Jon POV

When he had made all those grand plans of travelling the world and finding his place in it, not once did he ever think about any drawbacks or hardships that he would encounter yet only two weeks in and he could feel his stomach churn in pain as he was overcome with nausea due to seasickness. The folly of youth. It took all the willpower he had to stop himself from throwing up for the third time that day as he continued to heave, he couldn't believe he would have to endure another week of sailing before they finally docked at Braavos and he could be free from suffering. Theon would be hysterical with laughter if he could see me right now, thinking of the squid only served to remind him of his family and the way he had left.

Three weeks ago

After making his decision to leave Winterfell for good, he knew it was time to get a good dressing down from his father for his display in the yard. No doubt the man would talk about his out of control temper and going over the top due to some distasteful words.

He made his way from the Godswood to the main castle mentally preparing himself for the words to come and the thought of whatever his father was going to say just seemed to rile his anger even more. Before he could notice, a small blur crashed into his side and seemed as though it was trying to squeeze the life out of him.

"Are you okay big brother?" Arya asked, the sight of his little sister warmed his heart and made him feel a lot lighter on his feet.

"Why would I not be okay hmm?" Jon teased in reply with a grin.

She began to chew on her bottom lip with nervousness clearly upset about something, "It's just... you're always angry at everyone" Arya whispered as she tightened her hug.

"Have I ever been angry at you little pup?" Jon spoke as he crouched to his knees to look the ten year old directly in the eye.

She shook her head fervently like she had been asked to do something she finds distasteful such as sewing a dress, "No never! You're the best big brother anyone could ever have" Arya rapidly responded but then it was like a wave of sadness overcame her eyes as she looked to the ground, "but you... you're just always wanting to fight with everyone else."

"Lord Stark says I have the famous wolfs blood that Starks of old were notorious for having, it's probably why I'm always angry and fighting " Jon remarked.

He didn't know if he was telling the truth about his anger issues or not, but he had always been moody as a child which then manifested into the anger he seems to constantly carry. Many people say the wolfs blood is strong in him and he used to revel in it for a while because it seemed to give him some sort of validation that he was a Stark. No matter how much his father advised him to learn how to keep it under control, he never did rather choosing to let it run rampant resulting in the various scraps and trouble he always seemed to find himself in no matter how much he denied any fault.

Arya looked to be sceptical of him but before she could respond, they were interrupted by Jory, "pardon Lady Arya but Lord Stark wishes for me to escort Jon to his solar."

Jon visibly cringed at the thought of what was to come, which Jory seemed to find amusing as the large grin on his face couldn't be any more obvious. He looked to see if he could make a quick getaway to the stables so he didn't have to face his father but he knew the longer he delayed the worse his punishment would be, not like I'll be here long enough to suffer any punishment

"Come on Jon make this easy for me lad, I don't want to keep Lord Stark waiting for too long or explain that you gave me the slip."

Jon nodded in acceptance as he quite liked Jory and didn't want to make his life harder simply because of his own bad mood. He grabbed Arya in a bear hug and told her that he would come see her after he was done with Lord Stark, maybe she could have that sword fighting lesson she always begged him for. That brought a bright smile to her face as she hugged him back just as tight, telling him how he really was the best brother in the world.

It wasn't much longer before they were interrupted by Jory again telling them how urgently Lord Stark wanted to see him forcing the siblings to part as Arya no doubt would have to go back to whatever lesson she escaped from as he made his way to the Lords solar. "As far as I'm concerned Jon, I thought the Ironborn deserved the beating you gave him" Jory told him as they reached his father's solar before giving him a pat on the back. Jon was about to reply but before he could Jory had knocked on the door with Lord Stark telling them to enter.

"I've brought Jon as requested My Lord" the captain of the guards stated with a respectful bow.

"Thank you Jory, you may return to your post" his father replied with a measured tone.

Jory gave another bow before swiftly leaving the solar, making sure to shut the door behind him. Not once had his father taken those cold grey eyes off of him from the moment he stepped foot in the solar. As much as Jon wanted to hide in a corner, his pride wouldn't allow him to submit so he just stared back at his father without a flinch. His father seemed to be shocked at the intensity of his own look as his eyes softened considerably, "take a seat lad" he finally spoke prompting me to acquiesce with his request.

