[Chapter Size: 3894 Words.]
-------------------------------------------
Eddard Stark POV
Northern Kingdom, Winterfell, heart of the realm, 289 A.C., In the same flashback.
--------------------------------------------
While the adults were stunned, Mikaela, one of the girls who spent the most time with Jon, exclaimed,"Are you from the bad family that sent Jon away... HMMMM ?!" The girl couldn't finish her sentence, as Andreza, her mother, grabbed her daughter and quickly covered her mouth.
"Forgive me, Milord, it was not her intention to speak ill of House Stark!" The 35 namedays old woman exclaimed quickly, thinking that the worst could happen, as did Dult, who was sweating after hearing his daughter. Everyone was tense, while the children were still not understanding why the atmosphere changed so much after a question.
However, Ned could only show another sad smile; he knows that with Jon's emotional state before heading to the Wall, the boy didn't need to say anything to figure out that he had a sad past. Ned Stark could only feel helpless.
The families were so nervous that they didn't look closely at Lord Stark from the beginning, but stopping to notice his face better now, they began to realize the great resemblance to Jon; it really seemed to be the biological son of the Lord of the North.
Dult, seeing the smile on the high noble's face, spoke cautiously, as it was his daughter who spoke inconsiderate things, which she shouldn't have.
"My lord, please forgive my daughter for the disrespect; she is still a child and doesn't know what she says. Jon never spoke about his life before he met us and always avoided talking about his past for some reason." Dult said cautiously and continued.
"But we could all see his sad eyes, which was always very disturbing in a child. Jon told us that he was going to the Wall when he got caught in a snowstorm in the middle of summer, and magically ended up here."
"Personally, I believe there is more to it than just appearing in the region, but he didn't tell us, and we didn't bother to ask, as the boy never harmed us and we only benefited from his presence. Jon said he was going toward the Wall, and I myself wanted him to stay with us instead of going to the Wall, but he always said he needed to go there. Little Jon once said that it seemed to be some kind of task or mission for our gods, and after seeing all that he can do, we didn't want to go against our old gods." Ned heard this and was stunned; he hadn't heard this part from Helman.
"It's okay, there's nothing to forgive your little daughter; I understand why you might think that way. Jon had some issues in my house, and I wanted to resolve them by having him stay with his uncle, my brother, for a year until I put things in order, but my men really caught that storm as it's described, and only Jon disappeared." Ned said lost in thought.
"But I'm worried about my son; he may have all these powers, giant wolves, and everything else, but he's only 8 namedays old, and I'm concerned for my son. I don't want him to face the danger he faced here to the extreme point of the realm." Ned spoke sincerely to Dult and the others.
"I-I understand, Lord Stark; I am a father, and I worry about my boys, like any man here." Said Dult.
Ned nodded but still lamented in thought about his 8 namedays old boy; now he was wandering alone in the north. Ned wanted to run to his horse and catch up with him and bring him back to Winterfell, or at least send a large escort to help him.
He just wanted his son safe; that's why he made an extreme decision and sent Jon to the Wall, the best place beside his brother with that emotional state, and now, not only did he never reach the Wall, but he was also leaving the entire North stunned with his stories.
YOU ARE READING
Game of Thrones: The Legend of Jon Arctic - ASOIAF/GOT
أدب الهواة"This is the first time I've ever written, decided to translate this fanfic and finish it." Jon Snow, a boy destined for a life of contempt by almost everyone around him, but a divine intervention can change everything. The boy who will pave the way...