"Stay still, Robb. Don't move!" Jon opened his eyes and said to his squirming brother for the nth time. They were both sitting under the Heart tree in the Winterfell Godswood while Sansa was some ways away playing with Arya by the swing.

"I've been sitting here for half an hour now," Robb said while massaging his legs, "My legs have gone numb. Aren't you done yet,"

"No, I am not,"

"Ugh! You're so stupid. What is even the point of this?" Robb asked.

"You don't need to know," Jon replied, "Don't move! Don't speak! or else the deal's off the table and I won't be buying you anything,"

Robb rolled his eyes but complied with his brother and sat like a stone. There was a cool far-eye that he had been dying to buy but Ned felt that it would be a waste, so he forbid Catelyn from buying it for him, but Jon promised him that he will buy it for his next birthday so he had to do what he said.

Jon closed his eyes and tried once again, he accessed his mind zone which had changed plenty since he got Pegasus. The mind sphere had expanded a lot, and the needle which represented Frost had been submerged halfway through into his mind sphere when it expanded.

The half-swallowed needle had the benefit of making warging into Frost a lot easier and faster, before he would have to concentrate for quite a while before he warged into frost, now he could do it in a matter of minutes.

Another thing that had changed was that a new needle had appeared a while back on the opposite side of Frost's needle, while it was still away from his mind sphere and hasn't touched it yet, he was sure that this one represented Pegasus.

But it wasn't the time to admire his new acquisition, so he focused back on the task at hand. He tried to do what he did when he warged into frost but instead of an intent focused on the needle representing his feathered friend, he sent a scattered intent outward without a focus like he unconsciously did when he met pegasus for the first time.

For quite a while he felt nothing, he was just blindly searching in the dark without any idea of what he was looking for exactly except for a vague feeling.

When he still didn't get a result after 5 minutes, his hopes started dwindling as he wondered if he hadn't imagined the feeling after all. But just when he was about to give up, his consciousness came into contact with something—it was feeble at first but after a few seconds, he started to get a feel for the shape.

The thing, which he was sure was Robb's consciousness, was a weird squiggly shape somewhat like a sphere but with a lot of bumps and flailing tentacles on the surface. It was a lot smaller than his but it definitely felt similar to Jon's own mind sphere.

Suddenly the sphere representing started getting fainter and farther before it immediately disappeared which broke his concentration and got him out of his mind zone. And when he opened his eyes, it was to find his brother sneakily crawling away which explained everything.

*Cough**Cough*

Robb abruptly turned his head around and found Jon glaring at him, "Um... I thought you had already fallen asleep...Hehe..."

"You can forget about the Far-eye now," Jon said flatly.

"NO! You promised!"

"So you do know what that word means," Jon said standing up and going toward his sisters, with Robb following after him and trying to persuade him that he was just stretching and was not going to run away.

They played for a while in the godswood, just the four stark siblings, and happily went toward the Great hall for their dinner when the sun started going down.

Over the next few days, the staff of Winter was kept on their toes at all times because their Lord's bastard son had taken to randomly select a person and follow them around while they worked. When they stopped for a while to do some chores, he would just close his eyes and stand still there for a while, and after some time open his eyes with a gleam of triumph before thanking them and going away.

At first, the staff thought of that as the latest prank concocted by their Lord's son, and the absence of the other one, Robb, only made them warier and kept them looking over their shoulders even after Jon had moved on to his next target.

At the family dinner a few days later, the atmosphere had turned a little awkward because Jon was trying to glare a hole into his nemesis's head and Catelyn was starting to get antsy, and it didn't help that she was pregnant again.

"What are looking at?" Catelyn asked with gritted teeth after finally losing her patience.

"Nothing, Just wondering if you've turned even more beautiful," Jon smiled which seemed to unnerve Catelyn, even more. She kept on looking at Jon, waiting for the other shoe to drop, but Jon looked away with some satisfaction after a while as if he had found what he was looking for.

Jon was very happy with the results he had gotten from the experiments he had conducted over the last few days. And an unintended side-effect of regularly using his skill, which he had dubbed Mind Sense, on various people was that now he didn't have to close his eyes anymore to use it, which he just successfully tried when he used mind sense on Catelyn.

The first conclusion he reached from his experiments is that all people have different shapes of consciousness, and most of them including Catelyn just have squiggly shapes made of different thoughts that are not even closely related to a sphere.

