[Chapter Size: 4082 Words]-------------------------------------------Third Person POVNorthern Kingdom, Icehill Farm, 289 AC, the day.-------------------------------------------Jon noticed how people were looking in his dire now; he felt unfortable since yesterday's events. The looks had ged a lot sihey saw the newly pnted harvest; people went from a look with a shine of disbelief to adoration from everyone in the families. Some expressed fear and caution, but that didn't st long, and it bothered him quite a bit. How could it not?
For everyone on the farm now, Jon, who was a handsome and uniquely looking boy, not only intelligent and kind but simply appeared out of nowhere, lost. People here felt pity and sympathized with him, and strangely, the field they had just pheir seeds in, which they didn't expect to see a sprout from the ground until the moon, transformed when they saw it that m. The field had magically blossomed, filling with their grain-den pnts ready to be harvested.
The crops flourished like a sign from the Old Gods for the farm. Everyone believed that the boy was now blessed by the Gods. And not just that, besides the fields den with crops, which Johe whole day using his powers while resting a few hours, the soil had its own ge in their nds. They could feel a different soil; it was as if the soil was saying that it would bring ahy and stronger child to this world as soon as they pnted in it.
Soon the families were in an uproar. The harvest that was scheduled to be collected in 3 moons, and the st batches were already leaving Torrhen Square. After seeing their fields magically transf yesterday, now everyone was rushing to take this batd include it in the shipment that was leaving with these grains. It would be very weloney for the uping moons and the transformation of the farm. They now had 6 crop areas with 100% grain yield, which was 30 times rger than what they did in 4 shipments per year. The small farm could produce 120 times mrains in a year than it used to.
Now that the surreal image of their harvest appearing in their yard ht, they had to harvest as fast as possible to deliver it to their lord, Helman Tallhart. They didn't have the capacity to store their grains, let alone su absurd amount like this now, despite the warehouse being rge. The quantity now would be like trying to fit 30 stocked farms, let alone Icehill Farm itself. They would end up losing everything or a part of it until they could fetch these grains.
Jon joihe other boys in the harvest in the following days. Everyone was happy and talked to him. The adults treated him like a magical child because, as surreal as Jon's gifts seemed, the child never brought harm to the families. On the trary, the harvest event and his versations with all the children did a lot of good for them.
Jon also learhat in the few days, neighbors eared at the farm like any other normal day were astonished by the families' harvest, as they had never seen anything like it. Rumors soon spread like wildfires in the region. Many travelers and curious people passed by the roads in front of the loaded harvest in 6 pnting areas, being harvested by all the families, sg ah the sight.
Dult, who wasted no time, took the families' savings and rode to the city to talk t about the news. The business head was iating the st seeds of the old batch with his lord's casteln. As he was not aware of what was happening with the harvest now, they would o talk directly to him, along with Lord Tallhart, and request a new shipment of carts to distribute to the ste points. Dult would also buy the map for Jon. He owed it to the boy after everything. It was the least to do after Jon did for the farm.
Thus, 4 days passed after Dult went south towards the city, and Jon tinued helping the families harvest their grains in their barns and even in their houses, due to the increasing size of the stock. Unfortunately, the families also didn't have a mill for the grains, which would be more profitable for them by delivering their shipments at a higher value. However, that would ge from now on, as with this kind of harvest, they would never go hungry or needy again as before. They would have enough moo fortify the entire farm with their needs. Jon didn't mind at all that the families would make much more than just a map. He had to do this for the family that warmed his heart a little after a long time. He was still a boy longing for the love of a family, and the women, even without knowing him, treated him kindly, something that had never happened in Winterfell. Of course, there were servant girls who sympathized with the Stark bastard iark seat, but everyone should keep their opinions to themselves under Lady Catelyn's watchful eyes.
He was happy for the families. He had only Caraxes, the 4 giant wolves, Arya, and his father, who was his father figure. But his father's love was very absent due to his work as the North's protector, and he even uood, but he couldn't help but feel his absence. And here, these families showed that even a bastard could be well-treated, even before making their fields abundant with grains. The families already embraced him and treated him well. Jon had one of his happiest moments in his life. He worked in the field, even though the families told him not to do anything, as they believed the child was blessed and didn't want to ahe gods by making him work for them after everything. However, Jon insisted on his decisions, refusing to stand idly by. How could he stand still while the families, who gave him something he almost never received from others, worked hard in the field while he stood still?
