Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 168 - Is She to Blame for the War?

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Third Person POV.

Winterfell.

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Flashback

'Ahh.' Screams of despair echoed through the courtyard.

'Take shelter inside the castle!!' Young Jon Snow could hear Ser Rodrik shouting at the soldiers.

People kept screaming and the boy was inside his room, hearing the voices outside fade more and more as the sound of the wind muffled everything.

He stood there, wondering if everyone was taking shelter. He hadn't gone to the kitchen after his chores, after all he was stinking, so he was waiting for dinner.

But that storm arrived first. With nothing to do, he lay down on the bed ignoring the storm and waiting for dinner, since he had nothing else to do.

His gaze fell on the closed window, it was getting worse, the wind seemed like some kind of hurricane, lightning strikes began one after another, the boy grew frightened, so much so that he ran to the door. He didn't want to stay there any longer.

'What?! It's locked?!' Upon reaching the door he tried to open it, but panicked when he couldn't pull it. No matter how much strength he put into it, the door didn't move an inch, not even the slack he had in the lock. The door was static.

'Someone! Help me!' cried the frightened boy.

And his answer was the window exploding as he quickly turned, even more terrified, as the blast of wind burst into the room while he saw the chaos coming from outside.

The wind that had blown the window apart and invaded his room shifted, and began pulling him outward. Feeling himself being dragged, Jon screamed as his body was hauled toward the window. He tried to grab onto something, but nothing kept him from slamming against the window frame.

The child's young eyes grew dazed as he caught sight of Winterfell within a hurricane filled with lightning. A scene that boy would never forget.

The force on his body increased and he found himself being hurled out the window. He clung on as his last attempt not to be pulled away, his body still flying backward.

'Help!' He couldn't even scream anymore, the wind was smothering everything, all he could see was his hand slipping from the only thing keeping him from being swept into that hurricane.

Then his hand slipped and he went flying, his scream still muffled. Jon watched Winterfell vanish beneath him as he was sucked upward, his vision darkened after that and he knew he had lost consciousness.

The open window of the room then closed and the storm began to dissipate. Maester Luwin had said it was the worst storm in the last ten years, but almost nothing had been damaged in Winterfell, the castle had withstood it well.

If Jon's absence was noticed at dinner that night, no one said anything. Everyone seemed more intent on talking about the storm that had made the whole castle tremble.

Only the next day, when Jon Snow should have been at his work, his absence was discovered and they went to look for him, only to find the room closed and empty. There was no sign of the boy.

Jon Snow, at 8 namedays, had completely disappeared.

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The story began with that mysterious storm that fell upon Winterfell, giving him passage to another world. Jon spoke about his life in Skyrim after that and ended at the point of encounter between him and the ghost of his mother.