But on the other side, all the Starks have their consciousness in a shape that is very close to a sphere, and while not as large as his sphere of consciousness, the sizes of their minds are also a lot larger than the rest of non-starks.

And Jon knew that the Starks had gotten the talent to warg from one of their ancestors, so from all that information it was easy for him to conclude what qualities a person's SOC (Sea of Consciousness) needs to have to be a potential warg, which would definitely be a boon for his future endeavors.

There was another benefit of him running around and randomly using his mind sense on the people of Winterfell. Because as he slowly got better and faster at using mind sense, it unknowingly also improved his warging into Frost a lot and also made the process a lot smoother and quicker.

It only takes Jon now about a second to go close his eyes and warg into Frost, and about two seconds to collect information about the surroundings from Frost's senses before exiting her body and coming back into his, which also takes no more than two seconds— so all in all in 5 seconds he could warg in and out of Frost.

That increased speed of his warging skill made it a lot more useful and would definitely be mighty helpful in a lot of situations in the future.

...

A few days later I was approaching Old marks house while carrying my bow and quiver full of arrows on my back. Old mark and his family had arrived back from their vacation to White Harbour, where they had gone to attend the wedding of Becca's Cousin.

And after coming back the only thing his students could talk about was how awesome the only city in the North was, how clean the city was, how beautiful the New Castle was, and how they had never seen so many people in a single place ever.

Even the usually reticent Emily was gushing about the City, she was very impressed with the various kinds of books she saw on the markets there, but unfortunately, she didn't buy any as they couldn't afford them, while all Becca could talk about the various ships she saw there and how her brother had taken them on a tour of his ship which had been docked at that time.

While looking at them chattering away, I suddenly had an idea and immediately decided to execute it. I focused on Emily and intently used my mind sense on her, about a second later my eyes widened as the results astonished me.

"Mr. Jon, Emily is going to turn into a tomato if you keep on glaring at her like this," Becca said with mirth, and indeed Emily had started blushing from his staring, but I didn't bother with that as she was very shy and instead turned to check Becca.

"Um... Why are you staring at me now— Oh! Is it the game where whoever blinks first loses? Alright! I won't lose," Becca said enthusiastically but I wasn't listening and just used my mind sense on her too and the results once again left me flabbergasted.

Surprisingly both of my students had the talent to be wargs, and while not as big as Robb's they both had their SOC a lot larger than usual and the shape was also almost a sphere. There must have been a Warg somewhere in their ancestry, or else, it would be a very unlikely coincidence that both of them happened to be potential wargs.

"Aha! You blinked. I Won! Now you need to buy me something," Becca said unreasonably, but I didn't pay her any mind as the wheels inside my mind started spinning rapidly as I thought about the massive opportunity this presented.

Considering that both of my students were almost 11 years old, the age said to be the safest for a child to begin his training in the art written in the Maester's diary I found in Winterfell's library. The only reason I didn't teach Robb was that he was young, but now I finally have people I could teach and find out if the techniques can make wargs out of non-starks or not.

If they did become eventually learned the art of warging then it would be a Jackpot for me. Before I could spiral into my thoughts about me having an army of wargs, I saw Old mark coming up behind me in my periphery.

I turned around and found him beckoning me over, so I left my students or my future minions behind and started following my teacher into the forest.

The second Old Mark arrived back from his trip to White Harbour, he had taken me to the training ground and run me into the ground through a series of tests so that he could check on the progress I had made while he was away, and he must have been satisfied because the very next he told me that I was finally ready for a real hunt, and after that, he started taking me into the Wolfswood.

But, while I had started going on a hunt with him I wasn't really part of the action yet. The only thing I had done was shadow him as he went through a hunt. I wasn't allowed to shoot or speak, so I just watched as he tracked the prey from little clues, how he set up an ambush, how he skinned it before eventually carrying it to the market and selling various parts to different people.

"You are going to lead today," Old mark said while stopping in front of the place where the trees started getting denser and the real forest started, "I will just observe,"

A surge of adrenaline ran through my vein as I heard him say that, finally after days of just watching I get to hunt for real. I took a deep breath to calm myself down and after looking at Old Mark just standing there patiently, I started silently rushing through the forest with my teacher shadowing me from behind like a ghost.

About 10 minutes into the forest, I found what I thought to be tracks of a boar so I got really excited. But after following the tracks for about half an hour, I lost the trail, and my first potential lead turned out to be a dud.

