[Chapter Size: 2231 Words]-------------------------------------------Jon Snow POVNorthern Kingdom, Icehill Farm, 289 AC, a few days ter.-------------------------------------------

  Jon slowly opened his eyes; his body seemed relut tet that the boy had pushed his limits. The pain was still intense, but pared to the brink of death as far as he could remember, it was bearable. Now, staring at the familiar ceiling, he knew he was in some room on the farm. With a sigh, he thought, 'At least, they survived the attack...' With this solemn thought, he admitted that his pain and near-death experiences were worth it.

  sidering his state at the end of the battle, Jon figured he must have been in this bed for at least a few days. Even with the accelerated healing from his magic, he had pushed his body, mind, and spirit to the limit and beyond; it had almost killed him.

  Turning his gaze away from the ceiling, Jon excimed, "!"

  He was quickly startled by the sight around him. He hadn't noticed before, but in the room, there were fiant furballs around the bed; evidently, his giant wolves were making sure everything was okay and proteg him.

  The boy couldn't help but be touched by this; he began to realize he was f his own family, even if it wasn't made of his blood or his own kind.

  Uo suppress a small ugh, he thought the room he was in must be the biggest on the farm to aodate his fiant wolves. 'I doubt anything else would fit in here now,' he chuckled at his own joke.

  The wolves, who had been dozing, quickly raised their heads with their master ughing softly; seeing the boy awake, in an instant, the bed was surrounded by wolves standing at their full 2-meter height.

  Joheir eyes iing him and saw in those various colors; seeing the boy smile at the sight, the wolves approached more, and they all started lig his face. Jon couldn't help but burst into a happy ugh at this moment, which he returned by petting each of them.

  Even surrounded by wolves, the boy's attention was stolen when Caraxes appeared at the window, screaming with jealousy for attention; his bird seemed like some kind of mother.

  Jon never had the experience of being scolded by a mother, but he believed it would be simir to what was happening now when his partner began giving a lecture through their e on how Jon had bee reckless and nearly died multiple times.

  Jon patiently listeo his friend; he was right, an 8-nameday boy couldn't do what he did. However, he didn't regret it and would do it all agaie the risks. He did exactly what he felt in his heart and would do everything to have s in his life.

  Slowly getting up after petting Caraxes, who was already at the head of the wooden bed scolding the boy, Jon, still feeling pains throughout his body, limped a bit with his small childlike body. It was at this moment that he heard a horse causing a otion outside the house. He walked to the window after his wolves gave some space, stig his head out and seeing what was happening. Jon could only hear voices and the neighing of a horse at the entrance of the main house until then.

  "GREG! What do we do with this horse? It's been trying to get in every day." He heard one of Dult's sons shout.

  "For the gods' sake, and today it's even worse, damn! I don't know what the boy did with the horse, but it became like this after they ha to him, Dult." Hearing a new voice that he didn't yet have in his memories, he figured it would be Greg, the man who hahe ercial agreements in this pce.

  Jon heard and then saw this person from his window; with some effort, he could see the entrance of the house, which turned out to be a ical se as it was a view of four men trying to hold back a horse that wao forcefully ehrough the door. The boy could only smile at this.

  "It seems this nag reized a new owner now. He acts as if he could fit in that room that is currently filled with giant wolves! By the gods, the d even has the wolves we only heard about in a legends!" Dult excimed.

  Jon, diverting his eyes from the entrance of the house, looked at the field and saw that the harvest was almost all stored in the barns. He was sure they would sell everything soon. His thought made him happy for the family, but ohing bothered him: how Lucas reacted when he lost sciousness. 'I wonder if he survived...' His thoughts turned dark at this moment, causing his smile to fade.

  Without further dey, he quickly navigated through the wolves with a bit of difficulty due to the limited space. Thearted walking towards the door; the wolves didn't fail to apany him from behind, while Caraxes flew to the window, waiting for him to leave the house quickly.

  The boy stepped out, hoping to find someone as soon as possible to uand the situation, as it wouldn't be possible with these furballs around him in the room. Passing through the corridor, Joered the main hall, where he fortunately found all the women, boys, and girls, engaged in activities like sewing and pying among the children.

  When they noticed him, their eyes widened quickly, and even before they could say anything, Jon interrupted them with a raised palm. "First, I'm gd everyone is okay; now, if we o talk, let's do it outside because I am apanied by many space octs." Jon couldn't help but ugh at this ent, and seeing the corridor lined with giant wolves, as only one could pass at a time, he tried to ease the tension the women and children had in their eyes as they looked at the wolves right behind him, which was uandable, especially after they found out how these wolves mutited four bandits.

  Stepping outside and being followed by everyone behind their animals, soon Jon was surprising the rest of the family and the horse neighing with joy when it saw him. He passed by all the young and adult men ao the animal, patting its head, then tio a more open area with his animals. Soon, more people who were elsewhere on the farm came to him. Now, all the people of Icehill gathered to talk to him.