"you know why you're here" he bluntly stated to which I nodded.

"All I want to know is why?" he asked.

"He insulted my mother so I defended her honour My Lord, did I truly need any other reason" I replied without hesitation.

"What insults prompted you to beat Theon down in such a brutal manner, there was no honour in what you did" he chastised me with a look of disappointment.

"No honour in what I did, tell me if a trueborn son had done what I did today, if Robb had defended Lady Starks honour in such a manner would he not have been labelled as chivalrous and honourable" I couldn't help but shout at my father.

"Mayhaps the southern folk here would have, but I would have seen it for what it was, an act of vengeance for the simple reason of personal satisfaction" he snapped back at me with all the fury of a winters storm.

"Aye mayhaps it was for personal satisfaction, was I not entitled to some satisfaction after Theon's words, tell me if a man, especially one who is a hostage insulted your mother or even your sister in such a manner would you have not sought vengeance" his father seemed to flinch at the mention of his sister.

"I understand I'm a bastard and there are consequences to my actions but I will never allow anyone, man or woman to ever insult my mother or question her honour" I couldn't help but snarl out. The ferocity of my words seemed to take my father by surprise as his stoic facade seemed to break and a look of guilt and sadness overcame his features.

"Listen Jon this has nothing to do with your birth, for a while now you've been unable to control that temper of yours, I've tried my best to help you control it yet you rebuff me every time" he said.

"Nothing to do with my birth, this has everything to do with my birth, from the moment I could breathe, my birth has always been used against me no matter what I've done, this is supposed to be my home yet all it has ever felt like is a prison" I couldn't help but whisper the last part. The look of guilt seemed to worsen on my father's face, which only made me feel horrible on the inside but I couldn't bottle my feelings any longer.

"You truly feel like Winterfell is a prison for you" he spoke with the softest voice I've ever heard him use with anyone.

"Aye, I've never felt like I belong here no matter how much I love you and my siblings it feels like my place here has only ever been temporary" I replied.

"You may not have my name Jon but you have my blood, Winterfell is as much your home as any Starks" my father declared with his usual seriousness.

"We both know that's not how the worlds works, no matter how much of your blood runs through my veins I will always be a snow, the outcast and lone bastard wolf" I countered.

"If this was truly my home, then why is a damn hostage treated better than me?" I couldn't help but question.

"Theon is not treated better than you Jon."

I couldn't help but laugh at my father's ignorance, "is that why he has chambers close to the family wing whilst I sleep on the other side of the keep near the servants and stables. Is that why he sits near the high table at feasts whilst I sit at the lowest table. Is that why he has a larger allowance than me despite the fact you're my father and is that why I have chores similar to that of the servants whilst he can go around dallying with whores."

"Before you apologise for anything just know I made my peace with it a long time ago."

"Y-you're my son Jon but I can't afford to give you the same privileges without angering my wife."

"And here I thought my birth has nothing to do with anything. What happened to being your blood and Winterfell being my home as much as any Stark. The truth is it isn't but you wont accept it."

"You need to understand Jon.."

"Understand what, that you decided to fuck my mother, breaking your wedding vows and now everyone else has to suffer the consequences of your actions!"

"Watch your tone boy, I took you into my home and raised you as my son, you should be thanking me."

"Why should I? You won't even tell me the name of my mother, hell you won't even tell me if she's dead or alive, what kind of man refuses their son the name of his mother."

"You don't understand now but when you're older and can handle the truth is when I will tell you."

"What truth, that she was Ashara Dayne or mayhaps she truly was some whore you allowed into your bed during the rebellion."

"Who told you Ashara was your mother?"

"Please, don't act so shocked... everyone gossips how she is my mother because of Harrenhal and how I inherit my eyes from her."

The tension in the solar seemed to increase tenfold at the mention of Ashara Dayne, mayhaps she truly was my mother and he's ashamed of the dalliance they had, breaking his vows of marriage.

"Ashara is not your mother Jon."

"Then who is?"

He refused to even look me in the eye as he sighed and stood from his seat to face the hearth which crackled due to the burning logs. For a few moments there was silence and he allowed himself to rejoice in the fact that mayhaps he had worn his father down and he was finally going to tell him the elusive name of his mother. The one thing he desired more than anything else in his short life. Yet the next words that came out his father's mouth felt like a jagged dagger to the heart.

