บท 15: Chapter 14
Alone in his room at Winterfell, Jon's heart was practically doing backflips. He took a deep breath, mentally steeling himself for what was about to unfold.
"Hestia," he whispered, his voice a mix of nerves and excitement. "Summon the Character Card of Selina Kyle."
A soft glow sprang to life, filling the room with a warm, golden light. Jon blinked, and there she was: Selina Kyle, looking like she just stepped out of a blockbuster movie. If Ana de Armas had decided to play Catwoman, this was her. Jon's jaw nearly hit the floor. Selina was even more stunning in person, her emerald eyes and that leather outfit hugging her curves in all the right ways. The whip at her waist? Pure class.
"Selina Kyle," Jon said, trying not to stammer like a fanboy. "It's incredible to meet you."
Selina gave him a knowing smile. "Jon," she replied, her voice smoother than a silk sheet. "I'm at your service. Just say what you need, and I'll get it done."
Jon's mind raced with questions, but he kept his cool. Okay, this is real. Selina Kyle is actually here. What's next? Maybe I should ask her if she's into medieval fantasy? Nah, focus, Jon.*
"Hestia," he thought, "Why is Selina being so obedient and... well, subservient?"
Hestia's voice chimed in his head, as calm as ever. "Selina's behavior is a result of the summoning spell. As a character summoned to your side, she's bound to follow your commands."
Jon nodded, trying to shake off his lingering excitement.
"Selina," he said, focusing on the task at hand, "I need you to go to Ser Arthur Dayne's campsite. Introduce yourself as my childhood friend, Selena Snow, and tell him you'll be joining us on our journey to Essos. He'll fill you in on the details. Can you handle that?"
"Absolutely," Selina replied with a confident nod. "I'll get on it right away."
As Selina slipped out of his room with a grace that was almost otherworldly, Jon couldn't help but grin. Seeing her in real life—living out his ultimate crush—was surreal. Is this what it's like to live in a fanfic? I mean, I could get used to this.
Jon flopped onto his bed, his mind buzzing with excitement about the Gacha roll and what it might bring him next. He was exhilarated at the idea of blending his modern-day knowledge with the fantastical elements of this world. As he drifted off to sleep, his dreams were filled with a mix of Selina Kyle's captivating presence and the thrilling possibilities awaiting him in this strange new life.
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Jon woke up in his room at Winterfell, sunlight sneaking through the gaps in the heavy curtains like it was trying to play peekaboo. A whole month had passed since he'd been shoved into Jon Snow's body, and let's just say, life had been one big chaotic adventure. Today, though, was special—today was Gacha roll day.
He sat up, heart doing a little happy dance. This was like waiting for the release of the next big superhero movie or that long-awaited game update. Jon had been counting down the days, and now, the moment had finally arrived. He checked his Gacha points and saw he had 1200—enough for 12 rolls. He decided to go big and roll ten items, saving 200 points for later, like a careful gamer preparing for the ultimate loot drop.
"Alright, Hestia," Jon thought, trying to contain his excitement like it was a spoiler he didn't want to give away. "Let's see what kind of epic loot we get. Initiate the Gacha roll for ten items."
The colorful wheel spun up, a neon blur of lights and colors. It was like one of those flashy slot machines, but way cooler because it could actually give him superpowers or allies. Jon watched with bated breath as the wheel slowed down, each prize flashing before him in a dizzying array.
When the wheel finally came to a halt, Jon's eyes almost popped out of his head.
1. Character Card: Diana of Themyscira/Wonder Woman (DC Comics)
The image of Wonder Woman appeared, her armor gleaming and her stance radiating confidence. Jon's jaw nearly dropped to the floor. He'd seen Wonder Woman on screen and read about her in comics, but seeing her as part of his Gacha roll was like winning the lottery and a superhero sidekick all at once.
"Hestia, this is legit, right?" Jon asked internally, his excitement barely contained. "Did I seriously just pull Wonder Woman?"
"Yes, Jon," Hestia's voice replied, calm and assured in his head. "Diana of Themyscira, also known as Wonder Woman, is now available to you. Her strength, combat skills, and wisdom will be valuable assets in your journey."
