Notes:
Very AU (Alternate Universe)
Jon joins the night watch a year early 297 AC
The Three-eyed Raven exists in this story, but for now, he won't participate.
The physical appearance and personality of Jorah Mormont are more like in the TV series.
Some characters are out of character.
This is a story based on the Game of Thrones books and TV series, but be warned, it's a very AU (Alternate Universe) story. If you're someone who doesn't enjoy a story that deviates a lot from canon, where certain characters may act out of character, or if you're not a fan of romance with a good amount of fluff, and a story that ultimately has a happy ending, then this may not be the right story for you.
Chapter 14
Enchanted forest (Beyond the wall) 290 AC
"My name is Leaf, a Child of the Forest," she said .
Elaena couldn't believe her eyes as she gazed upon Leaf. Graceful and ethereal, Leaf seemed to carry the wisdom of millennia in her eyes—a sight unlike anything she had ever seen.
"H... How do you know our names?" Elaena asked, her eyes widening with astonishment. Almost simultaneously, she noticed Benjen observing Leaf with a mix of fear and curiosity.
"The Gods of the forest revealed them to me in visions," Leaf replied, her demeanor calm and reassuring. Despite Benjen's caution, there was no aggression in Leaf's presence, putting Elaena at ease. She sensed that Leaf's magic was not evil but in harmony with the peaceful energy she had felt since arriving in Westeros, intensifying beyond the Wall.
"Do not be afraid, Ben," Elaena said, her voice a soothing balm as she noticed his nervous demeanor. "She is not our enemy. The magic within her is potent, yet it bears neither darkness nor aggression." Her gaze remained fixed on her husband, filled with trust and understanding, aiming to alleviate Benjen's apprehensions.
"I trust in your judgment, Ely," replied Benjen, his tension easing. He felt a comforting reassurance in Elaena's words.
With a graceful wave of her hand, Elaena gently opened a gap in the magical circle of fire, extending an invitation to Leaf.
Upon entering the circle of fire, Leaf dipped her head respectfully and spoke with a soft yet determined voice. "Three weeks ago, we sensed an outburst of foreign magic. Upon receiving a command from the gods, I embarked on a quest to uncover the source of this magic, and it has led me to this moment."
"What reason did your gods have for sending you?" Benjen inquired, his original unease now transformed into genuine curiosity.
Leaf smiled at him and replied, "The gods of the forest, who are also yours, Benjen Stark of the First Men, have revealed to me in these visions a potential union of powers that could aid us in our fight against the advancing darkness. The presence of both of you, a daughter of Valyria and a direct descendant of Bran the Builder of the First Men, may be the key to unlocking this alliance, as it has occurred in the distant past.'
Elaena listened attentively, her fascination growing. "Could you share more about the alliance that occurred in the past?" Memories of conversations in Valyria with Aelora Balaerys and Jon Connington about the Long Night and the union between the First Men and the Children of the Forest flooded her mind. Back then, those tales had captivated her, and now, in the presence of a member of the Children of the Forest, it felt like a dream come true.
Leaf's eyes sparkled with hope. "An alliance once existed between my people and the First Men. Long ago, we fought and died together to defend the realms of the living against the darkness that threatened to consume us all. Our combined powers and unity were key to surviving those dark times."
As Leaf began narrating the events of the Long Night, Elaena couldn't help but notice that her account delved into much greater detail than what she had heard back in Valyria. However, one particular detail caught her attention—something Jon Connington had failed to mention. Leaf spoke of a legendary hero imbued with the magic of the gods of the forest, wielding a mythical sword enchanted with the power of the Lord of Light. According to the gods of the forest, this hero hailed from a distant land in the Far East known as the Shadow Lands.
"At the mention of the Shadow Lands, Elaena's eyes widened in surprise, and realization struck her like a bolt of lightning. The mysterious Lord of Light, whose origins had been shrouded in mystery until that very moment, was none other than R'hllor—a deity she had often heard of in Valyria. Whispers of his cult had transcended through the ages, originating from the distant city of Asshai, nestled in the heart of the enigmatic lands known as the Shadow Lands in the far east. Legends spanning thousands of years spoke of mages wielding a distinct form of fire magic, different from that found in Valyria. These sorcerers were said to possess ancient abilities, capable of defying even the grasp of death itself."
Internally, Elaena couldn't help but find the irony in her situation. Here she was, in the far west of the known world, learning about the origins of a god from the far east. The pieces of the puzzle fell into place, and Elaena's mind raced with newfound understanding. The convergence of forces and the potential alliance between the magic of the gods of the forest from Westeros, the power of R'hllor from the Shadow Lands, and the ancient Valyrian magic took on a deeper significance. A powerful trio, each with their distinct magics, united in the fight against the looming shadows.
Elaena kept this newfound revelation to herself, pondering the implications. The gods had guided her to this moment, and she felt an unyielding sense of purpose. There was a reason she had been brought here, beyond the Wall, where ancient magics and destinies intertwined.
As Leaf concluded her account, a sense of anticipation permeated the air. Benjen, unable to suppress his curiosity, dared to pose the pivotal question. "What are the next steps? How do we unlock this alliance and fulfill the prophecy that brought us here?"
Pleased to see that her message had been positively received by Elaena and Benjen, Leaf smiled and continued, "To unlock the alliance, both of you must journey with me to a sacred series of caves hidden deep within the forests. There, you will encounter the last surviving members of the Children of the Forest. Within those hallowed caves, the alliance between the gods of the forest and the Lord of Light was forged millennia ago."
Elaena and Benjen exchanged glances, captivated by the prospect of visiting these ancient caves. "And what shall we do once we reach these caves?" Elaena inquired, her voice brimming with anticipation.
"In the sacred heart of those caves, a magical ceremony must be performed to rekindle the bonds of the alliance," Leaf revealed. "This ceremony requires the participation of a member of the Children of the Forest, a representative of the First Men, and a wielder of the ancient Valyrian magic. You, Elaena, shall stand as the representative of Valyria."
Elaena nodded, understanding the gravity of their roles. "And what about a representative of the Lord of Light's magic?" she asked, noticing the absence of mention of someone embodying that god's power.
"Within the caves lies an ancient artifact, a relic capable of channeling the divine energy of the Lord of Light. It is said that those touched by the magic of the Lord of Light may wield its power through this artifact. In essence, the artifact becomes the representative of the Lord of Light's magic during the ceremony." Leaf replied
Benjen's eyes widened with wonder. "So, someone touched by the Lord of Light's magic is already present in those caves?" he asked.
Leaf's enigmatic smile deepened. "That is something you shall discover when you arrive at the caves. The gods weave destinies together, and the chosen ones are guided to where they are needed."
"And once the magical ceremony is complete, what will happen?" Elaena inquired, her curiosity growing.
"After the ceremony, the ancient alliance between the gods of the forest and the Lord of Light will be reestablished, now joined by the gods of Valyria and their magic," Leaf explained. "The energies of all these ancient magics will intertwine, creating a powerful force to aid in the upcoming war against the encroaching darkness."
Benjen furrowed his brow. "But what role will we play in this war?"
Leaf's gaze softened as she spoke with reassuring wisdom, "Both of you, along with others who will be chosen, will become valiant warriors at the service of the prince or princess, or perhaps both, who are prophesied to be the ones to ultimately confront and overcome the darkness."
"The Targaryen King or Queen of my visions," Elaena thought.
Elaena's curiosity burned within her, and she couldn't resist asking Leaf about the enigmatic enemy they would face in the upcoming war. As they walked through the ancient woods, she broached the topic cautiously.
"Leaf," Elaena began, "you mentioned the encroaching darkness, the enemy we must confront. Could you tell me more about this enemy according to the traditions of the gods of the forest? What are they, and how can we stand against such a formidable threat?"
Leaf's eyes turned serious, and she nodded. "The enemy we face is known as the Others, but some call them the White Walkers, in the common tongue. According to the traditions passed down by my people, the Others are ancient beings of ice and death. They hail from the far north, beyond the Wall, where the cold is so intense that it can freeze the very soul."
