The Dragonwolf comes

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Chapter one

Jon Snow awoke to a weight pressing atop his chest. He leans his head downwards to see his adopted daughter Lucia sleeping next to him. Lucia was one of the best things that happened to him. And he was eternally thankful to be her father.

"Get up Lucia, it's time to break our fast." Jon said gently as he got up. Stroking his daughter's hair out of her face.

"Five more minutes papa." Lucia let out a tried moan.

Jon chuckled.

"Oh then I guess I'll have to eat the 20 sweet rolls I made yesterday all by myself then."

His words instantly got Lucia to wake up with wide eyes.

"I'm up! I'm up!" Lucia exclaimed, rubbing his eyes.

Jon let out a laugh at Lucia's antics, rubbing her hair. "Head downstairs, I'm sure Ghost and Neeko are starting to miss you." Jon said. His daughter nodded as she got out of the bed and headed downstairs.

Once Lucia was out of sight, Jon let out a sigh and stretched his arms. The blanket fell from his naked torso, revealing the numerous scars Jon had obtained during his adventures. Price for being the Dragonborn. Heh Dragonborn. If someone told Jon, years ago, that he was destined to kill dragons and absorb their souls and save the world then he would've called them a madman. But alas it was true that Jon Snow was the Dovahkiin. Not that he didn't mind now.

Jon went to grab a shirt when suddenly the world around him went white. He looked briefly circling around to see what was happening and what he saw horrified him. Something that is rarely possible to happen to Jon in the five years he has been in Skyrim. He saw death.

Jon saw the bodies of all the friends he had made during his time in Skyrim. He saw the body of his daughter Lucia. All of them were huddled and stacked inside the walls of a burning Whiterun with harsh blizzards howling in the wind. Jon slowly walked towards his dead daughter, his mind unsure if what he saw was some vision or illusion. However, before Jon can reach Lucia, a giant fist of snow struck Jon in the face. Jon covered his face to avoid snow from going into eyes.

When he felt the snow die down a little he lowered his arms. However, Jon no longer was in a destroyed Whiterun, now he was in an annihilated Winterfell. Every single building and the walls were crumpled down, stone, wood, and the dead litter the streets.

Jon wandered aimlessly in the city center where saw something that made his heart drop. In front of him were the heads of his family, the family he left behind when he traveled west. He tried to speak but the words failed to come out. Jon soon heard something approaching, and when he turned around he saw something that made his whole body frozen in fear.

He heard the stories when he was a boy. Old Nan would tell the tales to him and Robb whenever the two got in trouble or misbehaved. Tales of creatures that live beyond the Wall, that use giant ice spiders as steads. Their pale blue eyes can turn the bravest men into cowards. White Walkers.

All of them are extremely pale with little to no clothing on them. However, one of them looked regal with spikes that looked like a crown. Jon heard of this one, this was the Night King. The Night King stared blankly at the Dovahkiin, his blue eyes piercing Jon's soul. While it put the fear of the gods in Jon, it was overshadowed by the rage that built up inside him. Jon inhaled as he was ready to blast the Night King with an Unrelenting Force shout.

Unfortunately, Jon didn't get a chance as he was now suddenly in a crypt. It appeared nordic but there were northern designs built into it. Jon deduced this as architecture made by the first men.

Jon looked around trying to figure out where he was and how to get out of here. And then he heard it. A voice called to the hero of Tamriel as he turned to see a red glow at the end of the corridor. He walked towards the glow and eventually made it to the source of the light and saw a sword embedded in a stone altar.

One side of the blade was completely blunt and flat, merging with the backside of the pommel. The other side being the only one with sharpness to it. The blade was composed of what Jon recognized as Dragonglass with a silvery glint in it. His body then started to act against his will, the Bastard of Winterfell slowly walked towards the blade and reached his hand out. His fingers gripped the hilt and pulled it out of its stoney prison. With barely using any strength, Jon pulled the sword out with ease. He felt the blade pulse a faint red glow with a sensation of warmth covering his body.

