Jon II
"The cold"
it wanted him so bad he felt it in his very bones. As they flew above the shrieking blue abyss ...Darkness crept out of his thoughts. Jon struggled to grip the beast when it made a sudden lurch forward, with every bit of strength he could muster he pulled himself further up the beast, the feeling of wind struck his face like sharp cold steel. Numbness tore at his limbs like daggers in the night.
Eyeing the great white storm ahead Jon closed his eyes and headed the thoughts of ghost.
Sudden Feelings surrounded him as he let his mind wonder further. He felt ghost now. running towards Winterfall through the snow, eyeing everything that meet his red eyes.
"Safe" he whispered.
When Jon took in what surrounded him he emitted a soft chuckle between his flattened lips, red eyes that meet his black, he began thinking up mad desperate plan after mad desperate plan, only to abandon each one as impossible.
How had he gotten to this stage? How had he gone from that cold, hard ground in castle black, feeling the life drain out of him from the various pin pricks in him before the blade of Bowen marsh had ended it all, to this, he continued to meet the creature gaze.
How had it happened? Why had it happened?
It had taken a few heartbeats to convince himself that he wasn't dreaming, that this wasn't some last mad fever-delirium before his death. That his Father, Robb and Bran and Rickon were all dead and Sansa a prisoner, that Arya was still missing and that Ygritte was lost to the Wall. And as for Sam…he didn't want think what those men of castle black would do, harbouring someone like him...
He scrubbed his hands over his eyes roughly and forced himself to think. He had worked out that his father must of lay with a Targaryen how else would he feel this power in his blood and the dragons power too he mused.
Thinking back to his time at Winterfall, rumor and folk tales and old sayings. He remembered something in them though, hints left by men. Tales of magic. Luwin would scorn him for it now, but what else but magic could have brought him back? Old Nan's tales were no better, not really. Tales that had been told and retold down over the centuries had weakened them, drained the truth out of them. though there were hints here and there. The Others. Tales of dread and awe. Now they were more than words but true horrors in this world.
He knew, somehow, that it was important. He could feel it. Someone, something, had brought him back. Something linked to magic and dragons. Something with power. And power needed strength. strength of arm, but a strength of will perhaps. Belief. He needed to believe. Was that it? He lay before the thoughts of his mind and then placed a hand on the head of the dragon.
"Who are you?", he thought desperately.
Nothing happened and he faltered for a moment. And then he stopped and sent out his appeal again, with everything he could summon. "Help me. I don't know what to do. Help me."
The scales seemed to warm and then burn and then warm again under his hand and then something seemed to chime faintly deep within him, something that made him shiver for an instant. He closed his eyes and concentrated. I feel you.
"Who are you? What must I do? Tell me, please!"
Chiming seemed to arc upwards and he felt almost warm for a moment. For a dizzying instant he become the dragon. What was happening to him? Something seemed to be calling his name from the farthest possible distance, a thin sound right on the edge of his hearing.
"Who are you? Tell me how I can control this power Tell me what to do!"
He thought desperately. That chiming was still somewhere within him, strongly now but it was like holding fire ,He had to keep it, he had to find out what had happened to him. He felt as if he was trying to do something impossibly difficult by instinct.
"Speak"!." he roared
Jon felt his wreaths came fast as the flame trailed through his body, strengthening and healing, pulsating and throbbing. his hands gripped the head of the dragon as I held my head to the sky, almost in benediction, as I let it fill me within.
"I am Drogon the black dragon, child of Daenerys" it roar in his mind, "Sky above me. Earth below me. Fire within me, You will push the world harder than it pushes back young one". it seem to rumble deep throughout him.
He stared in awe, was this beast really talking.
"Friends" He whispered.
The beast's head seemed to waver back and forth and a hiss filled the night.
"Friends" its deep voice boomed within and low warmth filled is heart.
"We were made to dominate. The will to power is in our blood. You feel it in yourself, do you not?"
"Yes" he whispered.
"When I gave you that flame, I gave you a part of myself... .Always fear the flame, lest you be devoured by it, and lose yourself. I would hate to see that happen again… true you are but blood of the dragon. Ponder the meaning of Targaryen wisley. Where merr mortal flesh may wither and die, the Dragons Blood endures, You will find that your Blood will give you more strength... Look ahead of us young one". as it hissed and roared.
"Winter is here".
Jon's eyes moved from red and looked out to the horizon in horror. it was massive five times the size of Drogon, lingering in the clouds above them, it was white as ghost's fur, stars seem to gaze through the wings as the snow swirled and scurried the world seemed shiver as the beast wheel circles towards them.
How can we defeat that thing he thought.
"We can't", we need to make haste back to Daenerys, this creature is centuries old and one way or another we die, both of us. it hissed in his mind.
"Okay okay", Jon thought, we need a plan or do you already have one. Drogon's thoughts became of Jon climbing in his mouth. "one where we both live Drogon" he shot a look into those red eyes.
The great white beast approached, it opened its great mouth, and exhaled, quiet and cold. a blast of flame met a blast of cold.
Jon braced for dear life as Drogon's flame erupted out of his mouth, sulfur reeked his nostrils and when the flame meet cold, the whole world seem to rattle before them, The beast shuddered, twisted away, narrowly missing them, Jon felt a coldness swirl around him, he knew this dragons mind could be broken and he whispered for the beast to stop with such authority the beast seem to faltered and watch them make haste towards dry land an almighty roar echoed throughout its throat screaming the song of winter as its wings crackled towards them ..
Fuck..Fuck.. Fuck Jon muttered to himself as he watch it raise its head once more, and it made a sound a terrible thin cry. When the cry had faded, the beast sent cold into the world: this horrible sickly long smoking blue-white stream of cold that was full of snow and stillness creeping its way through the air towards them.
"Drogon do not look back" Jon said as he watched the then ocean turn from terrible thrashing and screeching into glass crackling pan of a deadly silence.
"Fool" Drogon roared in his mind. "i can see everything you see young one, worry not, we are almost there, i ask for your will young dragon, as i am wry of this travel, i fear we may not out run this creature, if i may use some of your strength Jon, are you with me! " he roared with such power.
Jon barely had thought Yes.
He was shaken on to Drogon's left side as his head turned and flame shot out so close to his head the warmth felt nice and soothing.
Winds howled as it danced up and away from breath of flames. Out from among its icy teeth its breath came, that breath was icy cold.
"Drogon look out" Jon said quickly..
As when he spoke again a a Sound left Drogon's snout with a hiss when the blast nipped Drogon's tail, Jon felt the pain...pain like the night he died, coldness began to to creep up, he struggled to think, he could fight this he thought,
"We.. i am blood of the dragon, fire warms my veins now." with everything he could summon in the will of his mind he sent to Drogon, he felt the fire flow through his mind and into Drogon's, the creeping coldness seized up his tail in his relief, though watching the Ice dragon twirl out of sight, Jon saw the figures approaching it and sighed letting the darkness take over.