A/N:WHATS UP MUCKACHUNGAS!? It's Travez here and I'm coming at you with some exciting ideas that I never thought I'd be willing to try! So let me begin by first explaining that my mind was blown to learn that the Valyrian Steel Dagger that Viserys Targaryen had on his belt was the same dagger that the Catspaw Assassin used, only with a better grip! This has given me a ton of different ideas, but, most importantly, that Dagger, along with Blackfyre and Dark Sister, is one of three Targaryen Heirloom Blades! OH MY GOD!
My mind was blown when I figured it out! So when I decided to look up Blood Magic, my search led me to Blood Bending from the Avatar Series to the Blood Magik of the Mortal Kombat series! And I learned that the only way to use Blood Magic were with the Kamidogu, a collection of magical daggers that grant the person the power to utilize Blood Magic. I also looked up Skarlet from MK 11 and her form of Blood Magic is amazing. This led me to researching Blood Magic from Dragon Age, and then to the Superpower Wiki and I learned that Blood Magic can be used for Sealing and Healing Magic! The possibilities are endless!
So I've decided to take a new twist with Jon Snow in this one, since the Dagger was what started the whole mess of a Song of Ice and Fire, and it's destiny was to put an end to the Night King, why not make it more of a central plot point and put it in the hands of the Moral Compass of a Song of Ice and Fire?
Anyway, I should also reveal my bias, I'm autistic, but also of Latin American Descent, specifically a Salvadoran, and I personally believe that I am a descendant of the Mayans and the Aztecs, cultures that performed human sacrifices and blood magic rituals to ensure their gods were strong enough to maintain the balance of the world, as well as ensure the great crocodilian demon whose body the Earth is composed of, Cipactli, is pacified and doesn't eat everyone. As an autistic, I'm not ashamed to admit I am drawn to the darker more macabre side of things and seeing their positive connotations, as such, though Blood Magic is often seen in a negative light, if one were to think on it, it could have positive applications as well, and that is what I'm leaning on in this story. Add to this that Obsidian was the signature weapon of my ancestors, this is something that really gets my blood flowing with excitement!
In any case, Jon is going to be a Blood Mage and rescind his decision to go to the Wall because of the Dagger changing his fate. Now I'm going to pull a Harry Potter and let the Dagger, like the Elder Wand, teach Jon about Blood Magic. Aside from this, I'm going to keep the rest a surprise, because I am not only going to use my own ancestral cultures be a bit of an inspiration, but also, I am came up with an idea for Jon's Personal Sigil that isn't a Direwolf or a Dragon, but what that is, I'll leave that as a surprise.
Anyway, that is enough out of me! Please be sure to Follow, Favorite, Review, and Share this story with anyone and everyone you know who loves A Song of Ice and Fire/Game of Thrones Content! Catch ya on the Flipside! BLOOD FROM STONE!
Prologue: Begun by Blood
Jon, standing on the Moors of Winterfell, looking at his father and uncle as they're off, Benjen to the Wall and Ned to King's Landing, he remembers the words they said to him before they left.
"Are you sure you wish to stay, Jon?" Benjen asks.
"I am, Uncle. I want to say goodbye properly to Bran when he wakes up, and with Lady Stark's love for her children overriding her common sense, Rickon will need somebody who can be there for him until Bran wakes up." Jon explains, "With Robb taking charge of Winterfell, it's not only Rickon who will need help, so I can provide aid until then."
"I'm proud of you, Jon." Ned said, smiling at his son. "Jon, I promise that the next time we see each other, we'll talk about your mother. However…" He hesitates, "There is something that I have kept safe for you in my office… Under the grate in the hearth… If I don't come back by the time Bran wakes, then you can collect it. Once it's in your hands, you can decide what to do with what's inside." Jon looked at his father with hope and excitement, but tempers it by promising his father he won't touch it until Bran wakes, a smile on Ned's face before he hugs his son and rides off.
Robb walks over to his brother, looking at him, "Missing him already?" Robb asks.
"Yes… Though I know everything will be fine." Jon explains, smiling at brother.
A Few Weeks Later…
Jon stands outside the door as he listens to Robb argue with his mother. Over the past few weeks, Rickon has been becoming attached at the hip to his two brothers, and Lady Catelyn has been barely eating, drinking, or even sleeping, as Jon had predicted. However, that is when they notice the dogs and wolves barking, revealing a fire had broken out. Robb tells his mother to stay with Rickon, and asks Jon to stay here, having a bad feeling about this. Jon nods and as Robb leaves, he feels something… Something that makes his blood boil.
