Chapter 5 – Avenging Me
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I have put a poll up on my profile it is about which Sword Jon should wield. There are three choices, they are:
Longclaw (his sword in the books)
Dark Sister (a valyrian steel long sword which was also used by Aemon the Dragon knight and Bloodraven)
And Blackfyre (Blackfyre is a Valyrian steel Bastard sword which was wielded by Aegon the conqueror and by Daemon Blackfyre "the king who bore the sword")
Year 293 AL
Age Update:
Jon Sand – 10 Years Old
Oberyn Martell – 35 Years Old
Doran Martell – 45 Years Old
Ellaria Sand – 30 Years Old
Arthur Dayne – 40 Years Old
Gerold Hightower/ Edric Flowers – 50 Years Old
Oswell Whent/ Rolland Rivers – 45 Years Old
Arianne Martell – 16 Years Old
Quentyn Martell – 9 Years Old
Trystane Martell – 6 Years Old
Daemon Sand – 15 Years Old
Obara Sand – 21 Years Old
Nymeria Sand – 18 Years Old
Tyene Sand – 16 Years Old
Sarella Sand – 12 Years Old
Ned Stark – 30 Years Old
Robb Stark – 10 Years Old
Elia Sand – 7 Years Old
Obella Sand – 5 Years Old
Dorea Sand – 1 Year Old
Areo Hotah – 45 Years Old
Jon Sand POV
Every night when I sleep; I dream. But my dreams are true. I keep seeing the same thing over and over again, it frightens me. I see a woman being raped and murdered by a mountain of a man, the woman looks like uncle Oberyn; and just before she dies, she turns her head and says 'avenge me'. I have had this dream for over a month and it keeps repeating itself and it scares me.
But despite the dreams I had, I was still looking forward to today as my father, Lord Eddard Stark, was visiting me here in Dorne. He has visited before and I have visited Winterfell before but this time he will be bringing Robb, his son, with him.
When I went to visit Winterfell with Uncle Arthur I had met Robb. He was the same age as me; which was nice and he was also my brother, my half-brother. We played swords, but he wasn't as good as me, and we ran in the Godswood. I was looking forward to seeing him today.
Every day I practiced swordplay with my uncle Arthur. His name is Arthur Dayne; he used to be a member of the Kingsguard. But he refused to serve the new king, because of what he did to Elia and her children. I am currently squiring for him and I am learning what I can so I become a True Knight like him.
As I went to practice my swordplay I saw my friend Daemon Sand; he is currently a squire for Uncle Oberyn, who is also known as the Red Viper. In addition to learning the martial arts from the Sword of the Morning, I also trained with the Red Viper. Uncle Oberyn taught me that in order to win; a man must do everything in his power and even resort to dishonourable measures. He taught me about the different kind of poisons, their potency and their antidotes. I love my uncle Oberyn for he loves me like a son and treats me like a man.
Daemon was five years older than me; he was stronger, faster and bigger. But I was more skilled. "Jon" he called me "care for a match". He was sparring with a spear against Quentyn Martell, Daemon always beat Quentyn. Quentyn was leaving us to squire for Lord Anders Yronwood, this was happening in order for peace between House Martell and House Yronwood. Relations were never the same after Oberyn had killed Lord Edgar Yronwood in a duel and was rumoured to have used a poisoned blade. I would miss Quentyn he was always very serious and he did not smile much, he always very dutiful to his father and Dorne. And I hope he enjoys squiring for Lord Yronwood.
We were both armoured in padded armour where he was wielding a shield and a spear. I was wielding a long sword along with a rounded shield. He lunged at me I dodged. He thrust the spear I deflected the spear with my shield. I countered his attack with a cut he blocked the attack and countered with a well-aimed thrust at my unarmoured thigh. I dodged the attack, the main problem with the spear was that only the tip was made out of steel and the rest was made out of wood. So if the wooden shaft snapped, the spear would become useless. So as I dodged his attack and his spear became trapped under my foot. So I snapped the spear rendering it useless. Then I pointed my sword at him and Daemon surrendered. "Good match Sand" I said offering my hand.
"Good game Sand" he smiled as he shook my hand.
I was resting in the baths after my sparring match with Daemon. The water was so relaxing, that a person could almost feel at peace. This was when Arianne opened the door and stepped inside. She was wearing a very revealing white silk dress with an ornate snake coiled around her right arm, its gold and silver scales glimmered as she moved. It was as if her every step was seduction. The dress she was wearing was so revealing you could see her round ripe breasts with their huge dark nipples; you could see the lush curves at her waist and at her hip. She was making me feel uneasy. She has olive skin with large dark eyes and hair that was black and thick, which fell in ringlets to the middle of her back.
Arianne is the heir of Dorne, I love her like a sister and sometimes I'm unsure of how I love her. One could say that I am attracted to her. When I was younger Nymeria, Obara, Tyene and Sarella doted on me. While I loved them, I was also very wary of them for they are, as Arianne would call them, Oberyn with teats.
"To what do I owe this rare honour to Princess?" I asked, while Arianne simply smiled seductively before she replied back to me.
"My father and uncle Oberyn wish to speak to you, they are waiting at the pools?"
I went to the pools where two guards were on patrol guarding the entrance. "The Prince is expecting me?" and they opened the door.
Inside was Areo Hotah, the captain of Prince Doran's guards. He was there along with Prince Doran, Prince Oberyn and Maester Caleotte. And you could see the naked children playing in the pools without a care in the world. One could look at the Prince and almost pity him; but I knew the man wanted no pity and he stayed hidden in the water gardens so that Dorne's enemies would not know about this weakness. The Prince was a cautious man but not a man to be trifled with.
"My Prince I have come, as you commanded" I announced as the Maester left us.