"I told you Jon when you're older I will tell you. You are free to go, I will not punish you this time for your behaviour because Theon went too far but next time I expect you to rein in that anger of yours. Go... I expect to see you for dinner in the main hall tonight."

He didn't know if it was the tone his father spoke in, the words he spoke or the words he didn't, mayhaps it was a combination of all, but Jon felt the familiar feelings of rage come over him and wanted nothing more than to hit something. It took every ounce of willpower he had to refrain from doing something so foolhardy and it only reinforced his plan to leave Winterfell.

He moved to the door of the solar and was about to leave, but his blood was boiling and he needed to say his final piece before leaving for good lest he regret missing this chance.

"They say you're the most honourable man in the seven kingdoms Lord Stark, but the truth is you're not the honourable man people think you are, you merely use honour as a shield to deflect from your own mistakes and shortcomings."

He promptly exited the solar before his father could say another word and made his way to his shitty little room to prepare himself for what was to come. He packed a few spare change of clothes into a bag as well as all the coin he had saved over the years. The coin wasn't much but it would be enough for him to survive until he could find some work to support himself.

His father had told him he expected to see him for dinner but he doubted that he would even notice his absence considering the distance between his seat and where the family sat. he needed to find as much non-perishable food items from the kitchen such as salted meats and dried fruit. He should probably stock up on as much drinking water as possible so he doesn't die from dehydration. What a stupid way to die.

He made his way to the kitchens to begin stocking up on whatever he could sneak out. Luckily for him, Marna was on duty and was too busy preparing for tonight's meal as Gage was not feeling too well, when she noticed him he had quickly lied that he was stocking up some rations because he would be going on a quick hunt and had not eaten. It seems she had either believed the lie or simply didn't have time to bother with what he was doing which worked out for him. The food he had taken would last him at the very least a sennight and a half if not a full fortnight if properly rationed.

Once he had fully stocked up he tried his best to act natural as he made his way back to his room so he could grab everything. At this time, everyone is usually busy doing their duty and his siblings would be in their lessons giving him ample opportunity to leave without being stopped. He would also need to write letters addressed to his siblings and father so they don't worry that he is dead in a ditch somewhere, which made him realised he would need to leave a false trail in the wolfswood so he could buy himself even more time. As he made it to his chambers he quickly grabbed some ink and parchment and was about to start penning his farewell when there was a knock at the door.

He was confused as to who would be here for him at this time, he quickly hid his supplies in the small wardrobe he was given and went to open the door. His brother Robb was waiting outside the door with a look of determination.

"Jon... "

"What do you want Stark?"

"I..I can we speak please brother?"

He really wanted to deny his request but the fact he called him brother instead of Snow as he usually would softened his anger at the heir to Winterfell. Not to mention, this would be the last time they would have a chance to speak for a while if not ever. The guilt from earlier was as plain as ever on the auburn haired lads face, his usual blue eyes would twinkle with mischief but at the moment they looked downcast and he could garner the shame in them. He beckoned him inside and closed the door behind him ensuring no one would overhear what would be spoken between them.

"Make it quick Stark, I wish to go hunting"

"I don't even know where to begin, I just want to apologise for what happened in the yard. Theon shouldn't have spoken ill of your mother in such a vile manner."

"Aye he shouldn't have, but I'm confused as to why you are here apologising for him."

"I didn't come just to apologise for him, I came so I could apologise for not speaking up when I should have. You're my brother Jon and I should have smacked Theon for the way he spoke."

"Aye you should have."

"I'm sorry brother, please forgive me."

"No."

His brother flinched at the cold tone used to reject his apology, almost as though he had been physically struck. He felt cruel doing such a thing, but he was sick of Robb always trying so hard to stay neutral, constantly allowing Theon to get away with whatever to keep the peace demonstrating that his friendship with the hostage was held in higher regard than the shared blood that bonded them together. His brother needed to learn that you can't have the best of both worlds, that there would always be issues and steep consequences to the choices you make, something he no doubt got from Lord Stark.

"You can leave now Stark."

"Brother please..."

"Leave Stark" he said once more as he turned away from his brother and reached for his bow by the side of his bed.

"I'm not leaving until you speak to me brother, properly speak to me that is."

