A Song of Ice and Fire: The Hunt Begins

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A/N: This story will be an A.U., In which Arthur Dwayne survived and he and Ned passed Jon off as Ashara's and Ned's son. Catelyn relationship with Jon is different as she will be motherly to him, thanks to Arthur. Also Mya Stone will be living with the Starks in this. If you don't like it then turn away now.

WARNING: THIS STORY WOULD INCLUDE TORTURE, VULGAR LANGUAGE, DISMEMBERMENT, AND SEXUAL ACTIVITIES. READ AT YOUR DISCRETION.

Chapter One: From The Stars

The Hunt.

The Hunt was something that wolves are naturally good at, when together. As a pack, wolves are capable of hunting anything.

Yet, in the rarest of circumstances, does a wolf hunt alone. A wolf that hunts alone does not live long, as the saying goes, "The pack survives while the lone wolf dies."

However, it is even rarer when the lone wolf not only survives in the harsh wilderness but also excels at the art of the hunt. Showing that it was truly worthy of the Hunt.

These thoughts are what ran through a young sixteen year old Jon Snow's mind as he readied the bow in his hands. His father Ned Stark crouched behind him. His brother Robb would usually come with him but he was out sick with a cold. Nothing too serious.

In front of them was a beautiful stag, drinking from a nearby spring. Oblivious to the ones watching it.

"Breath, steady your aim. Do not think of it as an animal, think of it as a target." Ned whispered as he placed a hand on his son's back.

Jon took in his Father's words and took a deep breath. He arched his shoulders up and pulled the bow string.

Once he lined the shot on where he wanted it to go, he released. The arrow flew from his bow and struck true to its target. With a brief cry, the stag fell down, dead.

"Good job." Jon smiled at his father's praise as he and Ned made their way to the fallen stag. They carried the carcass and loaded it up onto their horses. They soon rode off to Winterfell. Both of them are unaware of the events that will unfold.

WINTERFELL

It was a good three hours before the father and son duo entered the walls of Winterfell. They soon came to a stop once they reached the courtyard. Ned and Jon dismounted from their horses.

"Take the buck to the butcher's, Jon." Ned ordered his son, who nodded in return.

The Lord of Winterfell heard footsteps approaching and turned to see his wife, Catelyn Stark, approach him.

"My Lord." Catelyn gives a curtsy.

Ned smiled before taking her hand and kissing it. "My Lady."

The two smiled at one another before embracing in a warm hug. They soon broke the hug. "I take it that the hunt went well?" She asks.

"Aye, Jon managed to make the strike true." Ned said.

Catelyn laughed. "That boy did love to hunt. I give it a few more years and then Jon would be better at the bow than Theon." It was strange, the first time Ned brought Jon to Winterfell, she was obviously angry. She wanted the bastard to be sent away so he wouldn't steal the inheritance his trueborn siblings were given. However, a chat with the boy's uncle, Arthur Dayne, convinced Catelyn otherwise. While not treating Jon as she would to any of her own children, she treated him as his own individual.

Ned laughed in return. "Only time will tell."

With Jon

After dropping the stag off with the butcher, Jon made his way towards Mikken's shop. He had hoped that the request he put was finished by now.

Suddenly, he felt something tackle into his side. "Oof." Jon looked down to see that Arya was the one that ran into him. "Arya, what are you doing out here?" He asked.

"I wanted to see you." Arya mumbled into his side. This caused Jon to chuckle as he ruffled her hair, much to the girl's annoyance. She looked at Jon, "What'd you get this time?" She asked.

"Stag." Jon replied.

"Yum." She said jokingly, making the two siblings laugh. Deciding to hold off visiting Mikken, Jon took Arya to the kitchen to sneak some sweets. After grabbing whatever sweets they wanted, Jon escorted Arya back to her studies with septa Mordane. Despite the girl's protests.

Later

Hours had gone by, the sun setting in the horizon, giving way to the night sky. Jon watched stars, his gray orbs scanning each and everyone of them. He wondered, was there something beyond these stars? It was a question that sometimes came to his mind.

"Staring at the stars again?" A voice called out. Jon turned to see his uncle Arthur Dayne, standing by the door of the broken tower.

"Aye." Jon replied.

"You skipped training today." Arthur said.

"Didn't feel like it. I'll do it tomorrow." Was Jon's response.

Arthur sighed as he walked next to Jon, leaning against the fence post. He tilted his head up to look at the stars. They were bright and vibrant, the sight of which reminded Arthur of home. But that wasn't his focus right now.

"What's wrong Jon?" Arthur asked his nephew.

Jon stood silent for a brief moment. "Do you think my mother would like to watch the stars here in Winterfell? With me I mean." Jon said, turning to look his uncle in the eye.

Arthur let out a sad chuckle. "Ashara loved watching the stars when she was a girl. She would point at the biggest star there was," Arthur pointed out the biggest star in the sky to empathize with his point, "the star of house Dayne. That it would bring good fortune to those who gaze upon it. So I have no doubt she would love watching the stars here."

Jon was silent at his uncle's explanation. He hardly knew his mother, Ashara Dayne, was said to be one of the most beautiful woman in Dorne. Behind Elia Martell of course. He only knew bits and pieces about her from whatever stories his father told him. As little as it was. He knew it was painful for his father to talk about her, even more so for his uncle. He cherished whatever he could learn about her.

Arthur took note of Jon's silence. "Your mother loved you with all her heart, Jon. Never forget that." Arthur told Jon.

Jon gave Arthur a small smile before he stood straight up. Stretching his arms as he did. "I'll be going to bed now uncle."

Arthur nodded. "Try not to sleep in too much. You got training to do tomorrow."

"I will." Jon answered as he left the room.