Elaena shuddered at the thought of such malevolent beings. "And what do they seek? What drives them to wage war against the living?"
"Their motivations are shrouded in mystery," Leaf replied. "But one thing is clear—they are the embodiment of darkness and seek to extinguish all life and light. They raise the dead to serve them as wights, soldiers in their army of ice and death. It is said that they bring with them an endless winter, and wherever they go, life withers and dies."
Elaena tried to comprehend the gravity of the threat. "But how can we, mortal beings, hope to stand against such supernatural entities? It seems impossible."
"Elaena, do not underestimate the power of your magic as a mortal when compared to the Others," Leaf said, observing her with a gentle smile. "I sensed your fiery magic three weeks ago, and I feel it now, within you and in the magical circle of fire surrounding us. Your Valyrian magic is remarkably potent, and I believe the Others will have an unpleasant encounter with it."
She paused for a moment, her eyes holding a spark of wisdom. "I have previously consulted with the wisest of my people, and the conclusion we have reached is that the Others are but pawns, mere marionettes controlled by a more sinister force. An enemy so elusive, it remains undescribed in our religious tradition. Even in my visions, our gods have never spoken of this hidden enemy, but it might be the Great Other, the opposing deity to R'hllor in the religion of the Lord of Light."
"And what do you know of the enemy according to the religion of the Lord of Light?" Elaena inquired, wanting to understand how both faiths perceived this common foe.
Leaf's expression turned pensive. "According to the religion of the Lord of Light, the Others are seen as servants of darkness, akin to a manifestation of the Great Other, the opposing deity to R'hllor. They are considered the embodiment of cold, death, and chaos, seeking to plunge the world into eternal darkness. The followers of R'hllor believe that the war against the Great Other is a cosmic struggle between the forces of light and darkness."
As Elaena absorbed this information, she began to grasp the weight of their role in the impending war. They were to be the support for the promised prince or princess, assisting them while they faced the Great Other, the ultimate embodiment of darkness.
The weight of their impending responsibilities settled heavily on Elaena's shoulders. She, Benjen, the Children of the Forest, and the other chosen warriors would bear the burden of preventing the invasion of the Others. Theirs would be the battle against the minions of darkness, buying the prince or princess the time they needed to confront the Great Other.
As Elaena expressed her thoughts, she noticed Leaf smiling warmly. The Child of the Forest nodded, her eyes reflecting a mixture of hope and determination. "It will not be an easy path, but united, we stand a chance to protect the real of the living from the impending doom."
Leaf paused and observed Elaena, who returned her gaze with bright eyes. "One more thing, Elaena," Leaf said, her voice gentle yet serious. "You must know that this journey will be filled with sacrifices, and the preparation you and Benjen undergo within the cave may take years. The gods send you a message, 'you must let him go.'"
Upon hearing Leaf's words, Elaena's mind raced back to the dream she had with her niece, Daenys. In that dream, Daenys had uttered those very words, "Ely, you must let him go. He must continue his own path, a path of blood and suffering to be reborn." The memory of her niece's enigmatic words lingered in her thoughts.
"The son of Rhaegar and Lyanna," Elaena thought instantly,
As Elaena absorbed the weight of the message, her mind raced back to the dream she had with her niece, Daenys. In that dream, Daenys had uttered those very words, "Ely, you must let him go. He must continue his own path, a path of blood and suffering to be reborn."
A tear rolled down her cheek. The realization struck her hard, knowing that the path ahead would demand tough choices and personal sacrifices. Her heart ached at the thought that she might not see her daughter Alysanne for many years, along with Daenerys, Viserys, Aegon, and Rhaenys. She would have to wait several years before meeting the son of Rhaegar and Lyanna
Noticing Elaena's vulnerability, Benjen approached his wife and wrapped her in a comforting embrace, which she reciprocated while shedding more tears. Leaf observed Elaena's emotions with understanding and compassion, aware of the burden they all carried. The Child of the Forest placed a comforting hand on Elaena's shoulder, offering silent support. Elaena appreciated the gesture, finding solace in the fact that she was not alone in this struggle.
With renewed determination, Elaena wiped away her tears while still holding onto Benjen and met Leaf's gaze. "I know that this journey will be difficult, and my heart aches at the thought of being away from my children for so long," she said, her voice trembling. "But I will do whatever is necessary to protect them. The sacrifices may be great, but the stakes are even greater."
"Leaf," said Elaena with determination, "before I accompany you to those caves, I need to talk to someone."
Two hours later Enchanted forest (Beyond the wall) 290 AC
As Elaena unraveled the situation, an unusual hush enveloped Aelora Balaerys and Jon Connington. Their typically animated expressions froze in awe as they absorbed her explanation. The presence of Leaf, standing beside her, added an air of mystique and fantasy to the unfolding tale.
As Elaena concluded her narrative, Aelora's voice cut through the lingering silence with conviction. Jon Connington, by her side, nodded in agreement. "Don't you see, Elaena," Aelora continued, her words resonating through the magical conduit. "The gods of the forest, coupled with the Lord of Light, foretell of a promised king—a Targaryen king destined to rule over a united Westeros. A divine vision perfectly aligned with Valyria's policy regarding the Seven Kingdoms."
Despite the lingering sadness, Elaena managed a small smile, her thoughts echoing, "My dear Aelora, always the astute politician. In any circumstance, you find opportunities that benefit Valyria."
Noticing the melancholy in Elaena, Aelora pressed on. "As I vowed nearly two years ago, dear Elaena, you know well that I'll always watch over your daughter and the other Targaryens."
"Please tell my daughter that I love her with all my heart," Elaena requested.
"I will, my dear friend," replied Aelora.
"Lead the way, Leaf," Elaena said with conviction, directing her gaze to the Children of the Forest.
Two days later Enchanted forest (Beyond the wall) 290 AC
Two days had passed since Elaena and Benjen began their journey towards the sacred caves hidden deep within the ancient forests. Their path had been fraught with peril, as they encountered treacherous terrain and encountered dangerous creatures. Yet, the presence of Leaf, the Child of the Forest, provided them with invaluable guidance.
As they finally arrived at the entrance of the caves, Elaena couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation. The entrance was concealed behind a thick curtain of vines and ancient tree roots, making it almost indistinguishable from the surrounding forest. But Leaf led them unerringly to the hidden passage.
"I sense the ancient magic emanating from within," Elaena said softly, her eyes gleaming with an otherworldly light.
"The spirits of the forest guard this place, and they sense our intentions," replied Leaf.
With a deep breath, Elaena nodded. She knew that entering the sacred caves would be a momentous step on their journey, one that held the key to unlocking the alliance they sought. They had come this far, and there was no turning back now.
With Leaf leading the way, they ventured into the depths of the caves. The air inside was cool and filled with an ancient, earthy scent. As they delved further, the passages became narrower, and the walls seemed to pulse with the life force of the forest.
Elaena's heart pounded in her chest, feeling the weight of history and destiny pressing upon her. She glanced at Benjen, who offered a reassuring smile. The love and support he exuded gave her the strength to keep moving forward.
Finally, they reached a vast chamber, bathed in an ethereal, pale light. The ceiling was adorned with glowing crystals, emitting a soft luminescence that illuminated the space. In the center of the chamber stood the last surviving members of the Children of the Forest.
The Children greeted them with a silent, knowing nod.
Leaf stepped forward and addressed her kin in the ancient language of the forest. Elaena and Benjen stood respectfully, waiting for the exchange to conclude. After a few moments, Leaf turned to Elaena and Benjen.
"They welcome you both," Leaf said, translating the Children's words. "They see the spark of destiny within you, a convergence of forces that may change the course of history once more."
"Remember, Elaena, what you asked me two days ago about a representative of the magic of the Lord of Light?" said Leaf, smiling. "A woman from the far east has also come."
At that moment, a figure emerged from the shadows, her masked face veiled in enigmatic patterns, and her identity remained shrouded in mystery.
"It is an honor to finally meet you, Elaena Targaryen, rider of fire, for dragons are fire made flesh," said the woman in a voice that carried an air of mystique. "My name is Quaithe from Asshai."
