The last thing Jon Snow could remember was looking at a giant beast, a dire wolf. The beast was dead at the hands of a stag, its antlers ripping her open. But the stag was dead as well, from the wounds inflicted by the beast no doubt. And just when Jon went to take a closer look, his world darkened and he found himself in this place.
All around him he could see people, most of whom he did not know. He could feel the tension in the air as the people around him slowly come out of unconsciousness and dissolve into chaos. There was shouting, there was name-calling and lots of cursing. Some of them even looked ready to confront the other. That was until a man spoke up.
Jon's eyes went to the source of the voice. As he guessed, it was a man as tall as his father Ned Stark, with chocolate-coloured skin, chestnut hair that was brushed back neatly and crimson eyes that made a shiver run down the boy's spine. He wore garbs that fit royalty, black with intricate designs sewn on it in gold. He had a sword strapped to each side of his hip. But the look of those words did not seem familiar to Jon.
Beside him stood a woman who was half the size of him with snow pale skin, snowy white hair that was bound up in a neat bun and ice blue eyes that chilled Jon to the bone. She wore an elegant dress of baby blue, white and silver that complemented her rather impressive figure and showed off a generous amount of her bust. He was sure a few men behind him were eyeing her in a not so honourable way.
"Welcome people of Westeros" the man started. "I am sure you have many questions that you wish to ask. Allow me to answer a few common ones. You are no longer in your land of Westeros. You have been summoned here to look into the future so you might be able to fight the coming dangers that will cost every single one of your lives."
"Who exactly are you and how have you summoned us here?" asked a dwarf who was dressed in better garbs than any other dwarf that Jon knew. Which weren't that many.
"I did not summon any of you. I am simply playing host as I owed a debt to those that want you to be here."
"And they would be."
"Your gods. The old and the new,"
There was an instant uproar from everyone at the declaration. None of them believed it of course, and they were all very vocal about it. But even as Jon called this all a mummers farce, there was something in him that seemed to resonate with what the man had said. A part of him believed.
"Whether you believe me or not, that is up to you. But you were brought here and you will remain here until your task is accomplished. Before then you won't be able to leave."
"And who's going to stop us? You with those twigs?" boasted a knight in golden armour.
"Why yes," the man answered simply. The knight in reply drew his sword and charged towards the man. The man took one step forward and Jon could hear the winds whistle. The knight stopped and stared in shock at his sword. It was cleanly sliced at the hilt and the blade was on the ground at his feet. The man had one of those two odd-looking swords out, its black blade glinting against the lights of the torches.
"Anyone else?" the man asked and nobody else volunteered. He simply slid the sword back into its scabbard. "Whatever you require will be provided for you. You will see your future in segments and after every segment ends, you will be provided time to discuss what you have seen and be provided refreshments. The door behind us leads to a corridor that holds doors to each of your quarters. Each of you is assigned a different quarter and you will find your name on the door. Whilst you are here, time outside has been halted by the gods. So when you leave, you will be sent back to the exact moment that you were taken from" he explained. "I would request that you start as soon as possible so you can finish as soon as possible. And introduce yourselves before you begin. Some here have yet to know who you are" With those words spoken, the man and woman stepped through the doors and walked out of the room.
"Do you believe anything that man just said?" Jon heard someone ask.
"Whether we believe or not, that man is not mere man" a sharp aged voice spoke, a woman. "And I doubt we would be allowed to leave before finishing whatever we are to see. So we might as well go with it. For our own sakes" she cleared her throat. "I am Olenna Tyrel of High Garden and this is my granddaughter Margaery," she said right after. Something told Jon that even she was feeling something on the inside like he was.
"My name is Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell, Warden of The North. This is my wife Lady Catelyn Stark. And these are my children Robb, Sansa, Arya, Bran and Jon" he finished. Jon could feel a pair of venomous eyes boring into his back.
"Lord Tywin Lannister of Casterly Rock, Warden of The West. These are my sons Jaime of the Kingsguard and Tyrion," Jon could feel the tone shift which switching between his two sons.
"King Robert of House Baratheon, King of The Seven Kingdoms. These are my brothers Stannis and Renly" the king grunted. Jon had to do a double-take of the King. This was the great Robert Baratheon? Even his father looked shocked.
"Theon Greyjoy, heir to the Iron Islands and ward of Lord Eddard Stark. I'm not sure who this woman standing beside me is."
"Yara Greyjoy, Lady of the Iron Islands and Lady Reaper of Pyke. The actual heir to the salt throne" her declaration was met with shock from Theon, who for the first time looked speechless.
"Ser Davos Seaworth."
"Brienne of Tarth."
"Jorah Mormont."
"Oberyn of House Martell."
"Sa-Samwell Tarly."
"Jeor Mormont, Lord Commander of The Night's Watch. And this is my master at arms, Ser Alliser Thorne."
"Mance Raider. And this is Tormund Giantsbane."
"Varys. Master of Whispers."
There were so many new names that Jon was learning of right at this moment. He was not sure if he could even remember them all. The ones he knew he'd remember for sure were the men of The Night's Watch, the ones that would one day become his brothers and mentors. And Jorah Mormont, the exiled slaver from The North. It took Jon a moment before he realized that there was one more person left. A young girl almost the same age as him. She had platinum blonde hair and gorgeous purple eyes.
"Daenerys Targaryen" the girl muttered meekly. The silence was what Jon noticed after the girl introduced herself. And then The King of The Seven Kingdoms roared.