Once Jon was out of sight, Arthur let out a sigh. He hated lying to the boy. He longed to tell Jon the truth but he was afraid how the boy would take it. He glanced one last time at the stars. "If only you won that battle instead of the usurper, my prince." And with that Arthur went to his chambers. Getting ready for the next day.

If Arthur had looked up a little longer, he would've noticed a streak of light, soaring through the sky.

Jon's Chambers.

Jon let out an exhausted sigh as he entered his chambers. It was nice and cozy enough, while not as lavish as his trueborn siblings. But he didn't care. It was all he needed.

Suddenly, Jon felt two slender yet muscular arms, wrapped around him. Turned around to see who it was but was met with a pair of lips touching his own. A brief kiss, the preparator's lips departed from his.

"I missed you." The preparator breathed out.

Jon simply smiled and returned the kiss. "I missed you too Mya."

Mya Stone was a bastard born from the Eyrie, the firstborn of Robert Baratheon, before he became king. She had coal-black hair and blue eyes. The most beautiful blue eyes that Jon had ever seen.

The first time they ever met was when the hand of the king, Jon Arryn, arrived at Winterfell. Mya sitting behind him on his horse. The old Arryn asked Ned to watch over her for fear for her safety. Lord Stark was hesitant to do so, but when he found out she was the King's daughter, that hesitation disappeared. When first met, Jon was nervous, never trying to talk to a girl he liked before. He remembers the embarrassing first time he tried to talk to her, gods he was a stuttering mess. However, instead of being appalled, Mya giggled and said that Jon was cute.

Mya's first days at Winterfell were rough, though she quickly adapted. Not unlike any other noble bastards he had ever met, Mya preferred the sword over needle work. She would practice in the courtyard with her sword and bow, and would secretly teach Arya whenever Jon wasn't around. Which made the young Stark girl admire Mya even more.

Theon Greyjoy once tried to get into her pants, trying to sway her with honeyed words. Seeing right through them, Mya spurned his advances and would never lay with a squid. She also stated, rather loudly, that her heart already belonged to someone else. After that day, Theon would try her hardest to humiliate the girl, but Mya would make him look like a fool instead. Though Jon was mostly curious about the one who Mya had set her sights on. Imagine his surprise when Mya cornered him in the stables and professed her love to him. Jon was at first hesitant but the kiss he got from Mya, his first one, melted those doubts away. They had been together ever since.

The two lovers looked at one another in the eyes, gray meeting blue. They soon kissed once more, this time with more passion. While still kissing, Jon closed the door, and picked Mya up, despite her being taller than him. Guiding her to the bed, Jon sat her down and the two started shedding their clothes. Jon broke the kiss and latched his mouth onto one of Mya's nipples. The girl moaned at this action, she used her hand to massage Jon's member through his breeches. Immediately it got stiff at her touch, Mya let go and grabbed Jon's face, bringing him up to meet her gaze. "I can't wait Jon, I want you NOW." Mya demanded.

Jon obliged by taking off his breeches, with Mya doing the same. As soon as they were both naked, Mya grabbed and tossed Jon onto his back. Mya crawled on top of him, giving him a passionate kiss. Her left hand grabbed ahold of his stiff member, guiding it to her warm passage. Without hesitation, Mya lowered herself onto it, her lover's rod penetrating her with every inch. Both groaned at this action, Jon could feel her walls wrapping around him while she felt him stretching her out.

After allowing herself to get comfortable, Mya started to bounce on Jon's lap. Soon the sound of flesh slapping against each other filled the room, as did Mya's moans and Jon's grunts. Mya rode Jon for all his worth, and she was done with that, Jon placed her on all fours and took her like a bitch in heat. Making Mya moan out even more, having to bite a pillow in order to quiet down. Hours pass, and bodily fluids covering the two, Jon and Mya cover themselves with a blanket. The Baratheon bastard laid her head into Jon's broad chest, closing eyes as she drifted off to sleep. Jon looked down and gently stroked her hair before he too fell asleep.

Wolfswood

It was quiet in the Wolfswood, the animals went on as they would every other day. A pack of wolves were currently feasting on their latest kill. Sharp teeth tearing through the flesh and bone of an unfortunate deer. Suddenly, their ears twitched, they heard something. They all perked their heads to the source and saw a big ball of fire heading towards them. Quickly, they scatter so as not to get caught in the crossfire.

With a loud boom, the object crashed into the ground. Dirt and debris flying everywhere.

The wolves returned from their hiding space and slowly closed in on the strange object. It was tall and metallic, unlike anything they had seen before. The object suddenly bursts open with a loud hiss, causing them to step back. They waited but they saw nothing, the alpha slowly walked forward, sniffing the air as it did. It picked up an odd scent, not unlike the humans it and its pack mates had stumbled across. Without warning the alpha tensed and started to growl, an intruder. It couldn't see it but it could smell it, and it wasn't welcomed in their territory.

Viking

It looked at the beast in front of it with an analytical gaze. This quadrupedal animal was able to sense it despite being cloaked. Impressive but this was not what it was looking for. Then again, a trophy was a trophy. Letting out a challenging growl, the beast lunged forward with its teeth and claws bared.

Slash

It was quick and clean, not a single movement was wasted. The beast was ended before it could reach the ground. Its stomach was sliced open, spilling out the internal organs. The other beasts watched before running away, fearing for their own lives. They were smart to run.

It looked towards the dead beast and knelt beside the carcass. Yes, it would make a fine trophy. Using its blades to slash along the body and neck, it dug its hand inside. And with a mighty pull, the spine and head were ripped from the body. The trophy was decent, barely anything noteworthy. Though there were more opportunities in this strange new world.

The hunt has just begun.

To Be Continued.