"You're not supposed to be here…" a voice catches Jon's attention. "Nobody is…" He listens from the door… "It's a mercy, he's dead already!" That is when a struggle breaks out and Jon bursts through the door, seeing Lady Catelyn struggle against an assassin.
"MOTHER!" Jon shouts, catching the attention of both Catelyn and the Assassin, in which the Assassin snarls as he tosses Catelyn to the ground, cutting her hands open, in which Bran's Direwolf jumps at the man, only for man to knock the wolf off him whilst leaving a gash in the creature's chest. Seeing a knife on the table from Lady Catelyn's uneaten meal, Jon grabs it and rushes at the Assassin, the two engaging each other in a knife fight, the Assassin having far more experience and skill… However, to Lady Catelyn's surprise, it's like Jon's normal skills with a sword have gone from barely matching Robb to something else matching the knife with the Dagger the Assassin is wielding, it's almost like night and day.
"Get out of my way, welp!" The Assassin says.
"You are after my brother, you cut my mother! I won't let you get away with this!" Jon kicks the Assassin off, the assailant dropping the Dagger whilst Jon's knife breaks. Seeing the Dagger, and the Assassin drawing two spares, Catelyn reacts and grabs the Dagger, despite the pain from the cuts on her hands.
"JON!" Catelyn shouts, throwing the young man the Dagger. Jon seeing it fly through the air, takes it in his hand, takes hold of the weapon, and the moment he has a good grip, the ruby starts glowing brightly, almost blindingly as the first are put out down below, and all those of Winterfell hear the ringing as the light glows brightly. Jon, holding the dagger in his hand sees images fly past him, and feels he knows what he must do. The Assassin, growling in anger as he looks at the light obscuring his target, but he rushes forward with his blades raised. Robb rushes to the doorway with guards behind him as Jon plunges a large dagger into his free hand, causing a crimson mist to flow around the Bastard of Winterfell, with the Assassin collapsing to the ground, screaming in agony. Jon looks to his brother with his eyes glowing red.
"Robb! Restrain him! I can't hold him for long!" Jon shouts to his brother, in which Robb does so with the guards, tying the man up with whatever they could find. Once it is done, Jon pulls the Dagger out of his hand, dropping it as he collapses to his knees, breathing hard as he turns to Lady Catelyn. "Mother…" He says weakly, Catelyn terrified with what she had just seen, but unable to move as Jon takes her hands in his wounded left. His eyes glow red as a new red aura flows from his I Jared left hand and, almost miraculously, her hands heal along his own injured hand. Once that is done, he smiles as if he were a child again, "I'm so glad you're alright…"
Jon then falls to the ground, unconscious, weak and weary, the Lady of Winterfell looking at her husband's bastard with shock… Despite everything, he called her his mother… That is when a memory, an oath spoken, returns to her mind… The Seven had intended for Bran to die as punishment for her betrayal, and yet the boy she hated for so long came to her and Bran's rescue, and in doing so, he openly defied the Will of the Seven… Jon followed the Old Gods…
"You're not a stranger… It's your gods with all the rules…" Ned had said to her… The Old Gods had sent Jon and the Direwolves to save her and Bran, to show she wasn't yet beyond redemption… How could she have been so foolish… The Old Gods see a person for their actions that reinforce their words… The Seven, on the other hand… No, best not to think on it right now! She needs to get Bran's Wolf and Jon medical attention now!
"Robb! Get the Maester! Bran's wolf and Jon are injured…!"
The Next Morning…
Catelyn comes to Jon's room as the Maester finishes his examination. "My Lady!" Maester Luwin says.
"How is he?" Lady Catelyn asks.
"He is recovering well…! I must say, to think I'd be the first Maester to see Magic used in centuries…" Luwin says, "If I were any other Maester, I'd have killed him on the spot!"
"Why is that?" Catelyn asks, stunned.
"The Order looks down on Magic for a Very particular reason, the Valyrians discovered you have to be born with the Talent to use it, and the majority of Maesters were not so blessed until Archmaester Marwyn the Mage was discovered. He is the only Maester with the ability to use Magic." Maester Luwin says, smiling fondly, "He was my teacher in my youth, and he encouraged me to read up on the subject and study his personal notes about Magic. Had I not been one of his many pupils, I'd have become like the other Maesters." Luwin says proudly.