"Oh so now you wish to speak, where has this courage been for the last year or so hmm?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about the fact that today was not the first time you've stayed silent when your little friend has opened his mouth to spew out vile filth in the form of words."

"Aye you're right Jon, I stay silent and mayhaps that makes me a right coward, but I also stay silent when you do the same to Theon."

"HA and when exactly have I ever insulted him in such a way?"

"You've done it numerous times Jon, you insult his people and their way of life. You are always quick to remind him that he isn't a ward but a hostage that is one raven away from execution"

"Aye I do, but I've never stooped so low as to insult his mother no matter what."

"Mayhaps not and I agree he went too far today but my point still stands Jon you insult him just as much as he does you." As much as Jon wanted to refute his brothers words he knew he was telling the truth, but he was still angry at his brother for always choosing Theon over him.

"I have only ever wanted you both to get along. He is my friend and you are my brother, how can you ask me to choose between the both of you."

"I expect you to choose me because we share blood!" he could not help but shout.

"I may not share blood with Theon, but he is my brother too Jon. You forget I was his first friend here, seven hells be damned I may be his only friend here."

"Hmm and I wonder why that is Stark. You are the only one that is too blind to see him for who he truly is."

"And who is he truly?"

"A two-faced snake that will stab you in the back first chance he gets."

"Tell me brother, how would you know that?"

"Because I can see through him."

"That's funny you know because if you were to ask everyone in Winterfell who would be most likely to stab me in the back, majority of them would say you."

"Aye they would, but not because of my character but because I am a bastard, a circumstance beyond my control."

"Aye and I know you would never betray me just as I've let every single person who has said so know, there's no one I trust more than you Jon, no one I'd rather have besides me when I take up the mantle of Warden of the North."

Jon did not know how to respond to that, it seemed his brother still remembered his promise from when they were young kids when they would run care-free in the snow, nothing to worry about in their young lives. As much as the idea appealed to him even now, he knew he had outgrown Winterfell and that it could never be his home no matter how much he wished but he would not tell his brother that lest he grow suspicious. He wanted to stay angry at Robb, but he could never hold any ill will to his brother and he didn't want him being even more upset.

"You mean that... brother?"

"Of course Jon, you are my brother now and always and I'm sorry that I haven't shown it as much as I should. I truly am sorry."

"Don't get soft on me now Stark, you're forgiven."

"Thank you brother."

"Okay you can get lost now, I need to get ready so I can go on a hunt."

"Aye, I need to go and see father anyway for lessons. I'll see you tonight brother."

He could only nod his head in agreement as Robb made his way to the door but stopped before he opened the door to leave, he stood still for a few moment before turning to face him once more. A look of annoyance adorning his face only seemed to make him worry that mayhaps his brother realised his plan to leave.

"Today in the yard.. you destroyed me with ease."

"Aye."

"Yet normally our spars are so much closer. You've been letting me win haven't you?"

"I don't know what you are talking about Robb"

"Don't lie to me Jon, the way you fought today, I felt as though I was being overwhelmed by ten men. You've been letting me win. Why?"

"I ermm.."

"Don't lie to me, tell me the truth. Why have you been holding back against me all this time?"

"Because every time I beat you with ease I would be labelled as a usurper that would steal everything from you. I would have to endure the glares of everyone, especially your mother and her hateful words for daring to beat the heir to Winterfell."

"I am sorry that you had to go through that brother, why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I did not want you to feel guilty for other people's actions and well I didn't want you to get upset that I was throwing our spars or that I was much better than you with a sword."

"You are an idiot brother."

"Robb.."

"No, you let me speak. You should have told me what was happening because it's not fair that you went through that. As for my mother, I will deal with her myself she had no right to behave in such a manner."

"No please , I don't want there to be even more problems because of me."

"Damn you Jon, she had no right nor did any other who acted similarly and as for being upset that you are better, do you really think so low of me, I'd be annoyed aye but at myself, never upset. It would only spur me on to try harder in the yard."

"I'm sorry Robb."

"Well this conversation really has come full circle hasn't it"

He couldn't help but laugh at the truth of his brothers words, and before he knew it his brother grabbed him in a bear hug as he told him he was sorry for everything but he would make sure things would be different from today before leaving for his lesson. Aye things will be different but not in the way you think Robb, I'm just glad when I leave we won't be parted on bad terms.

