Where we rest our heads

Jon couldn't tell where he was or how long that he had been there only that it had to be a while because he was stiff, and his joints cracked when he moved fast. Even a majority of his wounds were now nothing but scars the more severe ones being jagged and twisting and the others just patches of pink skin.

An almost perfect dome of rubble seemed to have formed around him some twist of pure luck as he managed to find the handle securing it tightly to his waist sideways.

[Level Up! X5]

[Verse Departure Repaired! Departure expected in one minute]

[You will be deposited back into your original verse for a year to stabilize and come to terms with your new way of life do not waste it]

Jon relaxed back against the stone listening to the notification noise fade away as he felt so many aches and pains that were gradually disappearing trying to figure out how he would integrate back into a world without anything special about it.

[Transferring initiating]

A light enveloped Jon all sense of up and down disappearing momentarily until he found himself hurled out of it rather roughly plowing back first through the side of a wooden cart. Jon groaned lightly as a number of voices chattered around him though it was the notification that appeared that took all the wind out of him.

[Transfer impossible verse doesn't exist]

[Following bond to new home verse]

Figures covered in leather armor appeared around the cart pulling him out of the pieces of wood with no amount of care tossing him onto the ground.

A sword was soon resting against the side of his neck as a man approached carrying himself with an air of confidence.

"Lord Hightower this one suddenly came crashing through the side of the cart."

The name drew no reaction from Jon as he was currently dealing with that connection that he had ever so faintly felt before flaring to life stronger than before so far away that his heart ached.

But Jon knew that the reaction indicated that she was here the woman that he had seen what felt like that other half of him was closer than mere moments ago.

[New Verse selected as Home: House of the Dragon]

Jon got up slowly stretching a little as he practically ignored the sword that was still resting against his throat even standing firm as two men tried to force him to his knees.

Not that they were seeing any progress he was stronger than the average man by a great margin now though he wouldn't be able to tell you how much he could lift at the moment.

"The matter of the cart is no big deal you can release the man it is after all just a few pieces of wood."

"I apologize about that I lost my footing in a side alley."

Jon had realized a while before that he was in what looked like the outskirts of Kings Landing the last place that he honestly wanted to be at all.

Giving a slight bow that hurt his pride more than anything Jon moved around the weapons pointed at him all awaiting the order to strike him down as he left out of the nearest gate.

To say that he was disoriented would be an understatement but a few quick glances once he was out of Kings Landing allowed him to gather himself enough to know he was on the Kings Road.

It was as Jon prepared to start walking down it that the notification came halting him in his tracks.

[Rewards Calculated!]

[Three months of Ration Bars, Infinite Water Canteen, Portable Modular Home]

The last one really caught his eye taking his full attention as Jon began to move down the road a ration bar in one hand and the canteen in the other as he was lost in thought.

Because as much as he would like to rush off after the bond, he had a year to prepare himself before he was tossed back into the fighting for his life not that he probably wouldn't be doing the same here.

[Portable Modular Home]

[This home is currently made of the cheapest materials available to a peasant consisting of wooden walls with a hay and mud roof]

[Upgrade Requirements: 2 tons of stone, Three logs of worth of Fine Wood and a slab of marble]

[Rooms can be added with the appropriate blueprints and materials for expansions currently any upgrades will only affect the central portion]

Jon gave it a once over in his inventory staring at the picture that really did resemble a normal hut there was nothing grand about it or even intricate in its design.

Flexing his fingers to resist the urge to just toss the house out on the side of the road Jon kept moving down the road watching as others walked past him towards Kings Landing only a couple others moving away.

Yet they were all suspicious of each other they never once allowed someone that wasn't a part of the group, they were already with to get closer than ten feet and it seemed only business as usual to them.

Merging with the flow was almost easy to Jon one hand resting on the handle at his waist as he moved along the sound of the wind parting catching his attention as he looked up.

A dragon soared across the sky followed by another that had what appeared to be some armor on it.

They flew low over the road swooping up and over the walls surrounding Kings Landing continuing to fly off towards the palace.

Jon wasn't the only one who had stopped to admire the view, but he was the only one to keep standing there for a few minutes after the dragons had already disappeared from view.

Shaking off all of the distracting thoughts Jon continued his trek down the road walking for what seemed like days as he passed through sections of woods and grasslands.

He hadn't stopped moving ignoring the aches in his legs and the wounds that opened up only to close simply continuing to move towards the northwest.

There was no stopping for him he just simply never intended to stop at all it was only as he made it most of the way into the north that he collapsed against a tree along the road.

Jon struggled to keep his eyes open dragging himself upright using the tree as a support grabbing onto a long hanging branch as he hurled himself upwards with a final burst of strength.

Landing amongst the branches halfway up the tree Jon rested his head against the bark legs spread across three branches that had grown close together.

His upper body rested against the bark as well eyes struggling to stay open again as he listened to the winds whistling through the branches able to see as a caravan made its way down the road.

All Jon could do though at that point was to make his fingers twitch curling them around the handle as he began to pass out the blackness creeping in rapidly.

3rd Pov

Amongst the branches of a tree far far away rested a younger woman with blond hair and pointed ears humming a tune to herself as she folded a paper bird together thinking of her brother who was marching off to war.

Elves had never been to war, and they never died so they had no words for death but as they would soon discover there were numerous words for such a thing.

All with the innocence of an endless existence being washed away by their foe that had come changing a way of life.

But something new had arrived something that she felt connected to deeply, but it was so far away from her that it seemed almost ethereal in nature.

It called out singing a tale that she could hear one of blood and pain laced with a deep exhaustion that prodded at her mind with every passing second.

She hummed her tune again trying to direct it towards that connection feeding a small amount of magic into it to soothe those feelings.

Though the resistance that came puzzled her Galadriel simply redoubled her efforts feeling the resistance fade.

Back in Westeros...

The caravan that Jon had spotted was now passing underneath the same tree he was resting in a feeling of drowsiness hitting them as they drifted pass though they simply attributed it to the long journey ahead.

Amongst them all though was one young man that looked up at the tree unable to see Jon through the leaves but curiously enough he could almost feel the magic in the air.

A small spark of magic blossomed in that young man as he walked away heading to Kings Landing for the tournament to celebrate the eventual birth of the prince.

As the caravan drifted away Jon was slowly being cradled in a bundle of branches and leaves that seemed to sprout around him the magic in the air of Westeros interacting strangely with the magic of the elves.

Soon days began to pass rapidly as he rested the T-Virus bonding deeper mutating further in response to the damage its host had gone through.

He was growing stronger still despite doing nothing as he diverged further from human with each day.