"How are you Jon, I hear you have trouble sleeping?" he asked me.
"I am fine. It is just nightmares; nothing more and nothing less." I replied nervously.
"What did you see Jon?" I didn't like to answer questions about my dreams because they had a habit of turning true and that made me uneasy.
"I saw a woman that sees her babe torn from her arms. The babes head is dashed against the wall. The mother is then raped by a mountain of a man. Just before she dies she turns her head towards me and says avenge me, and then she dies". Both Oberyn and Doran looked extremely disturbed by what I had just told them.
"She looked like you Uncle Oberyn. I also see a little girl killed by a manticore on a red field. She calls for her father, mother. She calls for you Oberyn, and then he stabs her. The girl says 'unbowed, unbent, unbroken'. She keeps muttering those words as he stabs her." "He's laughing as he stabs her" I shout, horrified. "She then says something that surprised me and confused me".
"What was it?" asked Oberyn curiously.
"It was 'I see a dragon as great as Balerion the Black Dread riding a massive albino Direwolf killing a black manticore. My brother will avenge me' this dream haunts me. I can't get it out of my head. He stabs her again and this time she screams 'UNBOWED, UNBENT, UNBRO...'"
"Stop it, stop it. Stop Jon stop." Oberyn was visibly disturbed. "Stop boy STOP!" He stepped out of the room he was disturbed, angry and when Oberyn was like this; you should get out of his way.
"Jon do you know who that was?" Doran asked me.
"I think it was Elia being killed and Rhaenys being murdered. I don't know what it has to do with me, the dreams their scaring me."
"Are you going to be okay today Jon, with your father and your brother visiting?".
"Yes it's the only part of the day I'm looking forward to so far."
"Good Jon Good. And Jon always remember your roots and where you come from because they define who you are."
"Of course uncle I will always remember" I said confused by what the Prince had just said and wondering if there was a hidden meaning in those words.
Oberyn Martell POV
What the boy had just said about Elia and Rhaenys had really disturbed me. Was that how they died. One day I will kill Tywin Lannister, but he will suffer first.
I loved Jon like my own son. The boy was very talented with a blade, the boy had honour and within him a cold temper but when he was angry he was all fire. I remember how once Obara had angered him by calling him a girl because of his purple eyes, his long untamed dark brown hair. The boy was so angry he came dressed in light mail, wielding a short sword with a rounded wooden shield as he challenged Obara to a duel. He was eight years old at the time; Obara was 11 years his senior. Before the fight started I remember seeing Obara and the sand snakes mocking him, while the Arthur Dayne pitied him and looked worried for his nephew.
The fight didn't last long and the boy won by using his mind. And he taught my daughters to never underestimate their opponent. For as Obara thrust her spear he dodged the attack but he countered by throwing sand in her face and disarmed her, tripping her using her spear and pointing the spear at her while she was on the ground helpless. No one ever underestimated him again; the boy was made to wield a sword.
The lad was very intelligent for he didn't play the games of children much he was either practicing his sword play or in the library reading. His knowledge and ability to learn astonished the maesters.
Today Ned Stark was visiting the water gardens and visit his son. The Greyjoy rebellion had ended four years ago and Ned stark took Balon Greyjoy's youngest son as his ward, his hostage in basic terms.
Robb stark and Jon had a good relationship it would seem. The boys seemed happy. And after the Starks rested, a great feast occurred. And it seemed as if Robb was staring at Tyene, had the boy never seen a girl. But the boy should be wary for one could never trust Tyene, she maintained a sweet and pious persona but she loved poisons and they were her favoured weapon.
After the feast I saw Ned Stark along with the Sword of the Morning go with my brother. They seemed very secretive, this intrigued me. They were talking quietly and carefully, but I kept hearing the word 'Jon' and his 'true father'. So does this mean that Ned stark isn't his father. Who could be the father? The boy had dark lilac eyes, but he had the Stark look. Then I remembered how Rhaegar looked, they have the same eye shape, same nose shape and same mouth shape. And those eyes, they were dark lilac. He had Rhaegar's eyes, Rhaegar is his father.
DORAN HOW COULD HE DO THIS? TO ELIA? TO ME?
I burst through the door. I was angry, no I was beyond angry. I was furious. From their looks I could tell they knew that I knew. Arthur Dayne was reaching for Dawn. My brother hinted towards him to not raise arms.
"Doran, how could you do this? You betrayed Elia, you betrayed me and you betrayed Dorne!" I was angry and I was shouting.
"So you would betray the boy. I know you love the boy; you look at him like your own son. You would surrender him to Tywin Lannister, to be butchered like Aegon and Rhaenys." Doran was angry. "Lord Eddard Stark and the Sword of the Morning came with Jon and pleaded their case. He is Aegon's and Rhaenys's brother. You Oberyn wanted to raise Dorne for Viserys, despite the boy being mad like his father. You heard him when he told you about his dreams. I do not forgive Rhaegar for what he did to our sister but don't blame the son for the sins of the father. The boy is the son of Rhaegar and Lyanna and one day he will avenge Elia and bring the ruin of House Lannister. And he is the rightful King. You owe him your allegiance Oberyn".
Doran had me quaking in my boots. Then from behind the curtain I could see something move, someone was there, someone was listening. Was it one of Varys's agents?
It was Jon The boy was furious; his face had turned with angry. And behind his purple eyes you could see him burning with rage. "YOU LIED TO ME" he looked at me, Eddard Stark, my brother and Arthur Dayne. "You lied to me" the boy had tears in his eyes, this was too much for me, Jon all of us. And the boy ran out of the room.
"Jon" Lord Stark called him.
"Allow him time to calm down. The boy has maturity beyond his years. Give him time". Said Doran I wasn't sure if Doran believed himself.