Greenseer Jon

Jon watched the clouds twist and turn as he flew high above them. Thunder and lightning boomed below lighting up dark clouds with streaks of purple. A churning rumbling sound ripped through the air as the cloud began spinning. The air above the twisting supercell chilled from northern winds. More lightning flashed across the clouds as Jon watched the funnel descend.

He raised his hands and pushed his burgeoning telekinesis to its absolute limit. After witnessing the storm strengthen from the downdraft of cold winds, Jon had an idea. With a bit of focus he found the Lannister army marching towards King's landing. He took hold of the cold and experimented.

By feeding it only a little of the cold air at a time Jon figured out how to steer the storm. Jon focused on the updraft of warm air and tightened his hold over the storm.

Telekinesis was a crazy skill. At first, he struggled to lift a few grains of sand. But after a few weeks of practice, he was able to manipulate vast air currents. Well, it was still a struggle to move rocks, but he found it much easier to manipulate air currents. The hot and cold air seemed to jump to be wielded by him.

With some steady manipulation of the currents Jon picked up the funnel. Then he flew forward and pushed the storm into hotter wetter land. The supercell gleefully jumped at his direction like one of Winterfell's hunting hounds.

That didn't mean it was easy. The further south he traveled the dryer the air became, and the cold wind dipped. Most of his storm's power vanished when he came upon the outskirts of the Lannister host.

Jon dropped it and the funnel slammed hard into the Lannister rear guard. Red banners shot up through the funnel flying above the clouds. But his storm was losing strength. There was plenty of hot air but precious little of the cool northern winds he needed. In a few weeks he might have enough, but they'd be even further away by then.

He drove the storm through a line of men. Terrible black swirling wind ripped men from their horses and weapons from their hands. Large hail stones the size of fists fell from the storm depleting his cold air even faster. While the storm had been eager there was little to no northern winds left. Sure, he could blast the others but that would be overstepping. Outright obliterating armies with ki would draw too much attention to him. Riling up a storm was more subtle.

Jon had come here to learn. He wanted to know what happened and why. Blasting armies would only call attention from the lower gods of this world.

By the time his storm ran out of power he'd only killed 80 men and wounded hundreds. Most of the men died from the hail instead of the funnel. After losing so much cold air his funnel had been puny. Jon stared down at the dissipating storm. He could only make use of a storm when hot humid air and cold dry air clashed. There was clearly a sweet spot where he could use a storm.

…

Jon closed his eyes and located Robb. His brother was surrounded by northerners and weak just like Theon. If he had any doubts before he knew now that this wasn't his timeline. The Jon of this world never trained with Master Zamasu or never shared his training with Robb or Theon.

He descended from the clouds and found himself facing Robb's tent. The Northern guards stared at him descending from the sky and gaped at him. Neither of them even called out when Jon touched down.

"I've come to speak with Robb." While most of the camp was in a state of sleep and wariness only the guards saw Jon's descent.

"His grace is busy and won't see anyone. You'll have to wait." The flap to Robb's tent opened and Jon stepped through. Neither men reacted before the tent flap closed behind him. To their eyes Jon would have vanished. Greywind's eyes pricked, and he sniffed the air and looked at Jon before giving out a happy yip.

Robb shot up from his bed naked and covered a dark-skinned woman with a blanket. "Jon what are you doing here?" Robb asked in shock.

"I've come to speak with you about our brothers, Theon, and the Boltons." Jon said with a smile. Robb stared at the halo hovering above Jon's head. And noticed that Jon's feet didn't touch the ground.

"Is this a dream?" Robb asked.

The woman beside Robb began to come to and gasped. "Robb what is he doing in here?" The dark-skinned woman asked.

"I'm technically using a version of the greensight. At the moment I'm below a weirwood tree." Jon said.

"The stories never mentioned this." Robb argued.

Jon raised an eyebrow. "Oh, which one of those story tellers was a greenseer. We know of Bran the builder and that's about it. Its not an easy power to wield either."

"Magic is like a sword with no hilt." The woman in his brother's bed said.

"Oh, it has its dangers, but I've mitigated them so far." Jon frowned. "Who are you and why are you in my brother's bed? Not that I don't like you but Robb this is family business."

Robb frowned. "She can stay. I trust her." Jon rolled his eyes. "You mentioned our brothers and Theon well speak. What have you discovered through you greensight?" Robb demanded.

"Theon was always the boastful type. If he shot a deer, then its rack was the largest a stag would ever have. When I found the squid, he was in irons and flayed by a Ramsay Snow." Jon said.

"Good its what the traitor deserves." Robb spat.

"He is a traitor and I sent him to the wall for it. But he didn't kill Rickon or Bran." Jon said. Robb's breath hitched at that.

"Then who did he kill." Robb asked.

"Two farm boys, still a heinous act." Jon shook his head. "You should have never sent him to Pyke. Bran is on his way to the night's watch." Jon met Robb's eyes and nodded. A calm settled over Robb and a smile slowly spread across his face. Tears slipped from his eyes and his shoulders sagged.

"What about Rickon?" Robb asked.

"He's on his way to Last Hearth." Jon said.

Robb nodded his head. "I'll send a raven to them on the marrow. You mentioned the Boltons, what have they done?" Robb asked. Greywind began to growl.