Jon's mind was racing. Wonder Woman was like his ultimate fanboy dream come true. Having her on his side felt like he'd just unlocked an epic cheat code in the game of life. He could already imagine how having an Amazonian warrior could totally shift the odds in his favor.
As he stared at the glowing image of Wonder Woman, Jon couldn't help but grin. This was going to be one hell of an adventure.
So, not only am I stuck in a fantasy world, but now I've got Wonder Woman on my team. Not bad for a day's work, huh? This is definitely going to make things a lot more interesting. Time to see how this epic crossover plays out.
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Jon's gaze was locked on the Gacha interface, watching the wheel spin like a high-tech carnival prize machine. Every color and flash was like a mini light show, and he could hardly believe he was living out this fantasy in a medieval world. His brain was still trying to process that he wasn't just a 16-year-old in a boring high school anymore but a guy with the chance to pull some serious game-changing loot.
As the wheel slowed down, Jon leaned in, heart pounding. The next item started to materialize, and Jon's eyes widened when he saw—
2. Item: 5 Character Customization Cards
Jon blinked, trying to wrap his head around it. "Hestia, what's the lowdown on these Character Customization Cards?" he asked, like he was trying to decode a new video game feature.
Hestia's voice was as smooth as ever, almost like she was giving him the secret cheat codes. "These cards allow you to create detailed backstories for any summoned character, ensuring they fit naturally into this world. They help you avoid any glaring inconsistencies or awkward questions about their presence in Westeros or Essos."
Jon's mind raced with possibilities. So, I can give Wonder Woman and Selina Kyle epic backstories that'll make them blend in like they've always been here? Sweet. This was like having a backstage pass to the best show ever, and now he had the power to make sure everyone's story fit perfectly into the plot.
"That's pretty epic," Jon said, grinning like a kid in a candy store. "This is going to make things way smoother."
With Wonder Woman and the Character Customization Cards in his inventory, Jon felt like he was on a winning streak. Things were definitely looking up. Bring on the next adventure. I'm ready to make this world my own epic saga.
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Jon's fingers were practically dancing with anticipation as he set up for the next Gacha roll. After scoring Wonder Woman and the Customization Cards, he was ready to see what other game-changing loot awaited him.
The wheel whirred and slowed, and the next item began to materialize.
3. Sling Ring (MCU)
Jon's eyes widened, and his jaw dropped in pure geeky awe. "Holy smokes, a Sling Ring?" he said, trying to contain his inner fanboy. "Hestia, this isn't the ring that can open portals, is it?"
Hestia's voice answered, cool and collected, like she was giving him the scoop on the latest blockbuster. "Yes, Jon. The Sling Ring allows you to create portals to any location you can vividly picture. It's incredibly useful for bypassing physical travel and moving between places instantly."
Jon slipped the ring onto his finger, feeling a rush of exhilaration. Great, now I'm basically Doctor Strange. If only I could do this in real life, I'd skip all the traffic and annoying errands. The possibilities were endless: no more long, perilous journeys or dealing with those annoying travel hiccups. Just open a portal and boom—right where he needed to be.
"Man, this is going to make my life so much easier," Jon said, grinning from ear to ear. I might actually start using this thing to avoid family dinners. Just pop to the nearest pizza place and back before anyone notices!
With the Sling Ring now in his arsenal, Jon felt a surge of confidence. His future was looking even more promising, and he was more than ready to tackle whatever came next. Who needs boring old travel when you've got a magical ring? On to the next roll!
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Jon's excitement was palpable as he waited for the Gacha wheel to make its final stop. He leaned in, heart pounding, as if the wheel's slow descent was the ultimate cliffhanger in his favorite series.
The wheel finally clicked to a halt, and the fourth prize came into view.
4. Character Card: Victor Creed/Sabertooth (X-Men)
Jon's eyes widened as the card materialized. "Sabertooth," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "This guy's got some serious power—insane strength, regeneration, and claws that could make a tiger jealous. But he's also kind of a loose cannon."
Hestia's voice rang in his head, calm as always. "Victor Creed, also known as Sabertooth, is a formidable ally with significant combat prowess. However, his aggressive nature could be a double-edged sword."
