[Chapter Size: 3400 Words.]-----------------------------------------JEOR MORMONT POVCASTLE BLACK, 290 AC, a few days ter.-----------------------------------------At Castle Bck, Lord ander Jeor Mormont over a pile of paperwork that seemed to never diminish. His office desk was covered with requests as, all demanding his immediate attention. With a deep sigh, he pted the dots, each representing an almost desperate plea for resources for the Night's Watch - pleas that were invariably denied by the realms.The Watch, once a pride of the North, now seemed to be nothing more than a refuge for bandits, murderers, and rapists, all struggling to keep their heads attached to their shoulders. Mormont had always harbored the desire to ge the fate of the Night's Watch, to restore its flory and honor. It was with this hope that he had joihe a order. However, over the past few years, he began to realize that such ge might be an unattainable illusion.Refleg on his own journey, Mormont recalled the day he left his house and title, leaving his son Jorah to govern in his pce. The deade with the hope of a better future for the Watow seemed den with an additional weight of sadness and disappoi. I moons, news had reached him about the shameful path Jorah had taken, influenced by a woman. The dishonht to House Mormont by his heir weighed on his heart, a stant reminder of the difficult choices and sacrifices made throughout his life.Seated in his austere office, with the dim light of Castle Bck illuminating his dots, Jeor Mormont reflected on the many challenges ahead, both personal and for the Night's Watch. He khat the path ahead would be tough, but he was determio face it with the strength and resiliehat had always characterized his leadership.The Night's Watch, once proud and powerful, now faced dark days. The numbers of its members were rapidly diminishing, and volunteers were being increasingly rare. Instead, Castle Bck saw the arrival of bandits and outws - the only ones willing to join the ranks of the Watch.Jeor Mormont, the Lord ander, was deeply ed about this shift. The need for more recruits was more pressing than ever, especially in light of the uling movements of the wildlings beyond the Wall. To further plicate matters, every now and then a lunatic escorted by guards would arrive to join the Night's Watch. Once, a few months ago, a bandit cimed that a "demon child" had killed all his panions. When Mormont inquired about his crime, he was astounded. He had heard rumors and songs about little Jon of the North, but always thought them to be mere folk tales.On another occasion, a young maed that a child had cut off his hand and cursed his family, leading to his father's beheading a few moohis young man did not st long at Castle Bck; his arrogance led him to attempt to assassinate some fellow brothers, resulting in his execution by the Lord ander himself.Mormont looked at the pile of papers on his desk and sighed, resigo another day dedicated to writis. His thoughts were interrupted wheiced a otion outside the window. He stood up and walked over to it. Although he couldn't see the gate from his position, the hustle and bustle and shouts of the men indicated the arrival of a visitor. The kind of otion observed suggested somethiraordinary, such as the ued arrival of a king or a sudden atta the castle from the south side of the Wall.Quickly, Mormont donned his coat, preparing to go out and iigate. However, before he could open the door, it abruptly swung open. A breathless member of the Wattered, bringihat promised to ge the course of the day."My lord! A group of giants in armor has appeared at the gate!" excimed the bck brother, clearly desperate. Jeor Mormont, with a skeptical look, left his offid headed to the gate. Upon arriving, he found a crowd of bck brothers and recruits, all dispying fear and curiosity about what y oher side of the castle wall. Without hesitation, he made his way through them and climbed to the top of the wall.Looking over to the other side, Mormont could hardly believe his eyes. Before him stood giants, wolves, bears, and shadow cats, varying from 1.2 to 4 meters i, all wearing imposing armor. In the ter of this extraordinary group, a boy mounted on a bck wolf appeared to be the leader, surrounded by a few men on horseback.After a few seds to process the se, the boy stepped forward and spoke with a firm voice."My name is JON SNOW, son of Eddard Stark, protector of the north. I would like to speak with the Lord ander and my uncle Beark!" Jon Snow's words echoed in the ensuing silence, leaving Jeor Mormont stuhis was Lord Stark's bastard who had vanished moons ago, disappeared during