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Chapter 1

Inside a cave in the northern region of Westeros, a child no older than six fought for his life as he bled from a wound in his chest. The boy's name was Jon Snow, the illegitimate son of Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North. Jon was nearly an exact copy of his father, with dark hair and a slightly elongated face. The only difference was the color of his eyes, which were not gray but a peculiar shade of purple, leading many to believe he was the son of Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen. However, this was far from the truth; he was the son of Eddard Stark and Ashara Dayne.

The young Jon, clinging to life with all the determination he could muster, wore gray clothing: a leather tunic over a wool one, black woolen pants, and good-quality leather boots. In addition to his attire, Jon carried two more things: a rectangular black bag with a dragon engraving in the shape of a diamond on his leather belt, and a pendant hanging from a braided leather cord around his neck. Finding this necklace had been the reason for his current state.

Flashback

Jon walked near the castle that had belonged to his paternal family for thousands of years. His steps were soft and slow, as his mood wasn't the best due to his beloved stepmother. Don't get him wrong; Jon didn't hate Catelyn Stark, but he didn't love her either. He was mostly indifferent toward her.

"Ah, here we go again." Jon sighed, tired. His stepmother had given him that icy look for besting his brother Robb in sword training. For the Lady of Winterfell, it was inconceivable that Jon could be more skilled with a blade than his brother. Whenever Jon defeated Robb, she shot him a frosty glare that sent shivers down his spine.

"She's become more troublesome since Father left." Jon remarked, stopping near a massive tree with a rock beside it. Climbing onto the rock, he sat down to contemplate the landscape.

Jon's eyes landed on the wolf woods as he thought about recent events. His father had gone to war a month and a half ago. The war had erupted because the Lord of the Iron Islands, Balon Greyjoy, decided to rebel, prompting King Robert Baratheon to call his vassals. His father, as the Lord of the North, had to march south with the Northern armies. This left Catelyn Stark as the lady of the fortress, forcing Jon to tread carefully to avoid her icy gaze.

"I'd better return, or I'll get into more trouble." Jon said, realizing he'd spent too much time outside the stronghold. With a leap, he moved away from the stone, but upon landing, his foot hit another rock, slightly twisting his ankle. The movement wasn't severe enough to cause harm, but it sent him tumbling sideways. Unfortunately, Jon ended up falling into a pile of weeds covering a small hole.

Jon's body plummeted through the hole and began rolling deeper into the cave. The farther he went, the larger the cavern became. With a dull thud, Jon's body stopped when it hit the cave floor.

"Ouch." Jon muttered as he slowly got to his feet. Once standing, he surveyed the cave.

The cave was a spacious place, about seven or eight meters on each side. Strangely, it was well-lit, though not at the same level as the surface, but enough to walk.

"What is this place?" Jon wondered. His eyes saw that the cave continued several meters westward. Part of him wanted to run back, but another part, the wolf's blood, as his father called it, urged him to keep going. So, in the end, his wolf's blood won, and he began walking deeper into the cave.

Jon walked what he thought were hours, though only half an hour had passed. He saw nothing but moss, earth, roots, and smelled the constant musty odor.

"This was nonsense." Jon said, already tired. However, after those words, his jaw dropped as he saw the cave walls transition from earth to stone. Putting a smile on his face, Jon began to run toward the deepest part of the cave. Carvings started appearing on the walls. Stopping, Jon saw one that depicted dragons burning villages, and a person facing and defeating a very large dragon.

"Who could this person be?" Jon wondered, intrigued. He continued to the next wall and saw another carving. In this one, the same person rescued a woman and traveled with her through various scenarios, eventually battling a creature that seemed like a cross between a human and a bat.