Jon mulled over the new addition to his roster. "So, I've got a super-strong, feral badass on my side. But what if—just hear me out—I could somehow assimilate his powers without letting his chaotic side take over? It'd be like leveling up in a video game, but without all the glitches."
He thought about the possibilities. If I can channel Sabertooth's strength and keep his wilder instincts in check, this could seriously up my game.
Then a thought struck him. "Hestia, is this Sabertooth the one played by Tyler Mane or Liev Schreiber?"
Hestia's voice answered with a hint of amusement, "The Sabertooth you've summoned is based on Liev Schreiber's portrayal."
Jon grinned. "Ah, so I'm getting the one with a sharp mind and even sharper claws. This is going to be interesting."
With Sabertooth's card now in his arsenal, Jon felt a rush of excitement. His team was growing stronger, and he was ready to make the most of every advantage. The future was looking incredibly promising, and he was ready for whatever came next.
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Jon's eyes were locked on the spinning Gacha wheel, his heart racing with that familiar mix of thrill and dread. It was like waiting for the latest superhero movie to drop, but way cooler because he was actually in the movie now.
The wheel finally slowed, and the fifth item came into focus.
5. Newt Scamander's Suitcase (Fantastic Beasts Series)
Jon's jaw nearly hit the floor. "Whoa, Newt Scamander's Suitcase? This is seriously epic!" he exclaimed, his excitement barely contained. "It's like getting a cheat code for magical creature storage."
Hestia's voice was the calm voice of reason amidst his excitement. "The Suitcase is enchanted with an extension charm. It can contain a vast number of magical creatures and artifacts. Each compartment is tailored to the needs of different magical beings."
Jon's mind whirred with possibilities. This is like having a portable magical zoo. "Perfect for storing my Warg Bonds and any other creatures we pick up. No more juggling between multiple bags or dealing with storage issues."
He grinned at the thought of having everything neatly stowed away. Imagine the convenience of having a magical suitcase that's bigger on the inside. I could have an army of allies or a whole arsenal of magical goodies without lugging them around like some kind of overburdened mule.
Jon couldn't help but feel a rush of satisfaction as he added the Suitcase to his collection. Each new item was like a power-up in the game of life. With each roll, he was stacking the odds in his favor. The future was looking brighter and far more organized, and Jon was ready to tackle whatever came his way—armed to the teeth with gadgets and allies that would make even the most seasoned adventurer jealous.
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Jon was practically vibrating with excitement as he stared at the Gacha interface, each roll of the wheel sending a thrill through him. *This is like the ultimate loot box, but without the annoying microtransactions,* he thought, eagerly watching the sixth roll slow to a stop.
The card materialized, and Jon's eyes widened as he read the name.
6. Character Card: Slade Wilson/Deathstroke (DC Comics)
"Deathstroke? No freaking way!" Jon blurted out, a grin spreading across his face. This guy is basically Batman if Batman decided to stop holding back and start taking names. Hardcore.
Hestia's voice interrupted his inner monologue, calm and as precise as always. "Deathstroke, also known as Slade Wilson, is a highly skilled mercenary with enhanced physical abilities and a genius-level tactical mind. He could be a significant asset."
Jon couldn't help the flood of thoughts racing through his mind. Imagine having Deathstroke's skills in Westeros. I could pull off all kinds of badassery and look good doing it. Plus, the guy's practically a one-man army. Slade Wilson with a sword? Yeah, that's gonna make things interesting.
He considered the potential for combining Deathstroke's tactical brilliance with Sabertooth's raw, savage power. This is like building the ultimate video game character, except I'm the one in the driver's seat. If I can tap into both their abilities, I'll be unstoppable.
Jon's grin widened. "Looks like things are finally swinging in my favor," he muttered under his breath, his voice slipping back into the more somber tones of the character he now inhabited.
But inside, his modern-day teenage self was doing backflips. Wonder Woman, Sabertooth, and now Deathstroke? Westeros, you better brace yourself. The kid's got new toys, and he's ready to play.
The thought of facing down the White Walkers or outsmarting the Lannisters with his newly-acquired arsenal made Jon feel invincible. The game's on, and I've just stacked the deck in my favor.