"A sorceress from Asshai," Elaena thought, astonished.
Quaithe continued speaking, "For seven years, ever since we heard about the reappearance of Valyria, I have sought a way to speak with one of the lords of air and fire. Though I must admit, I never imagined this encounter would take place in this location."
"The honor is mine, Quaithe," replied Elaena diplomatically, while thinking, "This woman is powerful, with magic that is different from that of Valyria and also distinct from the magic of Westeros."
"Allow me to introduce my husband," Elaena said as she noticed Benjen arriving at her side. "Benjen Stark of House Stark."
Benjen stepped forward, extending a formal greeting. "It is an honor to meet you, Quaithe," he said with a respectful nod.
"Fascinating," she remarked, her voice carrying a hint of intrigue. "A Dragoness with the power of fire and a skinchanger from the North," her enigmatic eyes fixed on both of them. Then, with a graceful motion, she removed her mask, unveiling a beautiful woman with flowing red hair.
Quaithe turned to Leaf and said, "Usually, I would keep the mask on my face, but I stand in a sacred place that, while not belonging to my God, deserves my respect for these ancient gods of the forest."
Leaf acknowledged her gesture with a nod. After a brief pause, once she observed that everyone had settled into their assigned places, she spoke to the assembled group.
"All gathered here are aware of the purpose of our meeting."
"To renew an ancient alliance and stand as warriors for the reborn Azor Ahai," Quaithe responded.
Leaf nodded respectfully and was about to continue, but her keen perception picked up on the subtle signs of fatigue on the faces of Benjen and Elaena. They had endured treacherous terrain and faced perilous challenges during their journey. Understanding the importance of their well-being for the sacred ceremony, she gently addressed them
"I sense the weariness," Leaf said, her wise eyes surveying Elaena and Benjen. "A day of rest would rejuvenate your energies and allow you to approach the ceremony with renewed strength."
Elaena exchanged a knowing look with Benjen, who wore a similar expression of fatigue. Leaf's suggestion resonated with them, understanding the importance of being at their best for the sacred ceremony.
"With gratitude, we accept your wise counsel, Leaf," Elaena said, her voice filled with appreciation. "A day of rest will allow us to prepare ourselves fully for the ceremony."
Leaf smiled warmly, her eyes conveying understanding and support. "Rest well, for tomorrow's ceremony will be a significant moment for us all," she said.
The participants dispersed to their respective quarters, and Elaena and Benjen took the time to recuperate from their journey. As they rested, they contemplated the importance of the upcoming event and the destiny that awaited them.
One day later
One day later, they gathered once again in the sacred chamber for the long-awaited magical ceremony. The atmosphere crackled with anticipation, and an air of mystique enveloped the room. As they entered, their faces showed signs of rejuvenation, and the weariness from their journey had faded, replaced by a renewed sense of purpose and determination.
Elaena stood among them, her heart pounding with excitement and resolve. This was the moment they had prepared for, the culmination of their quest. As she stepped forward, her presence radiated the conviction of her faith.
"I stand here as a representative of Valyria, a devoted follower of the gods of my people," Elaena proclaimed. "I am ready to fulfill my part in this alliance, to unite our magics in the fight against the darkness."
The Children of the Forest nodded in approval, recognizing the strength of her resolve. Then, it was Benjen's turn to step forward.
"I, too, stand here as a representative of the First Men, a devout follower of the ancient gods of the forest," Benjen declared with pride. "I will use my strength and courage to defend the realms of men and honor the alliance between our people."
The Children's wise eyes bore into him, acknowledging the depth of his commitment. The bond between the different followers of the gods was about to be reforged, a testament to the harmony and unity they sought to achieve.
"I stand here as a representative of the people of Asshai and the shadowlands, a devoted follower of the Lord of Light," Quaithe stated with conviction. "I come to fulfill my part in this alliance, to lend my powers to the fight against the encroaching darkness."
As she spoke, her enigmatic presence seemed to exude an aura of divine purpose, and the others recognized her as a powerful ally in their shared cause.
Finally, Leaf stepped forward, completing the group. "As a Child of the Forest, I shall channel the magic of the gods of the forest, weaving our powers together to create a force that will stand against the darkness," she said, her voice carrying the weight of ancient wisdom.
With a graceful gesture, Leaf brought forth an ornate urn, its surface adorned with intricate patterns that seemed to pulse with magic. "To seal this sacred alliance, I call upon each of you to offer a token of your devotion," Leaf announced.
First, it was Benjen's turn. As he pricked his finger, and a drop of blood fell into the urn, mingling with the ancient symbols, suddenly the room was filled with the haunting howl of a direwolf, and the scent of the forest permeated the air.
Next came Quaithe. She, too, offered a drop of her blood, and as it fell into the urn, the chamber was bathed in a luminous glow, as if touched by the divine light of R'hllor. The symbols on the urn seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly radiance, and an ethereal warmth filled the air, signifying the presence of the Lord of Light in their midst.
Then, it was Elaena's turn. With a steady hand, she added her blood to the urn. In that moment, the room was engulfed in the resounding roar of a dragon, and flickers of fire danced in the air. Within the depths of the urn, an ethereal figure of a dragon materialized, its majestic form shimmering with ancient power. The presence of Valyria's gods was undeniable, and it filled the chamber with a sense of awe and reverence.
Finally, it was Leaf's turn. As she approached, the chamber was filled with the scent of fresh rain and the rustling of leaves. With a serene smile, she added her blood to the urn, and a cascade of green tendrils entwined with the symbols, completing the sacred bond.
As the four drops of blood mingled in the urn, a radiant light filled the chamber, and a sense of unity and purpose washed over the participants. The alliance was sealed, bound by the ancient magic and devotion of those who stood together as one.
AFTER THE CEREMONY
The participants gathered to reflect on the profound events that had transpired. Benjen noticed a change in Elaena's appearance and commented, "You look a bit younger, Ely," his tone slightly astonished.
As Elaena was about to respond to Benjen, she noticed Leaf approaching them with a serious expression. "Elaena, Benjen, we must talk," Leaf said, her voice tinged with urgency.
Intrigued, Elaena signaled to Leaf to continue. "Your Valyrian gods spoke to me, Elaena," Leaf continued, her gaze steady. "One, in particular, named Arrax."
"Arrax is the ruler of gods, Leaf. He is the main god in the Valyrian pantheon," Elaena explained, sensing that Leaf was somewhat nervous.
"Your Valyrian gods are formidable, powerful, and also protectors of those they deem as their followers, but they also carry a hint of darkness," Leaf responded.
"The magic in Valyria, especially our blood magic, also carries a tinge of darkness, but darkness doesn't necessarily mean evil," Elaena clarified, hoping to shed light on the true nature of their gods' intentions.
"Arrax wants to send you a message, Elaena, and to you, Benjen Stark," Leaf continued. "From now on, they also consider Benjen as part of their followers due to his marriage to you."
Elaena and Benjen were taken aback by this revelation, but they indicated to Leaf that they wanted to hear more.
"These gods agree that while this war rages on, neither you nor Benjen should leave Westeros, but with certain conditions," Leaf conveyed. "During the duration of the war, time will not affect you or your husband, Elaena. Additionally, Arrax has decided to return your age to the day of the Doom of Valyria, which, for you, would be about seven years ago."
Benjen couldn't help but express his agitation, "What will happen to my beliefs in the ancient gods of the forest? Must I abandon those beliefs?"
"No," Leaf reassured him. "You can continue with your prayers and devotions to your ancient gods, but you will also accompany Elaena and pray with her to the Valyrian gods."
1 day after
Quaithe, Elaena, Benjen, and Leaf gathered in an area within the caves that seemed like a place of meditation, awaiting the next steps of their journey.
"So what happens now?" Quaithe inquired.