Jon, in these st 4 days, smiled more than he smiled in his whole life. He worked, pyed, and talked with everyone. Unfortunately, he often found himself thinking about what Dult had proposed. He saw himself several times accepting his offer, but he had to tinue his jourer. The gods gave him the opportunity to have these moments; now he had to fulfill his mission with them.
A few more days passed, with a rge part of the field already harvested. Jon was currently pying sword (a stick) with the boys and teenagers. He demonstrated his taleirely with feng there, something that even scared the present adults. This same adult was once a soldier and used to train with uards. Jon would beat all the boys and teenagers, only losing to Lucas when he wao test the boy himself. However, the boy was only defeated due tth and size terms, but Jon proved to be far superior in teique. This even scared Lucas, the adult trained for a few years to bee a soldier and khat Jon was a much superior talent than him, even with 8 days to his name.
Lucas wasted no time and told everyone how Jon could bee a legendary knight of the ti iure. This gained more admiration from the boys, and the girls were all already fasated with Jon's tales in the past few days. He told about chivalry in the south that he read in books and some that his sister Sansa used to daydream about in the castle.
However, some time ter, while everyone was talking and pying iraining area with wooden swords, Jon suddenly frowhis did not go unnoticed by the people around who were talking to him. Jon received a mental message from Caraxes, who was in the sky and saw through his eyes. Caraxes had grown even more i week; he already looked like a young eagle in size, rge enough to soar the region in a few attitudes and could eve his animal sound now. This was also surprising for the families. In a few days, everyone had to be more careful with Caraxes' size now, as the eagle had no sense of the current size and lived breaking something being careless. Fortunately, this always resulted in even mhter from the spectators. Everyone knew about the strangeness of the animal's ultra-fast growth. However, Jon and everything around him were something they couldn't take in on sense.
Jon saw through Caraxes' eyes that he was 1000 meters high, a breathtaking sight for him. However, he wasn't ed about that at the moment. He saw a group of horses ing towards the farm at a distance of 5 kilometers through eagle eyes along a trail in the Wolfswood. He felt a premonition from the group as soon as he set his eyes on it and khat nothing good was ing from it. There were 12 men, all armed and looking like bandits, as he saw his father execute some. His first rea was fear, fear for the families and for himself. He looked at everyone around him thinking about what he could do now, something that Luoticed.
"Jon! Is something wrong?" - Lucas asked.
"Ser Lucas, there's a group of bandits heading our way. I know it's hard to believe, but I see through Caraxes' eyes like a warg from the legends, and my eagle showed me the group of 12 armed men ing here. They don't look like any soldier from any house. With their current speed, they should arrive in 10 minutes!" He calcuted after a few seds and said, almost choking with nervousness.
What followed, in turn, was frightening in front of all the people who heard. Lucas knew Jon had his secrets, and seeing through animals was really like one of the legends of the North known as the a wargs. But he couldn't waste time questioning Jon because he trusted the boy with all his heart. A talented child, never seen before; even the sons of lords never showed 10% of what Jon could do at his age. He khis because he worked as a guard for his lord. Looking at the boy, he gave a sad smile to Jon.
'This young man was very humble in his eyes, even calling me Ser. When I was just a simple guard.' Lucas thought with a sad smile.
Jon always refused to talk about his family or the reason foing to the great wall. He couldn't uand how a rge family could send a child away like this, ning him to the frozen wall. Now, they were in danger, and he o get Jon out of here.
"Take all the children and women to the basement and lock it, quickly!" As soon as Lucas used those words, the whole pce turned into chaos. The older children grabbed the children and women from the harvest, barn, and kit to take them to the basement in one of the houses. Unfortunately, the family was very poor and had only three horses, and two were with Greg and Dult. If that were not the case, everyone could escape. After that, everyone who would fight the attack gathered in the fields.
Jon was looking bnkly at the situation, whiow was 5 against the 12 bandits. Even a child knows that bandits have much more experien terms of looting and fighting than the group. Farmers would be cut like scrolls so easy for outws. Scared, Jon said:
"Ser Lucas, we o call for help. With our numbers, the battle would be a massacre!" Jon said in desperation, as he shouldn't. He was scared, as were the eyes
of all the other young ones who would fight.