"I see… Do you know what form of Magic it was that Jon used?" Lady Catelyn asks.
"Certainly! He actually used the most powerful, but also the darkest form of Magic in the world: Blood Magic… It's a form of Magic that uses Blood as a medium to cast it's spells." The Maester says, Catelyn looks worried at this news, "Fear not, my Lady, for Blood Magic, despite it's reputation, is a much more diverse art than what most know. In fact, the Valyrians actually had multiple ways of using Blood Magic, from healing the wounded, curing the sick, to even bringing the Dead back to Life, though the latter is almost impossible to do nowadays without a large sacrifice of blood." Catelyn thinks on that and then she looks at Luwin, and his brows raise and he puts a hand on his chin. "Yes… If could work!"
That is when they hear a groan as Jon slowly routes from his unconscious state. "Jon!" Catelyn says, almost happy to see him awake.
"Lady Catelyn? What happened?" Jon asks.
"You had managed to ensure the assassin was stopped and captured." Catelyn says, "Though something strange happened when you got your hands on this…" She brings out a cloth and reveals the dagger the assassin was wielding. "When you used this dagger, you had somehow tapped into the magic in your blood, as far as Master Luwin is concerned."
"Magic?" Jon asks, confused.
"Jon Snow, after examining the information that was told to me, I have come to the conclusion you are a Blood Sorcerer, a magical prodigy in the Dark Art of Blood Magic." Maester Luwin explains, to which Jon's eyes widen.
"No…" Jon says, "But how?"
"I do not know, but somehow you were born with a natural Talent for Blood Magic, a greatly feared form of Magic that few have access to. However, I do have some books that might help you get a better understanding of it, but there is another matter that we need to discuss, more of an idea really…"
"You had used Blood Magic to capture that Assassin, and again to heal my hands after they had been injured." Catelyn says, "I am not one to place such hope in magic, but I wanted to know if you think you might be able to fix Bran's injury."
"I… I don't know…" Jon says, "I don't even know how I did it!" Jon looks down, but then looks at the dagger, gently taking it in his hands. "I was only reacting once I got this blade in my hands." That is when Jon looks into the ruby set into the dagger, and suddenly his eyes glow as the gem glows faintly. When Jon looks into this gemstone, he gasps as he finds himself falling… Down.. Down… Down… Into what appears to be a great whirlpool of flames and snow, until he feels himself hover above a stone floor, to which his feet then touch ground as he turns to see a man, a Targaryen, walking before the skull of a great beast, with candles lit around it… He is talking to a young girl…
"There is something else I need to tell you… It might be difficult for you to understand, but you must listen… I swear by the Old Gods and the New that I speak the truth…" The man says, to which Jon then recognizes him as Viserys I Targaryen, and the girl in front of him must be his daughter, Rhaenyra. Jon then feels something in his hand and looks to see the dagger in his hands. Viserys then begins pacing around the girl as he talks to Rhaenyra. "Our Histories… They tell us that Aegon looked across the Blackwater Bay from Dragonstone and saw a rich land ripe for the taking… However, ambition alone wasn't what truly motivated Aegon, at least not at first…"
"Just like Daenys the Dreamer before him, Aegon was a Dragon Dreamer… His gifts were far more powerful than even Daenys could've hoped. However, just as Daenys foresaw the End of Valyria, Aegon foresaw the End of the World of Men… When it begins, a terrible Winter on par with the Long Night will sweep down from Beyond the Wall, Beyond the Lands of Always Winter… Riding on those frigid winds would be a Demon of Endless Cold and Everlasting Darkness, and monsters from the depths of the worst horror stories would follow in it's wake." Viserys explains, "Aegon couldn't see when this Great Winter would come, but he knew that the only way to combat this great threat was with all of Westeros united, and if the World of Men is to survive, a Targaryen, no matter their gender, must be sitting on the Iron Throne, strong enough to unite the realm against the cold and the dark, leading the charge head on upon the back of the Dragon that Aegon foresaw." He then gently reaches for his waist, "Wielding not a great sword… But a Dagger…" He shows her the dagger on his waist, and it is nearly identical to the one Jon is holding in his hand. "The Great Demon can defend himself against any weapon known to man, but a Dagger, no matter the people, is considered a weak and unassuming weapon…" He draws it and passes it to Rhaenyra, "Aegon said this Dagger would know it's true master… This dagger was forged in the flames of Balerion, Vhagar, and Meraxes, and quenched with the Blood Magic of Aegon, Visenya and Rhaenys, imparting their separate talents for the art into the blade to be taught to the Chosen Leader of Men." Rhaenyra holds the blade in her hand, looking at the ruby before her head turns towards Jon, who holds the same dagger in his hand. "Do you see him?"