Leaf replied, "As I mentioned a few days ago, today marks the beginning of our preparation, during which all of us must enhance our magical abilities. Personally, I will assist Benjen in developing his skills as a skinchanger." Leaf then turned her gaze to Quaithe and Elaena and continued, "I know both of you, Elaena and Quaithe, possess advanced knowledge in your respective areas of magic. Now, it's time for you to explore and learn a different kind of magic—the magic of the forest and ice."
"But will Benjen learn this type of magic too?" Elaena asked, curious.
"Yes, indeed," Leaf replied with a gentle smile. "Among the three of you, Benjen has the most potential for mastering the magic of the forest and ice. As a descendant of the First Men, he already possesses the gift of skinchanging, which is a part of the magic of the forest. However, there is much more for him to discover and learn in this realm."
Two years later 292 AC Castle black (Lord commander private quarter)
"Lady Aelora," Jeor Mormont spoke with a furrowed brow, his concern evident as he observed the assortment of weapons she presented through the enchanted mirror. "Is there any way for these arms not to possess the gleam of Valyrian Steel? If it were discovered what they're made of, more than half of the Night's Watch brothers would desert to sell them."
Mormont understood that having such weapons was a double-edged sword, capable of securing the Watch's survival or sowing discord among the sworn brothers.
"It is possible," Aelora responded calmly. "I will instruct the mages who forged these weapons to cast an additional spell, making them appear as swords of Westerosi steel."
"Thank you, I would be grateful for that," nodded the Lord Commander, satisfied and relieved with Aelora's response.
The conversation continued on various topics, and at one point, the Lord Commander asked, "My lady, it has been two years, and we still have no news about Benjen Stark and Elaena Targaryen. The magic mirror I attempted to use to contact them is not functioning. I fear for their lives."
"They are alive," Aelora assured confidently. "The candle representing Elaena's life continues to burn brightly. I also request, Lord Commander, that as soon as you have any information about them, you inform me, please."
"It shall be done, my Lady," responded Mormont, though a lingering unease about the safety of Benjen and Elaena still persisted within him.
After the conversation with Aelora concluded, Mormont was lost in thought, whispering to himself in an almost prophetic tone, "Valyrian Steel, the difference between life and death."
Four years later 296 AC Valyria
As Ser Jorah Mormont joined the Golden Company, he never expected to learn about their treaty with Valyria. "You must have someone powerful watching your back," Captain-General Harry Strickland cryptically told him when they arrived in Valyria.
Inside one of the massive black towers that had left him in awe, Jorah found himself in a peculiar chamber, filled with an air of mystery and history. Lost in his thoughts, he was captivated by the ancient architecture, until he noticed a woman of noble appearance entering the room. "She must be Lady Aelora Balearys," he thought, immediately kneeling before her.
Aelora smiled and gestured for him to rise. Once they were both seated, she spoke, "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Ser Jorah, the son of Jeor Mormont."
Surprised by her knowledge, Ser Jorah asked with some apprehension, "My lady, how do you know about my father?"
"I have known your father, Jeor Mormont, for some years now," Aelora Balearys said enigmatically. "He has earned my great appreciation during this time."
"The reason for this meeting is that I want to offer you a job. We need someone from Westeros to serve as an advisor to the Targaryen family in matters concerning Westeros, and also as a guardian to some members of the family. If you do this job well, I promise you that when Aegon sits on the Iron Throne, you will be granted a royal pardon, and you can return to Bear Island," Aelora continued.
"In a month, it will be Daenerys Targaryen's name day. I believe it is the appropriate occasion for you to present yourself to the family," Aelora said, briefly glancing at Ser Jorah before continuing, "Viserys already knows about your presence here and agrees that you shall serve the family as an advisor and also as the guardian of the youngest ones, Daenerys and Alyssane. Additionally, Viserys holds your father in high regard."
"During this month, you can think about this proposal," Aelora added.
Ser Jorah felt a mix of surprise and gratitude at the unexpected offer. A chance to return to Westeros with a royal pardon was a prospect he had never dared to dream of.
"Thank you, my lady. I don't need a month to tell you that I accept. I will serve the Targaryen family with honor," Jorah said with determination, then continued, "But if I may, my lady," Aelora indicated for him to continue, "Why me? Surely there have been other candidates before me."
Aelora responded, "Ser Jorah, your military experience precedes you, and you have spent few years in exile, which means you are familiar with the current situation in Westeros. This can be of great help to us. Besides," Aelora paused to observe Jorah with bright eyes, "I hold your father, Lord Commander Jeor Mormont, in high regard."
One month later, on Daenerys' name day in 296 AC, Valyria was abuzz with festivities. Daenerys stood by her family's side, her silver hair cascading down her shoulders, her eyes bright with anticipation. Amidst the Valyrians, she noticed a man who seemed to stand out, his attire reminiscent of that worn by Ser Willem Darry. This led her to speculate that he might be from Westeros, the land of her birth, a place she had been forced to leave behind as a mere baby. Intrigued by the stranger, Daenerys couldn't help but wonder about his origins.
As the time for gift-giving arrived, the man approached Daenerys with a small chest. With a warm smile, he presented it to her, his eyes filled with admiration. "For you, young lady," he said humbly, "a gift from a distant land."
Curiously, Daenerys opened the chest, revealing a collection of beautifully bound books, each one filled with ancient tales and knowledge. They were from the land of Westeros, and as she touched the intricate covers, a rush of emotions washed over her. The mention of Westeros ignited her curiosity about the land that had witnessed her birth.
Her heart fluttered as she thought about the towering castles, the rolling hills, and the vast seas of Westeros. It felt like a place of both wonder and mystery, a place she longed to explore, but one that also held the secrets of her past.
"They're beautiful," Daenerys whispered, her voice tinged with wonder. "Thank you..."
The man smiled warmly at her. "You may call me Ser Jorah, my lady," he replied, his voice carrying a touch of humility.
Daenerys nodded, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Ser Jorah," she said, her voice carrying a hint of shyness
1 year later 297 AC Winterfell
In the silent corridors of Winterfell's crypts, Jon Snow strode with determination, feeling the weight of his decision on his young shoulders. Eddard Stark had summoned him there to discuss an important matter, and Jon knew that whatever was said in that place would shape the course of his life.
As he approached the statue of Lyanna Stark, his father's sister, Jon spotted Eddard standing nearby, his gaze fixed on the stone likeness of his departed kin. The atmosphere in the crypts was solemn and reverent, and Jon approached his father with determination and respect.
"Father," Jon called out, his voice echoing in the chamber. Eddard turned to face him, his eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and resolve.
"Jon," Eddard greeted him, his voice steady. "Thank you for coming."
Jon nodded respectfully. "You summoned me, Father. I'm here to listen."
Eddard sighed, his gaze returning to the statue of Lyanna. "Jon, I've called you here to discuss your desire to join the Night's Watch. I've heard of your intentions, and I want to ensure that you understand the gravity of this decision."
Jon stood tall, meeting his father's gaze. "I've thought long and hard about it, Father. The Night's Watch is where I believe I can find purpose and honor. I want to protect the realm from the threats beyond the Wall."
Eddard nodded, his expression a mix of pride and concern. He knew that Jon's decision was, in part, influenced by the burden of his bastard status, and he felt a great deal of guilt. Eddard pushed those thoughts aside and continued, "Jon, joining the Night's Watch is not a decision to be taken lightly. It means leaving behind everything you've known, forsaking your family. It is a life of sacrifice and hardship."
Jon's determination did not waver. "I am aware, Father. I understand the vows, the duty, and the dangers that await me. But I believe it is my path, my chance to make a difference."
Eddard placed a hand on Jon's shoulder, his voice filled with a father's love and wisdom. "Jon, you are still young, with much to learn and experience. Before you make this commitment, I want you to have all the information you need. Yoren, a member of the Night's Watch, is traveling from King's Landing to the Wall with new recruits. He plans to pass through Winterfell in approximately two months. Take this time to think about what you really want, and when Yoren arrives in Winterfell, you can speak to him, ask him questions, and hear his stories to better understand the realities of life on the Wall."
Jon nodded, appreciating his father's guidance. "Thank you, Father. I will take this opportunity to gather more information and seek clarity. I promise to make a decision that reflects the honor and values you have instilled in me since I was a young child."