"This being resembles the creatures from old Tata's tales." Jon thought, feeling fear. He decided to stop looking at that carving and moved on to the next. He saw the same man traveling to an island and fighting furry giants with fish-like heads. At the end of the carving, the man faced another figure, both wearing identical armor. Jon saw the man meeting a woman, and together they embarked on more adventures, getting married and starting a family. The subsequent carvings showed further adventures of the couple, including the man taking other wives some with wings and others with tails. But then, the carvings became blurry and illegible.

Jon continued his path to the end of the cave, finding only a small rectangular bag and a necklace. Approaching, Jon decided to take both objects.

"I can use the bag and maybe get some silver deer or even silver moons." Jon thought, examining the necklace more closely. The necklace had a braided leather cord and a silver pendant with an engraved circle surrounded by eight spear-like points, with a dark purple gem in the center.

Putting the necklace in his pants pocket, Jon began to search for the way back to Winterfell, unaware that the gem on the necklace briefly glowed purple.

End of Flashback

Despite feeling blood seeping from his body, Jon refused to give up. However, his willpower wasn't enough, and soon his mind felt lighter as he saw a black spot at the bottom of his vision.

'Father, Robb, Sansa…' Jon thought as he began to see the mentioned individuals in his mind. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a brilliant purple light.

In another chamber of the same cave, not far from where Jon had lost consciousness, a person observed the child. The observer was a man in his thirties, with long black hair like the night. His green eyes had an unusual feature: the pupils were not round but shaped like a cross. A trimmed black beard adorned his serene face. He wore clothes made from animal skins and exuded a strange golden aura.

The name of this man was Edzard Rolandson, and currently, he was a soul bound to an object. Edzard watched as the child, whom he had saved from bleeding to death, rested peacefully on two layers of skin taken from the enchanted bag the child had found.

"Well, this was unexpected." Edzard said, looking down at the child. "I wonder who you are, brat, and how you ended up in such a state. Although you've been lucky if it weren't for finding my amulet and enchanted bag, you'd be dead right now."

After these words, Edzard closed his eyes to rest a bit, knowing the boy wouldn't wake up soon. Hours passed before Edzard opened his eyes and saw that the child had already awakened.

'Wow. It seems he's already awake.' Edzard thought as he approached the child. Quickly taking him by the arm, Edzard placed his left hand on the child's head and, in an instant, read his mind with magic.

A grimace appeared on Edzard's face as he realized the child hadn't had an easy childhood, though it hadn't been overly difficult either. He learned that the child's name was Jon Snow and that he was the illegitimate son of the local lord. Edzard also gained insights into Jon's family, the society they lived in, their origins, and more.

'Seriously, this world is strange. I don't understand why they've created a society where everything revolves around your birth status rather than your achievements. Yes… this world is going to hell.' Edzard thought as he withdrew his hand from Jon's head, having learned all he could.

Stepping back, he noticed Jon looking at him with fear. To calm him, Edzard put on the friendliest smile he could muster. 'I hope this works; she always said it did.'

Edzard watched as Jon stared at him for what seemed like hours, but the fear in the boy's eyes began to fade.

"H-hello, sir?" Jon stammered, glancing around cautiously. "Where am I? How am I still alive?"

Upon hearing the child, Edzard sat down in front of him and replied, "You're in a chamber not far from where you were bleeding out." He pointed to Jon's chest. "By the way, I've healed you."

Jon's eyes widened in surprise, but he let out a relieved sigh. Seeing the boy calmer, Edzard decided to introduce himself properly.

"My name is Edzard Rolandson Cumberland. It's a pleasure to see you awake, Jon Snow."

Jon's eyes widened even further upon hearing his name. Part of him was scared; he hadn't expected to be recognized so quickly. However, what came next astonished him even more.

"From the expression on your face, I'm sure you think I've identified you as the bastard son of the supreme lord of these lands, right?"

Jon nodded.

"Well, you're mistaken; I learned it another way."

Edzard's response only confused Jon further. Before he could speak, Edzard interrupted.

"We can continue the discussion of how I know your name later. The only thing I'm interested in right now is how you obtained that necklace." Edzard pointed to the collar that peeked out from Jon's tunic.

