Father and Son

Chapter 1

 It was a cold dark evening on the wall. Like every evening on the wall. Jon Snow paced back and forth from his position on the top. Glaring anxiously into the horizon. The army of the dead were on the move and there was no telling if he could stop them. He needed more men, more allies, and the new king of the North was unsure if he could do it.

That's why he volunteered to take his watch alone. He couldn't afford to let any of the men see his uncertainty or fear.

"Jon Snow," said a strange voice from the darkness.

At first Jon thought that it had to be his imagination. After spending so many hours alone it wasn't strange to begin hearing things.

"Jon Snoooooow," it said again.

"Who goes there!" Cried Jon.

"It is I, the Lord of Light."

"The lord of what?"

"The Lord of Light?"

"Ha, ha, very funny men," said Jon while looking around for any sign of someone who could be hiding amongst the ice, but he quickly discovered that he was very much alone.

"Here Jon, the lantern, look into the lantern."

Jon turned to the fire beside him, wondering how the small blaze could possibly be the source of the mysterious voice.

"Look deep, deep into the flames."

"Okay....I'm looking," said Jon while anxiously glancing around incase something decided to spring out and attack him.

"What do you see?"

"Fire."

"Look harder Jon."

"More fire."

"You really aren't taking this seriously enough."

Jon squinted into the blaze. Wondering if he'd gone insane.

And then a dark shadow of a man appeared amongst the flames. Jon couldn't explain why, but it brought back memories of the day that he was resurrected from the dead. He felt fear in the pit of his stomach and lost the ability to form words.

"Hello Jon," said the shadow.

"The.... Lord of Light."

"I've been wanting to speak with you for a while now Jon. When that chick asked me to bring you back, I thought it may have been some kind of a joke. I mean, what good is this emo guy with a mother complex? But you've succeeded my expectations Jon."

"Thank... you."

"You've done great things Jon, great things. For your courage, strength, and endurance, I have decided to reward you. I will grant you one wish."

"A wish?"

"Yes, a wish Jon. I am the one true god. I can grant anything that your heart desires."

"Anything?"

"Anything Jon."

Jon wasted no time in deciding what he wanted.

"I would like you to destroy the night king and the army of the dead."

The Lord was silent for a moment.

"Well you see Jon, that's a nice wish and all, but I mainly work with fire, and the night king really doesn't have much of that around him at the moment."

"End all wars in Westeros."

"Well, I can understand you wanting something like that, but sometimes you need a little war to keep things interesting around this place."