Eddard smiled, a mixture of pride and sadness in his eyes. "Jon, you have the blood of the Starks running through your veins. Your desire for honor and duty is commendable. Whatever path you choose, know that you will always have a place in my heart."
Jon's eyes widened in surprise at his father's words. Being a bastard, he had never thought of himself as a true Stark. The realization that his father considered him a Stark struck him deeply, but he chose to keep his thoughts to himself. Jon's resolve strengthened as he embraced his father's words. "Thank you, Father. I will make you proud."
Jon took a deep breath, gathering his courage before speaking. "Father, there is something else I need to know. Who is my mother?"
Eddard felt a pang of sadness at the question, his guilt resurfacing. He maintained a steady gaze before replying, "Jon, I promise you that the time will come when I will tell you everything about your mother. But now is not the right time. However, you must know that she was a brave and noble woman."
Jon nodded, understanding that his father had his reasons for keeping the secret for now. "I understand, Father. I trust you, and I will patiently await the appropriate moment to learn the truth."
The weight of Jon's unknown parentage hung in the air, mingling with the shadows of the crypts. Their conversation shifted to another topic, and Jon mentioned the disappearance of his uncle Benjen beyond the Wall seven years ago. Eddard's gaze turned somber, his thoughts filled with both sadness and hope.
"Your uncle Benjen was always a bold and adventurous soul," Eddard said, his voice tinged with nostalgia. "Unfortunately, his fate remains a mystery. But we hold on to the hope that he will return one day."
Jon nodded, a mix of sadness for his missing uncle and a growing curiosity about the secrets that lay beyond the Wall. He knew that one day he would follow in his uncle's footsteps and face the dangers that awaited.
Father and son stood there, in the presence of their ancestors, contemplating the weight of the decisions that lay ahead. The crypts of Winterfell held the echoes of the past and the hopes for the future, and within those hallowed halls, Jon would embark on a journey that would test his mettle, shape his character, and forge his Destiny
Two months later winterfell 297 AC
Within the Great Hall, Eddard Stark, meticulously studied maps and reports, his mind heavy with the burden of responsibility. Abruptly, Jory Cassel, one of Eddard's trusted men, approached him.
Eddard glanced up from the maps, meeting Jory's solemn gaze. "What news do you bring, Jory?" he inquired, sensing the gravity of the situation.
Jory cleared his throat, his voice tinged with urgency. "My lord, I bring tidings of Yoren's arrival from the Night's Watch. He and his recruits have reached Winterfell as anticipated."
Eddard nodded, acknowledging the expected arrival of Yoren and the new recruits. Yet, a sense of unease lingered in the air, evident in Jory's demeanor. Eddard intuited there was more to the story.
"You seem troubled, Jory. What else is there?" Eddard probed, concern threading his voice.
Jory hesitated briefly, his gaze shifting uneasily. "Yoren and the recruits did not come alone, my lord," he finally disclosed. "They are accompanied by riders bearing the banners of House Lannister. Tyrion Lannister, the queen's brother, is among them."
Eddard's brow furrowed, a mixture of curiosity and wariness surfacing within him. The unexpected presence of the Lannisters added a layer of complexity, demanding careful navigation.
"Thank you, Jory," Eddard responded, his voice steady. "Summon Jon and have him join me."
Jory's eyes widened in surprise. "Should I inform the other Stark children as well?"
Eddard shook his head. "No, for now, only Jon. There are matters I wish to discuss with him in private."
With a nod, Jory departed to locate Jon, leaving Eddard alone with his thoughts. The arrival of the Lannisters introduced uncertainty, requiring tact and diplomacy in its handling.
Meanwhile, Jory found Jon in the training yard, sparring with Robb, Torrhen, and Theon. He approached them, his voice urgent yet composed.
"Jon, Lord Eddard has requested your immediate presence," Jory relayed, his gaze scanning the surroundings vigilantly.
Jon exchanged a puzzled glance with his companions before setting down his sword. "Thank you, Jory. I will go to him at once."
As Jon made his way to his father's chambers, a mix of anticipation and concern welled within him. What could be so pressing that Eddard desired a private audience?
Upon entering the chamber, Jon found Eddard standing by the window, his gaze fixed upon the courtyard below. Jon approached his father, a questioning look in his eyes.
"You sent for me, Father?" Jon inquired respectfully.
Eddard turned to face him, a blend of concern and determination etched upon his features. "Jon, I have summoned you because Yoren has arrived with the Night's Watch recruits. I want you to accompany me in meeting him. In the days to come, I wish for you to engage with him, to learn about the Night's Watch firsthand and make an informed decision."
"I understand, Father," Jon replied, his resolve firm.
10 minutes later
Eddard and Jon, accompanied by Jory and several guards, made their way toward the outskirts of Winterfell, where Yoren and the unexpected guests awaited. As they approached, Jon could see the banners of House Lannister fluttering in the wind, stark against the snow-covered landscape.
Yoren stepped forward, his expression neutral. "Lord Stark, I bring you greetings from the Night's Watch," he said respectfully. "We have just arrived from a long journey from King's Landing and are already on our way back to Castle Black with the new recruits."
"The members of the Night's Watch are always welcome in Winterfell," Benjen replied with kindness, though a hint of coldness in his voice as he observed the Lannister banners in the background.
Yoren, sensing the tension, continued, "But I must inform you that our journey has not been without company. We are accompanied by riders bearing the banners of House Lannister. Tyrion Lannister wishes to speak with you."
Eddard's gaze met Tyrion's as the dwarf stood among his escorts, a sly smile playing upon his lips. The situation was fraught with uncertainty, and Eddard knew that every word and action would shape the future of his house and the realm.
"Lord Eddard Stark," greeted Tyrion Lannister, who had approached them on a small horse tailored to his physical condition. His tone was laced with courtesy and respect. "I bring you warm regards from Casterly Rock."
Eddard acknowledged the greeting with a nod of his own, meeting Tyrion's eyes. Despite the tension in the air, there was a flicker of understanding between the two lords.
"I must admit, Lord Stark, that you must be surprised by this unusual visit of mine here in the North. My true purpose is to visit Castle Black and witness the majesty of the Wall," Tyrion confessed, his voice tinged with a sense of adventure. "The Wall has always fascinated me, and I yearn to see it with my own eyes. However, the journey is long and arduous. I sought your hospitality, and Winterfell provides the perfect sanctuary for me to rest and prepare before continuing our path."
A sense of relief washed over Eddard upon hearing Tyrion's words, and he responded, "Very well, I welcome you to Winterfell, Lord Tyrion." Eddard's voice carried a measured warmth. "You and your companions are invited to rest and recuperate here before continuing your journey to the Wall."
Tyrion's face brightened with gratitude. "Your generosity is greatly appreciated, Lord Stark. The journey has been long, and the sight of Winterfell is a welcomed respite." Turning to Jory, Eddard ordered, "Escort Lord Tyrion and Yoren to the Great Hall. Make sure suitable accommodations are prepared for them."
As Eddard and Tyrion exchanged pleasantries, Eddard motioned for Jon to approach. In that moment, Tyrion's thoughts raced, "That must be Eddard's bastard, according to what Yoren informed me. He intends to join the Night's Watch."
One day later. Winterfell
Tyrion ambled through the Winterfell courtyard, his keen eyes scanning the surroundings for a moment's respite from the bustling Great Hall. Unexpectedly, he stumbled upon Jon Snow, diligently training with his sword in a secluded corner.
"Jon Snow, the ever-dutiful warrior," Tyrion remarked with a wry smile as he leaned against a nearby wall. "Training diligently, I see."
Jon turned, momentarily surprised by Tyrion's presence. Sheathing his sword, he wiped the sweat from his brow. "Lord Tyrion," Jon greeted, his voice tinged with skepticism. "What brings you out here? I would have thought the Great Hall would be more to your liking."