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Jon's eyes practically bugged out of his head as the latest Gacha roll came to a stop, revealing the next item:
7. **5 Vials of Monster DNA (Monster Hunter World)**
"Five vials of Monster DNA? Are you kidding me?" Jon muttered, his heart pounding with excitement. This is some next-level stuff right here. Monster Hunter World isn't exactly known for its cuddly creatures.
He took a deep breath, trying to keep his cool, though his thoughts were all over the place. I mean, these vials could potentially turn my Wargs into absolute beasts. Like, 'I'm-not-getting-out-of-bed-today' beasts.
"Hestia," Jon said aloud, trying to sound composed despite the manic energy buzzing through him, "what's the deal with these vials?"
Hestia's voice, as always, was calm and loaded with useful info. "These vials contain genetic material from some of the most formidable monsters in the Monster Hunter universe. Administering them to an animal will induce a transformation, turning it into a creature from that world. Given your current resources, I would recommend using them on your Warg Bonds."
Jon's face split into a wide grin. "So, let me get this straight—these vials could transform my Wargs into god-tier monsters? That's like upgrading from a Ford to a freaking Ferrari!"
Hestia chimed in again, "Yes, the transformation could significantly enhance their abilities, but it comes with risks. You'll need to be prepared for potential side effects and ensure that the transformation aligns with your strategic needs."
Jon considered the implications, the modern-day gamer in him weighing the pros and cons. This is definitely a gamble. But if it pays off? I could end up with an army of souped-up, monster-wolf hybrids. Pretty sure no one in Westeros would see that coming.
He imagined the sheer power his Wargs could gain, picturing them ripping through White Walkers or tearing down castle walls. This could really turn the tide. But I've got to be smart about it—no need to go full Dr. Frankenstein without a plan.
With a deep breath, Jon nodded to himself, a smirk playing on his lips. "Alright then, I'll use these vials carefully and strategically. Let's turn this fantasy world upside down."
Inside, the 16-year-old gamer was absolutely losing his mind. Forget the Iron Throne—I'm aiming for the Throne of Awesome!
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Jon's gaze zeroed in on the next item revealed by the Gacha roll:
8. Wizarding Tent (Harry Potter)
For a moment, he just stared at it, the corner of his mouth twitching upward in excitement. "No freaking way," he muttered under his breath, feeling a wave of relief wash over him. This is exactly what I needed. Who knew playing mobile games could come in handy in a medieval death trap?
Having binged the Harry Potter movies more times than he'd care to admit, Jon knew exactly what this tent was capable of. It might look like a sad, shabby little thing on the outside, but inside? It was like walking into a five-star hotel, complete with comfy beds, a kitchenette, and enough space to throw a party if the mood ever struck him.
"This is perfect," Jon said, practically grinning from ear to ear. "We've got our own portable sanctuary now."
Hestia chimed in, her tone as measured as ever. "The Wizarding Tent offers spacious accommodation and protection from the elements. It will provide a secure and comfortable base wherever your journey takes you."
Jon nodded, his mind already buzzing with ideas. No more sleeping on the cold, hard ground like some medieval peasant. This tent's going to be a game-changer. Heck, I might even start charging rent to my party members.
The thought of having a magical retreat to come back to after battling the undead or dealing with whatever else Westeros decided to throw at him was more than just comforting—it was downright luxurious.
He made a mental note to pack the tent carefully. Maybe I'll even hang up a "Home Sweet Home" sign inside, he mused, feeling a bit more confident about the insane journey ahead. "This tent is going to make our adventures a lot more manageable," Jon concluded, his mood lighter than it had been in days. Screw roughing it—I'm bringing glamping to Westeros.
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Jon stared at the new item from the Gacha roll:
9. 5 Vials of Wiggenweld Potion (Harry Potter)
"Oh, look at that," Jon muttered, raising an eyebrow with a mix of surprise and satisfaction. "Another batch of Wiggenweld Potion. Just what we need."
He glanced at the ten vials now neatly stacked before him, the emerald liquid inside shimmering faintly. "I've already got five from the last session. With these five, that makes ten. That's enough to keep us in fighting shape for a while."
