[T/N: OK, this is the second volume, don't worry I was also confused in the beginning.]
Jon watched Ghost carefully as he hunted the rabbit.
"Very good, boy," Jon said, caressing his head, seeing the wolf bring the prey back.
Jon suddenly felt immense pain, he felt out of breath and fell to the ground, he began to breathe hard, and the pain lessened a little. The boy felt the snow on the ground disappear since he did not feel the natural cold of the north on the ground or around him.
Jon gasped and looked around, he was no longer in the north, he was in a strange room, with white walls, about twenty meters long, ten meters wide, the floor was made of white wood, it was very clean.
"Where am I? " he murmured.
"HELLO! Is there anyone here!? " He shouted but there was no reply.
Jon looked at the room carefully, and noticed at the end of the room, there was a table, with a kind of black mirror.
Jon steeled himself, touched the table, normal wood, touched the mirror, it was cold, until a light appeared in it, Jon walked away.
"Witchcraft?" he murmured.
He looked and in the mirror, there were some letters appearing.
{Welcome player!
Press select next to go to the selection of options.
NEXT/BACK}
Jon blinked at that.
He put his hand on the next button. The letters changed.
{Options:
-Frequently asked questions/FAQ
-Character menu
-Objects
-Go out}
The boy blinked again, and clicked on FAQ.
{What do you want to know?}
Jon saw dozens of letters appear on the screen, an entire alphabet. He pressed the letters to see what would happen, he noticed that they repeated what he tapped and he asked his question.
Where am I?
{The player is in the white room. A pocket dimension, which players use to improve their skill levels.}
Player?
{A player is one of those chosen by the gods.
They get experience points from everyday activities or combat and can sacrifice those points to gain magical or physical abilities.}
Magic?
{Magic is the transformation of spiritual energy into a physical environment.}
Jon sighed and thought before typing.
How do I get skills?
{Each player has a specific level, when fighting, or doing everyday things, their experience points increase, and upon reaching a certain number of points the player levels up.
As you level up, your physical and magical abilities increase, and you are also granted a skill point. This point can be used to obtain skills. Each skill costs different skill points per level. For example, Level: 1 of any skill costs one skill point each, level 2 costs two points, and Level nine costs nine points.}
Jon nodded.
How do I leave the room?
{To exit you must press the exit button on the console.}
The boy pressed back, and looked at the buttons. Simply out of curiosity, he pressed on objects.
{Objects:
The player currently has two objects, Items worn as clothing are not counted.
-Normal Swordsmanship.
-Normal dagger.}
Jon continued with the next button, character menu.
{Name: Jon Snow
Title: None
Skill points: 1
Level: 1: (0/20)
Health: 100/100
Mana 50/50
Attributes: Low
Skills: None}
The boy pressed back and chose skills.
{Skills:
Physical:
Swordsmanship
Light Weapons
Shield Mastery
Archery
Artillery
Magical:
Fire Magic
Water Magic
Earth Magic
Air Magic
Support Magic
Black Magic
Summoning Magic
Holy magic
Stealth}
The boy gave a high-pitched whistle.
"So I gain any of these skills by spending my skill point," he muttered.
His curiosity got the better of him and he pressed on the Swordsmanship skill.
You have selected the physical skill, Swordsmanship.
Do you want to spend a skill point and gain the Swordsmanship skill at Level: 1?
Yes/No}
Jon pressed yes.
{Swordsmanship Level: 1
All physical skills give physical points to the player each time they level up. As levels rise, physical points, such as strength, endurance, speed, and health, increase.}
Jon felt his muscles explode with pain, dozens of images appeared in his mind, Swordsmanship movements, attacks, and defense, the boy sighed in pain and looked at the screen.
{Swordsmanship Level: 1
Cost: 20 mana
Critical hit: Deal critical hits to opponents for 30 seconds. Critical hits affect the opponent's weaknesses, they are damaged with the player's strength plus an extra 60%.}
Jon blinked as he read this and smiled, somehow he felt strong, and he didn't know why.
"Improvements?" he whispered.
Curiously, he pressed the character menu again.
Jon Snow
Title: None
Skill Points: 0
Level: 1: (0/20)
Health: 100/100
Mana 50/50
Attributes: Low
Skills:
Swordsmanships Level: 1}
The boy nodded and pressed exit.