Tyrion chuckled softly, a hint of self-deprecation in his tone. "Ah, the Great Hall is indeed magnificent, but sometimes one craves solitude away from the prying eyes and endless chatter," he replied, his gaze drifting to Jon's sword. "Besides, it's always intriguing to observe a skilled swordsman in practice."
Jon's skepticism softened as he sensed a genuine interest in Tyrion's words. "Thank you, my lord. I've been honing my skills in preparation for what lies beyond Winterfell."
Tyrion's expression turned serious. "The Night's Watch," he mused, caution lacing his words. "Do you truly understand what you're signing up for, Jon? It's not the honorable institution it once was. Filled with criminals and misfits, the idealistic tales of old have given way to a harsh reality."
Jon's face hardened, meeting Tyrion's gaze squarely. "With all due respect, Lord Tyrion, I don't believe you can understand what it's like to be a bastard," Jon retorted, bitterness edging his voice. "The Night's Watch may not be glamorous, but it offers a chance for those like me to find purpose and honor beyond the stigma of our birth."
Tyrion's eyes softened with empathy. "You're right, Jon Snow," he conceded, his voice gentle. "I may not grasp the specific challenges you've faced, but I know what it's like to be scorned and dismissed for who I am."
A moment of understanding passed between them, two souls touched by the sting of judgment. Tyrion continued, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "Tywin, my father, looks at me as if I'm a stain on the Lannister name, despite being his son. In his eyes, being a dwarf is a mark of shame."
Jon's gaze softened, sympathy flickering across his features. "I didn't mean to imply you wouldn't understand, Lord Tyrion. Being a bastard is a constant reminder of being an outsider, always on the fringes."
Tyrion nodded, appreciating Jon's acknowledgment. "I understand why joining the Night's Watch holds such allure for you, seeking a place to belong and prove your worth," he said, sadness coloring his tone. "Just remember, Jon, not everyone within the Night's Watch shares your noble intentions. Keep your eyes open and your instincts sharp. The path ahead may be darker and more treacherous than you can imagine."
Jon's expression hardened, determination gleaming in his eyes. "Thank you for your counsel, Lord Tyrion. I will heed your words and remain vigilant."
Tyrion pushed himself off the wall, a faint smile playing on his lips. "I have no doubt you will, Jon Snow. You possess the resilience and strength to navigate the complexities of the world."
Five days later winterfell
Robb
Jon found Robb in the training yard, his sword glinting in the sunlight as he practiced his forms. Approaching his older brother, Jon's expression conveyed both fondness and sadness.
"Robb," Jon called out, interrupting his training. Robb turned, a slight frown creasing his brow. "I wanted to bid you farewell. My time has come to join the Night's Watch."
Robb's countenance softened, understanding the weight of Jon's decision. Sheathing his sword, he walked toward Jon and clasped his shoulder tightly.
"Jon, you need not depart," Robb implored, his voice tinged with concern. "There's still much we could accomplish together."
Jon smiled wistfully, acknowledging Robb's sentiment. "I know, Robb, but this path beckons me. I must find my purpose in this world."
Standing amidst the training yard, a flood of memories from their youth enveloped them. Jon reminisced about the countless hours spent honing their swordsmanship, with Robb always surpassing him. Yet, Jon persisted, unwavering in his determination to improve.
"I shall miss our sparring sessions," Jon confessed, nostalgia coloring his tone.
Robb grinned, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "And I shall miss demonstrating my prowess," he teased.
Their laughter resonated through the courtyard. "You will now have to train others," Jon remarked. "Ensure they match the skills of the esteemed Robb Stark."
Robb's smile faded, replaced by a solemn expression. "Are you certain about this, Jon? The Night's Watch is a harsh existence, with no recourse once you take the black."
"I am resolute," Jon affirmed, his voice unwavering. "I aspire to safeguard the realm from the perils beyond the Wall. It is my calling."
Robb nodded, a blend of pride and sorrow in his gaze. "Then embark on your destined path, brother," he declared. "And know that I shall forever hold you in esteem."
They embraced, the unspoken bond between them palpable. Jon felt a pang of sorrow as they parted, cognizant that this might be their final farewell for some time.
"I shall correspond with you, Robb," Jon pledged. "And one day, I shall return to Winterfell, I swear it."
Robb nodded, determination etched on his features. "We shall eagerly await your return," he affirmed.
With a final nod, Jon turned and strode away, his heart heavy with both sorrow and anticipation. He understood that his journey to the Wall would be fraught with trials and uncertainties, yet he remained steadfast in his conviction that he was making the right choice.
Arya
Jon found Arya nestled in the quiet embrace of the Godswood, her slender form nearly hidden among the ancient trees. His footsteps softened by the cushion of fallen leaves, he approached her with a sense of solemnity.
"Arya," Jon called out softly, his voice a gentle melody in the serene surroundings. Arya turned, her eyes alight with a mixture of excitement and apprehension at the sight of her beloved half-brother.
"Jon!" Arya exclaimed, her voice ringing with both joy and sorrow as she threw herself into his arms. "Is it true? Are you really leaving us, like Father said?"
Jon returned her embrace, holding her close as if trying to etch the moment into his memory forever. "Yes, Arya. I'm joining the Night's Watch," he confirmed, his tone tender yet resolute. "But fear not, little sister. I promise to return and regale you with tales of my adventures beyond the Wall."
Tears welled in Arya's eyes, threatening to spill over as she clung to him desperately. "You must promise me, Jon," she implored, her voice quivering with emotion.
"I promise," Jon vowed, his voice steady and unwavering. "We will see each other again, Arya. Until then, hold fast to your courage and resilience."
As they reluctantly parted, Jon reached into the folds of his cloak and retrieved a small bundle wrapped in coarse fabric. "I have something for you," he said, presenting it to her with a solemn expression.
Arya's curiosity piqued, she eagerly unwrapped the package to reveal a finely crafted dagger nestled within. Her eyes widened in astonishment as she gingerly traced the intricate designs adorning its hilt.
"A dagger?" Arya breathed, her wonder evident in her voice.
Jon smiled softly, knowing the significance of the weapon in Arya's eyes. "It's more than just a dagger, Arya. It's a symbol of your strength and resilience," he explained gently. "I had it forged especially for you."
Arya's gaze gleamed with determination as she met Jon's eyes. "I shall name it Needle," she declared, her voice filled with conviction.
Jon nodded in approval. "A fitting name for a blade as sharp and swift as you are," he agreed.
"Train with it diligently," Jon instructed, his tone firm but encouraging. "Arya, a weapon is only as effective as the skill of its wielder. Hone your craft, and you shall become a force to be reckoned with."
Arya nodded solemnly, cradling Needle in her hands. "I will make you proud, Jon. I'll become a warrior worthy of Winterfell."
As the day waned and the shadows lengthened, Jon and Arya lingered in the tranquil embrace of the Godswood, sharing laughter and memories amidst the ancient trees. Yet, as the time drew near for Jon to depart, Arya clung to him fiercely, her heart heavy with the weight of impending separation.
"Promise me, Jon," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I promise," Jon replied, his voice a soothing balm in the gathering dusk. "We will meet again, Arya. Until then, stay strong and true to yourself."
With one final embrace, Jon turned and began his journey towards the unknown, leaving Arya standing amidst the whispering leaves, her resolve steeled and her spirit ablaze with determination.
Brandon
Jon sought out Brandon in the courtyard, where he often found solace in the company of his little brother. Spotting Brandon sitting on a bench with his legs dangling over the edge, Jon approached him with a mix of affection and concern.
"Brandon," Jon called out, his voice carrying a warmth that mirrored his fondness for his brother. Brandon turned, his face brightening at the sight of Jon's familiar figure.
"Jon!" Brandon exclaimed, leaping off the bench and rushing toward him. "Are you truly leaving? Will you come back?"
As Jon knelt down in front of Brandon, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness at the thought of parting ways. Placing a reassuring hand on Brandon's shoulder, he met his brother's gaze with sincerity.
"I am, little brother. But I promise I'll return to visit. We'll have countless tales to share of my adventures," Jon assured him, his smile genuine and comforting.
