Snow fell relentlessly, unyielding to the passage of time. A year had passed since the grip of the long winter, but still, its icy grip showed no sign of release. In the heart of the northern wilderness, amidst trees that seemed to pierce the very heavens, a man moved with a swiftness and silence that rivaled the dire wolves that had once roamed these lands.
With determination etched in his features, he stalked through the snow, ever vigilant, hunting and lurking, ready to seize any opportunity that presented itself. In a fluid motion, he drew the bow strapped to his back, and a mere heartbeat later, a deer lay lifeless upon the pristine snow, oblivious to the peril that had befallen it.
"Well, it appears we have enough provisions to trade at the market." the man concluded with a hint of satisfaction.
He possessed a pretty face, his countenance marred by the scars of battles past. Dark-brown hair framed his long face, and his piercing grey eyes seemed to gaze into the distant horizon. This was Jon Snow, the once-bastard of Winterfell, the last blood of dragons.
Jon hefted the deer onto his shoulder and made his way towards his horse. Securing the spoils of his hunt, which included not only the deer but also a couple of rabbits, he took a moment to admire the magnificent white dire wolf that silently guarded him. Ghost, almost as large as a horse, blended seamlessly into the snowy landscape, a silent sentinel.
"We might find another deer." Jon mused, but his hopes were dashed within minutes as an earth-shaking roar echoed from above, akin to thunder unleashed. He shook his head with a resigned sigh. "He likely scared off any game we could have hunted. Let's head back, boy."
Through the endless snow, Jon rode with Ghost at his side, the winter as harsh as always where the cold could kill as easily as any blade. The memory of the Wall and the battles fought south of it still haunted him, he was finally truly free, with no bounds of duty or vows, but purposeless and haunted by the nightmares of his deeds he didn't know how long he could keep "living". He stopped to see an abandoned hut, after checking if someone remained on it, he mounted the horse and continued his path, lost in his thoughts walking through the land of winter a bird-like gigant shadow lurked from above, and each time the shadow quivered its wings a thunder-like sound could be heard covering the sun, he rode without paying attention to it, almost used to it for the last weeks since it came, what it wanted he didn't know, but he was getting tired of it.
As he made his way back to the settlement, Jon couldn't help but reflect on the changes in the world. People hoped that with the defeat of the wight walkers, the winter would wither, the long winters seemed to be stretching longer, making survival even more challenging. Jon knew that in times like these, it was the fellowship between people that would be their greatest strength.
—-
Kattegat
The settlement came into view, a collection of sturdy, snow-covered huts huddled together for warmth and protection. Smoke rose from chimneys, a welcome sign of life amidst the desolation. People bustled about, preparing for the approaching night, securing their homes, and gathering around fires to share stories and warmth.
It grows bigger every day, Jon thought admiring the settlement where the free folk decided to stay no more than a year ago.
The free folk stuck together as much as they could after returning beyond the wall, they settled down close to the Bay of Seals, surrounded by imposing cliffs and dense forests. The nearby sea provided a vital connection for trade and exploration. Jon took leadership as one of the most respectable warriors alive after the war, not that Jon stood ruling too much time, he put someone else and taught the free folk everything they needed in order to survive, after that, he went away, just coming to town a couple of times each month for stuff he would need for his farm.
No guards in the entry, it is not like there is much risk of a rival tribe but still, Jon would have to talk to Tormund about it, there should be at least two soldiers guarding. Jon thought as he entered the main square.
Jon was greeted warmly as he entered the settlement, he saluted every person who recognized him, which was almost everyone.
The town's layout is somewhat chaotic, with narrow, unpaved streets winding between timber-framed houses, each displaying a distinctive animal-shaped figurehead or runic carvings. The buildings are constructed from local timber and thatch roofs, a large longhouse that serves as the chieftain's residence, meeting hall, and feasting hall. When he arrived at the little market that was close to the bay, Jon approached an open stand where a nice couple sold chop meat, a man with brown hair and dark eyes, and a woman with dirty blond hair and green eyes.
"Wolf, it's good to see you, was it a good hunt?" asked the man of the village, her lined face revealing a lifetime of hardship.
Jon sighed and lowered his voice. "Winter still grips the land. The few animals that remain are fiercer than before."
The man nodded, a grim understanding passing between them.
Jon sold the game and got the tools for the farm in no time, the merchant was kind and offered better prices to him, but as always, he rejected the offer and sold the game for the standard amount.
Jon looked at the heart of Kattegat, the longhouse, a room for him to sleep awaited him there, but since kingslanding Jon preferred to be left alone so he went out again to the wild, it became a routine to him.
Almost at the entry, Jon cursed under his breath when he was approached by a foot soldier.