an escort. The Night's Watch had eve men to search for him, including Beark, to assist his brother. Two moons ter, Lord Stark had sent a raven, inf that the bastard had been found."I am the Lord ander," Mormont finally responded, still trying to assimite the situation. "You may meet with me, provided you leave these..." he hesitated, not knowing how to describe Jon's unusual group. "...panions outside the castle wall," he cluded.Jon Snow nodded and, apanied by two people, walked towards the gate. All of them wore unique armor, made of a greenish metal Mormont had never seen before. The armors were so impressive they would certainly evoke envy across the ti.However, when Jon Snow passed through the gate, one of the bck brothers reacted uedly, freaking out at the presence of the young man and his group."It's HIM, THE DEMON BOY WHO KILLED ALL MY PANIONS, HE'S GOING TO KILL US ALL!" the man shouted, casting a look of terror towards Jon Snow. His words caused an immediate uproar among the bck brothers and recruits of Castle Bck."Someone lock that madman in a room, please!" ordered Jeor Mormont, with an uioone of authority. Quickly, the brothers of the Night's Watch grabbed the still trembling man and dragged him to the cells.Meanwhile, the curious and cautious gazes of the people of Castle Bck turowards Jon Snow. To them, he seemed to be anything but an ordinary boy. Apanied by adults and imposing animals, as well as 4-meter tall men, Jon was surrounded by figures that seemed straight out of a legends.Jeor Mormont, maintaining visible caution, led Jon Snow to his sor, apanied by guards. Sitting before the young ma straight to the point."So, Jon Snow, I remember your father asking to leave you here for a year with a raven and you disappeared shortly after. Are you here for that?" The Lord ander wao clude the meeting as quickly as possible. If necessary, he already po send a letter to Lord Stark, expining that he could not keep Jon and his colossal group at the Wall."I am not here to stay for a year, my lord. I came to see my uncle and ask for passage to the other side of the wall," replied Jon, his calm trasting with the tension in the room.Jeor Mormont raised an eyebrow, surprised. "You wao send you to the other side of the wall? May I ask why?" The incredulity in his voice was evident. Even the guards present in the sor seemed unfortable with the young man's suggestion.**THIRD-PERSON POV****CASTLE BLACK, 290 AC, Same Moment.**Jon Snow sighed, knowing that the truth was his only viable option; any other excuse would only gee more questions and suspis."I am here at the request of the Old Gods, my lord. There are things I o do, and first, I must go to the Weirwood tree oher side of the wall to know my step after tag them there," revealed Jon, his voice den with serioushese words left Lord ander Jeor Mormont speechless. The mention of the Old Gods and the Weirwood tree brought a pletely new dimension to the versation. Mormont pohe implications of this. On one hand, allowing Jon to cross the wall might be the most peaceful and direct option, avoiding potential flicts within Castle Bck with those monsters. Oher hand, Jon was the son of the Lord of the North, and sending a child beyond the Wall was a decision full of risks and sequences, even if the boy was a bastard."Do you wao send a child beyond the wall? Does your father know about this?" Jeor asked, his expression revealing his internal flict."Yes, my lord, I was with my father a few weeks ago and told him about my pn. He would prefer that I didn't do such a thing," Jon replied, maintaining his firm determination.Jeor Mormont looked at Jon for a long moment, evaluating the situation. The decision wasn't simple, and he khat any choice he made would have repercussions. However, there was something in Jon's determination and the mention of the Old Gods that made him hesitate to simply refuse the request."With those giants by your side, I doubt you will die to anything beyond the wall. But I want you to write a statement to your father and leave a copy here, to absolve us of responsibility. We have few men and ot afford to escort you at this time. As for your uncle, he left on a scouting mission and we don't know when he will return, but it certainly won't be within two weeks," Jeor Mormont expined, looking directly at Jon.Jon nodded, uanding the Lord ander's instrus. With the meeting cluded, Mormont allowed Jon to spend a night at the castle. After instrug his group outside the walls to set up camp, the first thing Jon decided to do was look for the library, sihe only thing he kept away from his group was his thirst for knowledge. He headed to the