Honestly, with all the crazy stuff happening in this world, I could probably use a few more. He could already imagine the various scenarios where these potions would come in handy—saving his skin from a wight's claws, patching up a wounded ally after a skirmish, or just dealing with the general beatdown life in Westeros seemed intent on delivering.
Hestia's voice, as calm and informative as always, chimed in, "These potions will be highly beneficial. They offer excellent healing properties and will help you and your team recover quickly from injuries."
"Definitely," Jon agreed, feeling a wave of relief wash over him. Healing potions like these could be the difference between walking away from a battle or becoming the next Stark-shaped corpse in the snow. He could almost hear the Game Over music from one of his old video games in the back of his mind.
He mentally noted to keep these vials well-distributed among his team. "I'll make sure everyone knows where to find them," he said out loud, already picturing himself handing them out like some kind of medieval pharmacist.
With his stockpile growing, Jon felt increasingly prepared for the battles ahead. Between the badass team I'm putting together and a stash of healing potions, I might just survive this hellhole yet. The combination of powerful allies and ample healing supplies was starting to look like the perfect recipe for success in the challenges that lay before him.
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Jon's eyes lit up as the last item from the Gacha roll materialized in front of him:
10. 5 Vials of Pepper-Up Potion (Harry Potter)
"Seriously?" Jon snorted, barely containing a laugh. "Another batch of Pepper-Up Potions? I guess the universe really wants me to stay awake and bouncing off the walls."
He eyed the vials, a grin creeping onto his face. "So now I've got ten of these bad boys. Looks like I'm set for a never-ending marathon of kicking ass and taking names."
Or, you know, surviving this medieval hellscape without collapsing from sheer exhaustion. The thought flashed across his mind like a pop-up ad, Buy now, and stay awake through all your terrible life choices!
Hestia's voice chimed in, almost as if she could hear his internal monologue (which, considering his luck, she probably could). "Pepper-Up Potions are known for their ability to combat fatigue and restore energy. They will be particularly useful for those long, grueling battles or when you need to keep your team's spirits high."
"Perfect," Jon muttered, already mentally assigning the vials to his ragtag team of Westeros misfits. These'll be great for those late-night strategy sessions, or, you know, when we're up to our necks in White Walkers and desperately need a second wind.
He could just picture it now—him, chugging a vial of Pepper-Up like a Red Bull, and then proceeding to go full berserker mode on some unsuspecting wights. Now if only these potions came with a soundtrack…something epic like 'Eye of the Tiger,' or maybe the Skyrim theme.
With a grin that was equal parts excitement and mischief, Jon made a mental note to stash the potions away for a rainy (or bloody) day. In a world as unpredictable as Westeros, having an extra boost of energy could mean the difference between living to see another day or becoming just another Stark ghost haunting Winterfell.
Hell yeah, bring on the chaos, he thought, feeling more pumped and ready to tackle whatever challenges came his way. This Stark/Targaryen's about to make history—or at least not die trying.
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Jon's eyes were locked onto the Gacha interface, practically vibrating with excitement. The moment he summoned Diana, the mighty Wonder Woman, he could hardly wait to see how the Character Customization Card would weave her into the world of Westeros.
"Diana," Jon said, striving for that cool, authoritative tone he imagined suited the Lord of Winterfell. But inside? Total fanboy mode. *Wonder Woman in Westeros? Is this real life?*
"Welcome to Winterfell. From now on, you'll be Diana Mormont, twin sister of Dacey Mormont, and the proud bearer of the Valyrian steel sword Longclaw."
As if on cue, Diana appeared, radiating a grace that felt almost otherworldly. Her armor, now a blend of black and forest green, seemed to be tailored perfectly for House Mormont. And those golden bracelets—bracers?—were still unmistakably Wonder Woman, but with a serious Westerosi twist. And then, to top it all off, she looked like Alexandra Daddario. Like, what? Seriously? Of all the people…
"Thank you, Jon," Diana said, her voice smooth and composed, as if she hadn't just upended his entire perception of reality. "I'm honored to take on this role and fight alongside you."
Jon nodded, trying to play it cool, though his brain was still catching up. Okay, focus. This is Wonder Woman—sorry, Diana Mormont—with Longclaw. She's a literal goddess of war, and now she's also the new badass of Bear Island.