"King Snow, Tormund wants to see you." A free folk soldier talks to him from behind.
"I'm no king, Wollen. I'll see Tormund, do you know why he is calling for me?" Jon sighed and replied after recognizing the man who called him before.
"No, my king, he has ordered every guard to find you, it was a couple of days ago" Wollen, not knowingly answering Jon's question on the unwatched entry but it also made Jon wonder because until now Tormund had been kind enough to leave him alone when he didn't want to be found.
As they were walking to Jon's horse, Jon started talking, "I see, well, in that case, I'll head to the hall, Wollen, I enter the town by the southwest gate, take two guards, and put them there, also spread the word that I shall not be looked for anymore" Jon got in his horse and ride towards the hall in the northeast part of the town with his loyal companion.
Jon passed the guards and unmounted his horse, he came into the hall and went right to the west side where Tormund should be, not a second later after passing the door he saw the ginger bear man.
"Little crow, finally back, did you finally leave the brooding in the forest?" Tormund asks Jon happily to see him.
Jon just stared at him, "Good to see you Tormund, what was so important that you sent the complete guard for me?"
"Ah, I see you didn't miss it… well I didn't send the complete guard, I wanted to wait, I knew they would not be able to find you, you have the true north in you, it was Val, she wanted you back as fast as possible, I'm sure she wanted some time alone with you to fuc"
"Shut up Tormund." said a young woman with blonde hair reaching to her waist and eyes blue as the sky.
"Ah Val, I was just telling Jon here how much you missed him" Tormund replied with a jester smile
"Jon, we have issues, and they are big, do you recognize this symbol?" Val went straight to the point, showing a draw of a sigil that Jon did not recognize at the beginning
"No, what of it? and Val, the next time you must be more careful when assigning duties to the guards, the northwest gate was open and there were no guards on it, I know we may not be in…"- Jon replied more worried about the watch duties, and then faster than an arrow that was shot, he remembered the sigil.
"I'm sorry if you at least let people know where the fuck you go we wouldn't have to do this. We needed you here faster, if you were not always outside, we would avoid these searches." Val answered with a bit of bitterness "What is it, why the face?" after noticing Jon's face, she understood. "you recognized the draw, right?"
"I….maybe, what's going on Val, that's a pirate sigil from the stepstones, I only saw it a couple of times when my father had news from the far south, he started receiving news from these pirates after Jorah Mormont sold poachers to the slavers" Jon answer with a melancholic face, thinking of home and his dead family.
Val looked at Tormund "I told you he would know" Val answered with a smug face and then she continued "Jon, four days ago several free folks from Ravensthorpe disappeared, A greybeard from there walked back and affirmed they took our people and put them in ships, we went back and the village was raided, maybe three days ago, we followed the trail and it led to the coast, so the story matches, Jon if you are right, they plan to make our people slaves." Val said with a sorrowful face.
"How many they took?" Jon asked right away thinking of possible solutions.
"Twenty-tree working man and woman, and several children." Val said angry and sad at the same time.
"You cannot spare people in a search at sea, it may be already too late, a ship moves way faster, why haven't you moved before?" Jon inquired knowing that in all that time Tormund and Val would have been doing something.
"Well, I was thinking of taking a boat and chasing after them, but Val said no, she wanted to wait for you." Tormund looks at Val, and answers for both.
"That's because you are stupid and a fucking boat could sink easily on the open sea and as Jon said it would never catch those ships, I send three wargs with eagles to follow them, they are in one of the boats but they are no far from the land for precaution so they cannot follow them forever, the ships we started to build are almost finished on the harbor, we would have sailed as soon as the ships got finish while waiting I sent for you because the direction those pirates are taken is straight to the other continent, we need someone who can talk and lead us there…" Val paused and looked into Jon's eyes
"No, Val, no, we have played this game before, you know I'll say no, I'm just a farmer and occasional hunter, I'm not in charge anymore." Jon replied knowing what Val would ask of him "I'm tired Val, I don't want to fight anymore." Jon took a deep breath "I'm sure you can handle it." Jon started leaving the room.
"Wait Jon please, we need you, we let you go into the forest a year to cry for the dragon-queen, but we need you now, please, you were the one who put me in charge at the beginning of this settlement because you didn't want to rule, and I accepted, you are the one who taught me how to rule, you own me" Val shout.
Jon stopped walking and replied. "Even if I wanted to help, I'm useless Val, I know almost nothing of Essos, and neither I know how to navigate the sea or help you track them." With that said Jon opened the door to leave.
