Game of Thrones: The Legend of Jon Arctic - ASOIAF/GOT [Book - 1]

Chapter 3 - Beginning of the Journey

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Jon Snow POV
North, Somewhere Unknown, 289, a few minutes later.
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After calming myself a bit, I decided to go to the lake to clean the blood off my face. As I approached, the first thing I did was look at my reflection in that pure water. While cleaning the blood, I observed my appearance, which was almost the same, except for a thin green halo in the middle of my irises, circling around my pupils in each of my eyes.

Apart from that, mentally and even spiritually, I felt completely different. The ground where I had fallen in front of the tree was damp with a black liquid and somewhat dark blood, both mine. The liquid had sweated out like sweat, and the blood came in the midst of my nosebleed. Somehow, I knew that these fluids were like impurities from my body because after releasing these things from me, I felt as if I had slept for a week. I was light and in a state of fullness. All the anger and despair in me had a much lighter weight now. I could only thank the entities that brought me here.

Not only did I feel more whole and healthy, but I felt something inside me connecting with the entire forest and all living beings around me. I knew what it was, but I always thought it was a myth or that it had died a long time ago. However, I had this thing in me now, the thing they called magic.

I, a bastard child, despised by everyone, could now feel all animal and even plant life around me. I was somehow connected to the plants and small creatures running around the place. I stood up after being cleaned, no longer as a bastard I used to be, the Winterfell bastard, but as a boy who knew what he had to do. His purpose was conveyed by the gods in those few seconds while touching the sacred face, one that the gods themselves decided to entrust to him. I just didn't know why they chose a desperate bastard for this. Perhaps the gods, knowing my innocence, decided to help me, either out of pity or justice. It doesn't matter now; I have to fulfill my given task.

I noticed that the animals stopped everything they were doing and started looking at me expectantly shortly after I got up from the lake. They also began to nod at my connection being naturally created after I left the heart tree. All the little beings started approaching me. They hadn't paid attention to me before, but now they seemed to adore me as they approached. I couldn't take a step forward without being blocked by hundreds of little eyes surrounding me.

"HEY, what's this?" I said to the small creatures that were starting to rub against my leg and even try to climb. A crowd was surrounding me, and I couldn't help but feel multiple moods with the sight.

Initially, this scared me, but soon a big smile appeared on my face, seeing all those eager eyes for attention and affection.

Third Person POV

Jon began to laugh as he picked up a small white rabbit with red eyes. He was delighted, chuckling as he held the animal and tried to balance himself, as hundreds of creatures were attempting to push him down. He found this moment to be the most beautiful in his sad life, as he began to feel the feelings of those little lives and knew that he was loved by all of nature now.

After spending a few hours pampering all those little beings, giving affection to all the animals and receiving back their pure love, he finally ate, drank what this sacred clearing could offer, and darkness fell. He would stay here to rest for a night, lying on thick leaves on the ground he had gathered from some strange trees. He made his bed and lay down. The cold didn't affect this place; it was warmer than the north in summer. So, he rested peacefully while looking at the strip of stars in the sky, with many animals surrounding him to sleep with him. Somehow, he began to see differently, as he somehow knew that all the stars are like our sun now. So, he pondered many possibilities while looking at those little visible suns in the sky during the darkness of the night.