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Sothoryos XIX

When Jon opened his eyes, he felt his entire body heavy. It was as if the circulation of his personal energy had been reversed. And so, it was the first thing he checked when he closed his eyes once more. Only a few seconds later, he began to remember what had happened. The Wyvern's nauseating breath seemed to persist, even though it had probably been hours, or maybe days since that happened.

Jon raised his head slightly and groaned loudly. It was painful just to move a little. His arms were stretched out on the soft, light duvet, while the rest of his body, from his chest to the tips of his feet, were covered. He tried to move his feet and sighed in relief when he saw that he could move them, although not without pain, and the same thing happened with his hands.

"Don't move too much," Caelyb's voice came from the back of his room. He was sitting reading a book next to the table Jon had in his room.

 "Was it bad?" Jon asked, ignoring the fact that the old man was inside his room.

"The radial bone in your left arm was broken, tearing skin and muscle. But that wasn't the worst of the damage: arteries and veins in your legs had burst and your bones were splintered. Even your spine was damaged a bit by all the weight you had to bear. And if it weren't for the quick action of your companions, you would have died from blood loss. Your forehead split open from the headbutt you landed, and you got yet another scar," Caelyb replied seriously.

"Why did you do that, Jon? I've taught you better. You could have driven Mardrack away with a spell."

Jon stared at the ceiling, shocked by all the damage he suffered. But yes, Caelyb was right. However, he still felt the heat of the battle that had just ended at that moment. And when he saw Mardrack being attacked by surprise, he thought of the man who had trained him, and of little Lorela, who might have been left fatherless. In the end, it was his instinct that made him act.

Caelyb listened patiently as a hoarse-voiced Jon told him these things.

Closing his book tightly, the Great Old One of the Elves stood up and walked over slowly with the chair in his hand. When he was at the side of the bed, he placed the chair and began to remove the bandage from Jon's left arm, which ran from his wrist to above his elbow. Jon remained silent, looking closely with his head slightly bent down. When he could see his arm without bandages, he saw a large scar that ran from the middle of his forearm to his elbow and down the sides.

"It looks a bit like a star...".

"I'll make you see stars, you crazy bastard," Caelyb replied with a growl. He soon fell silent and began to gently touch the scar; tapping with two fingers carefully. "Do you feel pain?"

"More than pain, I feel burning."

"Mm… Try moving."

Jon moved his arm, clenched his hands and fingers, raised his forearm. He did everything Caelyb told him to do.

"This arm seems fine…" Caelyb muttered before beginning to unravel the bandages on Jon's head. "Does your head hurt?"

"Yeah… and I feel a little dizzy."

"It's not that strange with all the blood you lost and the injuries you sustained. I'm sure your brain shook a bit too… The scar here, it seems to have healed too," Caelyb said before pointing a finger over his forehead, a slight light appearing on the tip of his finger and he moved it, forming a straight line, which he then joined to a diagonal one from the top, forming something similar to a triangle without the bottom line. Jon sighed in relief as he felt like warm water had washed him clean.

"I'll say it again: you're a crazy bastard."

"Aren't you too?" Jon asked with a smile, earning a snort from the old man.

"Rest now, idiot. Tomorrow I'll help you move around a bit and get you something to eat. You still need to heal. And if you want to travel to your next destination, healing is what you need."

"Why bring that up now? I was still planning on staying a little longer. Or do you want me to leave?"

"Bah, you can stay for life as far as I'm concerned. You're already accepted by almost all of us. And now that you risked your life to save one of the Five Elders, I'm sure no one will object to you living here for the rest of your life..."

"So..."

"The dwarves are coming, Jon."

"What? I thought there was time for that," Jon frowned a little. He knew perfectly well that the two races interacted in the form of trade. Ulthos was not the best place for food, especially because of the dragons and the environment. For that reason, the dwarves offered their crafts and metals to the elves, while the latter offered meat, fruits and herbs, which they had in abundance.

"The road for them will take a little time, but yes, they are coming to our home. That is why you must rest properly if you want to continue your journey."

"I see... I did not think it would be so soon. I expected to fight with you a little longer."

"It was only a matter of time before you left. There is no need to feel sad. Goodbyes always happen."

Jon smiled slightly before closing his eyes.

"I suppose you are right."

"Sleep a little longer, so you have energy to be able to eat," said Caelyb, then stood up.

 . . .

It wasn't until two days later that Jon was able to get out of bed, though without walking. They had brought him a chair with wheels, where he could sit and move around. At first, it was a little uncomfortable, but after a few hours, he got used to using it.

