A dream of truth

Jon I

"FOR THE WATCH! " said Thorne, he then stabbed me with a knife.

"FOR THE WATCH" said Marsh then, as another knife enter my body.

"FOR THE WATCH" said Yarwyck, as he plugged his knife into my stomach too.

"FOR THE WATCH!" said another brother, as another knife enter my body,

"FOR THE WATCH" said another one, as the fifth knife enter my body, from there I started to lose my strength and I fall into my to my knees. As I saw Olly approaching, I knew what was about to happen, so I just closed my eyes and thought of only one being: Ghost.

"FOR THE WATCH!" Olly said as he stabbed me in the heart and then it was darkness and then I woke up in a desert and then I saw a younger version of my father riding towards where I was but he could not see me. I then saw the last of the kingsguard of king Aerys Targaryen, Ser Gerold Hightower, Ser Arthur Dayne and Ser Oswell Whent. I recognize them because I saw pictures of them at the library of Winterfell. This was one of my favorite stories our father told us when we were children, the rescue of my aunt Lyanna. I then heard them spoke.

"I looked for you on the Trident" my father said to them.

"We were not there" Ser Gerold answered.

"Woe to the Usurper if we had been" said Ser Oswell.

"When King's Landing fell, Ser Jaime slew your king with a golden sword, and I wondered where you were" my father said.

"Far away" Ser Gerold said "or Aerys would yet sit the Iron Throne, and our false brother would burn in seven hells."

"I came down on Storm's End to lift the siege" my father told them "and the Lords Tyrell and Redwyne dipped their banners, and all their knights bent the knee to pledge us fealty. I was certain you would be among them."

"Our knees do not bend easily" said Ser Arthur Dayne.

"Ser Willem Darry is fled to Dragonstone, with your Queen and Prince Viserys. I thought you might have sailed with him" my father said.

"Ser Willem is a good man and true" said Ser Oswell.

"But not of the Kingsguard" Ser Gerold pointed out "The Kingsguard does not flee."

"Then or now" said Ser Arthur. He donned his helm. I could not believe it, I was about to witness one of my favorite stories!.

"We swore a vow" explained old Ser Gerold.

I saw my father getting angry with shadow swords in his hand. They were seven against three.

"And now it begins" said Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning. He unsheathed Dawn and held it with both hands. The blade was pale as milk glass, alive with light.

"No" my father said with sadness in his voice "Now it ends" Then the combat, was so ferocious, as in less than five minutes there was already three dead, including, Ser Gerold Hightower and Ser Oswell Whent, killed by my fathers blade and one of his man that came with him, as the battle continue, only my father and Arthur Dayne remained. Then as my father and Arthur Dayne keep fighting, Dayne disarm him and before he could give the final blow to my father, a short man, who I believe was Howland Reed, stab him in the back, as he fall bleeding from the neck, my father took dawn and killed him, with a single blow, just then I heard a woman scream and I turn my head. My father did the same.

As we both climb the stairs to the tower and as my father push open the door I saw my aunt Lyanna, in a bed of blood. What?. He never say that. He say my aunt Lyanna died of a fever.....

"Ned?" my aunt Lyanna said

"Lyanna" my father said

"Is that you?, is that really you, your don't a dream" my aunt Lyanna asked