"Little Jon, that's where you e in. You'll take the horse and run to my lord's city to ask for help!" He said firmly, and Jon looked at him pale. 'Was he going to escape safely while the families that embraced him would be massacred?' The boy thought."No, Ser, I refuse to do that. Let one of the little ones do it!" He said relutly.
"Jon, you've already done a lot for this family. You don't have to die today. Remember, Jon, with what I've seen of you, I believe you be the future of the North. The North has suffered for thousands of years with its harsh and cold nd, and now we have a child sent by the Gods here. You may not save this family, but you save others. Help other families, Jon, and families like ours will have less ce of fag this kind of fate!" Lucas said firmly and then turo arm himself and create a barrier with his sons and nephew against the bandits. He ran off without giving Jon a ce to respond. Jon looked at his back while tears were falling from his face. He saw the adult sons preparing for the attack as well. Everyone was nervous; they were farmers and not warriors. The children and the two women were g and screaming in despair as they ran to hide when they were taken before. Everyone khey were going to die there.
Jon turned ao the stable with a bnk mind. He saw the only horse; the animal was also restless, knowing that this animal was scared. Jon hadn't been to the stables i few days, so he didn't get a ce to see the horse. Seeing the state of the horse, he petted it to try to calm the animal, but he himself was nervous. He didn't want to die, but he also thought he was a coward io the stable while the families were going to die in this pce as soon as he left.
Unbeknownst to Joablished a e with the horse; his vision ged, and he saw himself through the eyes of the animal in front of him. A boy with bck hair, gray eyes, and that green circle around his eyes that highlighted his appearance, but he saw his current state; his expression, he saw himself scared.
As Jon shared the horse's vision, he saw his own image. He wondered what would happen if he went to the city and asked for help, even though he khe answer. When he finally returned with help, what would be the state of the farm and the people who weled him a few days ago? He would bring help and soldiers, but possibly at what cost? Wheurned, would he find only ashes and bodies? Lucas told him to go help other families and that the North needs him, but could he live with the deaths of oners who protected him and gave him a ce to escape at the expense of their wives and children? Would he have a heart to live like that? Jon knew he couldn't. He o fight for this family, even in fear.
He remembered that his father once said to him and Robb when they went to see the crypts for the first time. Lord Stark apahem, and the two boys were scared to death of finding some ghosts among their aors on that occasion. Lord Stark, seeing the state of his boys, said:
"Boys, I know you're scared, and this will happen many times in your lives, but remember, without fear, there is no ce..."
Jon opened a sad smile in front of the horse. His father's advice didn't help those two boys much, as it took them 10 mio take their first step with their father into the crypts at that time.
Even with the vision of himself through the horse, Jon knew he couldn't run away, even being a fearful child, he had to do something. Jon tried to reason about the situation; Lucas and the older sons of the families were preparing for the bandits' attack. He khat ohey died, the bandits would do horrible things to the rest of the families. Jon had to do something; he swore to himself that he would stop it at any cost. He closed his eyes with determination; he needed his magic more than ever.
Wherengthehe 6 crop areas, he passed out from exhaustion after the excessive use of his magic, even with breaks. In the end, the boy couldn't stay scious. Dult tried to stop him because the boy seemed increasingly tired with each area he used his powers, but Jon wao finish everything on the first day. That was days ago, and he was rested from that mental burden still, but even so, the boy began to feel that his powers were increasing with each passing day. He realized that as he reached his limit, like a muscle, it increased its density after recovery.
He knew he still had many limits, but he o push them beyond his capacity at this moment too. First, he tried to find his wolves, who had beeo roam the region and hunt for days. He found them with his e after 1 minute of searg; his e with them was strohan with Caraxes now; his Stark blood had weight in it. He immediately asked for their help, and the wolves, as soon as they felt the signal from the human they sidered their master, went at full speed in that dire; they were far away and would take a while to arrive. Jon cursed himself, not bming the wolves, but for the situation that was against him.