And right now, he was moving forward alongside Ysiel Moonlight and her daughter, Lorela. He didn't know where they were leading him, but they had left the palace grounds, even going down beneath the world tree through a cave-like entrance, where guards were stationed. The place was lit by what looked like crystals embedded in the walls of the path.

He had asked where they were taking him, but Ysiel simply mentioned that it was a surprise. Lorela walked to the side, taking small jumps, with a smile on her face. And as they continued down, they passed through an entrance, where the place changed completely. The walls, the floor, and the top of the cavernous path, changed from dirt and stone, to wood.

 "Is this one of the roots of Yggdrasil?"

Ysiel nodded and said, "One of the many, yes. It's the main path to where we're going."

"I understand," Jon nodded as he used his hands to propel himself thanks to the wheels of his chair. Soon, they came to another entrance, but this one had a double wooden door, with the carving of a large tree with branches and leaves. Ysiel approached, knocking on her door with one hand, causing the tree at the door to glow slightly with a green color.

Jon waited in curiosity and, when the doors opened, he was impressed by the inside. The walls had thinner, smaller roots embedded in them, coming in and out like snakes. There was a small lake that cast rays of light that illuminated the entire place. A narrow path lay ahead, ending in a small island with four pillars and a roof above it.

Mardrack Darkheart stood in the center, waiting for the three to arrive. And when they passed through the path and arrived, he smiled at Jon.

 "I have yet to thank you for what you did, Jon. Thank you so much, my friend."

"You have trained me. You have helped me in many things, Master. I simply did the right thing."

"Not many are capable of that, young Jon. Some would not even move out of fear, or simply thinking it would be foolish to face a Wyvern with bare hands. What you did was brave."

Jon stared at him for a few moments, a little embarrassed that someone so old would thank him so honestly. But, in the end, he smiled slightly and nodded.

"I asked the other elders to allow you entry to this place. It is a way of rewarding you for the work you have done in the Watch, as well as my way of thanking you for saving my life," Jon looked a little surprised at his master. Mardrack was a hard man, who usually did not show such soft expressions as he did now.

"Forgive my ignorance, but I do not know what this place is."

"It does not matter. In fact, it is normal that you do not know. This is where the Elves come for the maturation ceremony. You should already know that we get our surnames when we mature, and this ceremony is performed here."

"Do you remember what I told you in one of our training sessions? About knowledge?"

 "Nature can bestow things upon you: make sure you take a good look at your surroundings. Whether you're fighting a battle or just taking a stroll."

"Yes, that's right. And for the world tree, Yggdrasil, that's certainly correct. The tree has existed since the beginning of the world, so it's seen many things throughout the ages. And this well, it's the accumulation of all that," Mardrack said seriously. He took a bowl that hung from his belt and approached the lake, only to lean down and draw some of the water from the well.

"It may not be much compared to my life, but I wanted you to have something more from us when you go to continue your journey back to Westeros," Mardrack walked over and extended the horn.

 "The water from the well will make you see things. Some see simple things, like a meadow with a gentle breeze touching their cheeks, others may see lights, or even gain the wisdom of the gods.

Jon carefully took the horn in both hands, staring at the glowing liquid for a few seconds. He had received many things from the Elves: training, weapons, friends, magic, even knowledge about the distant past. And now, they were granting him one of the most important things to their race. Jon felt incredibly grateful. He was someone very lucky.

He respectfully bowed over his chair, as he said, "I have been granted many gifts. I feel extremely grateful to be able to call myself a friend of the Elves."

Ysiel, the quiet and almost always silent woman, put a hand on Jon's shoulder.

"I think you deserve it. And now that you carry a part of us with you, I think that more than just a friend, you are part of us, the elves."

Jon smiled at him even more strongly, especially because of the joy that Lorela also showed, who jumped next to him. She looked at the liquid in the horn and began to drink it little by little. When everything was finished, Jon's eyes began to shine with a silver light and he stared straight ahead. Then, he was expelled from his own body. It was like that moment when he spoke with his ancestor, Brandon Stark. And in a few seconds, he was thrown upwards with great force. He moved away from the cave in the deep part of Yggdrasil and climbed through its enormous trunk, reaching the top, the highest part of everything.

From there, in the highest part of the world, he could observe everything. His eyes were able to see the high mountains of Ulthos and hear a powerful roar. Beyond that, he noticed the shadows emerging from the sea and the land, followed by an extremely disgusting feeling, even worse. than the stinking men. When he turned his head in the direction of Westeros, his eyes widened at what he could see: two immense shadows extending their hands as if they coveted the lands; one burning non-stop, while the other froze and darkened everything around it.