His eyes admired the weapon with awe but felt someone behind him. Jon turned around to a man in armor, what appeared to be made of Valeyrian steel, that was designed to look like a wolf. The man's face was fully covered but Jon noticed that the only thing visible was his glowing gray eyes.

"It is time to come home, little wolf." The man spoke. The two staring each other in the eyes.

Jon Snow blinked as he was now back into his room. Jon sighed as he got ready for the day and for what's to come.

Later

Jon walked downstairs as his mind contemplated the events from earlier.

"Papa, look who's here!" Jon was then brought out of those thoughts as Lucia called to him. The Dragonborn smiled as he saw his daughter at the table eating her morning meal. Next to her was a woman with black hair in steel armor. This was Lydia, the first companion that Jon ever had when he arrived at Skyrim.

"Lydia, what a pleasant surprise. I thought you were at Whiterun. What are you doing here at Goldenhill plantation?" Jon asked, trying his best not to sound rude.

Lydia raised an eyebrow and gave Jon a small smirk, "Am I not allowed to visit my Thane and his daughter?"

Jon gave a chuckle, Lydia and Lucia soon joined in. The dragonborn took his seat at the table and grabbed a loaf of bread as Lucia brought him his morning stew. Jon thanked his daughter and broke the loaf in half and dipped it in the stew. Lucia then brought Lydia her own bowl before grabbing another for herself.

The three ate their morning meals and discussed what Lydia was up to. She was currently overlooking Jon's project to build houses for those who were left homeless thanks to the civil war. Those who knew Jon admittedly found it odd as they mostly knew him as a warrior, however his reasoning was that he wanted to do more to help the people of Skyrim.

"Jarl Balgruuf says that at the rate the builders are going, we should have 20 new homes by the end of the season." Lydia explained.

Jon nodded in delight as his personal pet project was doing well. However, his face clearly showed that something was bothering him. A look Lydia can associate with trouble, Adventure, and danger. The housecarl suspected that Jon learned something big was going to happen.

Jon must've known what she was thinking because he cleared out his throat to catch Lucia's attention. "Lucia, can you check on Neeko and Ghost real quick. I want to make sure they don't get into trouble with the foxes again." Jon told his daughter. Lucia nodded as she went to check on their two most loyal pets. As soon as Lucia left the room, Jon turned to Lydia. He saw the worried look on her face and decided to get straight to the point.

"I need to go back to Westeros." Jon stated bluntly.

Lydia's eyes widened in surprise at this. She studied expression and immediately knew it had to do something with his family, the Starks. She knew of the land that Jon hailed from, a continent east of Tamriel that was devoid of magic and only had humans. She also knew about how most of the country viewed and treated illegitimate children, or bastards, like Jon. She frowned at the memory of her Thane telling her how badly he was treated by mostly everyone all because his father had a child with another woman.

"Something happened didn't it." It wasn't a question but more of a statement. Lydia got more confirmation as Jon nodded his head.

"I had a vision. An army of the dead marchs south from beyond the wall, laying waste to all those who are living." Jon explained grimly.

"Draugr?" Lydia guesses.

"White Walkers." Jon corrected.

Lydia went quiet for a minute before speaking, "When will you leave?"

"Three weeks at the latest. I need to get ready for this war." Jon explained.

Lydia nodded. "Then let's get ready." Her words caught Jon off guard.

"You want to come with me?" He asked.

"Don't look surprised, my Thane. I swore an oath to protect you and always be by your side, always. And don't try to convince me otherwise." Lydia said with confidence.

Jon let out a short laugh, "I doubt it would work anyways. You are one of the most stubborn women I know. Next to Aela."

Lydia laughs at his jape. "Well then, that settles that but on another topic. Lucia."

Jon raised an eyebrow at this, "What about her?"

"Are you planning to take her with you to Westeros?" Lydia asked.