The moment his brother had left, he grabbed the parchment and ink once more to pen his goodbyes and he would never admit it to anyone but he cried like a new-born babe during all of them. Once his goodbyes were done, a letter for his father and each of his siblings, he also made sure to write one for Old Nan and Maester Luwin since they always treated him like family, something akin to a pseudo grandchild. leaving the letters on his bed with a heavy heart knowing that no maid would come to change his sheets or clean his room since Lady Catelyn ensured he had to complete all menial chores by himself.

After taking a few minutes to compose himself and steel his nerves he quickly made his way to the stables sticking to the shadows as much as possible so as to not garner any suspicions considering the large sack he had over his shoulder. It seemed as though the Old Gods were watching him as no one seemed to be around and if they were they didn't pay any attention to him and that's when he realised it was time for lunch for majority of the servants and couldn't help but grin at his fortune.

Hullen was not at the stables as usual allowing him to quickly find Winter, his black courser that was a gift for his tenth name day. She was an unruly beast that no one could tame and many said that it was better if she was put down before she kills someone, but the moment he looked into those black orbs he instantly fell in love. He didn't know why or how, but he never feared her like everyone else and it seemed as though she was as taken with him as he was with her given that she never lashed out at him but rather she calmed down and allowed him to stroke her mane. The shock was clear as a summers sky on everyone's face when he came out of the stables riding on her back with a massive grin as he had managed to tame her when no one else could. Many asked him how but he could not explain it in words as to how when he would ride atop her it felt as though they would become one entity, their minds would sync in harmony.

"Hello girl, are you ready to go for a ride."

She neighed in what he assumed was agreement as he saddled her back before mounting her with ease. He was ready to leave and see the world, mayhaps he would finally find the reason for his existence. Destiny awaits for no man and unlike many he was eager to find his.

He directed her to the wolfswood as he planted a false trail for the inevitable search party his father would send out for him thus buying him some time before he searched his room for a clue and finding the letter. Given that it was only midday, he had the perfect opportunity to create as much distance between himself and Winterfell as possible. His father would send ravens informing everyone about him being missing on the morrow most likely, so he would have to be careful when he finally gets to White Harbor. Lord Manderly would recognise him with ease having just been to Winterfell not too long ago and advocating for Jon to be seated at the high table with them.

Once he had gotten deep into the wolfswood where a trail would be impossible to follow, he diverted his path and made his way east and off the Kings road towards the white knife and follow it south. He could not risk being caught by anyone searching for him on his fathers order. The men he would most likely encounter would be Hornwood men, given that they were closest so he could not waste any time and embarked on his journey.

It had been a few days of riding with no problems and Jon was grateful for it, but as always there would be something to fuck everything up. He had decided to let Winter have a short break and guided her to the river so she could have some water to quench her thirst when they appeared out of nowhere. There was three of them, they strolled along nonchalantly like they were out for a walk to enjoy the crisp northern air. As much as he wanted to give them the benefit of the doubt, he wasn't stupid or a naïve little child, these men were going to rob him.

"You seem to be lost friend" spoke the ugliest of the lot.

"I know exactly where I am and I am not your friend."

"Rude little fellow aren't ya?"

He ignored the man's response as he subtly reached for the hilt of his sword, this is not what he wanted, he was on a tight schedule as it was and these idiots were delaying him. He took another look at the men and noticed that they didn't have the best quality of clothing, but it was adequate enough to keep them warm.

"Oi ya little shit, the man asked you a question" another ugly cunt spat out which he also ignored, further enraging them.

"Fook this, I'm not wasting time doing the act on this kids since he wont play along, lets gut him and get out of here."

As soon as the first man reached him, he spun in a flash and unsheathed his sword in a flash, slashing at the man's throat in a singular motion. He dropped to the ground dying in a puddle of his own blood. His two friends faltered seeing their comrade killed with such ease at the hands of who they assumed was a defenceless young boy.

"Come.. if you dare" Jon growled.