With her fierce presence, that blade, and those Alexandra Daddario vibes, Jon felt like he'd just unlocked the ultimate cheat code. There was a renewed sense of determination in his chest. Whatever Westeros had in store, with Diana Mormont wielding Longclaw, Sabertooth's raw power, and Deathstroke's tactical genius on the horizon, he was more than ready to take on the Seven Kingdoms and beyond.
Jon glanced at his assimilation stats for Sabertooth and Deathstroke—11% each. Not bad. A weird process for sure, blending his own skills with theirs, but it was all part of the plan. And with a team like this? He couldn't lose.
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Jon, the 16-year-old modern-day teenager in the body of Jon Snow, was on a roll. With his dream team—Wonder Woman, Catwoman (who looked uncannily like Ana de Armas), and Ser Arthur Dayne—he felt like he was in an epic crossover fanfic. Not to mention, he was slowly absorbing the powers of Taskmaster, Sabertooth, and Deathstroke. His inner geek was practically doing a victory dance.
"Alright, time to use this Sling Ring thing," Jon said, channeling his inner magician while trying to keep it cool. He focused on the portal's destination, near Selina and Ser Arthur, and performed the hand gestures with all the finesse of someone who'd binge-watched more magical TV than he'd care to admit.
A shimmering portal materialized, and he turned to Diana, aka Wonder Woman. "Diana, make sure Ser Arthur knows he's getting a new teammate. Mention that you mention I've received another 'gift from the Old Gods' and that I'll be there soon."
Diana, looking every bit the fierce warrior, gave him a nod. "Got it. I'll pass on the message."
With a flicker of light, she stepped through the portal, leaving Jon with a sense of satisfaction. Wow, she really does look like Alexandra Daddario. That's one hell of a casting choice.
He turned his attention back to his growing power set. Taskmaster's combat skills were integrating smoothly, Sabertooth's raw strength was bubbling under the surface, and Deathstroke's tactical genius was coming online. It was like being in a Marvel-DC crossover, but with the added bonus of magical artifacts and epic sword fights.
"Okay, I'm starting to feel like the ultimate player in this game," Jon said, giving himself a mental thumbs-up. "With Wonder Woman, Catwoman, and Ser Arthur Dayne on the squad, and my own powers coming together, I think we're ready for whatever this crazy world throws at us next."
He grinned, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead with his newfound confidence and kickass team.
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Jon stood in the courtyard of Winterfell, trying not to let the mix of emotions and awkward nostalgia get the best of him. As a modern-day teenager who'd somehow transmigrated into Jon Snow from the A Song of Ice and Fire books and Game of Thrones series, this farewell was about as weird as it got.
"Robb, Arya, Bran," Jon began, aiming for a tone that was both heartfelt and totally not like he was reading off a script. "Thanks for everything. You've been the family I didn't know I needed."
Robb gave him a solid pat on the shoulder. "You're always a Stark, Jon. Winterfell will always be your home."
Arya stepped in closer, her eyes a little watery. "Stay safe out there. And if anyone gives you trouble, just let me know."
Bran gave a silent nod, which, in Jon's opinion, spoke volumes more than words ever could.
Sansa approached next. Considering her past aloofness, influenced by the Faith of the Seven and her mother's rather old-school views on bastards, Jon wasn't expecting much.
Sansa hesitated before offering a hug that was both awkward and sincere. Jon hugged her back, feeling an odd mix of relief and sadness. "Take care, Jon," she said softly. "And… thank you."
Jon felt a lump in his throat. Even if Sansa's acceptance was a bit limited, this gesture meant a lot to him.
Finally, he faced Ned and Catelyn. "Lord Stark, Lady Stark, thanks for everything. I hope I make you proud."
Ned gave him a warm embrace that felt oddly comforting. "You already have, Jon," he said, his voice rough with emotion. "You already have."
Catelyn's hug was unexpectedly warm. "Take care of yourself," she said. "And remember, you always have a place here."
Jon was genuinely touched by Catelyn's unexpected warmth, feeling a surprising sense of acceptance and relief.