"When we fight the wars in the south, we never denied any request you asked of us, if not for me, then for the free folk, you can brood all the way to the slaver's ships, but you are the best one to lead us there, you know the language, you have the respect, the experience, the fighting skill and if you were not such a chicken, the firepower to face all those ships by yourself, we only have one ship, with you…..well, I was planning you could take us there, and we could track them down, after that, we will ask them nicely to release our people, if it is only a ship, we can probably take it down, and Tormund can get some fun, but came to the case if there are more ships, we could wait a bit for your friend to find us and if they look to the sky they will probably abandon the ships, so anyways, you don't even have to fight." Val asked displaying all the emotions, from being rejected at every time she asked previously for Jon's help, the anger, hope, sadness, and the disappointment.
Jon looks at Val's face and it aches his heart, to disappoint her, knowing he could do something, but the fear, the fear of failing was still there, stopping him from saying yes.
"Come on little crow, will you let your best friend go alone on such a journey, we may even get you a woman who likes your tiny cook." Tormund joined the conversation adding his grain, he never asked Jon anything, this was the first time since they went beyond the wall that he asked Jon for something, Tormund knew his friend needed time so he gave it to him.
"This is not about ruling Jon, you know it, the free folk are in danger, will you do nothing to help them, we know that's not who you are." Val walked to Jon and took his hand making him look at her directly.
Looking at Val's deeply blue eyes, Jon knew he couldn't say no more times. "Is not a bad plan, but if we go then who will be in charge of the towns here?" Jon replied knowing Val had to stay because she was the one who had governed the towns all this time.
"Tormund could do it" Val replied immediately
"What? no way blondie, I'm going, I'm better at killing fuckers than telling orders" Tormund answered immediately, a mischievous grin on his face, his hand itching to draw blood with his trusty axe.
"Fine, we'll have to find someone else to take charge of the lands, so this means you are in, right Jon?" Jon didn't lose how much Val's face showed hope for his answer.
"Fine, I'll go, Val, your sister, Dalla, she could take command in the meanwhile, and about the journey, I may know the language, but I don't know the land, luckily for us, we have the right person for that job" Jon as always, reluctantly accepted the leadership.
"Let's talk about the journey, Val, I need you to start the preparations for all the supplies, Tormund, talk with the people, we'll need a crew, make it light, only the necessary to sail the ship… I'll look for our guide" Jon started giving orders again, and it was like an old glove that still adjusted perfectly to his hand.
Outside of the longhouse, Ghost seated waiting for Jon "Boy, I need you to find Asher." Ghost licked Jons's hand and with that order, he began his task.
—-
Inside the Longhouse.
Tormund and Val smiled, they were walking together for now when Tormund just looked at Val, "Looks like your plan worked Val" Tormund said happily.
"I knew Jon wouldn't say no when it matters the most, Jon will do anything to save people, that's why I wanted to wait for him a couple of days, I saw a chance to take him out of his self-pity, it helps that it's also good for the free folk moral seeing their hero is going to save their people" Val answer smugly to Tormund.
"Where is he going? I didn't know we had someone who knew the other continent." Tormund asked as they began to leave to do as they were told.
"Don't know, but if he has someone then this might be easier."Val looks happier, a problem less in her mind.
—-
No-kneeler Inn
A Northman is competing against several free folks in a drinking contest, as Jon approaches him, the other two contenders fall to the ground, and the man Jon was looking for stays on his feet, a second later he falls to the ground too, Jon snow arrives and looks at him.
"Asher, I suppose I don't have to ask how's your day" Jon looks at Asher half amused by the show
"Jon?…. where the fuck have you be…." Asher said before falling asleep on the floor
"Jon is good to see you, you damn ghost, when did you come?" A woman greets seated at a table close to Asher. She has a tanned complexion, two long scars at the side of her face, with short brown hair tied, and brown eyes showing an experienced fighter, wearing leather armor and two fur coats made of bear.
"Beskha, it's been a while, how have you been? Jon greeted back and with a handshake, he continued "Could you help me to wake him up, I need to ask for his help with an important matter" Jon asked half amused and annoyed by Asher's condition.
Jon and Beskha picked up Asher and carried him out of the inn.
"Time to wake up Asher" Bekka took Asher's head and submerged it in the water of a barrel.
"Fucking hell! That shit is cold, Jon? goddam, I'll kill you, Snow, of all the ways you could do to wake me up, you couldn't think of a better one" said Asher half-angry and amused.
"It wasn't my idea, you can thank Beskha for that one, I can't complain though it worked nice and fast enough, I need your help, Asher, I must go to Essos and I could use someone who knows his way in those lands." Jon smiled and went straight to the point.
"Well, it's been some time since I was there, of course, Jon, it would be an honor to help your sorry ass" Asher answered half-drunk yet.
"Thank you, now go on and clean yourself up, we'll be sailing soon and I don't think it'll be a short journey" Jon starts walking towards his horse
"You know that you may have to fight, right?!" Asher said loud enough so Jon could hear it.