  All the men who participated itle were injured in some way while sp some poor bandages, which this farm could offer until then. Jon was happier to see that Lucas survived and was among them. Unfortunately, he walked with a limp, and it's quite possible that he'll stay that way for the rest of his life, but he still lived in the end.

  No one said anything, not after all Jon did for the family; they waited for him to say something. Jon was a little nervous with this attention; he never had to speak in publi his life. Robb was trained for that, not him. Jon sighed and began speaking heless.

  "I-I'm gd we mao get out of such a critical situation. I ask how many days I was unscious?" Jon said somewhat unfortable uhe gaze of everyone in the family.

  "Miraculous, Jon, you were in bed for 2 days!" Dult's girl, the one Jon's age, excimed with a red blush on her face.

  "Miraculous Jon? Why are you callihat?" Jon found this sudden niame strange.

  "Because you're our miracle, d. You, first, give us a harvest like her seen; sed, you save us from bandits when all odds are against us; third, y us legends we thought were just myths like magid giant wolves!" Dult said, looking at those wolves sitting around. Never in his life did he imagihat such fierce creatures would be so fortable near people, but that, thanks to little Jon, arent. "And fourth, you saved Lucas from certaih!" He smiled at Jon.

  Jon, in tur very embarrassed by the reition. Dult liked that; even with all the inexplicable things the boy could do, he was still a boy at the end of the day. With his smile, he asked, "Little Jon, from what I saw, it was the first time you took someone's life. I'm not sure if ye is appropriate for that, but after that, you must be sidered a true man. So, why not tell me how it went?" He asked with the same smile.

  Jon was surprised by the question and didn't know how to feel. It was a strange feeling; there was no joy, but there was also no sadness whehought about why he did what he did. However, he didn't have time to voice his thoughts because Dult's wife quickly gave Dult a sp on the back of the head, making him win pain and fear. "Is that something you ask a boy?!" She growled. Everyone ughed at that, and Joally thanked himself for not answering that question. He wasn't sure about his feelings on that yet.

  Still ughing at Dult's antics, Jon quickly asked about some things that happened after he passed out. "HAHA, what happeo that bandit with the broken leg?" Jon asked, thinking there was still one ma from the group.

  "We tied him up; he's in ay room, and with a broken leg, he 't do much. Instead of killing him, we'll hand him over to our lord's forces," Greg said, and when siletled, Lucas asked a question that had been b him since he mao survive. "Little Jon, where did you get that bow? If it weren't for that on you got, we would be dead. But you satisfy this old man's curiosity?" Lucas asked with his crutch by his side.

  "You must already know about my abilities with animals, right? I also see their memories, so I ected with the animals around the farm and found in the memories I iigated. There was the body of a soldier buried to the east over time, with an old bow, some arrows he body caught in roots with a sword buried. Fortunately, it wasn't affected much by time, and I realized it could be used, as you withere was leather armor buried along with the body, but Jon didn't have time. He also hid the fact that he almost died in the process wheook the memories of the animals, as he didn't want to scare these people even more.

  Siletled in the group once again. The families were marveling at Jon's abilities and powers. Many might judge him as a demon or having evil powers, but where would these families be if not for the boy? Jon has only beed this farm since he arrived, how could these people have the heart to mistreat this humble, kind, and god-blessed child. Everyone on the farm had the same thought. Dult took a step forward and spoke, "Even being an 8-nameday child, I would like to thank on behalf of all these families, little Jon. You not only helped us but saved everyone's life while Greg and I were away. We couldn't imagine our lives with all our retives dead." He bowed with his forehead on the ground.

  Jon was surprised by this dispy. "Please, sir, this is not necessa...!" Jon couldn't finish because everyone in front of him made the same gesture. Jon, an 8-nameday boy surrounded by fiant adult wolves, a horse, and an eagle cirg above his head while more than a dozen people k before him, thought, 'Maybe this world isn't as bad as I thought...' He smiled with tenderness at this thought.-------------------------------------------Some time ter.-------------------------------------------

  Jon stayed one more day on the farm, talking with the families and helping with the final part of the harvest as much as he could, as he was very tired from the battle.

  Jon finally had his preap, a new horse that wao be with him in any way. The families smiled at this iion ahe horse apany Jon, who seemed very happy about it.

  Not failing to notice how strahe situation was, as it seemed the horse was much more intelligent than it was aced to be or how the horse seemed weak in endurance, but now it was a very eiimal. However, everythied to the beautiful-eyed child was magical and couldn't be expined by on sense.

  The families made sure to leave some money with him as well. The day, he departed. He bid farewell to everyohe families wanted him to stay, but Jon had his mission, and thanks to it, he got to meet fun people who didn't judge him for his bastard status. So, finally, he headed north with a heart not as dark as it used to be.

  Little Jon had no idea that his as on the farm would cause a stir throughout the North.