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

Chapter 49 - The Most Arrogant Folk! 04.

[Chapter Size: 3000 Words.]

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Third Person POV

Wall, 292 AC, At the some momment.

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Continuing the conversation between Jon and Aemon, the two delved deeper into the details of the ambitious educational project for Arctica.

"Interesting! This old man would like to know more about this place," Aemon asked, interested.

"Arctica will not just be a refuge for the exiled and displaced tribes of the free people," Jon said, "but a cradle that will be the future of knowledge and learning in the world." He envisioned a fully literate population, where each person, regardless of their origin, would have access to education and knowledge in various fields.

"Uncle Aemon, my goal is to create a fully literate population in Arctica. I want everyone to have knowledge about history, science, art, and more. For this, we need to train qualified teachers," Jon explained enthusiastically.

Aemon, adjusting his glasses, looked at Jon with a mix of surprise and admiration. "That's a monumental task, Jon. But coming from you, I expect no less. Education is the key to progress and peace. You are planning a revolution, not just political, but cultural and intellectual."

Jon nodded, his face lit up by the passion for his ideas. "Precisely, uncle. Arctica will be a place where the mind is as valued as the strength of the arm. I want to create a society where knowledge is power, and that power is accessible to everyone, just as I received my knowledge from the gods when I was just a bastard."

"This will change not just your lands if realized, but it could impact the entire known world," Aemon said, reflecting on Jon's vision's potential. "It's a huge challenge, but if anyone can make it happen, it's you."

"With your help too, uncle, I'm sure we can turn this vision into reality," said Jon, gratitude and determination in his voice.

Aemon smiled, feeling a wave of pride and hope. "I'm quite excited for this, my boy."

Together, Jon and Aemon spent hours in the library, outlining a curriculum, discussing teaching strategies, and planning how to recruit and train the future teachers of Arctica. It was the beginning of a grand project, one that could change the fate of many and leave an indelible mark in history.

After a while, a silence settled in the room as they finished their conversation. As the comfortable silence filled the room after the conversation, Jon observed Aemon with a thoughtful look. There was something he needed to do, something he had planned since arriving at Castle Black.

"Uncle, before anything else, may I see your eyes?" Jon asked, his voice soft but firm.

Aemon, a bit surprised by the request, nodded. "Of course, Jon. But why?"

Jon didn't respond immediately. Instead, he stood up and approached Aemon. Two years ago, Jon had given the old maester a potion - an elixir that he hoped could improve his health and perhaps do more. Now, it was time to see if his healing magic was strong enough to heal Aemon's eyes.

Jon extended his hand, and as his fingers neared Aemon's eyes, they began to emit a soft green light. Aemon felt a wave of warmth emanating from Jon's hands, a sensation that was both strange and comforting.

For two minutes, the room was silent, except for the soft hum that seemed to emanate from Jon's hand. Then, he removed his hands and spoke, "Try to open your eyes, uncle." Hearing this, Aemon slowly opened his eyes, and an expression of surprise and admiration took over his face. For the first time in many years, his eyes were clear, and he could see Jon as he truly was – Just a boy smiling at him expectantly.