"I pray for a glimpse of Azor Ahai, and R'hllor shows me only snow."
- Melisandre, A Dance With Dragons.
"For the watch" Olly said, and stabbed him in the heart.
The blade felt colder then he expected.
He found himself sumbling back, blood slowly spiling from the wounds. He almost collapsed on the ground but right before he caught a loose railing. He tried to grasp onto anything inside of him to keep on going and continue living.
The snow betrayed him.
He fell.
And as he fell all the memories came with.
Ghost his faithful companion, always there, always listening. Robb's hand on his shoulder promising him they'd never be apart. Ygritte's laughter in the cave. Arya's wild eyes. Bran's adventorous ways. He saw Lord Star-no, his father and their final encounter before Jon parted for the Wall, and he King's Landing promising that the next time we see eachother he'll finally be able to know who his mother was.
His mother. Oh how he always wondered who his mother was. His father had never told him, always to ashamed about the woman. Was she even still alive? Jon would never know. Jon could never know his father's head was on a spike in King's Landing, and he was trapped at the Wall.
He...he wanted to scream not from the pain, but from betrayal. He felt himself hid the ground hard.
When he opened his eyes he expected snow.
He expected the comforting cold of the Wall. The comforting warmth of Ghost's presence curled up by his side.
Instead there was only heat, an incredible amount.
A dry, and overwhelming heat wrapped around him like a dying pyre. Like a dying pyre, smoke covered the air, and the wind that rushed by him had a scent of salt, not frost. His mouth tasted of blood. He slowly stood up only for his body to act as if it only recently learned.
Then suddenly bright lights began rushing his vision. And when it calmed something appeared, something unnatural. It was firelight, sunlight. Something more eerie.
Hovering the air before him was a string of bright blue text. They were barely visible, like a flickering dying flame.
"The fire stirs. The Great Other returns. Your echo returns"
System Rebooting…..
[ERROR]
[Initializing Protocol: TEST ONE]
[Test one results: Failed]
[Initializing secondary protocol: TEST TWO]
[Flagged: Reincarnator detected, welcome Azor Ahai]
System> "The Warm remembers. The Cold forgets. Do you, child?"
[Welcome, Jon Snow(?)]
[Status: Displaced]
[Health: 68% | Sanity: 81%]
[Environment: Unstable, High Magic Concentration.]
[Quest Activated: Survive the First of many Long Nights.]
Jon stared.
This wasn't a dream. It didn't feel like one at least. Dreams didn't slowly melt him, and didn't make your lungs ache.
And he was certain that dreams definitely didn't speak to you in letters.
He read the words once more. Azor Ahai. That name meant nothing to him. But something stirred inside of him when he read those words. He thought he faintly heard the words "The Prince That Was Promised." But promised to who? All of a sudden, more text appeared in front of the other.
[SYSTEM ALERT]]
[Processing DNA]
[Connection Established.]
> Bloodline Confirmed:
Jon Snow
Title: "The Bastard of Winterfell"
Father: Eddard "Ned" Stark (?)
Mother: ???
"You are a Stark. You may not have my name, but you have my blood"
- Eddard Stark
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The mother of Jon Snow is unknown to you, and the rest of the Seven Kingdoms there are many different theories, but only your father truly knows. Knowing who your mother truly is has been your biggest mystery. However, a popular rumor stems from Eddard Stark's dance with Ashara Dayne at the Tourney of Harrenhal.
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Rumor Detected: Ashara Dayne
Genetic Perks: Blood of the dragon– Low, and Wolf's Blood.
Blood of the Dragon : Relationship with Essosi +5, Sword proficiency+ 10 (Dayne), dual wielding +5 (Dayne)
Wolf's Blood: Blood of the First Men
Perks: A higher cold tolerance, and warging +20, northern relationships +10 (The North Remembers)
His mother. He always wondered who his mother was. Whenever he would ask Lord Stark he would always respond with those same words that the text now shows him "You are a Stark. You may not have my name, but you have my blood" is what he's always said to him. Ashara Dayne. Who is she? Is…is that why he refused to speak of her name? Was he so ashamed of himself that he simply could not utter the words "Dayne" or "Ashara"?
No. NO! I refuse to believe that's the only reason. Father would've told me if it was just her. This! This text! It must be lying, it must be trying to fool him just like how his father always told him the Night's Watch was a place for honor! He said sacrifice was noble! And duty before love! Lies. All of it! Lies to keep the bastard Snow quiet! Panting heavily he stumbled from the rock he found himself sitting on. His pulse pounded in his ear, and head distributed any concurrent thought.
"This isn't real!" he screams aloud for none to hear. A big crack erupts from the sky. He looks up and a fear quickly creeps up his spine. He wasn't in the north, he wasn't at the Wall, Winterfell, or possibly anywhere in the Seven Kingdoms for that matter.
The sky was red.