Maester's quarters, knog on the door while William and Du went to set up a camp for the rest of the group.The door ened by a very old man, whom Jon quickly realized was blind. The man trembled slightly, but his voice was kind. "How may I assist you?" asked Maester Aemon."The Lord aold me I would find the castle's library here, Maester," Jon replied, notig Maester Aemon's eyebrows raise in surprise."I do not know you, but sidering the sound es from a much lower height than mine and with such a youthful voice, I only deduce that you are a child, right?" said Aemon, clearly surprised to find such a young new recruit."Yes, Maester, I am 9 namedays old, but I'm not here to join the Night's Watch. I'm only staying one night at the castle and heading north tomorrow. The Lord ander has granted me passage beyond the Wall," Jon expined, his seriousness trasting with his age.Aemon, hearing this, furrowed his brow, intrigued. "And why would the Lord ander let you pass beyond the Wall?" he asked, his curiosity evident.Jon, with a childishly mischievous smile, replied, "I could tell you, Maester, but you have to show me the library for that!" And with a ugh, he expressed his youthful joy.Aemon couldn't help but smile at the energy of the child before him and invited him in. Jon was eager to explore the books in the library.Two hours ter, after a fasating discussion, Aemon ented, "Fasating, you say the son of the Protector of the North found giants and terrible wolves that should only be legends!" His voice had a dreamy tone. "If this old man could see, he would certainly be very happy seeing such legendary creatures..." said the Maester, with a touencholy in his voice."Maester, did you know I feel life and ect with animals?" Jon revealed, and tinued, "And you know what's strange, Maester? I feel a small e with you sihe moment I saw you, and so far that's only happened with my father... Lord Stark." Jon spoke, thoughtful, his hand on his .Aemon remained silent, allowing the boy to finish. There was an air of refle in the room, as the Maester pondered Jon's words, realizing there was somethiraordinary about the young man before him."I don't know how to expin it, it hasn't happened with anyone else I've met, but not just with you. I also feel a dormant life in this room, Maester. It wants to wake up, but it needs external help!" Jon spoke, veying a mystery that seemed to transd him. Aemon, hearing these words, seemed momentarily unbanced, struck by an ued emotion."You told me you are Eddard Stark's bastard, brought here after the war, and are 9 years old, right? you tell me what you look like?" Aemon stuttered, an evident unease in his words. Jon found this behavior and the words of the kind Maester strange, and replied, "Yes, Maester... They say I am a spitting image of my father, bck hair, grey eyes, and a long faow, my eyes have green circles, but that only started ht moons ago.""Little Jon, may I touch your face?" asked Maester Aemoending his trembling hand towards the boy's face. Jon allowed the a, watg curiously. Aemoly ran his hand over Jon's face, and an expression of shod emotion took over him, tears starting to stream down his face.Jon, fused by the Maester's rea, asked cautiously, "Maester, are you alright? What was that?""I think it's just fate, child, just fate!" Aemon replied cheerfully. And then, with a ge in tone, he added, "Please, call me Uncle Aemon from now on. I want to tell you a secret." Jon accepted the old lord's behavior. Aemon had always been kind to him, and as Jon was a child, he sidered the ge normal."Of course, Uncle Aemon!" Jon said, with a cheerful smile. As a bastard, he had few opportuo call someoher, uncle, or brother, and didn't want to miss this rare ow."Go to the bed and drag it away. The floor underh the bed is removable. You open it as soon as you move the bed. Take the box inside and bring it here," instructed Aemon. Jon did exactly as he was told, removing the bed to reveal a small hidden partment. He took the box and pced it in front of Aemon."Young Jon, do you know what this is?" asked Aemon, curious."I don't know, Uncle Aemon, but the life I felt earlier is in there," Jon replied, his face lit up with anticipation. He was excited, although he didn't know what kind of life could be ihe box."HAHAHA! Maybe there is still hope," Aemon murmured, more to himself than to Jon. "You know, young Jon, ihis box is the st memory of my family. It always made me sad to think about this box, as it reminded me that I am one of the st members of my lineage, and I am getting older and older. And today, a 9-year-old boy has given me hope. You have made me feel happier now than i