Jon stopped walking for a second, looked toward the sky, and started walking again.
2 miles away from Kattegat
Jon arrived at his home a couple of hours passed since he talked with Asher, he unpacked everything he bought that day and began to organize all the things he would take with him to the expedition, food, and clothes mostly, and in all that time he looks at a crooked table beneath the bed, unsure if he should take with him what lies below, time passes quickly, and at the end, it
was already a new day, he locked the cabin and rode towards the harbor to start a new journey.
—-
Kattegat
Getting to the port was an easy effort, greeting everyone who came across, he pressed on to find Asher and Beskha waiting for him at the docks.
"Beskha". Jon greeted with a smile. "Asher, I see you are sober, did you two get everything you need ready for the journey?"
"Yes, we got everything set up, our armor, swords, and supplies." Asher and Beskha look at each other and smile, happy to get on an adventure.
"Good, have you thought of a way to get information on Essos?" Jon asked eager to see everything as planned.
"Aye, I have thought about it and we sh…" Asher started just to get cut by his partner.
"Oh you think, well that's a first" Beskha replies amusingly.
"Fine, fine, maybe I have some help, as I was saying, we should go to Bravos, we have some contacts there who could give us a name, or directions to start looking for them." Asher gave Jon his thoughts on how to proceed as they started walking to the ship, they met Val and Tormund waiting for them at the ramp.
"Jon, I imagine these two are our guides, I recognize you, Asher something, your drinking is a pain in my ass, and the guards." Val acknowledged looking annoyed at Asher.
Asher looked ashamed for a moment but it quickly passed, "Well what can I say I just have that kind of luck." From behind Jon gave him a bored look.
"We are ready Val, as you said before, this is Asher Forrester and his friend, Beskha, they were mercenaries from Essos. They agreed to help us." Jon as always went straight to the point.
A'right, let's move then, I'm itching to spelt blood" Tormund said with a wicked smile.
Jon hopped up on the ship and after some indications from Val, and a scold from her because he was letting his stuff in the crew's quarters, he found his cabin, it was a small, well-appointed room with polished wood paneling, a desk, and a few chairs, side with a shelf for logbooks. Jon also noticed the number of draws with white wolves, making clear for whom this room was planned. A double bed was in a corner with a tapestry that looked just fine for Ghost who went straight to it to get laid.
Leaving and organizing his stuff, Jon unpacked everything, when he looked at the long thin object that was wrapped in sheets, he decided to leave it under the bed. Jon got out of the room and headed upstairs to the deck, Ghost decided to stay and get accustomed to the ship, it was the wolf's first time on a ship.
"Raise sails!" Val screams at the height of the ship, Jon, Tormund, Asher, and Beskha, are there behind her as she gives the orders, the ship starts moving away from the already far coast, with large sails, gray as the ash with the draw of a white wolf on it.
"So…. how much time were you waiting to do that, nice touch with the sails also." Asher started the conversation
"Thank you, it's a shame this Seawolf has to undergo such a first trip and I see it didn't pass a natural resistance to waters to you Jon." Val replayed with a grin, looking at Jon seated in a barrel holding his stomach.
"Will Ghost be okay, Jon?" Val asks Jon worried about the dire wolf's health.
"Ghost will be okay as soon as we land, as I will" Jon replied with a greenish tone on his skin, "It should not be long, we go first to bravos, we'll see if Asher's contacts may provide some information on the whereabouts of the slavers."
"Har, a dire wolf is a land animal, like us, free folk is not good in this sailing shit" Tormund replied even greener than Jon.
"Pff, you are just weak." Val replay not feeling even an ounce in the belly.
The crew started a routine not long after, Val acted as the captain, Jon of course previously taught her all the basics he learned from Davos in his journeys at sea, and Tormund and Asher, well, they work as sailers….and they drink.
—-
Open Sea
A couple of days later
Jon arrives at the office's room to talk with Val, he has seen the room before, it was decorated in a simplistic way with no gold or silver, but the carved wood made by the free folk left it clear this room was made by them, a double bed, a desk, and some chairs, simple, and homey.
"May I come in Val?" Jon asks knocking on the door.
"Yes, come in" A honeyed voice came from inside the room.
Jon looked at Val who was seated at a desk "Now that we are set up, I forgot to ask before, how did it go? Telling Dalla to take command of the land?" Val stopped looking at the book she was writing in and answered.
"You know her well enough, she is too kind, she wouldn't say no, but she took the responsibility well, she will have to manage between her child and the ruling, but she will be fine, oh I also asked her to take care of your little farm, probably you didn't even let anyone in charge of it." Val answered with a grin knowing the answer.
