Conquest Of Fire And Blood

Chapter 1: The Truth

-Jon Snow-Winterfell-

Jon lay on his small bed, under his soft but limited furs trying to get some sleep. He had been trying for hours, but nothing seemed to work.

As usual he went to day dreaming, imagining what his mother looked like, what it would be like to hug her, to feel her warmth...that is if she is even still alive...

If she were alive, he wondered if she knew about him, knew where he was, what he looked like, he would often wonder if she ever cared about him. He knew that answer was a most certain no, otherwise he would have at least met her.

He wanted to ask his father about her, he has tried many times to do so, but every single time, Ned would shut him down and say he no longer wishes to speak about the topic.

He just wanted the truth, as he has heard before, the truth hurts, but he has also heard, the truth will set you free. He didn't know what to think of anything anymore...

The King of The seven Kingdoms was apparently beginning a journey to Winterfell in half a moon's turn.

Jon was not excited about that, in fact he was dreading it, he knew how it would go, he wouldn't even be allowed to be seen by the King, Catelyn would make sure of that.

He didn't know what his place in this world was...he was just a bastard...of Ned Stark. He will only ever be known as the one stain on Ned Starks honour, his heart would never be full. He would never have a family, not a real one at least.

Sure he loved his siblings, Robb was always kind to him, but never stood up for him against Catelyn...Bran was a sweet young boy who clearly never understood why Catelyn seemed to hate Jon so much. Sansa was just like her mother, she despised Jon, but he had gotten used to that...Rickon loved Jon, he loved everybody, he was too young to know the difference.

Arya was a different story entirely, she knew what he was and she loved him and treated him like her brother anyway. She would even stand up to Catelyn about him sometimes...which would usually lead to her getting some form of punishment.

Jon's relationship with his father was a strange, he couldn't even call him father unless they where alone in the chance Catelyn heard.

All his thoughts started to make him tired, until he was finally able to close his eyes and drift off into the darkness.

But then he found himself standing next to a tree. At first he thought he was dreaming, but it felt way too real to be a dream, he was completely conscious of everything going on around him.

The warm breeze, the grass that was reaching his calf's, the sound of rushing water. The sun that was hidden by big clouds, yet it was still warm, yet it was also cool, it was in the middle.

In other words it was really nice and felt very real. He looked down at his hands and then pinched himself, it hurt.

So he wasn't dreaming....

What the fuck was going on then? Was he dead?

He took a step forward out from behind the tree and then scanned his surroundings. Lots of trees surrounding a river was basically all he could see.

He then heard something.

"Father, Smith, Warrior...Mother Maiden Crone..stranger." He started to move in the direction of the voices. "I am hers-his and she-he is mine, from this day...until the end of my days."

He stepped out of the tree area and into the clearing. He then quickly stepped back behind the tree. He remained hidden still confused as too what was happening, he peeked out and saw two people kissing.