Jon felt the familiar rush of the wolfsblood flow through him and grinned at what was to come. The second assailant took out his own sword, a crudely made thing if the chips along the edge were any indicator. He charged at him recklessly in a fit of rage, letting off curses that would have made Old Nan proud. The moment he was within striking range, he swung the sword in a downwards arc which Jon parried with ease before unsheathing his second sword and using it to dismember the cunt from the wrist, his pathetic sword clattering to the ground with his severed hand still attached to the hilt.

"AAARRRGHHHH, YOU BASTARD!"

The man screamed in agony at the loss of his hand as blood poured profusely from the gaping wound. His screams sounded like a beautifully composed symphony to Jons ears and he relished in it for a moment before ending his pathetic life with a quick slash to the legs that dropped him to his knees and then cut off his head without wasting another second.

The final man was the smallest of the lot and was visibly shaking, he hadn't even unsheathed his sword as he began to stammer. Jon stalked towards him like a hungry wolf on the prowl, his smile getting wider and more manic with each step he took. A foul stench permeated the air and he laughed at the fact the twat had actually shat himself.

"P-please Milord, mercy I beg you."

"You beg me do you? You don't sound like you're begging."

In response to his goading, the sobbing coward dropped to his knees and then proceeded to all fours as he placed his head on the ground in a display of submission, the man was shaking uncontrollably as he begged for mercy. Jon could not believe how pathetic these men truly were, just a few moments ago he along with his dead friends wanted to rob him and kill him. Now he was begging for mercy like a coward.

"Look at me" Jon ordered.

The man lifted his head off the floor until he was just on his knees as tears flowed down his face and guessing by the stains on his breeches he had pissed himself. Jon wanted to throw up in disgust at what was before him.

"You made a terrible mistake, you need to learn that there are consequences to your actions."

"Please Milord, I beg you please spare my..."

In the blink of an eye, Jon impaled him with his sword through the mouth before he could even finish what he was saying. He pulled out the sword and wiped it against his lifeless body to clean the blade of any blood.

"I am no Lord."

Jon decided to leave the bodies for the crows, these men weren't worth his time to bury and he needed to continue his journey to White Harbor. It would be a few days later when he would finally arrive and would be gobsmacked at the sight of the only city this far north, with its streets that are wide and cobbled and impossibly straight. Homes built of whitewashed stone with steeply-pitched roofs of a dark grey slate. The fact this wondrous sight was in the North made Jon giddy with excitement at the possibility of even greater wonders that he could possibly find in the vast world.

The first thing he needed to do was find his way to the docks to find a ship willing to take him and Winter to Braavos, he led the wary mare down the street in what he was hoping the right direction. I should probably ask someone for directions before I get lost. He noticed an older man with an olive complexion struggling to drag along his large barrow and decided he may aswell offer him some assistance.

"You need some help there mate?"

"If you wouldn't mind" he replied deeply out of breath and with an accent that was foreign to Jon's ears.

"Where exactly are we going?"

"The trading vessel I came aboard is docked at the port young man."

"Let us be off then."

They would reach the port in ten minutes as the foreign stranger showed him the way to his ship, a huge galley with a purple banner and what he recognised as the Titan Of Braavos embedded at the centre. He helped drag the goods up the ramp onto the ship and was in shock at the size of the ship, how man had created such a thing was beyond him.

"Thank you for the help, is there anything I can do in return for you young man?"

"I am assuming this ship is heading to Braavos?"

"You have the right of it."

"I was hoping I could pay for passage to Braavos, a room for me and a place for my horse."

"Consider it done, this ship belongs to the Sealord of Braavos and I am one of his envoys."

"You work for the Sealord?"

"Yes, I have been serving Braavos for many years, I will have someone prepare one of the spare rooms for you, however we don't leave until the morrow."

"That is acceptable for me, thank you."

"How old are you young man?"

"Ten and four."

"Why are you going to Braavos."

"I wish to seek my place in the world and I have a feeling my place is across the narrow sea."

"Ah, the adventurism of youth. I never got your name my friend."

"Jon, Jon Snow."

"I am Teregeo, envoy of Braavos."

Jon was directed to a modest room with a feather bed, a wash basin and a small desk. All in all, he was quite happy with the room he was given especially given the fact Teregeo allowed him it for free and refused any payment even when he offered to at least pay for his meals. Jon was a bit nervous at first when he told him his surname, sure that he would look his nose down at him but the man hadn't even batted an eye, treating him like an equal. When asked why, he simply laughed and said he could not care less about the circumstances of a man's birth because it is not the actions of his parents that define how his life will be lived but the contents of one's own character. Jon decided he liked the man, he had common sense and was not prejudiced like other noble twats. A week or wo of sailing and they would reach Braavos, a fresh start away from the suffocating walls of Winterfell and the piercing glares, he was going to make it, he had no other choice.

