Note: So since what happens with the wight is already in the show, I'm not going into detail with that. I'm skipping that but that's not the only thing I'll be skipping. I know there was a lot of talk of Jon going north of the Wall, but what happens is more the same as what happened in the show (except he returns a lot earlier), so I won't be writing that. I'm sorry. {Also Aemon's revealed he was a Targaryen right before Jon was grounded for pulling out a knife at Thorne( but in the same manner). Again I'm not going to write that. } But don't worry, I've got a lot in store post Jon's trip. This will be a relatively short chapter as it pretty much a filler. But it has our man, Aemon in it. So enjoy!

The Flames Of Winter

Jon bit his lips as Maester Aemon examined his hands. He had burned his hand when he had thrown the lamp at the wight when it tried to kill the lord commander. His hand stung and hurt incredibly.

Maester Aemon whipped his head in Sam's direction, "Samwell, get me a basin of cold water and some salve."

He then turned his attention to Jon, "You've had a long day, Jon Snow. Some rest would do. I'll give you some milk of the poppy to dull the pain as I treat it."

Jon nodded, he was tired. It had been an eventful day. His uncle's horse had come back alone, his father had been arrested, he pointed a knife at Ser Alliser and he killed a wight.

Maester Aemon fumbled for the flask containing the milk of the poppy and handed it to Jon. He drank it and felt the darkness overtake him. He was on the brink of sleep when he heard Maester Aemon whisper something that he wasn't sure if he had imagined it or not,

"Fear not, my boy. It takes more than fire to kill a dragon."

The Flames Of Winter

After treating Jon, Maester Aemon went Sam away to bed. Aemon himself remained in the room, in which Jon was kept. He washed his hands of the dried blood and corked the vials and placed them back where he had taken them. When he was finished he stumbled his way to Jon's bedside and had a seat on the stool placed near it. The boy's direwolf was curled up at his feet.

The wight's near assassination on the lord commander worried Maester Aemon, it proved that the undead were intelligent and seemed to actually know what they were doing. Aemon knew that a huge war was on the horizon and the realm was the least prepared for it. As Aemon had predicted the realm was at war. Following the death of King Robert and the arrest of Eddard Stark, the Lannisters were already at odds with the Tullys and Starks as well as the Baratheons. Aemon having lived among power hungry politicians for a good part of his life knew that the war would spread among other houses soon enough.

The Realm's only hope was the boy who lay asleep in front of Aemon. The son of Rheagar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark. Aemon's own blood. Aemon loved the boy and he hated that such a burden would be placed on him, but he knew that some things were more important than his personal feelings. Love is the death of duty. He reminded himself, like he did so many times before.

Aemon still remembered how he felt when Benjen and Ned Stark had told him of Jon's existence. Aemon has been filled with sorrow, regret and self loathing when he had heard of the fate of his family. But the news the two Stark brothers brought, filled him with hope. Hope that he had not truly failed his family yet. Hope that there was still time to make amends for it. He had promised himself that day that he would not let Jon and if possible Rhaegar's siblings down.

Aemon had on multiple occasions since Jon's arrival at the Wall, thought of telling Jon the truth. But he wasn't sure if the boy would believe him yet. Not only that but the boy wasn't the only one who needed to know the truth, he had to be told in front of the right people. Jon alone knowing the truth would get him nowhere.

Aemon sat in the silence for a little while longer when he decided to go rest. The time would come when Jon Snow would be informed of his parentage. The time just wasn't now and the place was not Castle Black.

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"When does Maester Aemon say you can use that hand?" Mormont asked, making his way to the his fireplace in the office.

"Soon." Jon informed.

"Good. You'll be ready for this then." Mormont announced as he picked up a sheathed sword and thrusted it at Jon.

"I thought a wolf was more appropriate for you than a bear. So I had a new pommel made. It's called Longclaw. Works for a wolf as it does for a bear I think." Mormont said as he looked at it and then handed it Jon.

Jon took it and unsheathe it with his left hand and studied it. Jon was overwhelmed at what he saw.

"This is Valreyian steel."

Mormont nodded, "It was my father's and his father's before him. The Mormonts have carried it for five centuries. Then my son Jorah brought dishonor upon our house, but he had the grace to leave the sword before he fled Westeros."

Jon admired the sword for a moment longer before he tried to respectfully decline.

"You honor me, my lord. But I can't-"

"You can and you will. I wouldn't be standing here if it weren't for you and your beast. A bloody dead man tried to kill me. So you'll take it and I'll hear no more of it. Understood?" Mormont said, brokering no argument as he poured himself a horn of ale.

"But this does not mean I approve of this nonsense with you and Ser Alliser Thorne. That's a man's sword, it will take a man to wield it." He continued.

Jon nodded, "I'll apologize to Ser Alliser."

Mormont shook his head, "No, you won't. I sent him to Kings Landing with the hand that your dire wolf found yesterday. I want him to throw it at the boy king's feet. That should get young Joeffrey's attention. And it does put a thousand leagues between you and him."

Jon found his mouth twitch at that.

"But you won't be able to apologize to him anytime soon actually. I want you and your direwolf with us when we travel beyond the Wall tomorrow at dawn."

Jon felt a thrill go through him, "Beyond the Wall?"

Mormont turned to his fireplace and watched the Flames dance, "I'm will not sit ideally and wait for the snow. I mean to find out what's happening. The Night's Watch will ride in form against the Wildlings ,White Walkers and whatever else is out there. And we will find Benjen Stark, alive or dead."

The Flames of Winter

Jon couldn't tell how he actually felt as the gates opened. He was going north of the Wall and no one truly knew what lied beyond it. His father was still in the black cells of the Red Keep and their were rumors that his brother planned on calling his banners. Jon felt compelled to be there but at the same time he knew about the undead.

Jon thus decided as he made his way through the gates, to put his brother's war behind until he returned and when he did return he would join Robb and show the Lannisters of what happened when one dared anger the wolves of Winterfell.

Author's Note: Soooo... DID YOU GUYS SEE THE TRAILER?! I was literally screaming through it all. I was covered in goosebumps! Dany and Jon walking to Drogon and Rheagal, Sansa seeing dragons, Arya being her badass self as usual, Jaime being all noble! April 14 can't come fast enough.

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