A Song of Light and Shadow

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Chapter 2

Jon

"For the Watch!" they muttered as they stabbed Jon snow repeatedly in tears.

Jon Snow fell to the icy ground while his so called "Brothers" watched him bleed. He tasted his own blood on his lips as his warmth fled from him. He slowly closed his eyes as the cold gripped him. With his dying breath, he called out to Ghost in his mind. Then, all went black.

Jon then found himself in quarters, clawing at the door, but he was not himself. Snow white paws scratched viciously at the door, trying to break through, but he was unable. He silently whimpered to himself, trying to figure a way out. In despair he laid under the table for what seemed to be hours. Night gathered before he heard movement at the door. He took an aggressive stance, ready to attack anything that walked through that door. When the door opened, Edd walked through.

"Ghost?" Edd asked, surprised to see the white direwolf in Jon's old quarters, "What are you doing here?"

Sensing no threat from Edd, Ghost silently zipped past Edd, and sniffed out the scent of where Jon's body was. The Watch had put the body on a cart, ready to bury it on the morrow, when Ghost found it. He softly whimpered. Edd came up next to Ghost. Tears ran down his check as Ghost gently nudged at his fallen master.

"I am sorry, Ghost," Edd said, though he was sure the direwolf could not understand him.

Ghost then nudged at Edd's arm. Edd looked into Ghost's eyes before Ghost looked back at Jon, then at Edd again. Ghost then began moving towards the gate. Ghost looked back at Edd, who was staring back at Ghost in confusion, and then Ghost nodded towards Jon's body.

"I must be crazy for following him," Edd muttered to himself as he picked up Jon's body and followed Ghost.

Edd took a horse and place Jon on top of it. He then mounted the horse himself to keep Jon from falling off. When the gate was opened, Ghost sprang out into the night. Edd followed Ghost into the night. The direwolf was leading him south. Though why, Edd was not sure. They came to the Gift, where the armies of Stannis Baratheon had made camp. Most of those armies, however, were gone. According to a letter Jon received some time earlier, Stannis Baratheon and his forces were crushed trying to take back Winterfell. Though Edd wondered why Ghost led them here, in the back of his mind, he was sure he already knew. If he was right, he did not want to be here at all.

They approached a particularly large tent in the center of the camp. The tent was red, and was brightly illuminated. Ghost stood before the tent. For the first time, he howled. The howl was great and terrible to behold, but it was also like that of a song. It was a cold howl, and yet Edd's heart was strangely warmed in hearing it. Yet, there was also command behind it as well. The light of the moon came out from behind the clouds and struck the wolf. Ghost appeared to be glowing beneath the moon. He stood tall and proud as his blood red eyes pierced into the tent.

From out of tent stepped Melisandre, the Red Priestess, her red eyes met Ghost's first. She looked deeply in them and opened her mouth as to speak to the direwolf, but he turned his head back and looked towards Edd and the body of Jon Snow. Melisandre followed Ghost's gaze until her eyes rested upon Jon Snow as well.

"It appears Snow did not have his direwolf near him like I advised," Melisandre said grimly before looking at Edd, "Bring him into the tent."

Edd dismounted his horse and brought Jon's body into the tent like Melisandre asked.

"What are you going to do to him?" Edd asked coldy.

"Why don't you ask Jon," Melisandre replied.

"Jon is dead," Edd said.

"Jon is right there," Melisandre said back, pointing at Ghost, "The Red God must have use for him yet if he allowed Jon and Ghost to join like this."

Edd looked in confusion at Ghost, but Ghost seemed to as if nod to Edd again. He opened his mouth to speak, but could not find his voice. How could such a thing be possible? Those ways were long dead.

"Jon is a warg," Edd said in awe.

"It would appear so," the Red Priestess said, "Though I do not know how this could be, considering that his human body has been taken. We need fire for these wounds."

"But fire would destroy him," Edd said.

"Fire is the purest death," Melisandre said, "and it is the greatest cleanser of impurity. Jon must be made pure."

"I don't understand," Edd said.

"Nor will you," Melisandre replied, "You must only have faith. The direwolf must stay here, but you need to leave."

Melisandre than began to pray as Edd left them. Ghost looked at Melisandre warily, not taking his eyes off of her, yet putting trust in her at the same time. When after she was done with her prayer, she lit a fire and looked to Ghost.

"In order for this to work," Melisandre began, "I need your blood. This is because of your connection to Jon. I won't kill you, but I need your blood to give life to his body. Normally only death can pay for life, but the payment is not required if the life is still existent. And Jon's life is in you."

Ghost walked toward Melisandre, a low growl in his voice. Melisandre heard the growl, her eyes always looking into Ghost's. Melisandre, with a knife in hand, knelt down and took one of Ghost's paws. She made a small incision that drew enough blood for the ritual to be completed. She then smeared the blood upon Jon's chest and then bound Ghost's wound. For a moment, Ghost heard a voice in the flame. 'Snow' it repeated quietly over and over again. Melisandre glanced over the flame as well. A frown was upon her face. She shook her head and walked closer to the fire. Her hands heated from the fire and the warmth seemed greater than it did before.

Ghost kept his eyes upon the Red Priestess as she began to knell and pray before the flame. In response, the flame bust blue. Both Ghost and Melisandre were taken back by the flame's sudden change in color. It seemed to grow bigger and brighter as Melisandre backed away from it.

"Snow," the flame called again, louder this time. The flame grew out of control.

Ghost and Melisandre retreated from the tent and looked back as the bright blue flames engulfed the tent. Melisandre stared at the tent in utter confusion, but the flames went on and on until the dawn came. It was then when Ghost, Melisandre, and Edd looked at the burnt area, but in the center stood of the ruin stood Jon Snow, naked, and yet unharmed. His scars visible, yet fully healed. He looked at them, his eyes had a fire in them that shown as brightly as the stars.

"Winter has come," he said, "Night gathers, and now our watch begins."