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Thrid Person POV
Essos, 296 AC.
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Jon looked at the flames for a while, as they continued burning, with Kinvara and Benerro with his assistant beside him and their guards behind.
"This is the great flame, the closest point to the great R'hllor in this world," Kinvara spoke with admiration to her own shadow.
"..." Jon remained silent, his gaze falling towards the fire.
"Azor Ahai..." Benerro began to speak beside him.
"Yes...?" Jon replied, unable to do anything about this new title given to him.
"R'hllor has given me instructions that you must approach the flames. There is something there that may lead you to your destiny. Azor Ahai needs his sword to fight against the dead!" He spoke in a cautious tone, after all, what he was saying was absurd, but it was what his god had shown him in the vision.
"You can't be serious!?" One of Jon's royal guards glared at the man furiously, threatening to draw his sword.
"The high priest lost his sight to bring this message to Azor Ahai, do not forget that!" Kinvara spoke, defending her companion from Azor Ahai's men.
Jon remained silent, making no comment about the madness of throwing himself into the flames, which were scorching even from a hundred meters away. "I already have my swords..." Jon commented.
"But it is Azor Ahai's destiny to possess a sword like Lightbringer..." Kinvara insisted. "After all, it is the sword to drive away the dead," she added.
"I won't pierce the heart of any of my wives." Jon mocked the legend.
"..." Kinvara didn't reply, simply staring at Jon, and Benerro seemed lost, as Azor Ahai was resisting.
Jon just looked ahead as he analyzed the flames, his eyes starting to focus inside them, seeing only pure light.
[I need you to enter here... Chosen one...]
Jon raised an eyebrow at the distorted, ancient voice he heard, coming from within the flames.
"Isn't this a trick?" Jon asked arrogantly, while the others looked at him curiously, unaware of the voice. Benerro even held his breath, thinking Jon was talking to him.
Jon ignored him, continuing to look at the flames.
[I do not intend harm, you are my hope for this world's survival, but you need my sword...] The voice spoke again. It was in a strange language, but Jon could respond in Valyrian and understood everything it pronounced.
"..." Jon considered whether he should truly approach the flames, but ended up taking his first steps toward them.
"My king?!" The guards were startled.
"It's alright... I will do this. But I'm wearing some clothes Seryna made... it would be a waste to burn them..." Jon glanced down and began removing his clothes right there.
"I'll enter the flames, so I'll do it like a bath." Jon simply said as he started undressing, with everyone watching as the king removed the last piece and began walking completely naked.
Everyone watched as he approached the flames that had burned for thousands of years, closer than anyone had ever managed before.
The royal guards were somewhat nervous as Jon began touching the flames from a distance, but Jon didn't seem affected at all, not even his body hair burned as he stood facing the fire, moving his hands toward the flames, pushing his hand further into the first line of fire.
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Game of Thrones: The Legend of Jon Arctic - ASOIAF/GOT
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