Jon looked at the collar and began recounting where he had found it.

"I see." Edzard said after listening to Jon's account. Then he looked at the boy, noticing his many questions, and encouraged him to ask.

Jon's questions were straightforward. He asked where Edzard lived, why he glowed, and whether he was the owner of the collar and bag he had found. Edzard answered these questions simply, always telling Jon the truth. In fact, the last son of Akatosh chuckled when Jon nearly wet his pants upon learning that Edzard was a ghost. It took quite some time to convince the child, but once he did, Edzard disclosed everything, especially the fact that he was trapped inside the amulet.

Jon's next question was about how this was possible. Edzard explained that he was there due to magic, which prompted Jon to deny it, claiming that magic didn't exist. Of course, this assertion triggered Edzard's Archmage pride, proving that magic did indeed exist. When the young boy witnessed magic for the first time, he was scared, but then he looked at it with fascination, leading to their current situation.

"Can you teach me magic?" Jon asked with determination.

Edzard blinked several times in confusion at the question, but then he smiled. "I could, but before even considering teaching you magic, answer this: Why do you want to learn magic?"

Jon fell silent for a moment, pondering his response. When he finally believed he had a good answer, he shared it with Edzard.

"I want to learn magic so I can make a name for myself and stop being just the bastard of Winterfell."

Upon hearing those words, Edzard looked at the boy and felt pity for him. Although he had observed Jon's life, he never expected the mistreatment to be so severe. In his memories, he hadn't seen Jon being mistreated; perhaps some were cold toward him, but he hadn't suffered abuse until now.

'Although the issue might not be physical but rather emotional and affective.' Edzard thought. Studying Jon more closely, he decided to take action. Closing both eyes and gathering a significant amount of magic, he used a power he rarely employed in his lifetime: "The Sight."

"The Sight" allowed its user to glimpse the most probable future, whether their own or someone else's. Using this power on the child, Edzard saw that Jon's life ended at a great ice wall, murdered by his comrades.

"What an unworthy fate for someone with so much potential in combat." Edzard thought, observing how Jon had proven to be a skilled swordsman in the vision. "He had excellent abilities, but his mindset thinking less of himself due to being a bastard led him to suppress his potential, both in combat and with magic. Magic that I've never seen before, if I'm honest with myself."

After these reflections, Edzard continued to gaze at Jon until he finally decided to do something for him.

"Tell me, Jon, would you be willing to leave your family behind and embark on a journey to become someone who can make a name for themselves?" Edzard asked seriously.

Edzard's words left Jon stunned; he hadn't expected that question.

'Could I leave Winterfell and everyone behind?' Jon thought, images of his siblings, father, Maester Luwin, Ser Rodrik, Old Nan, and many others flooding his mind. 'I-I-I… No, Jon! You must be strong! I must do it; I can't stay in Winterfell forever. When I'm older, there will only be two options for me: join the Night's Watch with Uncle Benjen or rely on Father and Robb's mercy. But if I embark on this journey, I'll gain something I can call my own, something no one can take away or attribute to being Lord Eddard Stark's son.'

As Jon pondered that, his blood began to surge with newfound vigor. A willpower he hadn't believed he possessed emerged within him. Something he never thought he'd feel right at this moment, his Stark blood and Dornish blood stirred, and a desire blossomed within him. A desire that Edzard knew all too well, for he had felt it in his own time a longing to venture forth and see the world.

A smile appeared on Edzard's face as he witnessed Jon's expression shift from confusion to determination.

"It seems you've made your decision, haven't you?" Edzard remarked.

Jon looked at Edzard and nodded emphatically.

Following that response, Edzard explained to Jon that they needed to embark on their journey today. Each day counted toward Jon becoming a true warrior. Moreover, they had to find a suitable place for training, as neither this cave nor the North was conducive to their purpose.