Jon felt the room light up and fell to the ground, he felt the cold snow on his hands as it fell and out of nowhere, a long tongue licked his face.
"Ghost," he muttered.
The wolf looked at him curious, but Jon wanted to try. He looked around and saw some trees. Jon walked over and pulled out his sword.
"Critical hit," he murmured.
For a second his sword shone and the boy swung his sword at the tree, a sharp noise was heard and the tree fell split in two.
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Jon looked at his father, he had explained everything about magic, Ned at first took it as a dream, until Jon used critical hit to break a tree in half.
Ned sighed with Jon's desire to venture to Essos, he understood that he did not want to go to the wall immediately and see the world, he himself had desires to travel the world in his youth, leave Brandon in Winterfell, take Ashara Dayne and have an affair, then marry her.
Of course, it didn't happen like that, thanks to the mad king.
Likewise, Jon gave him important excuses, such as that if someone saw him doing magic he would execute them, the faith of the seven is very strict, even the ancient gods took magic as a diabolical ability, of course not all magic, but the vast majority.
Essos on the other hand, had witches and was more reasonable when it came to their practice.
"Say goodbye to your brothers," he clarified.
"Don't be afraid, Father, I have a good portion of gifts for the farewell," he said.
Ned smiled.
"Send me letters as soon as you can," he ordered.
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"Then, you don't have to go," Arya clarified for the tenth time.
He said goodbye to Sansa, Rikkon and Bran.
Both boys looked at him with tears in their eyes, but calmed down when Bran received a carved dagger, on the condition that he hide it from his mother.
Rikkon a small saddle, for when furry was bigger.
Sansa said goodbye, without tears as if she didn't care, but he didn't blame her, her mother had trained her not to appreciate him since she was born.
Arya on the other hand, was making a mutiny not to leave, but Jon had something better prepared for her.
"Close the door," he told her.
The girl looked at him with a furrowed eyebrow and did so.
Jon took out a thin, light sword from his bag.
"You're giving me a sword!" Arya exclaimed excitedly.
And of course, the girl always dreamed of being a warrior, like Visenya or Nymeria, like the Mormont women, but her father and mother were strict about what a lady should and should not do.
Arya took the sword.
"It's not a toy, wolf. This is dangerous, always remember to point with the tip " he clarified.
"I know where I have to aim," she told him, admiring it.
"Name it, it brings good luck," he said.
"Needle, Sansa has hers, this is mine," she told him with a smile.
Jon smiled.
"I'm going to miss you," he told her.
Arya jumped on him.
"Will you write to me?" she asked.
"I promise," he told her and hugged her.
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"Lucky Snow," Theon said, turning around.
Robb looked at him.
"It's still time to repent," said Robb.
Jon hugged him.
"It's already decided, Goodbye Stark," he said.
"See you, Snow," said Robb.
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Jon traveled along the direct road to White Harbour, he was halfway there when the boy saw a group of men attack a man on a horse, he attacked them with his sword.
"Come on," the boy said.
Ghost swooped down on one of them. He screamed when he felt the wolf jumping on him.
"Critical hit," Jon murmured.
One of the men approached, Jon swung his Sword and hit the shoulder, the sound of it being broken could be heard immediately.
The man fell to the ground with a scream of pain, Jon impaled him in the throat on the ground, another scream was heard and the boy watched as Ghost finished last.
Jon nodded and turned to see the corpse of the man he killed and noticed that something was shining in his hand, Jon took it, it was some kind of coin, small bronze, he took it and kept it, since it did not look familiar to him.
"Thank you, you saved me," he heard.
He turned to see a man, who he had saved, he looked at him, he looked familiar, with a gray beard and gray hair, with gray eyes.
"No problem, what are you doing here, the road is dangerous to go alone," Jon told him.
The man laughed.
"Oh, I was just testing the defense, I have men a few minutes away on horseback, these bandits ambushed me, they were lucky," he said.
"Are you from White Harbour?" he asked, since it was the only town nearby.
The man nodded.
"Marlon Manderly, at your service. I am the commander of the garrison and the cousin of Lord Wyman Manderly," the man said.