Jon stayed silent as he pondered the thought. He loves his daughter to death and prefers that she stays here with a trusted friend like the Valerius siblings or Ysolda. To protect her from the dead that march down south. However, Jon has made many enemies here in Skyrim alone, and they will do anything to hurt him. Even if it meant hurting Lucia just to get to him. "As much as a part of me says no, I'm planning to take her with me. Besides, I think it's time that she meets the rest of her family."

Lydia simply gave him a smile. "Very well but pray tell who else will you bring with you on this journey?" She asked.

"I was thinking of taking Farkas and Aela with me, though Farkas is no longer a werewolf, it's Aela I have to worry about. Though I will figure something out." Jon said.

Lydia nodded but couldn't help but frown at the mention of the female werewolf. There was a time where she looked up to Aela but now she sees her more as a rival. Whenever Aela went with them on adventures she would try and flirt with Jon. Normally Jon will simply blush and shrug it off due to his own personal issues regarding his status as a bastard but lately he's been more open with the idea of the other sex. She overheard his talk with Vilkas about his thoughts about giving Lucia a mother. Lydia wonders if she can fill in that role, afterall she was around Lucia and Jon the most. Though, she'll have to compete with the likes of Aela, Mjoll, Sapphire, Ysolda, Jenassa, Borgakh, Serena, Jordis, and that Camilla girl from riverwood. And that's just the ones she knows of.

Lydia shook out of her thoughts and nodded at Jon's words. "Very well, anyone else you wish to bring with you, my Thane?"

Jon scowled a little bit when Lydia called him Thane but shrugged it off. He knew arguing about that was a losing battle, "Aye, Hadvar, if he is willing."

"Why Hadvar?" Lydia raised a brow.

"Because I'm planning to give General Tulius one of the enchanted dwemer bowls I found in Solstheim. The ones that can send one letter to the other, instantly. If this threat is too great for the armies of Westeros then I will need his support." Jon explained.

"Hmmm, that sounds like a good plan, my Thane, but aren't you a legate of the imperial legion? Surely Tulius would take your word for it." Lydia said.

"Aye, just consider this as reassurance." Jon explained.

Lydia simply nodded.

"I will also be talking Gregor, Golldir, Ahtar, Vorstag, Stenvar, Ilia, Marcurio, Erik, Tyra, Serana, Celann, and Ingjard about joining us." Jon added in.

"Well, do what you need to do my Thane and I will meet you in Windhelm for departure." At this Jon gave her a puzzling look. Lydia simply replied with a smirk. "Don't look at me like that. You are my Thane and I swore to be by your side for life."

Jon let out a sigh, Lydia always tried her best to join him on his adventures. She had been with him throughout the conflict with the dragons.

"Very well, I will meet you there then." Jon said.

Lydia nodded as she got up, and as soon as she did, Lucia entered back into the room. Simply by looking at their body language, she could tell that something serious was discussed. Lucia maybe a child but she isn't stupid, she had to be smart to survive since the streets of Windhelm was an unforgiving place.

"Lucia," Her father spoke. The girl immediately turned her attention to him. "You and I are going to go on a trip, so I need you to pack your things."

Lucia looked at Jon with confusion, "Where are we going papa?"

"We're going to go to where I was born, Lucia. I believe it's time to meet the rest of your family." Jon stated.

Lucia's eyes widened in excitement. "I can finally meet my grandpa?"

Jon chuckled, "Yes." He brought her close, kissing the top of her head. "Now go get ready."

Without a second thought, Lucia ran towards her room to prepare for the upcoming trip.

Jon sighed before turning to Lydia.

"Just another day in the life of Jon Snow." Lydia gave him an amused smile.

Jon gave a snort at this. "So it seems.

The End

Hope you guys enjoyed this new story. I know the whole Jon Snow as the Dragonborn has already been done. So I figured I should try my hand at it. Leave a comment on what you think about it.