"Yeah, well, I knew you would do that for me, thanks Val." Jon thanked her, knowing he already owed her a lot for all she did for him this year.
"Shut up." Val pushes him with a little smirk
Jon and Val continue their conversation in her room. Jon leaned against the wooden table, and Val stood seated in the wooden chair behind it.
"Val, you know I didn't plan to be away from all of this for so long," Jon said with a hint of regret in his voice. "I just don't want you to get your hopes high, I don't know.." Val stopped him and looked at him.
"Jon, you're making the right choice. Your leadership and skills are essential, we need you to face whatever comes from Essos. I know you care about rescuing our people; that's what matters most to me., you might believe you're lost, that you know nothing, but I have faith that you will rediscover your purpose, something that'll make life worth living."Val gave Jon's hand a reassuring squeeze, speaking with a friendly, casual tone.
Jon sighed and looked out the small window in the office's room. The sea stretched endlessly before them, and he couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and fear about the journey ahead. "Val, I know you all think I can do anything, but I can't shake the feeling that something ominous awaits us in Essos, it's not even about the pirates, although the Stepstones pirates aren't known for their kindness."
Val leaned forward, her expression serious. "Jon, I know you don't like it but we trust you to make the right choices, we'll face whatever comes our way, and isn't like we are asking you to do everything by yourself, you just need to ask, and we will take some of the weight out of your shoulder."
Jon nodded in agreement. "You're right, Val. It's just... sometimes, I can't help but think about what lies ahead."
Val placed a reassuring hand on Jon's shoulder. "Jon, don't worry so much, stop brooding goddammit, be positive, live, use this time and this journey to find yourself."
Jon offered a small, grateful smile. "You always know what to say, Val."
With the ship steadily sailing towards Braavos, Jon and Val spent more time discussing their plans, ensuring the crew was prepared for the journey, and strategizing about how to approach the pirates.
As the days went by, one morning Jon approached Val to talk about an important matter he had almost forgotten about. "Val, I know you wanted to come, but unless you have improved your swordsmanship, knowing how to use a dagger is not enough, we need to prepare you, so get ready, take a short sword from the armory, and meet me at the deck, I will start training you"
Val nodded in agreement, a determined glint in her eyes. "Fine, I like the idea, just be ready when I beat your sorry ass, Jon. I'll meet you on the deck in a short time, I just have to finish some paperwork about the schedules, I'll look for a sword and be ready to learn."
Jon headed to the ship's deck, he cleaned part of the deck to teach Val and waited for her, when she arrived with a short sword and determination in her eyes, they started the lesson. He showed her the basics of swordplay, starting with footwork, balance, and how to hold the blade. Jon's years of training and experience shone through as he patiently guided Val through the steps.
"Remember, it's all about balance and control," Jon advised, demonstrating the correct stance and movements. "You need to anticipate your opponent's actions and be ready to defend or strike. It's a dance, Val, and you need to choose what kind of fighter will you be, one who leads or who reacts to the strikes."
Val tried to mimic Jon's movements, albeit a bit clumsily at first. She stumbled a few times but persisted, determined to learn. "This isn't as easy as you make it look, Jon."
Jon chuckled softly. "It takes time and practice. You'll get the hang of it. Let's start with some simple drills to work on your form and reflexes."
They spent hours practicing, with Jon patiently correcting Val's stance and technique. As the days passed, she showed improvement, her movements becoming more fluid and precise. Val's determination was evident as she worked tirelessly to master the basics of swordplay.
Tormund and Asher observed from a distance, offering some light-hearted banter and encouragement. "Look at that, Val, your little crow is turning you into a swordswoman," Tormund remarked with a grin.
Asher chimed in, "She's got spirit, that's for sure."
Val shot a wry smile at the two of them. "Don't get too comfortable; I'm not giving up my dagger anytime soon."
Jon continued to train Val, and with each passing day, her skills improved. The routine of swordplay became a part of their daily schedule, and Val's confidence in her abilities grew. the sound of clashing swords becoming a familiar rhythm on the ship's training area that Jon chose to use. He focused on teaching Val the basics of combat, emphasizing the importance of balance, footwork, and proper grip.
The journey across the open sea was not without its difficulties, with Jon, Tormund, and Asher struggling to overcome seasickness. Val, on the other hand, seemed immune to the effects of the rocking ship, earning her some good-natured ribbing from the others. They found themselves adjusting to life at sea, and the crew settled into a routine under Val's leadership.
Days Later.
"Remember, Val," Jon said as they circled each other, "it's not just about strength; it's about technique. Use your whole body when you strike, not just your arm. And keep your movements fluid and controlled."
Val nodded, her brow furrowed in concentration. She made a few tentative strikes, her movements were still a bit awkward, but she was improving with each session. Jon gave her feedback and corrected her form when necessary.