"I see… A Northman… Yet… Why does he feel…?" Rhaenyra asks, Jon's heart beating in his throat as he listens to the Princess. "A Pact… Of Ice and Fire…"
"A Pact?" Viserys asks.
"The King who will unite the Realms shall be the Child born of a Pact of Ice and Fire…" Rhaenyra says, "Half-Valyrian… Half-First Man… Yet born amongst the Rhoynar… And raised by the Andals…"
"All Four Races of Westeros united as one savior…" Viserys says, his eyes widening. "What is his name? Do you know his name?" Rhaenyra looks at Jon again and she studies him as gently holds the dagger in her hand. "Rhaenyra?"
"He's terrified… I can see it on his face… He's watching us… The Dagger is in his hands now…" Rhaenyra says, to which Viserys looks shocked, then turns to where Rhaenyra is looking and walks towards him. "You are right in front of him, Kepa." Viserys doesn't realize it but he is looking into Jon's eyes, and his hand gently reaches out towards Jon, and he feels something, and can't help but smile. Jon is terrified as he looks at the man, he feels like something within him is about to break.
"Child… Or Grown Man before me… I don't know what circumstances lead you to fear what you are seeing, but it doesn't matter… You have learned your destiny, but remember what I am about to tell you… You have arrived at the starting point, and have learned of the destination, but you must choose the path to reach it. You alone must choose your destiny and where it leads to…" Viserys places both of his hands on Jon's shoulders, whilst Rhaenyra walks over to her father, but gently takes her father's arm, and Viserys's eyes widen. The man smiles as he looks into the silver eyes staring back at him, hair as black as night, but with fair skin he can see it in him… It only brings tears to the King's eyes as he looks upon the person before him.
"We believe in you…!" Rhaenyra says, smiling at her. "Don't we, Kepa…?" Viserys slowly raises his hands to Jon's face, gently cupping them as a proud father would.
"Indeed we do… I can see you know not your own name… Then allow me to give you one, and I beg the Gods to not let this be a third time I tempt fate… We are counting on you…" Jon looks into the man's violet eye, filled with joy and sorrow, "Baelon Targaryen…"
Jon gasps as he returns to reality and Catelyn looks at Jon with shock, seeing the dawning horror on the bastard's face, Jon rushes out, making his way through Winterfell, guards and servants stepping out of the way as he rushes through the castle. Jon doesn't know where he is going, but when he comes to, he finds himself in Bran's room, and remembers the dagger is in his hands. "We are counting on you… Baelon Targaryen…" Viserys I's voice echoing in his head, and Jon seeing the gemstone in the dagger's hilt glow, releasing a ringing sound as it shines. The confused bastard looks at the gemstone as it shines, and in his mind, images appear and vanish, in which Jon turns to see Bran's direwolf, though injury covered with bandages and salve, it limps over to him, almost instinctively knowing what is to happen next.
"Do you trust me, Summer?" Jon asks the Direwolf, to which the beast rolls onto it's back and exposes it's covered wound. The Bastard of Winterfell gently places the dagger against the wolf's wound, and draws a few drops of blood from it. Carefully guiding the dagger over Bran's head, he gently taps the blade of the dagger three times, allowing the drops to fall onto Bran's forehead. With a quick motion, Jon groans loudly as he stabs himself in the chest, much to the Horror of Robb and Catelyn, who arrived in time to see Jon begin what he is doing. Groaning and fighting through the pain, Jon rips the dagger out of his chest, in which, much to the horror of those who watch, what appear to be vein and artery-like tendrils fly out of Jon's chest, and gently take up Bran, lifting the boy up from the bed, and then the sharpened tips move to the boy's back.
"Bran!" Catelyn says, but Robb grabs her. "Let go! He needs me!"