I didn't get sad after that as I had quickly found another lead, but after that one too turned into a failure, my excitement started waning. I started getting a bit frustrated as after half hour I didn't have anything to show for it, and while I had come across some small animals, I just ignored them which made Old Mark shake his head in disapproval, but I didn't want my first hunt to be a rabbit.

In my mind, I knew that being patient was the most important thing while on a hunt but my heart desired glory and felt that I should have already hunted the biggest stag or boar by now, so when my patience finally ran out, I decided to cheat a little.

I looked around and after finding the tallest tree and I quickly climbed it. Old mark didn't follow me up as he must have thought that I was looking around for prey, but that wasn't the idea I had in my mind.

After climbing high enough and making sure that I was out of my teacher's line of sight, I found the right branch and sat on it. After making sure that I was properly secured and wasn't at risk of falling, I closed my eyes and quickly warged into frost.

My point of view abruptly changed and I was suddenly flying over an infinite green forest, after communicating with frost I found that she wasn't very far away from where I was, so I quickly urged her to find prey for me, the bigger the better. And she rose up to the challenge like a boss and promised me that she would not disappoint, so I thanked her and went back inside my human body.

I opened my eyes and got over the disorientation quickly before climbing down the tree. Not more than ten seconds had passed, so Old Mark didn't suspect anything at all. I started purposely leading him toward the direction I knew frost was in as if I had already found my mark.

I didn't have to pretend for long because I felt a ping go inside my head about 15 minutes later, and after telling Old Mark that I need to pee, I went into some bushes and quickly warged, and immediately Frost started bombarding me with all the various animals she had found.

I quickly sorted through them and after eliminating the small animals, a few bears, and a pack of wolves, I finally found a perfect match, it was a lone stag and it was in the larger size. After making sure that I got the location, he was roaming in, right, I exited frost's body after thanking her.

I went back to the old hunter and immediately started leading him in a different direction than the one I was going into before. Old Mark didn't ask anything about that or even ask me why I was changing directions suddenly, in fact, he hasn't spoken or offered me any advice even once since the hunt started, so he was really just an observer as he said.

After a while, I came across the huge sentinel tree which I was searching for. It was the halfway mark between me and my prey, and if the direction I had seen the stag going from frost was right then it should be passing from this area in a while.

After looking around for a while, I found the perfect tree for an ambush and climbed it, but this time asking Old Mark to climb too, and not remain on the ground.

We both hid in the greenery of the tree, him a lot more skillfully than me. About five minutes of silence passed before I suddenly heard a branch snapping, and I immediately got even more alert. A few seconds later the Stag I had seen came wandering into the view while occasionally eating the berries from the bushes along the way and looking up every few seconds warily.

I took a slow breath and silently knelt while holding the bow in my hands with an arrow in the relaxed stance with the quiver just beside my feet. I focused on the wind's direction while taking my elevation as well as the stag's eventual reaction into account.

After making sure that I took everything into account, I calmly stared at the grazing stag for two seconds before I smoothly raised my bow and shot him in a single motion. Without waiting for my arrow, I immediately strung another arrow and adjusting the bow a little I shot again before I followed the routine and shot once again.

The first arrow flew through the air swiftly, the stag immediately looked up to run away but it was a little slow as the arrow pierced straight through its neck which made it jump and immediately start to run away when the second arrow which seemed to have eyes of its own penetrated through its hind legs.

It immediately fell and slid through the ground when the third arrow passed through the eyes of the whimpering stag, like a nail in the coffin, and put the mighty beast out of its misery.

After taking a look around and making sure that there were no other beasts around, I quickly climbed down and approached the dead stag. I closed my eyes and thanked the old gods in a whisper, before crouching and taking my knife out to field dress the prey, which meant that I cut it open and removed its guts and all other inedible parts inside.

After tying its legs with a small, I tried to carry it on my back but was unbalanced and fell down due to the stag being too heavy. Old mark silently appeared behind me and helped me carry the heavy beast on his back before he started walking toward the hut.

"You did a good job!" My teacher said with his back to me, "I am proud of you,"

A proud grin appeared on my face, Old mark was not a very emotional individual so he hardly gave praises which made the ones he gave all the more precious.

We made sure to be extra careful on the way back because of a couple of incidents that happened with us when predators like wolves or bears ambushed while walking back from a successful hunt with prey on their backs. The only thing to do in those sticky situations was to leave the game behind and climb a tree and pepper the predator with arrows hoping that it would go away.