As they sparred, Jon demonstrated various defensive moves, showing Val how to block incoming attacks and maintain a strong stance. Val struggled at times, but her determination pushed her to keep trying.
"Good, Val," Jon encouraged. "You're getting the hang of it. Now, let's work on your offense. Try to strike at me, and I'll show you how to find openings in your opponent's defense."
Val lunged forward, trying to land a hit, but Jon effortlessly parried her attack and countered with a swift strike to her shoulder. Val grunted in frustration but nodded appreciatively.
"Keep your strikes unpredictable," Jon advised. "And use your body's natural movements to generate power. You're doing well."
Their training sessions became an integral part of their daily routine. Val's skills gradually improved, and she grew more confident in her abilities. Jon introduced her to various combat techniques, teaching her how to use leverage, momentum, and timing to her advantage.
Three Days Later
One sunny morning, Jon introduced Val to the traditional longsword, the two-handed sword, and the short axe, it went… well, Val said it was much harder to use almost all of those weapons, Jon then explained why Val should keep using the short sword, a weapon that would be more practical and manageable for her to wield. He emphasized the importance of finding a weapon that suited her style because not all swords no matter if short or long are made the same.
Val held the short sword Jon had just given to her today in her hand, feeling its weight and balance. She practiced basic strikes and defensive maneuvers with it, getting a feel for the weapon.
"The short sword is a versatile weapon," Jon explained. "It allows for quick, close-quarters combat, with your agility, it can be a great asset in tight spaces."
They resumed their training on the deck of the ship. The gentle rocking of the vessel beneath their feet added an extra challenge to their balance and coordination.
Jon began by demonstrating a series of defensive techniques. He held a wooden practice sword, and Val mirrored his movements.
"Val, when you're defending, always keep your guard up," Jon instructed. "Protect your head and torso. Use your sword to deflect your opponent's strikes, not just to block them."
Val nodded and tried to parry Jon's strikes. She occasionally faltered, but her determination pushed her to keep trying.
"Good," Jon encouraged. "Now, let's work on your footwork. Move with agility, and stay light on your feet. This will help you evade attacks and find the right angles for your counters."
They practiced moving around the deck, Jon guiding Val through various steps and stances. She focused on improving her footwork, becoming more fluid and agile with each attempt.
Jon then introduced the concept of timing and anticipation. "Val, watch your opponent closely. Pay attention to their movements and look for openings. Timing your strikes well can make all the difference in a fight."
They practiced sparring, with Jon deliberately slowing down his attacks to allow Val to practice her timing. She started to read his movements and respond more effectively.
After a successful strike from Val, Jon smiled and praised her. "That's it, Val! You're getting the hang of it. Keep working on your timing, and you'll become a formidable fighter."
Val nodded, exhausment showed in her face, and a sense of accomplishment. "Thanks, Jon, let's continue, I'm determined to kick your ass."
Jon offered a reassuring smile. "You're doing great. Just remember that although practice makes perfect. You also need rest so your body can heal, let's leave for today, tomorrow we shall continue."
"Val, you're really coming along," Jon said as they practiced one morning. "You've got the fundamentals down. Now, let's work on some advanced techniques. We'll start with disarming your opponent. This can be a valuable skill in close combat."
They spent hours working on disarming techniques, with Jon demonstrating various methods and Val practicing them diligently. She knew that mastering these skills would make her a more effective fighter, and she was determined to learn.
A Week Later
During one of their training sessions, a storm approached, dark clouds gathering on the horizon. The sea grew rough, and the ship began to sway violently. The crew rushed to secure the sails and prepare for the impending tempest.
Jon and Val quickly stowed their practice weapons and joined the crew in their efforts. The storm raged for hours, testing the crew's resolve and the ship's strength. Waves crashed against the vessel, and the wind howled, threatening to tear the sails. Jon and Val did their best to provide encouragement and support to the crew, who were working tirelessly to keep the ship afloat.
Eventually, the storm began to subside, and the crew let out a collective sigh of relief. The ship had weathered the tempest, and they continued their journey towards Essos.
During the calm after the storm, Jon and Val found a moment to talk. They sat on the deck, looking out at the open sea, the waves still choppy but no longer menacing.
Val's gaze turned thoughtful. "I got to say this storm doesn't compare to your drillings, I always end up more tired after fighting you, I can appreciate the changes thanks to the training, it has been rewarding, I'm pretty sure I'm not far from beating you." Val said with a grin.
Jon smiled warmly. "You've come a long way, Val."
As the ship sailed on, Jon and Val continued their journey, both in terms of their physical voyage across the open sea and their personal journeys of growth and self-discovery. The trials and tribulations they faced together only strengthened their bond, making them even more formidable allies as they headed towards Essos, determined to rescue their people and face the uncertain future that awaited them on foreign shores.
