(Game of Thrones) The Pale Khal

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Jon snow is kidnapped by slavers while his father was away fighting in the Greyjoy rebellion. How is an 8 name day old boy supposed to survive in a place like Essos with only his direwolf pup as a companion. 
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    It had been a day like any other, it must have been for I remember no dark clouds nor do I remember the servants whispers of a coming storm that always fill the hall in Winterfell before the next summer snow. So I conclude, that it must have been a perfectly average day, the occasional cloud perhaps, but still quite a normal day. However when I think about the day that forever changed my life I cannot picture the sun. I cannot picture the white clouds gliding across the windswept blue sky. I cannot even truly picture the colours of that day. I cannot remember the green of the leaves, nor the brown underbrush on the forrest floor. I cannot remember the snapping sound of broken twigs underneath our feet, not the soft padding of Ghost by my side, not the chirping of the forrest creatures that were surely there. I remember so few details of that day, yet I cannot forget it. It was the day my life changed. It was the day the Gods tore up my happy life and laughed at my despair. It was a perfectly normal day.........Or so it seemed to my brother when he insisted we go for a hunt.All Rights Reserved

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Jon snow is kidnapped by slavers while his father was away fighting in the Greyjoy rebellion. How is an 8 name day old boy supposed to survive in a place like Essos with only his direwolf pup as a companion. 
    -----------------------
    It had been a day like any other, it must have been for I remember no dark clouds nor do I remember the servants whispers of a coming storm that always fill the hall in Winterfell before the next summer snow. So I conclude, that it must have been a perfectly average day, the occasional cloud perhaps, but still quite a normal day. However when I think about the day that forever changed my life I cannot picture the sun. I cannot picture the white clouds gliding across the windswept blue sky. I cannot even truly picture the colours of that day. I cannot remember the green of the leaves, nor the brown underbrush on the forrest floor. I cannot remember the snapping sound of broken twigs underneath our feet, not the soft padding of Ghost by my side, not the chirping of the forrest creatures that were surely there. I remember so few details of that day, yet I cannot forget it. It was the day my life changed. It was the day the Gods tore up my happy life and laughed at my despair. It was a perfectly normal day.........Or so it seemed to my brother when he insisted we go for a hunt.

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