Present time

The boat lurched, breaking him out his trance and bringing him back to the present time. He really hated travelling by sea, if the Drowned God was as real as Theon claimed, he was definitely a cunt. A few more heaves was all it took for him to decide that it was time for a nap, his body needed to rest considering whatever he had eaten recently was floating somewhere within the waves of the Narrow Sea. The moment his eyes closed, all the tension left his body without a fight, his muscles felt relaxed as his mind drifted away to another world.

He didn't know where he was, he felt like he was floating in the vast emptiness until he heard them. Two monstrous roars that froze his blood, he turned to where the petrifying sounds originated from and felt terror wrack his body at what he was seeing. A pair of monstrous beasts fighting each other with a savagery he had never seen, no these were not mere beasts, these were dragons. They could have passed for the same if it wasn't for one glaring difference, one was red like flowing blood and the other an impossible black, so dark he swore it was absorbing whatever light there was present.

The two dragons clawed and bit at each other without mercy, trying their hardest to rip their foe to shreds. He wanted to scream at them to stop but found that as usual his voice was taken from him and then he heard the same ethereal voice as last time.

"Urnēbagon hāeda zaldrīzes se gūrēñagon sīr ao mazverdagon keskydoso."

He watched as the red dragon had the black dragon at its mercy and hesitated in killing it's fearsome foe, but that would be the last time the red dragon would do anything as that hesitation was all the black dragon needed to throw it off balance with a burst of fire before lunging at the distracted enemy to rip out it's throat. The red dragon let out a pitiful dying sound as the black dragon roared triumphantly as his head suddenly multiplied by three, each head adorned with a crown before it leapt off its hind legs as it flew west over the sea with an armada following below for as far as the eye could see. For some reason, Jon felt sad watching as the red dragon slowly succumbed to the sustained injuries and wanted to comfort it but he never got the chance as his entire world was spun on its axis and the darkness took him once more.

He was brought to an island which looked like it was almost completely stone and there was no one around, there wasn't even any sound, just complete silence. No crashing of the waves, or even the usual chittering of nature. He was wary of whatever isolated island he was brought to, he could feel a presence hidden just calling out to him. Without realising, he had begun to walk with purpose in each step as the presence clouded his mind, each step bringing him until the aura of whatever lurked nearby overwhelmed his mind. There was a cave just ahead and he did not want to walk any further, this only enraged the presence even more, forcing him to his knees. It felt as though his head was being split in half as the very island began to shake as a shadow slowly emerged from the cave entrance, but he couldn't concentrate as the pain in his head increased forcing his eyes shut as he tried to fight whatever was doing this to him. Slowly but surely the pain subsided allowing him to open his eyes once more. The moment he did, he glimpsed glowing orbs of green fire before he was showered in flames.

Jon awoke in a frenzy, he could feel his heart hammering against his chest. He looked around frantically like a madman and began to calm realising it was just a dream and that he was in his cabin on the ship. There was knocking on his door and he allowed whoever it was to entre.

"It's good to see you awake, you had us worried for a while" spoke Teregeo.

"what do you mean?"

"You were asleep for two whole days my friend, nothing we did could wake you."

"W-what, that can't be right, I felt like I barely slept."

"It seems travelling by sea for the first time truly took it out of you."

"Aye, I suppose so."

"Get dressed and then come with me."

"Where are we going?"

"Just get dressed and I will show you."

He quickly got up the moment Teregeo left his room and wiped himself clean with a wet cloth and changed into some clean clothing. He felt his stomach rumble and decided to grab some salted meat that he still had leftover. Teregeo was waiting for him outside and walked him onto the deck and he was in awe. The infamous statue known as the Titan of Braavos was a sight to behold, a behemoth of a warrior made of bronze and granite, he couldn't help but grin in anticipation.

"Welcome to Braavos my friend."

Valyrian translation: Watch young dragon so you don't make the same mistake

AUTHORS NOTE

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