The night was calm, the moon casting a silvery glow over the deck of the ship as it sailed through the open sea. The crew members had retired to their quarters, leaving Jon, Tormund, Asher, and Beskha as the sole occupants of the deck. They sat together, bundled in warm furs and cloaks, enjoying the solitude and the soothing sound of the waves.
A small lantern in the center of their circle cast flickering light across their faces, creating an atmosphere that was both intimate and comforting.
Jon stared out at the sea, his thoughts wandering to the journey ahead and the challenges they would face in Essos. He broke the silence, his voice filled with a mixture of contemplation and determination. "We're getting closer to our destination. We've trained, prepared, and yet... I can't shake this feeling of unease."
Tormund, his bushy beard glistening in the lantern's light, gave a hearty laugh. "Unease? Well, lad, unease is a good thing. It keeps you sharp. Besides, when have we ever had a journey without a bit of trouble, eh?"
Asher nodded in agreement, his expression serious. "Tormund's right, Jon. We've faced worse than pirates and storms."
Beskha, her sharp eyes scanning the horizon, chimed in, her voice laced with confidence. "And don't forget Snow, you have two of the best mercenaries in all Essos, also, where's the blondie?"
"Val is sleeping, she was too tired and went to her room." Jon took a deep breath and nodded, his gaze shifting from the sea to his companions. "You're right. I'm not alone, and we've been through a lot together. We've faced the White Walkers, Boltons, and Lannisters. I suppose it's the unknown that makes me anxious."
Tormund patted Jon's back with a hearty laugh. "Well, my friend, you've always had a knack for diving headfirst into the unknown. Besides, this is our chance to save our people and make a difference."
Asher raised his flagon of ale in a toast. "To the unknown, to the challenges, and to find what lies ahead. We'll face it together, just as we always have."
Tormund, with his characteristic mischievous grin, nudged Jon and winked. "Jon, remember that time we climbed the Wall? What little crow you were back then, now at least you get the meaning of the true north!"
Jon chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, it's been a long time since then, a lot has changed"
Asher chimed in, a twinkle in his eye. "And what about the time Beskha challenged you to a drinking contest in Kattegat? You were on the ground before you knew it."
Beskha laughed, her voice carrying a hint of mischief. "Jon was an easy target that night. He couldn't hold his ale for the life of him."
Jon's cheeks reddened at the memory. "I've never lived that one down, have I?"
Tormund leaned closer, a sly grin forming. "Oh, and how can I forget the time you first tried to impress Ygritte? You mumbled and stumbled over your words."
Jon's embarrassment was palpable. "Ygritte had a way of making me feel both brave and foolish." Jon's broodiness began to manifest when thinking of Ygritte, her crooked teeth, and her warm smile.
Amidst the backdrop of laughter and shared memories, Jon couldn't help but turn to Asher, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Asher, you remember the time we went hunting beyond the Wall, and you nearly killed me with your 'expert' tracking skills?"
Beskha burst into laughter at the mention of this, and Tormund leaned in eagerly, clearly interested in this new story.
Asher grinned, unapologetic. "Hey, I'll have you know I'm an excellent tracker... most of the time."
Jon chuckled, shaking his head. "We followed that elusive shadowcat for days, and I'm pretty sure it was just a rabbit. You were so convinced that the cat was leading us to some great treasure."
Beskha joined in the teasing. "And I heard you were trying to woo Jon with your survival skills, Asher."
Asher raised his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright, maybe I got a bit carried away. But in my defense, it was a tricky wolf."
Beskha playfully elbowed Asher. "At least you didn't accidentally shoot Jon."
Jon laughed, remembering another close call from their adventure. "That's true. You did nearly put an arrow through my foot, though, Asher."
Asher rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling. "Sorry about that, mate. I swear I'm a better shot now."
Tormund clapped Asher on the back, grinning from ear to ear. "Ah, those were the days. I bet Jon learned more about survival on that trip than in all his time at Castle Black."
Jon admitted with a smile, "It did teach me a thing or two about trusting my instincts. And it's a memory I'll cherish forever, arrow near misses and all."
Tormund, never one to shy away from the spotlight or an opportunity to entertain, grinned mischievously. He cleared his throat dramatically, his eyes twinkling in the light of the lantern, and the group turned their attention to him.
"Ah, lads and lasses," Tormund began, leaning in conspiratorially. "I've got a tale for you tonight, a story that even the boldest of bears would think twice about!"
Jon rolled his eyes playfully, but Beskha and Asher leaned in closer, eager to hear what wild tale Tormund had to share.