He o do more; after taking a deep breath, closing his eyes, he focused on the region of the farm. He o find anything that could help him here to dey the attack. He knew he couldn't do that at his age and current state, but still, Jon did it. First came the horrible headache over him, and even so, he did it. After a few seds, his arted to bleed a lot from the effort aal expenditure, but in the midst of pain and blood, he tinued, already entering an almost unscious state while screaming internally in pain. He began to realize that he wouldn't be able to stay scious for much lohat, in the end, he made a mistake.
Losing sight and everything going dark, just when he was about to faint, he had a faint glimpse of remembering the despair of the children and women, saying to himself that they depended on him at this moment. Only he could save everyone here from a horrible death, feeling that he o keep doing this, he fought with all his strength to stay scious.Even in pain and blood, his screams were no longer mental; he was screaming in pain in that stable without aig, as he was far from the other people, and his friends were too nervous to pay attention. He was fighting to stay scious. Some time ter, his blood formed a puddle on the floor; his head felt like it would burst at any moment as he struggled to maintain bance. He wao scream even more to calm all his body pain. He even wondered if an adult would endure what he endured.
"Why did you o gh this suffering?" A voice was heard in his head, and he responded with another question. "Why wouldn't I?" He retorted. Wasn't it he who sacrificed his dignity to save Hodor? He would never five himself if his bastard status affected Hodor, who was also i. And now he would never five himself if he ran away like a coward from the situation, afraid of the bandits without doing anything.
His pain began to pass along with the nosebleed, and his world started to stop spinning. He did it; he found a solution that could help a little here. When he used his power amid the pain, Jon forced himself to enter as many living beings as possible around the farm and searched their memories to find something that would help them in battle. Due t so many minds, even if they are animals, and reag an area of hundreds of meters with his power, receiving so many memories from these living beings at the same time was like a bomb exploding in his head. He had never felt so exhausted in his life.
He also wao make all those living beings fight for him, but unfortunately, he didn't have enough power for that; he could only use their memories here. However, he achieved his goal after eg with more than 200 creatures of all species. Just that; it's a giant effect for an 8-year-old boy who almost died in the process. Jon, who almost fell to the ground and k in his own blood, but with little time to rest, got up sweating and out of breath. He looked at the horse that had been watg him the whole time, realizing that the animal was a little calmer than before. He had no more strength to force the horse through a e to take the boy where he o go, the pce he wao go, not far from the farm but difficult for a huided by a human to reach.
However, without Jon's knowledge, his e with the horse was not severed in the middle of the process. He didn't have the power to activate it with the poor horse, but the horse itself felt his emotions and saw what he po help the people of the farm while the boy suffered. So, to his surprise, the horse walked slowly beside Jon and leaned so that the boy could climb on him. Surprised and smiling at the animal, Jon barely mao get on him, so the horse followed where Jon had set as his goal and trotted in that dire at the highest speed possible while the boy was almost unscious on his back.
Seeing that he didn't o use the e on the horse, he gathered a little mental strength to once agaihe situation through Caraxes. Jon was calg his pn; he o get to his goal to the East. He had his wolves ing from the North as well; the bandits were ing from the West. He had Caraxes in the air, so he calcuted that if Johe bandits, they wouldn't attack immediately; they would assess the situation of the farm to catch the family off guard, and that would give Jon a few preinutes with him and his wolves. So, he focused on his goal while the horse headed east on its own.
-------------------------------------------Lucas POVIcehill Farm, 289 DC, at the same moment.-------------------------------------------Lucas reparing the siege with the boys; they used machetes, axes, and scythes, which were farm tools. Unfortunately, only he had a sword, and they were looking for something to use as a shield; the only bow on the farm was with Greg, as they didn't hunt much. Lucas saw how the young ones were trembling with fear; this was the cruel life, and they couldn't ge anything. He saw the boy mounting the horse strangely and gallopi when he should go south.
"Well... That doesn't matter, as long as he survive is what matters. We're a lost cause here, but let's kill some bastards before we die," he excimed as he looked at the forest from where the bandits would appear and cursed himself for not having any le ons. He imagihey would never need such a on, but seeing the situation they were in now, he looked at the fertile field that was full of grains that had not yet been harvested. Lucas sighed, letting only a wandering ent linger: "Seems like abundance be a curse when there are greedy people around... at least the boy has a future and will live." He looked at the sky as he said these words.