"Mother!" Robb says, "Jon saved you and Bran last night from an assassin, put your faith in him one more time!" Catelyn, sorrowful and terrified, watches as the tips gently prod Bran's back as Jon falls to the ground, breathing rapidly and hard because of the pain he is experiencing, but his head is turned to his little brother. The tendrils eventually start tapping at a spot, in which Jon raises his left hand and clenches a fist, the needles piercing into Bran's back, the comatose boy not reacting. From Jon's body and through the tendrils, the boy's lower body begins to twitch, and within a few moments, the tendrils set Bran back down before flowing back into Jon's body, his injury healing as he catches his breath, exhausted from what he just did. However, he can feel a gentle hand gently cup his cheek from behind him.
"Well done, child…" The Sweet and musical voice says, gentle and encouraging, praising him for his efforts. As Jon loses consciousness once more, Bran wakes up slowly…
A Few Hours Later…
Jon sits up, groaning as he holds his head, feeling a headache of epic proportions throbbing in his head, however, he sees the dagger laying across the table, having been placed in a small scabbard for it, but as he reaches for it, he hears a knock on the door. "Come in!" Jon says, to which Robb walks in and smiles. "Bless you, you're awake!" Robb exclaims, smiling. "You really gave us quite the fright there!"
"I apologize for doing so." Jon says.
"There is no need to apologize, thanks to you, Bran will be able to walk again in a few months!" Robb says, smiling to which Jon sighs in relief that what he did worked. "Though Maester Luwin says that if you're going to practice Blood Magic, you'll need some proper instruction."
"And how do I get instruction in Blood Magic?" Jon asks, but that is when the ruby on the dagger glows.
"Perhaps we can be of assistance…" A masculine voice calls from the gem, proud and gruff, but full of life.
"We can teach you of three different schools of Blood Magic…" A beautiful but strong sounding feminine voice explains.
"If you are willing to learn from us, we will teach you everything we know, and you will even be able to come up with your own school of blood magic using our lessons to create it." The sweet and musical voice from before says.
"What the?" Robb asks.
"Are you… King Aegon I, Queen Visenya, and Queen Rhaenys?" Jon asks, stunned.
"Correct…" The voice confirmed as Aegon states. "However, before we can teach you, you must fulfill a promise to your father…"
"In his solar is the proof of your heritage, Jon Snow…" Visenya says.
"Go to it… Discover what it is you are missing, and if you can accept the truth, then we shall teach you everything we know!" Rhaenys says, to which Robb looks to Jon, who nods at the dagger, it's light fading as Jon gets up and makes his way to the Lord's Office, with Robb following close behind. The two men walk with purpose, but as they arrive, Lady Catelyn walks to them.
"Jon! Thank the Gods you are awake!" Catelyn says, sighing in relief.
"Lady Catelyn?" Jon asks.
"I wanted to thank you for what you have done… I know that I've been nothing short of a monster to you ever since you came here… However, in the span of a day, despite how I treated you… You've proven me wrong, and I've never been happier to have been wrong." She then looks to Jon, "Perhaps, if you can forgive me, then… Perhaps… Maybe we can try again?"
"I… I would like that." Jon says hesitantly as he feels the anger in him boiling, but he can see her words are genuine, which douses the flames somewhat, and he smiles at her, being the first to put things behind him as relief flows over the Lady of Winterfell's face. The three enter the office, in which Robb explains the situation, in which Catelyn is just as confused as Robb to what the Dagger said.
Dousing the flames of the Hearth, Jon removes the grate and finds that the stones on the bottom are loose, to which he removes them and reveals there is a chest hidden inside… A Chest with the Symbol of House Targaryen upon it. Removing it and placing it on the desk, Jon finds the mechanism appears to be a lock he has never seen before, but with a few moments of examination, Jon rushes off and brings back the dagger, slowly sliding it into what appears to be a keyhole of some kind, then turns the blade, the chest popping open with a gasp of still air inside. Slowly opening the lid of the chest, Catelyn watches as Jon reveals what is inside.
They find what appears to be a collection of letters all written and signed by Lyanna Stark, all of them declaring her hatred and disgust for her betrothed. How he had attempted to rape her and betrayed her not more than a few hours into their betrothal… More than that, she had overheard him declare that even marriage wouldn't stop him from visiting the whores. There are also letters declaring Robert Baratheon's words as they were, lies, as well as several other things. There were also written proof that Lyanna married Rhaegar Targaryen willingly, with Elia Martell, some of the members of the Kingsguard, but also Oberyn Martell acting as witnesses to the event. Aside from this there are also a small number of books in the chest, each written in High Valyrian, but they contain what feel like instructions, diagrams, and even pictures. Jon cannot understand what is written, but if he chooses to receive instruction in High Valyrian, he may be able to make heads or tails of it.