Tormund's deep voice took on a more dramatic tone. "So, there I was, beyond the Wall, tracking a particularly elusive shadowcat. You know the kind, with eyes like emeralds and teeth sharper than Valyrian steel."
Asher raised an eyebrow. "Shadowcats are dangerous, but are they really that scary?"
"Asher, we were hunting a shadowcat, because you supposedly saw tracks of one…are you telling me you didn't even know what they look like?" Jon asked bewildered by the implication, did Asher take him that time on a wild-goose chase?
Asher didn't even answer, he just plainly smiled and whistled.
Tormund waved him off. "Shush, is my time to tell a story, and yes kid they are fucking dangerous, but this one was the King of all Shadowcats. I knew it was the biggest beast I'd ever seen by the tracks it left—each pawprint was as large as a man's head, and it was rumored to have a taste for wildling hunters."
Jon chuckled. "Tormund, I've heard many tales, but I've never heard of a giant shadowcat."
Tormund's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Well, that's because it's a rare breed, known only to a select few. You see, as I tracked the beast through the snow and ice, it led me into a treacherous valley, one filled with sheer cliffs and treacherous winds."
Beskha shook her head. "This is going to be a ridiculous story, isn't it?"
Tormund nodded, his grin widening. "Aye, lass, you have no idea. So, as I ventured deeper into the valley, I suddenly found myself cornered. The King of shadowcats leaped out from behind a glacier, and the chase was on!"
Jon chuckled. "I'm starting to think this might be one of your best stories, Tormund."
Tormund continued, his gestures becoming more animated with each word. "We circled each other, and I could see the hunger in its eyes. But I'm no ordinary man; I'm Tormund Giantsbane. I reached into my bag and pulled out a wheel of cheese!"
Asher raised an eyebrow. "You used cheese to fend off a giant shadowcat?"
Tormund laughed heartily. "Oh, it wasn't just any cheese, my friend. It was a wheel of aged goat cheese from a village beyond the Wall. You see, the smell was so pungent that it stunned the beast."
Beskha couldn't help but smile at the absurdity of the tale. "And then what happened, Tormund?"
Tormund chuckled. "Well, while the cat was distracted by the cheese, I went for the killing blow, I wanted to make nice fur with it. But when I approached, another one appeared almost as big as the king, it was her queen I tell you, so I cut my losses and ran like a maniac, that's why I don't have the skin."
Beskha couldn't contain her laughter any longer. "Tormund, you're something else!"
Tormund grinned proudly. "That's me, lass. So remember, if you ever find yourself face to face with a King of shadowcats, just pull out some smelly cheese. Works every time."
The group erupted into laughter, with Jon, Asher, and Beskha shaking their heads in amusement. Tormund's tales may have been outrageous, but they were a source of endless entertainment.
As the laughter from Tormund's wild tale subsided, the lantern's crackling embers painted dancing shadows across their faces. It was Tormund who broke the silence, his gaze thoughtful.
"You know, lad, I don't think I've ever heard the story of how you and Jon met. I realize I don't know much about your past," Tormund remarked, his curiosity piqued.
Asher leaned back, a distant look in his eyes. "Well, it's not as exciting as your stories, but I'll tell you."
Asher took a deep breath before beginning. "It was in the aftermath of the long night against the White Walkers, I hadn't met Jon before, because it took time to heal my wounds from the siege of Ironrath, when I heard the Boltons were already killed I went to Winterfell, but Jon had already been gone to Dragonstone, so when I saw him for the first time, I decided to greet him." Everyone there had solemn face remembering the great battle they had fought for their survival.
Asher continues "We opened up, speaking of how our family's fate was quite similar. I was left with only my little brother Ryon and my two sisters, Mira and Talia. Ironrath was in ruins, and it was the Boltons who took everything from us." Jon and Asher shared a look of people who could understand each other without too many words, as unlike as they were they became great friends after that.
"After that, we became friends, when all the mess in Kingslanding happened and Jon was exiled, I saw a chance, the wild, untamed world beyond the Wall appealed to my sense of freedom and adventure, I didn't want to rule, I'm not made for that, so I went with Jon beyond the wall, far enough so Ryon could govern Ironrath and close enough in case they would need me." Asher ended his tale thinking about how was his family doing, he knew Mira and Talia weren't married yet because they were focused on helping Ryon to rule.
"And I, of course, follow this sorry ass along, because he would get killed if I didn't watch for him." Beskha remarks at the end.
Tormund looks at Asher "I'm sorry about your family, Lad, you did well coming to the true north" He then raises an ale-filled mug to Asher. "To family, surviving, and adventure"
They all joined in, clinking their mugs together in a heartfelt toast. The lantern's warm glow seemed to reflect the warmth in their hearts as they celebrated their shared journey and the unbreakable bonds that had been forged.