This, of course, left Jon perplexed. "Why isn't it suitable?"

Edzard gazed at the ceiling and sighed before answering. "Listen, Jon, this place is controlled by your family. Someone might recognize you, leading to numerous complications. Furthermore, it's possible your stepmother has dispatched people to search for you. And before you dismiss it as impossible, consider this: you're her husband's son. Don't you think they could accuse her of something if you were to disappear while he's away?"

Edzard's words echoed in Jon's mind. For a moment, he contemplated returning to Winterfell, but after a few seconds, he decided against it.

"Now, if you want me to teach you everything I can, we must find a place where I can do so without interruptions."

Jon rubbed his chin, pondering where Edzard could teach him. Unfortunately, he couldn't come up with a suitable location. He looked at Edzard and asked him to suggest a place for their training.

Edzard stood up, moved his right hand, and reached into the bag Jon had carried. From it, he retrieved a small golden box adorned with green gems. Jon was astonished; he noticed that he no longer had the bag. For a moment, he was tempted to ask Edzard to return it, but then he remembered that the collar belonged to Edzard, so the bag must be his as well.

"Well, why don't we determine the best location?" Edzard said, placing the box on the ground and pressing one of the gems.

The box glowed and disassembled, forming a nine-pointed star. From each of the points, where a gem had been, a white beam emerged. These rays merged into a single one, ultimately directing itself toward the cave's ceiling. There, a complete map of the Westeros continent materialized.

"Hmm. As I mentioned earlier, we can't stay in the North; your father's vassals would recognize you quickly. Riverlands is out of the question it belongs to your stepmother's family, and they'd kill you on sight. The other places are unfamiliar to me, given your limited knowledge, but I've learned that the faith there would burn you alive if they discovered you practicing magic. That leaves us with only one option." Edzard pointed with his finger to a location far to the north, beyond a wall.

Jon's face turned as white as snow upon seeing the spot Edzard indicated.

"N-no. That place is full of cannibals who eat children!" Jon exclaimed, panic gripping him.

Edzard looked at Jon and smiled, amused by the boy's expression.

"It's not entirely filled with cannibals. Well, there might be a few, but I doubt there are many." Edzard reassured him. "Besides, if they attack you, I'll defend you."

"Defend me?" Jon asked, confused, as he recalled that Edzard was a trapped soul within a collar.

"Indeed."

"I see…"

Edzard smiled and, placing a hand on Jon's head, spoke.

"Calm down, by the time your training is complete, there won't be anyone in this world who can stop you."

After those words, Edzard removed his hand from Jon's head and, bending down, picked up one of the cloaks on which the boy had been resting.

"Well, it's time to go." Edzard said, tossing a cloak to Jon.

Jon caught the cloak and putting it on, began to follow Edzard, who had already started walking.

Author's Note:

To those who have made it this far, thank you for reading. To be honest, my English writing skills are not strong, and I'm relying on Google Translate and the dictionaries that come with Office 2019.

And here we go, translating my other fanfic, knowing that I haven't had much time lately…

Honestly, I'm doing this purely to distract myself. I might continue translating it, or I might not.

Now, returning to the story, to summarize, I'll just mention that this fic is a N+A=J. While I'm a big fan of R+L=J, I'm also a fan of N+A=J.

Well, I'm rambling too much. Getting back to the main point of this story, I'll say that it will focus on adventure meaning we'll see Jon traveling throughout the known world, investigating, fighting, gaining fame and wealth. Although, we'll also see him engaging in certain activities with some people. XD

I haven't decided on a romantic pairing for the story yet, as I'm still unsure whether to go with monogamous or polygamous romance.

With that being all, I planned to share in this note, I hope you enjoy the story.

I apologize for any spelling errors. Please don't forget to leave a review if you enjoyed the chapter, or if there's something that needs improvement, or if you have any questions about the story. Any constructive advice is welcome. With nothing more to say, see you in the next chapter.