1 Jon Snow's Debut
"The night is long and the days are short. A true born son of two worlds collided never meant to be and scorned for his coming. Life tells our stories and our deaths keep our secrets. With the bringing of a new age, one filled with magic, deceit and treachery, only the strong and wicked can survive this coming wrath. Only the few will be able to carry on the stories of the many.
Two lives forced into one, one dragon, and one wolf. Like the great tales of old, heroes rise up to fight for what they believe is right. The same is true for the villians that are birthed into this world. Can the small pup of a wolf grow into the beast of the night. Can the young wyrm of a dragon grow his wings and soar the skies like never before. Can our prayers be heard and our lives redeemed.``
Darkness, darkness, and more darkness is all I can see. A small flame flickering in the distance, never closing the gap. Never disappearing from my view. The howling, distant and faint but ever growing closer as the time passes me by. I can feel it, the beating of my heart is growing louder and louder from nothing to thunder.
In a flash of light from the flame in the distance, I'm thrusted forward against my will, against my choice. My voice was never heard, never remembered, but now I scream out in pain. Flashing of lights and blurry moving objects cover my sight. I feel disoriented and sick, but the joy that I feel can't even be expressed. A cry escapes my lips as I try to yell out in happiness but I don't care.
The small baby is passed from one woman to another laying down. Her long beautiful hair cascading down her face in a messy fashion, the tears on her face dried as the color in her face was gone. Her smile is still holding warmth like no other when she looks down at her child. Warmth stronger than the flame he saw could ever be yet so similar in a way. Warmth he only saw for a minute before a man rushed into the room.
The words they spoke of no recognition to the boy, as he looked back and forth slowly becoming more and more tired. Closing his eyes, he opened them to see the man holding him with tears in his eyes and a hint of regret. The baby placed his small hand up and rested it on his face trying to see him clearly, before closing his eyes again. Eddard Stark remembered this moment only for the plain reason that what the boy had done was nothing he could ever forget.
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Aegon Targaryen (Jon Snow)
Age: 0
Diplomacy: 5+3
Martial: 5
Stewardship: 5
Intrigue: 5
Learning: 5
Prowess: 23(12)
Traits: Beautiful, Genius, Strong, Giant, Pure Blooded, Fecund, Herculean, Divine Blood, Dragon Dreams
Titles: The Chosen One
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Five years passed in a flurry of motions and events. The shifting of power from the powerful Targaryans to the mighty stag on the Iron Throne opened many vacant holes of power. A few snatched up in a hurry by the opportunistic and daring while some left untouched in fear or lack of resources to cover the vast treasurers. Jon was a fast learner and a lively lad for his age, just days away in age from each other; Robb and him were close as can be and always together. Though the difference in the way Lady Catelyn Stark treated the two was as plain as can be seen. Even with the deterrent, Jon still cared for his family here even when his heart burned with passion and longing.
One day as Jon was in the godswoods early in the morning before most would even be awake, searching not for a material possession but for something his soul just seemed to yearn for. The faces on the trees were ever watching his movements as he searched and looked back and forth. As Jon was walking, losing his track of time, he tripped over a stump landing hard onto the base of one of the trees, opening a nasty wound on his face and down his cheek. Blood dripped down into the roots saturating and feeding the trees around, just as his consciousness started to fade out. A screen with only one sentence being the last thing he saw. "Quest Unlocked- Master a weapon of your choice and start down your path as one of the chosen."
Blurry images passed by his vision till his eyes focused and he could see figures standing at attention before him on separate screens. One holding a giant two handed axe with a skull facemask and two horns jutting out of his helmet going upwards, a muscular body covered in tribal tattoos and ragged clothing and worn down leather armor. One of a knight in full plate armor possibly with an inclined undercoat for extra protection. An intimidating helmet covering the opposition's view of their face. Alongside a giant two handed sword in which he held its handle pointing the sword to the ground.
The last image was of a man dressed in weird armor designs but a mobile set for sure. Another giant sword but this one was thinner and lighter for faster attacks. The oni mask on his face provides unease to any who look his way. As His wooden sandals looked unbalanced, the man surprisingly held his balance with ease. These three figures appeared before him on separate screens with small notes about them next to their persons. Each one was a vanguard, the first was called a raider, the second was a warden, and the third was said to be a kensei.
After deliberating over each one with careful observation, the fastest was the kensei while the strongest was the raider and the warden was in between each. Soon after when he accidentally touched one of the screens while looking the figures over, It asked if he confirmed which he said no subconsciously. After trying again, Jon learned that he could choose one so he chose the warden mainly for the fact that the raider looked more like a wildling and the kensei was foreign to him beyond his understanding. A bright light shone and as Jon awoke in the Godswood's with dried blood on his face and in his hair, new knowledge also flooded his mind. Knowledge of the way of the sword, tactics, countless battle experience and everything that came with it.
Making his way back, he also noticed another change other than the new knowledge he had, Jon had also grown a few inches in height. Other than that, He now could see a floating cursor which said menu at the top in almost fully translucent lettering. Once saying the word, a screen appeared before him.
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Aegon Targaryen (Jon Snow)
Age: 5
Diplomacy: 11
Martial: 9
Stewardship: 8
Intrigue: 6
Learning: 8
Prowess: 30(15)
Traits: Beautiful, Genius, Strong, Giant, Pure Blooded, Fecund, Herculean, Divine Blood, Dragon Dreams, Curious, Charming, Vanguard(New)
Titles: The Chosen One, Warden(New)
Vanguard-- A warrior who leads the charge in battle, oftentimes the most ferocious and unyielding in battle.
Warden-- A knight known for his skill in swords, combat in general and tactics. A leading force for fellow knights through honor, valor, glory, and skill. Most can't face a warden and come out unscathed, even fewer test their luck still.
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Seeing all of this took Jon more than a few moments to process all of it as it was strange and unlike any magic he has heard of. The words repeat in his mind till he can clasp a grip on his emotions and his thoughts. His mind churning it's gears and cogs till a click was almost verbally heard. After rereading it and verifying the new knowledge and memories in his mind, the conclusion was set. While the cold winds howled and the snow settled onto the ground, Jon smiled and held the wooden sword he always carried with him in his hands.
One swing, two swings, three swings, repetition can only prove to him what had happened as it was clear as day. Each movement of the practice sword was crisp and smooth as the air was disturbed and the snow around him shifted ever so slightly. His breath was hot and winded as his sweat dripped onto the cold snow below him. For as cold as it was, he was still burning up from the intense training he was conducting on himself through the hours of the night. Being a bastard had it's advantages as it would seem as his disappearance made less of a stir than a rat in the grain storage.
Hours went on as his muscles ached and screamed at him till he finally let his wooden sword fall down in front of him as his arms lowered till they were to his sides. Looking to the moon in the sky, he fell to the ground sinking into the snow beneath him to cushion his fall. The coldness comforts and soothes his small body, helping with the soreness and over taxation of his body's physical limits.
"So that's just a portion of who I am now, for what reason the gods have given me this gift, I do not know. Though it does not matter, I'll do whatever I must for myself, my family, and for those who are loyal to me."
That night was important for the Stark household for it was the night that things began to subtly begin to change. Little by little Jon was acting differently everyday, Less as a child of 5 name days and more like someone beyond their years by no small margin. Less did he play and more did he begin to train seriously and even study. The development meant more for Catelyn Stark than anyone else as she was worried that his progress would make Ned acknowledge him. With each day he was being watched and monitored but not just by a jealous wife.