Jon now understood why it made him familiar, he and his cousin, with the latter's two daughters, had been at Sansa's name day party last year, he was not at the party, of course, Lady Stark would not have allowed it, and he stayed training with some wooden dolls in the yard, Robb ran away with the two Manderly granddaughters, Wynafryd and Wylla Manderly along with a group of boys their age, they met up with Jon, and he had to, at the request of Robb escorts them to the crypts, so they can drink some alcohol without the adults seeing. It was Marlon who found them after his cousin's request to look for them, but Jon knew that the man waited about twenty minutes at the doors before looking for them, so that the children could enjoy themselves a little.
"Oh I remember from Winterfell, Sansa's name day," he said and shook his hand.
The man blinked.
"Snow? Boy, what are you doing here? " the man said to him.
"I'm heading to Essos, to see the world before going to the wall," he explained.
The man nodded.
"Good decision, come with me, I'll get you a boat to Essos at a good price," he said and took his horse.
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"Hey," a man greeted.
"Jaime, what are you doing? If someone finds out? " the woman murmured.
"Don't worry, Cersei, if anyone found out, we would be dead... It's a good thing the old man died," he said.
"Fortune?" she asked.
"It wasn't me, believe me, if it had been me, I would kill him with a sword, it's a death for old people," he said.
"Are you saying that the gods are on our side?" She asked curiously.
Jaime shrugged.
"Gods, demons, whatever, the old man is dead, and with that, we are safe," he said.
"Robert, you have sent a letter to Ned Stark," she said.
Jaime snorted.
"Great, the new hand is the old Ned, what I was missing," he murmured.
Cersei looked at him with amusement.
"Oh I forgot, you don't like him, do you?" she said.
"It was he who nicknamed me Kingslayer, no, I don't like him," he told her.
Cersei laughed.
"Well at least it's a nickname, which inspires fear, look at Tyrion, dwarf is not very attractive, to say the least," she said.
"Fear? It shows dishonor, and dwarf is much better " he told her.
She laughed louder.
"Well, dear brother, it is better that you prepare yourself, as the king's guard, I am sure that you will go with him to the north, and you will enjoy the company of Ned Stark," she clarified.
Jaime snorted again.
"You too," he assured her.
She nodded.
"But I don't dislike it," he said with a smile.
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"So old Arryn died, great and what's worse, Ned Stark will replace him," Olenna muttered, looking at the garden.
"What problem would you have with Ned Stark, grandmother? Isn't he one of the most honorable men in the seven kingdoms?" Margaery asked.
She nodded.
"That's exactly the problem, dear. You must learn that men with honor are predictable, but also hard-headed," the woman said.
[T/N: You mean they aren't willing to put aside their morels and are less likely to be manipulated.]
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"Who else would I choose?" Stannis Baratheon said ironically as Ser Davos Seaworth informed him of the news.
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"Our enemies gather, Doran," said Prince Oberyn Martell.
"Enemies? I didn't know you considered Ned Stark an enemy, brother?" he asked.
"He is as responsible for Elia's death as fat Robert and old Arryn," he said.
"Ned Stark was horrified by what happened, he didn't even speak to Robert until the Greyjoy Rebellion," Robert told him.
Oberyn shrugged.
"It doesn't matter, he may be a minor enemy, but an enemy nonetheless," he said.
"You think this is not good, Ned Stark and his honor will be the one who guides the seven kingdoms, it is a unique opportunity," said Doran.
Oberyn laughed.
"Honor, huh. What is that?" Oberyn asked.
Doran smiled.
"Don't be so hard on Stark, he may be your enemy as you say, but between them and the Baratheons I choose the Starks as friends," Doran said.
Oberyn sighed and shook his head.
"Ok, I admit that...I would never be friends with that fat guy, or with Stannis, Renly at least is fun" he finished.
"The falcon died, the lions will be in the sights of the wolves, and everything is beginning to be put together, so that they fall into the nest of snakes"
[T/N: Huh...This just seems like a rewrite, not a continuation of the original. Maybe we will see more signs later on. If you enjoyed this chapter then please, leave a comment, write a review, and drop some stones. If you want access to advanced chapters then check out the Patreon.]
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