A pack for us (Jon II)

A pack for us

Jon II

Jon snow sat with his back to the ancient werewood staring into the smooth black pool.

How many Starks have stared into these waters seeking wisdom? Had Torrhen? Before he road south with 20,000 northerns had he prayed by this very tree? Were the old god's just as responsible for him kneeling as the targaryen dragons?

Impossible. Jon muttered to himself.

How could the old god's have known of the dragons? The werewoods were all gone in the south. Felled by first men.

Except for the Isle of faces.

Jon had an odd thought did the old god's know what was headed north? Did they warn him? If so why?

He shook his head. It was not his place to question the old god's. He'd seen ****. He'd stared it down and it didn't even blink. It's wasn't the old god's who saved him. Nor the new. This lord of light. What plan did he have for Jon?

His introspection was cut short by a cold nose pushing against his hand. Ghost had followed him from the dinning hall and now sat silently next to him. His albino fur mixed with snow to create a white more brilliant than Jon could imagine. But those eyes. The red still as bright and hot as ever. Like bloody flames trapped in a white wall.

It reminded him of the night king. The great other. His eyes were blue. Bluer than even Sansa's. They were cold and dead filled with a swirling storm of icy rage. Even the thought of those eyes chilled Jon to his bones even through his long coat and mail.

Jon dipped his bare fingers into the freezing cold black pool. Father always said Winterfell was warmed by an underground hot spring. So why was this pool so cold?

He and Robb once convinced Bran and Rickon it was so cold because the spirts from the crypt were trapped in the water waiting for young Starks to steal the bodies of.

An impossible tale that had them both punished by maester Luwin.

As the cold water moved he saw his and ghosts once still reflection dance on the water. Stretching, shrinking and spinning.

In the corner of the pond he glanced a figure.

Arya.