?" I asked. It is known for its length, not for its height. That would be weird to think it's the highest man made thing in the world.
"No," He said bitterly, then pause to think about his next question. "How many people live here?"
"A bit more than eight million and a half," I answered, pulling his arm as the light changed and we could cross to Central Park.
"Eight and a half million?" He echoed my word. "This world of yours…" He mumbled, looking around as we walked into the greenest part of Manhattan.
"Finally," I sighed in relief. "Now we only have 840 something acres to find that buddy wolf of yours." I said, not really expecting to find anything like that. A direwolf, he said? Aren't those giant-wolves my fellow nerds imagine while playing d&d?
The southern part of the park was the more crowded touristy one. Jon smiled with amusement at the street performers who showed off with some fake swords tricks.
"They will need more practice." He stated as we passed them. "It's a great show, but when the real enemy will come they will not stand a chance."
He looked way calmer in the green park than on the busy streets. "Finally, some trees." He said while we strolled through Strawberry Fields and the noises weakened.
"Even though I've been living here for two years already, I have to agree with that." I said. "Too many noise and pollution and cars and gray stuff."
We walked in a rather pleasant silence for some time, looking at the kids running around, the dogs and the poor horses that carried actual carriages.
"That man from before," Jon said, "Ben the Jerk. He loves you."
I rolled my eyes. "He wants me. It's not the same as love." I said. I hoped Ben will give up after two months, but he still pathetically tries to serenade and convince me to go back to him. It's just his bruised ego talking. "He's an idiot, and we weren't really dating. I ended it after a few days when his real face showed, and he's been trying to convince me otherwise ever since, so he can be the one who dumps me. Honestly, I think he's just bored and likes the drama."
Jon snorted, "He needs to find himself some honor." He said and we got into Shakespeare's Gardens. "You said this is the closest thing you have to a forest, yet all I see is green planes, gardens and fountains."
'"Yeah, I know. We should've start from the northern part of the park. Now we'll have to cross all of those baseball fields." I complained. I've never been one to appreciate sports. Too lazy, and not competitive at all.
"I should've brought at least my knife. I can hunt us supper."
"NO hunting." I said sternly. "We didn't even had lunch and you already want to go on a murder spree?"
He wasn't satisfied with my answer. "If all you have here is Kit-Kats and pancakes-"
"No. Hunting." I said.
"But-"
"No."
Then we heard a buzzing sound, followed by the voice of David Bowie, coming from Jon's pocket.
"Give me my Phone already!" I said reaching to his pants, not really thinking where I am really sending my hands to.
"No!" he said childishly, almost jumping backwards as he took the phone out of his pocket. Jon looked at the screen, squinting his eyes like an old lady.
"It's a combination of numbers." He said.
"It's probably an add."
"Shall I choose red or green?"
"Do as you like." I answered. Then he slid the green button and carefully listened to the phone.
"Do you need a fifty thousand dollar loan?" He asked.
"No." I crossed my arms. "Press red."
He gave me a look as he still listened to the phone. "It says it's good conditions and no strings attached-"
"Choose the fucking red button!"
He hung up, thanks Hendrix (the god of guitar playing and acid).
There was a moment of silence as we walked down the trails. Reaching a part with more trees, hills and rocks. He looked around and then at my phone that was still in his hand.
"So, can you tell me what is the use of this thing?" He asked finally.
"Well, today it's everything. Maps, camera, internet search, entertainment. But it is firstly a device of communication."
When he heard the last words, I could see a light in his eyes.
"And how do I use that device of communication?"
"If you want to call someone, you put in their number and-"
I couldn't end my sentence because he dragged me into the woods and held my hands. "You say you can talk with someone using that device? Anyone?"
I blinked. He was too close, weirdly excited about it with an eager look in his eyes. "Well, anyone who has a phone-"
"Can you call my queen?" He asked, like he found a cure for freaking cancer.
"Does your queen have a phone number or is she in the same mental state as you are?" I asked, unable to take my hands back, his hands rough and strong.
He sighed and let my hands go, "You have numbers for everything in your world? First the Kit-Kat, now the phone."
"I can look for her online it you'd like." I offered. "I just need my phone."
He gave me that hopeful look again and handed me the small block of black glass and blue leather. I opened Google search.
"Alright, what is her name?" I asked.
"Daenerys Stormborn Targaryen," He said and I typed. "Quite a name." I said, almost hitting the search button as he continued-
"First of her name, Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar, Queen of the First Men, Lady regnant of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Chains, Mother of-"
"Okay, O-K! That will be enough." I held a hand up to stop him. "You don't know what cars are but you do know all that?" I asked, annoyed.
I looked for her on google.
Nothing.
I looked for Winterfell, too.
Nothing as well.
I sighed, "Sorry, buddy. No Daenerys or Winterfell. Google can't find it." The tiny light that was in his eyes darkened.
"Then ask someone else." He almost commanded.
"If Google can't find it, no one can." I told him.
He was looking at the ground, then stepped back a little and looked back at the trail. "Then we better keep looking for Ghost."
We went back on the trail. I felt bad for him, he looked like he really needs his queen. The story of him coming from a medieval time, a different world even, started to be convincing, but I didn't know if I want to believe such a thing. It's beyond mad.
Good thing I have some crazy friends. I'll might use their help, but first, I need to make sure I'm not crazy participating in Jon's weird act. As much as I'd like to believe it, he doesn't look like he's under any drug influence or lying.
"This place is big." Jon said, looking at the baseball fields on our right.
"Yep." I said, not wanting to tell him about that if there's a wolf, it's probably in the North Woods. Ya'know, in the north of Central Park. Now we were pretty much in the south, starting to walk by Jackie Kennedy's lake. It was too quiet so I started to get nosy.
"So tell me about your queen," I said. "Is she, like, your wife? Because you said you're a king."
He looked at me, puzzled. "We are not married." He answered, not looking like he wants to talk about it, but I still pushed.
"Yet?" I asked.
"No!" He said, giving me an annoyed look. "I don't think so. I pledged my loyalty to her… we sailed together to Winterfell. My people, they finally started to accept her and to see her as who she is but then…"
"How does she look like?" I wondered as we passed the giant lake. We walked pretty fast, Jon quickening his stride, getting frustrated with the size of the park and the topic of conversation.
"Well," He started, "She doesn't look like most people… her skin is like ivory, her hair silver and her eyes… they're violet. She's about your height, but not a noisey-"
"Are you blushing?" I asked with a snort, bemused, as we started walking by the north meadow, where they had more baseball fields.
"No! It's just… it's very hot here. I'm used to snow and frost." He claimed.
"Jon and Daenerys, sitting on a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-" His hand stopped me from finishing my very mature singing. I wanted to bite his hand but he shushed me with a finger on his mouth.
"I think I heard something," He whispered and walked off the trail, into the woods. I followed him, curious. I don't know about direwolves, but maybe we're going to find a radioactive dire-squirrel.
We went deeper into the north woods, and I've never imagined that you could go that deep into Central Park's woods, but who knows? That place is huge.
A smile started to form on Jon's face. "He's here. I know it." He said and the light came back to his eyes. We climbed up a little, but when we stopped I almost screamed, the only thing stopping me was Jon's hand on my mouth again, because in front of us was a fucking, freacking, mother-loving giant effffing wolf. He was the size of a big horse, his fur white as snow, and his eyes red as blood.
A/N:
Sooo... Ghost's in the picture now.
What do you think? If you'd see a direwolf, would you be able to deny the existence of Westeros? I know I'll believe everything after that haha
Hope you enjoyed!
Till next time,
~A Girl Has Many Names~