Brandon nodded eagerly, his youthful determination shining through. "I'll be eagerly awaiting your return, Jon. And when you're back, we'll have the grandest of adventures together."
Recalling Brandon's penchant for climbing, Jon's smile softened. "But promise me, Brandon, that you'll exercise caution in your climbs. Remember the time you attempted to scale the broken tower in Winterfell? Father was beside himself with worry."
Brandon chuckled sheepishly, the memory surfacing with amusement. "I couldn't resist. That tower seemed like the greatest challenge!"
Sharing in Brandon's laughter, Jon emphasized the importance of safety. "I understand your spirit, but please, promise me you'll tread carefully. Climbing can be perilous."
With a solemn nod, Brandon pledged, "I promise, Jon. I'll be cautious."
Ruffling Brandon's hair affectionately, Jon couldn't help but feel a swell of pride for his adventurous brother. "That's my little explorer. Take care, Brandon, and know that I'll always hold you close in my thoughts."
Brandon enveloped Jon in a tight embrace, his voice soft with emotion. "I'll miss you dearly, Jon. But I have faith that you'll achieve great things at the Wall."
Returning the embrace with equal warmth, Jon whispered, "Thank you, Brandon. I'll endeavor to make you proud, I promise. Farewell, little brother, until we meet again."
Torrhen
Jon entered the library, where the scent of old parchment and ink enveloped him. He found Torrhen immersed in a thick volume, his fingers delicately tracing the words on the aged pages.
"Torrhen," Jon called out softly, drawing near. Torrhen looked up, surprise flickering across his features at the unexpected interruption.
"Jon! What brings you here?" Torrhen inquired, closing the book and setting it back onto the shelf.
"I came to bid you farewell, brother," Jon replied, a hint of wistfulness in his tone. "I've decided to join the Night's Watch."
Torrhen's gaze softened, understanding dawning in his eyes. "I had a feeling you might," he murmured. "Your sense of adventure and duty has always been strong."
Jon nodded, appreciating Torrhen's insight. "I need to discover my purpose and make a difference," he explained. "The Night's Watch is where I believe I belong."
Torrhen sighed, his concern mingled with unwavering support. "Promise me you'll take care," he implored earnestly. "And remember, I'm here for you whenever you need, brother."
A warm smile graced Jon's lips, touched by Torrhen's steadfast loyalty. "Thank you, Torrhen. Your faith in me means everything. I'll strive to make you proud, I swear it."
Rickon
Jon entered the nursery, where Rickon, their youngest brother, lay peacefully in his crib. Approaching softly, a mixture of affection and sadness washed over him.
"Rickon," Jon whispered, his voice gentle as he reached down to stroke Rickon's soft cheek, careful not to disturb his slumber. "I'm leaving, little brother. But don't worry, I'll always be watching over you."
Rickon stirred slightly, a sleepy smile tugging at his lips. Jon's heart swelled with love as he watched his baby brother, still innocent and untouched by the struggles of the world.
"Grow strong and brave, Rickon. Protect our home, and remember that Winterfell will always be your sanctuary," Jon whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of hope and longing.
As Jon turned to leave, he cast one last glance at Rickon, etching the image of his peaceful face in his memory. With a heavy heart, he stepped away, knowing that his departure would leave an indelible mark on the Stark family.
Sansa
Jon entered Sansa's chamber, where she sat by the window, gazing out thoughtfully. A sense of sadness and nostalgia washed over him as he approached her.
"Sansa," Jon said softly, taking a seat beside her. "I will soon depart for the Wall."
Sansa turned to look at him, her composure steady and poised. "I know," she replied calmly.
Jon found himself at a loss for the right words, wishing he could bridge the gap between them.
"I wish things were different," Jon admitted, finally breaking the silence. "I wish we were closer, like the Stark siblings in the stories."
Sansa nodded, her eyes flickering with emotion. "I wish the same, Jon," she whispered. "But we are who we are, and our paths have led us in different directions."
Jon reached out and gently touched her hand. "You'll always be my sister, Sansa. And I'll be here for you, no matter what."
Sansa offered him a small smile, her hand holding onto his. "Thank you, Jon. And I'll always remember you, even if our paths never cross again."
They sat in silence for a moment, a mix of emotions hanging in the air between them. Though they weren't as close as Jon had hoped, there was a bond that tied them together as family.
As Jon rose to leave, he noticed Sansa's eyes glistening with unshed tears. Without a word, he leaned in and embraced her tenderly. Sansa held onto him for a brief moment, seeking solace in the warmth of that embrace.
"Take care, Jon," she said, her voice slightly trembling.
Jon held her tightly, feeling his heart squeeze with the weight of parting. "You too, Sansa. Stay strong and never forget who you are."
With one last look, Jon stepped out of the chamber, leaving Sansa standing there, her emotions contained until she was alone. As he closed the door behind, Sansa was left to wrestle with her emotions. She stood there, trying to maintain her composure, but the floodgates of her heart had been opened.
The tears she had been holding back finally spilled over, rolling down her cheeks one by one. The weight of Jon's impending departure, the realization that he would soon be gone, and the complexity of their relationship overwhelmed her.
Sansa walked slowly towards her bed, sitting down with a soft thud. She buried her face in her hands, allowing herself to release the sorrow she had been hiding. Memories of their shared moments, of Jon's kindness and protection, of the bond they had as siblings, flooded her mind.
"I'll miss you, Jon," she whispered to the empty room, her voice trembling with emotion. "I'll miss you more than words can say."
Her tears continued to flow, a mixture of love, longing, and regret. She had hoped that their parting would be different, that somehow, they would find a way to bridge the gap between them. But the reality of their circumstances was undeniable.
Sansa knew that Jon's destiny lay with the Night's Watch, just as her own future was bound to the life of a noble lady. Their paths were destined to diverge, and there was little she could do to change it.
She wiped her tears with the back of her hand, trying to regain her composure. Sansa knew she had to be strong, just as she had been taught as a lady of Winterfell. But in this private moment of vulnerability, she allowed herself to feel the pain of their parting.
"Take care, Jon," she whispered into the silence. "And may the gods watch over you, always."
One week later- Kingsroad 297 AC
A week had passed since Jon's departure from Winterfell with Yoren and the recruits. They rode through the snowy landscape, their journey taking them closer to the Wall with every passing day. Jon had adapted to the rhythm of life on the road, forging friendships with some of the recruits and learning the ways of the Night's Watch.
One evening, as they made camp near a small village, Jon found himself deep in conversation with Yoren. The fire crackled, casting dancing shadows on their faces.
"Yoren, can I ask you something?" Jon said, his voice filled with curiosity.
Yoren nodded, a glint of wisdom in his eyes. "Of course, lad. What's on your mind?"
Jon hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Did you... did you know my uncle, Benjen Stark?" he asked.
Yoren's expression turned solemn, and he nodded slowly. "Aye, I knew him," he replied. "Only for a short while, mind you. He had joined the Night's Watch not long before he disappeared."
Jon's heart quickened. "What was he like?" he inquired, eager to learn more about the uncle he barely remembered.
Yoren leaned back against a log, his weathered face reflecting the flickering flames. "Benjen was a good man," he began. "In the few months that I knew him, he was brave and honorable, just like his brother Eddard. He had a strong sense of duty and was dedicated to protecting the realm from the dangers beyond the Wall."
Jon's gaze was fixed on the dancing flames, his thoughts drifting to the uncle he barely knew. "Why did he join the Night's Watch?" he asked.
Yoren sighed. "Only Benjen truly knew his reasons," he said. "Some said he sought adventure, while others believed he wanted to escape the burdens of his noble birthright."
Jon nodded, absorbing Yoren's words. "I wish I had the chance to know him," he confessed quietly.
Jon's gaze shifted to the distant horizon, where the Wall loomed in the darkness, shrouded in mystery. "Do you think he's still alive?" he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
Yoren's expression turned grave. "It's hard to say, lad," he replied. "Lord Commander Mormont has been tight-lipped about Benjen's fate, and there are whispers among some of the brothers that he embarked on a secret mission beyond the Wall."
