A pack for us (Jon IIII)

A pack for us

Jon IIII

Jon walked behind Brans wheelchair in silence. He could hear the clatter of Brans wooden wheels on the cold northern cobbles. Jon's leather boots crashed against the ancient floor. Together they descended the stairs into the crypt of Winterfell. Jon first carried Bran's wheelchair down the stairs. The wooden wheels spinning in the air. The chair was heavy, hard and hot but easy enough for Jon to carry.

Next he returned to Bran and lifted him to his chest. Bran's skinny frame weighted nothing compared to the chair, Jon could feel his bent spine through Brans overshirt.

Trying not to think about his crippled baby brother he placed him back in his chair.

Bran turned to Jon. Walk with me brother.

Without waiting for a response Bran rolled further into the darkness. Jon snatched up a torch and followed after Bran lighting the stone faces of ancient Starks.

Some were centuries old. The details of there faces lost to the decades. Swords rusted to dust in there tight stone fingers. Bran stopped in front of Rickard. There grandfather. His face stern and blade sharp.

This Jon is our grandfather. Killed by Aerys. Bran explained.

I know Bran. Jon stated with exhaustion.

Next to him is my father Ned. Bran said.

Bran and Jon turned to the grave of Eddard. His face was so real. He could almost hear his father's laughter. His father's voice. See his father's smile...

Wait...

Jon turned back to Bran.

Your father? Jon quizzed. You mean ours?

Brans face was pace and full of pity. Bran knew something. Jon felt his heart sink.

You always wondered who your mother was Jon. But you never wondered who your father was? Bran questioned.

Lord Eddard was my father. Is my father. Jon said while shaking his head.

Touch my hand Jon. You will understand.

Jon cautiously reached out and took Brans hand.

Suddenly he saw everything.

He saw the wall from the eyes of ravens. He saw his **** through the bars of Ghosts cage. He saw the moment he handed Arya needle through Nymeria. He saw his uncle and grandfather be torchered and burnt by the mad king.

He saw Lyanna. Kidnapped by Rhagar...

No...

She went to him...

She loved him...

Jon climbed the tower of joy behind a young Ned.

His name... His name is Aegon Targaryen. Ned... You have to protect him... If Robert found him... Please Ned promise me...

Jon looked down at the infant in Lyannas arms. He saw a baby he didn't recognize. But those eyes...

Those were his eyes...

Suddenly he was snapped out of the vision. Jon collapsed to the floor exhausted. Panting like a hound.

Between shakey breaths he managed to **** out a question.

Bran? Who am I?

Bran looked down at Jon and smiled.

You already know cousin...