With one last nod to his family, Jon mounted Shadow, his trusty horse. Ghost and Midnight trotted alongside, as if they were saying their own farewells. Jon glanced at Aquila, his eagle companion. "You stay here, Aquila," Jon said, trying to sound authoritative. "Keep an eye on things. I'll need to know what's happening back here."
Aquila let out a soft cry and perched nearby, ready to watch over Winterfell with the subtlety of a ninja.
Jon nudged Shadow forward, feeling a cocktail of excitement and apprehension. As Winterfell receded into the distance, he braced himself for the journey ahead. Each step was a leap into the unknown, but with everything lining up, Jon felt ready to face whatever awaited him.
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Jon arrived at the campsite, feeling a mix of excitement and amusement. It was like stepping into a live-action fantasy show, except he was the main character and not just a binge-watcher. Ser Arthur Dayne and Diana Mormont were locked in a sparring match that looked like something out of an epic martial arts film—only with way more swords and way fewer jazz hands.
Dismounting Shadow, Jon walked over, and the two combatants paused, turning their attention to him.
"Jon!" Ser Arthur greeted, his grin as wide as a sword blade. "Didn't expect you so soon."
Jon gave him a nod, his inner teen still reveling in the absurdity of being here. "I couldn't wait to catch up. And from the looks of it, I'm just in time for a master class in swordplay."
Diana, looking every bit the warrior with her Alexandra Daddario-esque charm, offered a nod and a faint smile. "Thank you, Jon. Ser Arthur has been an excellent sparring partner."
Jon glanced around, spotting the absence of Vermithor. "Where's the dragon? He didn't get lost, did he?"
Ser Arthur waved toward a nearby clearing. "He's taking a nap. Don't worry, he'll be up soon enough."
Selina, who looked like Ana de Armas and had been watching with a mischievous glint in her eyes, piped up with a smirk. "So, Jon, care to explain why you never mentioned you have a dragon?"
Diana's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Yes, Jon. We thought we were your friends. How could you keep such a magnificent creature a secret?"
Jon chuckled, shaking his head. "I wanted to save that surprise for later. But don't worry, you'll meet Vermithor soon enough."
Ser Arthur's face shifted to a more serious expression. "Jon, how much do the girls know?"
Jon glanced back at Selina and Diana, who were now engaged in some friendly banter, before focusing on Ser Arthur. "Selina and Diana are my closest allies. I've told them everything—my true heritage, my Warging abilities, and my connection with the Old Gods. But I kept the dragon under wraps."
Ser Arthur's eyebrows lifted in surprise but he nodded slowly, clearly appreciating Jon's discretion. "It's good to have trusted allies, especially in times like these."
Jon's gaze followed Selina as she gracefully explored the campsite. "Selina is exceptional at stealth and gathering information," he said. "She's been an invaluable asset to us."
Ser Arthur nodded, a hint of pride on his face. "I can attest to Diana's skills. She's an outstanding fighter, as we've seen."
Jon's smile widened. Having Diana and Selina on their side was a major advantage.
Ser Arthur's curiosity was piqued. "Diana mentioned something about you receiving another gift from the Old Gods," he said, clearly intrigued. "What's that about?"
Jon's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Oh, just a little something I thought you'd appreciate. Follow me."
He pulled out a folded cloth from his bag and spread it on the ground. With a snap of his fingers, the cloth began to expand and transform into a fully erected tent, standing tall and impressive.
Arthur, Diana, and Selina stared in awe as the tent grew. They stepped inside, expecting a cramped space but instead found a luxurious interior that looked like it was designed by the gods themselves.
Arthur's eyebrows shot up, a mix of admiration and disbelief. Diana's expression was pure awe. Selina's eyes sparkled with excitement as she explored the opulent surroundings.
"This is incredible," Arthur said, his voice filled with wonder.
Diana nodded in agreement, her gaze sweeping over the tent's interior. "I've never seen anything like this."
Selina grinned widely. "I could definitely get used to this," she said, her fingers trailing over the lavish fabric.
Jon watched their reactions with a satisfied grin. If anything, it felt good to know his surprises were landing well. With these new perks in tow, he was eager to see what other adventures awaited them.
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