Jon's eyes widened at the mention of the secret mission. "Beyond the Wall? What could he be doing there?" he wondered aloud.
Yoren shook his head. "I wish I knew, but such matters are above my station," he said. "All we can do is hope for the best and trust that your uncle knew what he was doing."
As the night wore on, Jon and Yoren continued to talk, and Jon couldn't help but feel a mixture of pride and uncertainty about the path he had chosen. The mysteries of the Night's Watch and the fate of his uncle Benjen were intertwined, and Jon knew that he was stepping into a world filled with danger and intrigue.
One Month later (The wall) 297 AC
A month had passed since Jon's arrival at Castle Black, and he found himself standing atop the Wall with Tyrion Lannister. The cold wind whipped around them, and the vast expanse of the haunted forest lay before their eyes, stretching out like a sea of darkness.
Tyrion couldn't deny the awe and trepidation that washed over him as he beheld the vast forest beyond the Wall. His skepticism towards magic and mythical creatures, which had already diminished somewhat fourteen years ago when he heard the news of Valyria's reappearance, intensified here in the face of the eerie beauty and the unknown dangers that lurked within those ancient woods.
"This is quite the sight," Tyrion remarked, his voice tinged with a mix of fascination and unease. "I've always been a man of reason, but there's something undeniably mystical about this place."
Jon nodded, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon. "It's both beautiful and terrifying," he replied. "I've spent my whole life in the North, yet beyond the Wall, everything feels different. The world seems larger, and the dangers more real."
Tyrion observed Jon closely, having noticed his idealism in previous conversations they had shared. He sensed a certain degree of disillusionment in the young man's words. Jon's expectations of the Night's Watch and the reality of their situation seemed to be misaligned, and standing atop the Wall only emphasized this disparity.
"The Night's Watch is not what you expected, is it?" Tyrion inquired gently.
Jon sighed, his breath forming a mist in the cold air. "I thought it would be... different," he admitted. "I imagined a brotherhood united in purpose, defending the realm from the terrors beyond the Wall. But it's not like that. There's discord, ambition, and some brothers here are no better than common criminals."
Tyrion nodded sympathetically. "Life is rarely as romantic as the songs and stories make it out to be," he said. "The Night's Watch is no exception. It's a harsh and unforgiving existence, but it serves a vital purpose."
Jon looked at Tyrion, his eyes reflecting a mix of determination and uncertainty. "I know it serves a purpose, and I'm committed to my vows," he said firmly. "But sometimes, I wonder what lies beyond the Wall, what secrets and dangers are hidden in that vast wilderness."
Tyrion patted Jon's shoulder reassuringly. "Perhaps that's the adventurer in you speaking," he remarked. "Curiosity is a double-edged sword, my friend. It can lead you to great discoveries, but it can also expose you to untold dangers."
As they continued to contemplate the haunted forest and the mysteries beyond the Wall, Tyrion couldn't help but see a glimmer of his own curiosity and thirst for knowledge in Jon. Despite their different backgrounds and stations in life, they shared a common trait—the desire to seek answers to the unknown.
"Remember, Jon, every choice we make has consequences," Tyrion said sagely. "The Night's Watch may not be what you expected, but it is an honorable path. Embrace it, learn from it, and one day, you may find the answers you seek."
Jon nodded, a sense of resolve returning to his features. "You're right, Tyrion," he said. "I may not know what lies beyond the Wall, but I will face it with courage and honor. I will make my own path and uncover the truth, no matter what challenges may come."
One year later 298 AC Beyond the wall
Elaena Targaryen observed her husband, Benjen, walking proudly beside her with adoration, and she couldn't help but think, "How you have evolved over these years, Ben."
As they walked, Elaena reminisced about the past eight years they had spent living in those magical caves with the Children of the Forest. She recalled Leaf's words from a few months ago, when she had informed them that the Others had awoken from their millennia-long slumber and that it was time for Benjen, Elaena, and Quaithe to return south of the Wall and prepare for the resistance.
Lost in her thoughts, Elaena snapped back to reality when she heard Benjen say, "The Wall," pointing out with joy.
As they approached, Elaena and Benjen noticed Lord Commander Mormont standing beside the Gate, accompanied by a young boy of about fourteen or fifteen years old.
Elaena couldn't help but feel a rush of emotions at the sight of the boy. "The son of Rhaegar and Lyanna," she thought, unable to take her eyes off him. He bore a striking resemblance to her beloved Ben.
"Ben, please, I beg you not to mention my surname for now," Elaena pleaded with Benjen, who nodded in agreement.
"Seven hells, what godly magic has intervened here? Benjen Stark hasn't aged, and Elaena seems to have rejuvenated a few years," Jeor Mormont thought as he observed Benjen and Elaena approaching.
Once they were face to face, Benjen was the first to speak, a warm smile lighting up his face. "Lord Commander Mormont, it is good to see you after all these eight years."
Mormont's eyes softened as he returned the smile. "Indeed, Benjen. I must say, you and Elaena have changed in ways I can hardly fathom. Your training beyond the Wall must have been remarkable."
Jon Snow, who stood by Mormont's side, the mention of Benjen's training piqued his curiosity. "Training?" Jon thought with bewilderment. "I thought he was lost, and everyone in Winterfell had the same impression. And who is this woman, Elaena, who accompanies my uncle? Her appearance resembles those from Lys, like the family living in Mole's Town."
Mormont continued, "Benjen, Elaena, there will be more time to catch up later. I see that you both must be tired and in need of rest."
"At that moment, Mormont briefly glanced at Jon Snow, who stood by his side, then turned back to address Benjen directly. 'Before you retire to rest, Benjen, there's something you should know. Last year, a relative of yours decided to join the service of the Night's Watch, and in the time he's been here, he has shown promise. A resilient spirit, much like his father. And that relative of yours is here with me—your nephew, Jon Snow.'"
"J... Jon," Ealena heard Benjen say nervously.
"Uncle Benjen," Jon said, somewhat incredulously.
Elaena observed as Benjen and Jon embraced, a tear running down her cheek.
After the embrace between Benjen and Jon Snow, Jon's eyes were wide with astonishment. "Uncle Benjen, it's been years since anyone in Winterfell had news of you. We thought you were lost beyond the Wall."
Benjen smiled warmly at his nephew. "I've been living beyond the Wall, Jon, but I wasn't lost. I was on a mission," he said, choosing not to reveal all the details just yet. "Living beyond the Wall all this time has been quite an experience."
Jon nodded, understanding the need for secrecy. "I'm glad you're back, Uncle Benjen."
"I'm glad too, Jon," Benjen replied, his eyes conveying unspoken stories of his time away.
As Jon stood there, he noticed that Elena, the mysterious woman accompanying Benjen but who had kept her distance, had approached and positioned herself at Benjen's side. Her eyes sparkled with interest as she looked at him, intriguing him. Jon couldn't help but notice how her eyes lit up when she saw him
Benjen noticed Jon's curiosity and introduced the woman with a gentle smile. "Jon, this is Elaena," he said warmly. "She's my wife and has been my companion on this journey. I thought it was time for you two to meet."
Jon greeted her politely. "It's nice to meet you Aunt Elaena."
"The pleasure is mine, Jon," Elaena replied with a soft tone, her eyes shining with a mysterious warmth. "Benjen has told me so much about you."
Jon felt a sense of connection with Elaena, even though he couldn't put his finger on why. Her presence was enigmatic, and he sensed that there was much more to her than met the eye.
"We have many stories to share with you, Jon, but for now, let's enjoy this reunion," Benjen said, bringing the attention back to their gathering.
Jon agreed, feeling a mixture of excitement and curiosity about the adventures that his uncle and Elaena had experienced beyond the Wall. He looked forward to learning more about their journeys and the mysteries that surrounded them. For now, he would cherish the reunion.
As Jon walked away with Lord Commander Mormont, Elaena, who had been holding back her emotions until that moment, said, "Ben, my love, we need to talk."
Benjen looked at her with concern, his eyes reflecting the love he felt for her. "Of course, Ely. What's on your mind?"