Jon turned to the woman. "Are you sure you want to hear what comes next? None of it is pleasant my lady." Jon said.

"I won't abandon Robb." The lady said.

"Who sent Ramsay to our home?" Jon asked and took a step forward. "Roose's son covered our home with his father's banners. There was talk of him forcefully marrying Lady Hornwood before he ate her fingers and locked her up."

"Roose leads half of my army. If I execute him then I won't have a chance. The Lannisters will win." Robb said.

"They won't be a problem for now. As we speak the Westerland army marches for King's landing." Jon turned for the tent's flap.

"Where are you going Jon?" Robb asked.

"Wherever I want. Perhaps, I'll find Arya and speak with her again. My time here will soon end, maintaining this state is taxing even for me." Jon said.

…

Myrcella

Myrcella Baratheon glared with all the intensity her nine-year-old body could handle. The red headed woman seemed impervious to her stare as she fawned over her Jon. She was messing with something that didn't belong to her and the little lioness wasn't having it. Plans to kill Petyr Baelish, Varys, and Joffrey had to be put on hold. No one was a more credible threat to her than the Red headed woman who fell with the comet. Had seven sent her to make Myrcella's life more difficult. She wouldn't put it past those things. This wasn't the first-time divine intervention bit her in the ass.

One anomaly was a coincidence but a second was a pattern. Worse of all was the way she fawned over Jon. Myrcella couldn't even confront her rival with her mother in the room.

"You claim to come from the sky. Did you happen to meet the seven up there?" Her mother asked and her mother's ladies in waiting giggled politely. The red head raised an eyebrow scanned her mother and dismissed her out of hand.

"There are human royals where I come from as well. Many are pious or pretend to be. When I left my world, heaven didn't impede my journey let alone seven. Do you find that concerning?" The red head shook her head. "I didn't enjoy watching over humans when it was my assignment. You are primitive creatures more willing name a god to answer questions than to look yourself. Why does rain fall; surely because a god is weeping, why do people grow sick; he must have displeased a god, and why do people grow old; so, they can meet their god." The Seraph shook her head.

Myrcella was impressed by her mother. She had barely said a word and already made an enemy of the red head. There was magic radiating from the alien. Even Myrcella could sense it. She was like a crossbow with its draw set a light squeeze of the trigger could set her off.

"Where is Jon?" The abrupt change of subject sent a whiplash through her mother.

"What does Eddard Stark's bastard mean to you?" Her mother asked with a hint of grating disapproval in her voice.

"He is the only one among you that interests me." With that the red head stood up and shook her head. "I've wasted enough time here." Before their eyes the woman vanished from sight.

Myrcella blinked and rubbed at her eyes. That was magic she rarely witnessed. Only when dozens of dragons fly the sky can faceless men pull off such feats. Does that mean her magic isn't linked to dragons? That's a problem.

…

She found Jon in the godswood. While Winterfell's house guards searched for any signs of their guest, Jon floated a few hands off the ground. She stared as tiny stones rotated around him floating in their own storm.

"It seems this place isn't private any longer." Jon said and turned his head to the side.

Myrcella cupped her mouth to hide a gasp. The red head stood where before there was only a clearing. She smiled and crossed her arms over her queer white coat.

"You are stronger than any human I've ever met. Even the hero Heinrich couldn't compete with your strength. I can sense it within you dragon and Dryad blood have mixed within you but the power you possess is beyond either of them. You should rule this world, but you choose not to. Why?"

Jon shook his head and looked away. Myrcella wanted to gasp when he didn't deny it. There was a confidence in him greater than any she'd seen. This Jon was not only powerful but used to being powerful.

"Knowing when to use power is sometimes more important than the power itself. I didn't become strong to rule my world, I have a greater purpose and I need your ship to fulfill it." The red head took to step back.

"Did you pull us here from the void?" The red head asked.

"No that is my master's doing. There are wars out in the universe that have gone on for millennia. They have brought the wrath of the gods upon them and I am the form it has taken. But I can't do this alone. I can't fly your ship or navigate the stars." Jon said.

Wings white with a few graying feathers flashed on the red head's back. A gray halo appeared on her head. Myrcella had to hold her breath. She saw something red circle Jon it rose like licking flames, but Jon didn't burn. He stood without a hint of worry. Myrcella quickly realized she'd put herself too close to a fight between a hunting hound and a boar.

"Even after I escaped one tyrannical god another has bound me. What else must I do preach this deity's name to the masses. Shall I begin burning libraries?" The red head hissed.

"No of course not. I need you to fly me to planet Barbari. For too long they've killed each other in an endless war. I need your help to end their war and set them on the path to peace and discovery. We need it here too and other planets need it." Jon said.

"How can I trust you won't betray me when your god feels the need to flex his power?" The red head asked.

"If my master was that type of deity, I wouldn't follow him. No, I'd kill him myself. He wouldn't be the first god I killed." Jon said.

Myrcella's breath hitched. What was going on? This wasn't the Jon she remembered. What was this world? This world was unbelievable and worse unpredictable. She had lived many lifetimes but never witnessed this.

"How do you plan to do it? If they've fought for that long, then how will you stop it." Jon closed his eyes and took a breath.

Author's Note: Thank you for reading. I plan to post one more time on Easter. Thank you for reading leave a review and tell me what you think. Next up the beginnings of the army and the return to king's landing.