With all the revelations she has just learned, the woman sits herself down in a chair and places a hand over her heart… Ned never betrayed her, Jon really isn't his son… And the paper she holds in her hand confirms it… Jon's real name and the confirmation of his parentage… Baelon Targaryen, Son of Prince Rhaegar Targaryen and Princess Lyanna Targaryen. She struggles to keep herself composed, but she feels the weight of her past sins crashing down on her… "Father lied…" Robb says, shocked, sitting down. "He lied to us all these years!"
"He lied to everyone…" Jon says resting his back against the wall… "All these years I wanted to be a Stark, now I learn I am not…" Jon holds the dagger in his hand, "I'm a Targaryen…"
"You are a Stark…!" Catelyn says, surprising both of them. "And yet you're also a Targaryen… You don't have to choose!" Jon looks at her and then at the Dagger.
"A Song of Ice and Fire… A Pact of Ice and Fire…" Jon says, listing off the two names of the past. He examines the dagger… No… It's less of a dagger now and more of a very short sword… In which an image forms in his mind… He can see ghost, looking at Jon, but then in an instant, he turns into white fire that rapidly begins to change, Ghost's white fur extends as his forelegs begin to reshape and reform into two giant wings, his body extends, retaining wolf-like bodily proportions as the tail extends to create ballast in flight.
Coming out of the vision, Jon stands, feeling something calling to him, a masculine voice, reaching to him from somewhere in Winterfell… "Baelon… Help me, Baelon…!" Jon follows the sound with Robb and Catelyn following behind, confused as to why he is acting this way… Jon makes it to the Godswood, finding, strangely, Ghost at the Heart Tree, digging at it's roots.
"Ghost?" Jon asks, but then feels a pain in his head.
"Help me Baelon…" The voice speaks to Jon, coming from Ghost… "Help me… Please…"
"Jon, what's going on?" Robb asks.
"I'm not sure…" Jon says, walking to Ghost, "But I think Ghost may have found something…" That is when Greywind, Summer, and Shaggydog all rush in to help as Jon grabs the dirt and begins clawing away. Robb and Catelyn slowly approach as, before their very eyes, the direwolves and Jon claw open a hollow beneath the Heart Tree. Jon then reaches inside.
"Jon?" Robb asks, but then sees his brother stand and turn around, revealing something that shocks Robb and Lady Catelyn. "Is that…?"
"A Dragon's Egg!" Catelyn says, shocked. Jon nods as he cradles it in his arms like a child. Ghost then nuzzles Jon's Hand and he hears a voice from the dagger.
"What was Sundered and Undone… Shall be whole… The Two make One…" Visenya's voice encourages, knowing what must be done. Jon looks at Ghost, who wags his tail almost expectantly.
"What was sundered and undone?" Catelyn asks.
"I think I know what this egg is…" Robb says, "Do you remember the story on how Prince Jacaerys Velaryon was said to have secretly married Sara Snow, the Bastard Daughter of Cregan Stark…? He flew here with his Dragon Vermax…?" He looks at the egg, "What if this egg was Sara's dowry?" Catelyn looks at her son, stunned. Jon looks to his brother and gently holds the egg in his hand.
"The Egg… I don't sense any life in it…" Jon says, looking at it.
"I think that one has turned to stone." Robb says…
"Then what was sundered and undone…" Jon looks to Ghost and then looks at the coloration of the egg, white with red veins flowing through it, like blood vessels.
Hours Later…
Jon sits in his room, gently holding the egg in his hand, Ghost lying at his feet, staring at the petrified egg as well, only to hear a knock at the door. "Jon Snow! Lord Robb, demands you meet him in the Great Hall, it's urgent!"
"Of course, I'll be there momentarily!" Jon says, setting the egg down for Ghost to guard before rushing off. It doesn't take him long to reach the Great Hall, in which they see the assassin tied up, on his knees before Lord Robb. The assassin looks to Jon, becoming terrified as he looks at him. "Brother, what is wrong?"
