Long time no see! I know that it took me so long to update, but I was really busy this summer.

I hope you like it :D

Wearing his new ruby necklace, Jon felt more comfortable than he did in the past, while holding it in his hands or hiding the ruby in his pockets. The "gift" was certainly helpful, but still Jon was uneasy about his whole interaction with the bald man. In the south no one was benevolent to others without a reason, or something to gain in return. Jon knew deep down, that the only reason why the measter was helping him was because he felt bored in the knights' company and wanted a travel companion. But this man Varys presented him with a valuable gift without revealing his intentions. The fact that he ignored his motives scared Jon. And the fact that he knew who "Egg" was, who Daeron Sand truly was scared him senseless. Varys was able to discern his identity in a short time. The man was certainly powerful in unconventional ways, his power resided in Knowledge. At dawn, as they were leaving the foul smelling city, Jon thanked the gods, both the old and the new, for there was no way he would meet Varys again;

With new mounts and fewer clothes, they reached the Stormlands within a few days, and got even to the Dornish marches where they chose to rest in one of the inns before entering the Dornish lands.

The inn was no different than the others they visited, though the hall was overly crowded. Knights, squires and lords, were drinking, eating, and some were laughing a crude laughter that resonated in Jon's ear. Most of them were heading toward a tourney, Jon heard, and were resting here before continuing their travels. Thus, the place was crowded, and they barely found a vacant room, one which they must share.

After a good sleep, Jon woke up to find his companions still in the room. The measter offered him a morsel of bread to eat, as they asked a servant to bring the food to them, instead of eating in the hall. Jon understood why they were obligated to do so, to confine themselves in these chambers. He knew they were hiding themselves too for some unknown reason, and that it was very likely for someone to recognize them here. But still he had no obligation to do so too.

This south, no one would ever recognize him, not when his hair is no longer the same, not in the Stormlands where the northerners rarely set a foot. After having the measter's permission, he got out of the inn, and started looking for the pond he noticed earlier. He needed to wash himself very badly, as he hadn't done ever since they left the capitol. The pond was not very far, and Jon enjoyed the quietness and the peaceful atmosphere. It reminded him of the north.

The water was cold and clear, something he was pleased with. He washed himself, and swam at the same time. As he got out and wore his clothes again, he took the knife to cut his hair like he always did, but decided against it at the last moment. It would be wiser to leave his locks untouched. His hair was no longer the same, its color changed drastically from its usual dark brown to a pale blond. It almost looked like silver he remarked. He had no explanation to what or why this happened. But somehow the whole change was beneficial, as nobody would think that a blond haired boy is the lost bastard of Winterfell. It also showed that the boy inside him was no longer the same.

As he was trying to get himself prepared to return to the inn, he noticed a man sitting next to a fire. It was such an unusual sight especially in this heat. He was all clad in a faded red, and was looking through the flames, the same way measter Lewyn looked when he was reading a valyrian text, Jon thought.

This foreign sight made Jon curious; he wanted to know why this man was sitting there. And so he approached him silently until he was only few foots away.

The man who now held a goatskin, probably filled with liquor, did not seem to notice him at all. But it was not true.

"I may be drunk, boy. But I know you're here" The man said.

"Forgive me my lord, I did not mean to disturb you. I was…. I was only curious….." Jon stuttered.

Hearing his words, the man laughed for what seemed a long time, before looking at Jon for the first time.

"I am no lord; I am only a simple man who finds pleasure in drinking and whoring. Although, I was something else before, at least I think I was" The man stated.

He sighed loudly and then added: "I don't blame you for being curious. I know how unusual I must seem to be, a man who is looking so intently at the fires, as if he's asking it to show him a vision".

Jon hesitated a few moments before finally asking: "Does the flames show you anything?"

"Come and see for yourself!"

For some reason, Jon felt compelled to do so even though the idea of seeing anything was pure madness. It was close to the stories Old Nan used to tell, unreal stories. Was he this bored to hear and heed the words of a drunken man? It seemed he was; for he approached him and focused on the flames before him.

He saw nothing.

But just as he tried to tear his eyes from the flames, something unexplained happen. He saw two men fighting, and then one of them struck the other with a warhammer. The blow was so massive that it caused the other man to fall from his horse, into his scattered ruby. The dying man looked into the sky and whispered one word that rang into Jon's mind: " Lyanna".

Shock and fear overwhelmed Jon at that moment. Did he lose his mind? Was he imagining things?

He was not sure about the answers, he was only certain that what he saw was just like a dream he had before.

The vision was so real it was as if it was a glimpse of the past.

But what confused him the most was why was he seeing this? Why did that man say his aunt's? And why was he linked to all of this? He must be either very tired, or very homesick, because now even the craziest things kept reminding him of The Starks, of his past.

He should have just ignored the man, and went back to the inn, he thought.

"It's nothing isn't it? All you see will be dancing flames." The drunkard interrupted

«Yes, there was nothing." He responded in a low voice.

«I must take my leave my lord" Jon added, before running farther as he could from the drunkard, who kept transfixing the fires.

When he finally reached the inn, he quickly went to the room they shared. Just as he was trying to enter, the door was opened. A man Jon never saw came out, looked at him for a second and then went his way. Without any second thoughts, Jon went in and greeted his companions, before settling in his claimed space to sleep, and perhaps to forget what happened. The next day he was woken up by a smiling measter.

«Our mission here is done." He had said.

«Our journey is near its end".