decades. HEHEHE." Aemon started to ugh softly, leaving Jon w about what he was talking about."What happeo your family, Uncle?" Jon asked ily."Sad things, little Jon, sad things. But my name is Aemon Targaryen." The revetio Jon in shock. A member of the legendary dragon family was there, in front of him. "Then what was in the box could only be ohing," Jon thought."A dragon egg..." murmured Jon to himself, and Aemon smiled at the boy's clusion."Yes, young Jon, a dragon egg. When I was ye, I dreamed of raising my own dragon. And when I received this egg from my family, I could never part with it. But now I am 90 years old, Jon. Soon this old man will die, but you, child, I believe you will hatch the egg!" Aemon said, his voice filled with hope."But Uncle, isn't this too valuable to give to a child you met today?" Joioned, hesitant to accept the egg. He was moved by the Maester's words, but after all, he was just a bastard from the North, receiving a dragohat even the prince did not possess."I uand your doubts, Jon, but rest assured that I am not making a mistake. I want you to hatch the egg and bring dragons back to the world. And if I have the opportunity to see it, please bring it here to the castle on your visit," Aemon spoke, as if he were in a happy dream.Jon opehe box and took out a white stone. Upon toug it, he felt the pulsating life i and the warmth emanating from the rock. It was a magical and surreal moment, a bastard from the North holding a Targaryen legacy, a dragohat promised to forever ge his destiny."It's warm, uncle! I feel it just by toug! Uncle, I will hatch this dragon, I will bring them back to the world!" Jon excimed, his voice overflowing with joy aermination. Having giant wolves and other animals was ohing, but having a living dragon? Jon had long dreamed of one. Aemon, moved, let more tears fall again from his eyes."Of course it's warm, boy... And I am sure that you will bring dragons back," Aemon said, sharing the boy's happiness."Uncle, you are happy, but I see that age is weighing on you. I don't think you will be able to hatch this egg anytime soon. That's why I want to give you something. You might not believe it, but I have some knowledge given by the Gods and uand alchemy!" Jon revealed."Alchemy?! That is extraordinary for a child of 9 namedays, Jon!" Aemon expressed his genuine admiration."It's hard to believe, uncle, but if you believe in a 9-nameday-old boy, I have a rejuvenation potion. I made it with medial herbs that I cultivated myself. I will leave this bottle here with you. As you are very old, the amount i might be harmful, so put in 100 ml and mix it with 400 ml of water. Do this once a day, for a week." Jon expihat he would deliver the potion as soon as Du returned and would ask him to retrieve it from the wagon.Jon and Aemo more hours talking, and Jon took the opportunity to take several books about the North and the Wall. He spent the entire night reading these books after taking an energy potion he had prepared himself, allowing him to stay awake all night, since his time at Castle Bck would soohe day.The day, Jon talked with Aemon, who seemed much more eic, surprising everyone in the castle. The old Maester was so cheerful that he almost seemed ready to jump, sing, and dance, leaving everyone around him astonished. It seemed that he had taken the first dose of the potion Jon had instructed him to take. Jon wao do more for the Maester, especially for his blind eyes, but knew he did not yet have the power or knowledge for such. However, he harbored the hope that, wheurned, he might one day be able to restore sight to the old Maester.Finally, Jon's group passed through the gates of Castle Bck. All the men of the Night's Watch were armed, ready for any flict, while the castle trembled slightly uhe steps of the giants and animals. Jon noticed the hatred of some watchers, some for his father being the Protector of the North, others simply for who he was. But the boy ignored everything and tinued his stay peacefully uhe prote of Jeor Mormont.As they crossed to the north of the Wall, the armiants had some difficulty passing through the tunnel due to their sizes. Ohey stepped into the northernmost part of the ti, everyone who had never been there before was surprised by the ge in the air. Jon looked at the snow-covered horizon and sighed, then began walking with the group."I hope my father does not get too angry when he finds out I crossed the wall alone, but it's necessary, and I have the most powerful escort on the ti, so I'll be fine!" Jon thought, looking at the sky. "My real adventure begins now!"

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