"The assassin refuses to talk… Even after we've offered to send him to the Wall as a mercy for his crimes… We thought you might be able to loosen his lips…" Robb says, "If you don't wish to, then I understand, but we will need to send mother south with the dagger to show Father evidence of the assassination. However, I know you will be training to master your powers with it soon, so I'd rather not leave you so underprepared." Jon looks to his brother and breathes a sigh, nodding as he takes the dagger from his hand and places the tip against the palm of the other. "Now I don't want to do this, there is no honor in torturing people… But this is your final warning before we resort to it… Who sent you to kill my brother?" Jon looks at the Assassin, who seems to be struggling with holding true to his word or being spared pain. "Alright then… Brother…?" Jon quickly raises his blade in a back handed grip.
"IT WAS THE PRINCE!" The Assassin shouts. "Prince Joffrey Baratheon! He sent me after the boy!" The assassin's voice is filled with dread, and Jon looks at him, his eyes glowing red, the gemstone in the hilt sending images to Jon.
"Maester Luwin… Do you have any Dragonglass?"
"How much do you need?"
"Enough to fill a bowl, with dried bay leaves, dried lavender, Dried Winter Rose Petals, and some straw!" Jon says, to which the Maester immediately rushes out and brings in the items he needs, in which Jon lights the dried herbs alight and then draws a few drops of blood from the assassin before tapping the drops into the mixture, before cutting his palm and allowing blood to flow into the Dragon Glass, beneath the burning herbs. That is when smoke rises above them and everyone sees Jon's eyes roll back as the smoke creates images and everyone hears the voice of Prince Joffrey.
"I will not be made to show sympathy to these Northern Savages, nor will I be made to follow the laws of these vile people! If it were possible, I'd send a Dog to kill the Wolf in his sleep!" Joffrey rants angrily, before breathing deeply and calmly. "So instead… I will send a Shadowcat to slice open the wolf's throat!" They see Joffrey turn to the Assassin, "I promise you 10,000 Gold Dragons if you do this."
"Gladly, your grace…" The Catspaw says smiling. The Vision ends there as Jon gasps.
"Take him away!" Robb shouts angrily." Jon looks to his brother and then offers back the blade, only for Catelyn to shake her head.
"Keep it, Jon, that blade is better served in your hands!" She smiles at her adopted son, who nods with a small smile before sheathing it and walking away. Later that night, Jon writes a letter to his Uncle with a smile, to be sent off with another raven, and he smiles as he accepts his name… Baelon Targaryen… Two Targaryens died because of that cursed name, the first from a burst stomach, the other barely a day old before he too passed. However, Jon… No… Baelon decides as he takes his sword and looks at it with a smile on his face.
"Your sibling blades, Blackfyre and Dark Sister, were named for Fire and Darkness, and you make the third… So you should be named after that which flows through all our veins… You are… Blood Pact!" Jon says, running the blade's edge along his hand, the blade cutting deeply, but instead of feeling pain, he feels a rush of power flowing through him. He smirks as he feels this rush, but then takes a sharp inhale to steady his nerves. 'Calm down, Baelon… It seems that whatever Blood Magic is, it seems to have an invigorating effect on the user… I just felt my body become stronger from drawing my own blood…'
"That would be the effect of my preferred style of Blood Magic…" Aegon's voice says, "As we had said earlier, Baelon, my sister-wives and I would pass on to you our three individual styles of Blood Magic to you. Each of us applied the art differently, and that is the beauty of Blood Magic, each individual mage had their own unique style built on the basis of other techniques."
"Blood Magic is ultimately influenced by one's personality, their personal code and limitations when utilizing Blood Magic, and finally, their own will. No matter the Styles or Schools they study under, a Blood Mage, or Maegi, will each possess a personalized technique when it comes to Blood Magic, and that influences the techniques and spells they learn from other styles." Visenya explains, "These personal forms of Blood Magic, the basis of their techniques and styles, are known as Blood Arts."
"How do I learn what my Blood Art is?"
"That… You must discover…" Aegon says. Jon looks at the blade one more time.
"Can you teach me to read, write, and speak High Valyrian?" Jon asks.
"Gladly…" Rhaenys says, manifesting as a specter from the gemstone. She is beyond beautiful as he looks at her, his eyes widen as he sees this woman, to think that this woman was his ancestor, he couldn't believe it. The long flowing locks like a waterfall of silver-gold, with piercing violet eyes, … "Now…"
"Shall we begin?"