Easy Points

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.

-Eddard Stark-

The headaches I have begun having have increased in pressure with each passing day as Catelyn keeps asking me to send Jon somewhere away from Winterfell. I can see why having a bastard around could be inviting trouble but I just can't, not after the promise I made. I turned the corner into the training yard only to see Jon holding a short sword and facing off against a guard of mine almost matching him if not for his size and age. Though his skill and speed were something I had never never seen before. I dare say he just might know the way of that sword he's handling better than almost every person in Winterfell right now.

Jon ducked under a swing spinning his sword into a backhand grip as he turned his body slamming the blunt blade against the back of the knee causing the guard to yelp and fall. Dexterously handling the handle of the sword, Jon brought the blade forward into a normal grip and placed the blade against the guard's neck. I watched every second of the bout and still couldn't believe my eyes of how a boy not even six name days old could best one of my guards. I could see him barely sweating and his breathing seemed steady which made it all the more unbelievable. I could see the guards eyes and all I saw was fear and shame.

Maybe it would be best to have him ward under another house, maybe the Umber's or perhaps under Gregor Forrester, I could even send him to Rickard Karstark. I'll have to begin writing a few letters in any case, if he was only skilled in the sword, maybe I could say he was gifted to be a warrior. Unfortunately, He's also gifted in his tactics, studies and even his training of courtly manners. After that one night it all changed to this, the boy I used to see running around and smiling at everyone other than Catelyn began to train and take all his studies seriously. He grew a few inches in days. His bright and playful eyes are now sharp and calculative, not the eyes of a standard Stark, no, it's the eyes of a Targaryen.

Late into the night my eyes squint at the letters I read and the letters I write. The whole time I can't help but think of how Jon looked at me earlier, like a wolf held in a kennel. I grip and rub my writing hand as it cramps up and the soreness spikes. Old age is getting ever closer to me and I know it though I wish it wasn't here. After rubbing my eyes I hear hurried footsteps till maester Luwin rushes into my solar.

"Apologies lord Stark, but I carry an important letter for you." Luwin hands me the scroll with shaky hands and a sweat covered forehead putting forth a sense of unease.

I read the scroll word for word scanning my eyes down till I set the scroll onto my desk. Stumbling into my chair I look to Luwin and sigh before telling him what to do.

"From now on, have Jon and Robb train, study, and even dine together if possible, create the bond of brothers between them while we have time." After a few more words, Luwin rushed out of the room to go about his duties. Closing his eyes, Ned relaxed and took a breath before cracking his knuckles and writing the last letter of the night.

Months had passed in a flurry of passing moments for everyone, especially Jon as he kept up his rigorous training routine though on this day; he found a valuable treasure.

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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.

Skills

Swordsmanship lvl3

Tactics lvl2

Politics lvl2

Charisma lvl2

Climbing lvl2

Fitness lvl3

Chivalry lvl1

Throwing lvl1

Horsemanship lvl1

Keen Sense lvl2

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Store (Expand)

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With just this small change, he quickly explored the newfound options presented. It had magic from warging to shadow magic all the way to blood magic and beyond. He wasn't too knowledgeable about magic but what little he did know told him that it was a scary and frightening thing. Outside the category of magic, it had skills like different weapon skills from the sword to the bow to anything he's ever heard of and more. Skills such as horsemanship to cooking down to knowing how to build the foundation of a house and more. In a simpler term, it went from five categories all organized for him.

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Magic-

Weapon skills-

General knowledge-

Specialized-

Unique-

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How to acquire these things were actually a lot easier than one might think though a bit morbid. He had to kill someone, as the store required him to kill a certain number of people either directly or indirectly to gain different skills. Depending on the skill he wanted, it might require a minimum of one death or a maximum of a hundred. Though each skill had ten levels to advance through to master it. As the working of this new feature, he couldn't help but want to improve himself even faster.

Going hunting with a few well trained men for my protection as well to ensure we do well on our trip was quite fruitful in Jon's case. Different animals gave him a certain amount of points and by his guess, it was based on how dangerous they were. Most gave him a half a point while a bear would give him two points. After a week-long trip and a bountiful harvest from dawn to dusk every day, He had already accumulated 36 points although two of his six men had to go back with the wagon to deliver all the meats and pelts. The smashing of bark could be heard in the forest as four men watched their young lord throw a hand axe deep into the wood from over twenty feet away.

A smile plastered on Jon's face as he looked at his hands and could instinctually feel the newfound experience he was absorbing. He felt like he was on top of the world with his new found abilities, everything just at his fingertips. Riding on horseback, it would take roughly just under an hour to get back to Winterfell. The weather was normal for the North and it's cold winds were always there. The bumpy ride that let its chill seep into one's bones as they stayed atop their mounts.

Riding down the narrow path, two men in front of him and two behind him. Jon smiled slightly as he rode, his knuckles white from holding the reigns. An arrow shot out diagonally from the trees and struck true into the neck of one of his forward riders. The man jerked back with his horse till he slumped down, dropping to the ground with a loud thud. A dozen men walked out all holding sub par weapons and ragged clothing each with either a savage grin or with frightened eyes.

Jon held his fist up signaling to halt then shouted out to his men.

"Arrows nocked and ready men… I suggest you turn back strangers, before you're either cut down or trampled when running away by our mounts."

The simple sentence held no emotion, just downcast eyes that held a burning sensation if one looked into them. Yet everyone other than the guards could not stand for the arrogance from this mere child. With no words spoken, each one of the strangers presumed bandits stepped closer and held their weapons tightly. A swift motion from Jon and three arrows were released and found to be lodged into the bandits flesh. As three of their brothers in arms fell, the rest ran forward while one in the back nocked an arrow and took aim right at the smirking Jon.