It is said that most of the hunter's death happens while they are walking back toward their home with their prey. Fortunately, we arrived back safely without any hassle, but instead of going toward the lodge, we went straight to the merchant in town.

The merchant, who also happened to be Becca's father and Old mark's son-in-law, gave a huge smile when he looked at the size of the prey. The stag I had hunted was very large compared to Old Mark's usual prey, so its hide and antlers could be sold to the nobles in the south for them to brag.

He happily gave me 15 stags for the beast, which I tried to share with Old Mark, but he denied it with a wave. I wanted to thank my teacher in some way so I went back and had the butcher who worked for the merchant, cut me the tenderest and juiciest meat out.

I divided the meat into two portions, before giving half of it to old mark who didn't deny it this time. I said my farewell to Old Mark for the day and went toward Winterfell with a smile on my face while carrying back the meat from my first successful hunt.

Arriving at Winterfell I went straight toward the kitchen to give them the meat for them to prepare for dinner that night. There I found from a friendly maid that the whole Stark family was in the courtyard beside the stables.

All the way toward the stables, I felt like I had forgotten something important, but no matter how I thought about it I couldn't remember it.

It was only when I reached there and watched as Robb rode on his young horse, that I remembered that there was supposed to be a horse riding lesson today. I immediately ran toward the stable where my brand-new companion was.

"You're late," Lord Stark said from where he sat along with Sansa and Arya.

"Sorry," I shouted back before going toward pegasus, who had gotten a lot bigger since I had first seen him. While he was not big enough to carry a full-grown man, he could easily handle my weight.

Pegasus immediately stood up when he saw me coming and neighed at me in greeting. I started patting him as I said hello to him, before taking him out of there and toward where Robb's horse was being led around by the stable master.

I went toward the stable master's son standing on the edge of the courtyard who helped me mount pegasus before he started to run beside me as I rode pegasus toward Robb.

"Jon! You finally came," Robb shouted enthusiastically.

"Yeah, sorry I forgot,"

We rode our horses like that for a while before Robb pleaded with Father to let us ride unassisted as we were ready for it and I agreed with him.

After consulting with the stable master, Lord Stark allowed both of us to ride our respective horses without anyone holding the reins from the side.

At first, we started slow, just running slow circles in the courtyard, but before long Robb started to increase his speed gradually, which made me ride faster to keep up with him.

One thing led to another and ultimately we started a race on our horses with both of us neck to neck. I was a bit surprised by how good of a rider Robb was, while I had the advantage of being a warg and pegasus almost understanding my thoughts instinctually, he didn't have that but he still kept up with me.

There was no winner of the race as Lord Stark ultimately called us to a stop when we started going too fast, but both of us had wide grins on our faces so we didn't mind too much.

We dismounted and after placing our horses back into the stable before going toward where Eddard with Arya in his hands and Sansa standing beside him.

"You both were very good out there," Eddard said with a small smile.

"Yes, Jon! Robb!," Sansa chirped while jumping, "You were so awesome,"

Both of us exchanged a proud grin with each other at that before the littlest stark decided to share her opinion.

"Want Howsy!" Arya abruptly said.

"No, Arya," Eddard calmly said, "You are a little too young. Maybe when you are a bit older,"

"No! Want Howsy Now!" she said and when she didn't get her to wish she immediately started throwing a tantrum.

All of us were at a loss about what to do, and after brainstorming for a while I had a brilliant idea. The idea I had was so simple but if it panned out, it would be an incredible one.

"I'll get you a horse, Arya," I said while approaching her.

"Really, you pwomise," Arya said while looking at me with her large wet eyes.

"Yes, but it would take a while to get your horse so how about while waiting for that you use big brother horse," I said doing the only thing a brother could in this situation, and immediately put Arya on my back before I started crawling on my hand and knees.

"Go Howsy! GO!" Arya shouted delightedly while grabbing onto my hair.

Sansa looked enviously toward them before she turned her big blue eyes toward Robb who immediately crossed his hands and said, "No way, you are too big for that," But Sansa's eyes started watering which broke Robb's resistance quickly, "Alright fine," Robb said while getting on his fours.

Eddard looked with a gentle smile on his face as he watched his four children laugh and have the time of his life, he closed his eyes and prayed to the old god to never take those smiles away.

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Name Change: A Jon Snow SI— The Warg Lord

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