His heart was beating hard at the sight of those two immense shadows. But soon, a breeze came from behind him, carrying an ancient and powerful voice.

"Fate will burn..."

Jon turned around and what he saw would remain in his memory forever: a beautiful, large stag. Its fur was golden, and its antlers were long, imposing and with golden leaves. Its eyes were blue and vast as the sky itself.

"You are... You are..." Jon tried to say, but the words were hard to get out of his mouth.

Duraprors, one of the incarnations of the Sun God. It was said that the brother gods descended to the mortal world through incarnations. Duraprors was one of the four stags that were said to only appear at the top of the world tree.

The stag lowered its head slightly, causing one of its antlers to break off a small part. It made it float until it landed in front of Jon.

 "The path ahead is now clear to you, son of a human. And you, who are the seed of ice and fire, will no longer fear destiny. Let it burn. Let the fire in your heart burn away enemies and protect those you love."

Jon swallowed hard, staring at the beautiful and imposing stag for a few moments. He was speechless, but he listened attentively to everything.

"Great embodiment of the sun and prosperous dream, I beg you to answer my questions: What or who are those two shadows over Westeros? Please, I beg you..."

Duraprors stared at him for a few seconds that seemed like minutes, until he slowly turned his head to the side. The world changed at that moment. Jon noticed that they were no longer in Alfheim, the kingdom and home of the elves, although the world tree was still beneath him and the embodiment of the Sun God. He was in Westeros, but the darkness was engulfing it; Dark clouds had lifted, leaving only a hole where he could see. Ice advanced across the ground, freezing all life. An army of the dead walked alongside beings of ice and darkness.

The great wall in the north had been destroyed in part, while a dragon flew with an ominous figure. The living screamed and fought with all their might, against death, cold and darkness.

Then, he saw himself, fighting alongside all the living. But, he was not exactly the same. He was dressed in dark clothes and a fur cloak, a white wolf with red eyes tore and bit everyone who came near, while a woman on a black dragon burned the enemy in front of her.

"Watch well, young seed," Duraprors murmured, drawing Jon's attention. He looked to the side, where he could see one of the huge shadows; A twisted figure surrounded by bright flames, but also by shadows that looked like bony demons trying to climb over this figure. Then, on the other side, right in front of the first large shadow, another appeared, equal in size, but completely cold, with holes where its eyes should be and ice where its heart should be. A deadly, icy mist surrounded its body constantly.

Duraprors came up behind Jon, circling him and bringing his snout close to his ear.

 "The past that should have happened, no longer exists. This war between the dead and the living, will never be the same. The thread of fire and shadows that kept you tied, has been cut. Now, it is only a little while before destiny burns completely. Therefore, make that fire in your heart, burn like the sun itself. Let it burn, young seed. Only then can you become the promise... the promise of a spring dream..."

"The God of shadows that writhes in the flames. The Evil God that hides between death and ice. Two existences that have not stopped fighting since their births. As long as one exists, the other will always return..."

"Make it burn, promise of the spring dream... make it burn..."

"... on... Jon.... Jon! JON!"

Startled by the voice calling him, Jon inhaled sharply and stared at the ceiling of the small temple. He had returned. He blinked in confusion before looking down to see Mardrack looking worried, while Ysiel looked at his legs with interest.

"Are you okay?" the high elf asked.

"I... I saw Duraprors..." Jon said, still shocked by the encounter, and everything he had seen and heard.

Mardrack blinked as Lorela gasped and moved closer to Jon, taking and squeezing the sleeve of his left arm: "Really? Did you really see Lord Ingwi?"

"He was his incarnation: that of the sun and prosperous sleep," Jon replied, with a small smile.

"Then it is no wonder you have that," Ysiel commented and pointed a finger at Jon's lap, where there was a piece of golden antler, which emanated a soft and weak yellow light.

 "…Incredible…" Mardrack whispered reverently.

"Did you discover your elven surname, Jaehaerys?" Ysiel's soft, melodious voice reached Jon's ears, and he nodded slowly.

"I think… I think it's Dreamspring."

Ysiel smiled slightly, ever so slightly, nodded, and reached out to take the gift from Ingwi, the Sun God. She looked at it reverently in her hands and gently ran a finger along its length.

"It's warm on the outside, but it holds a fiery heat within. Our Lord, he truly has foresight."

"What do you mean, wife?" Mardrack asked as he straightened up. Jon had let her take the piece of antler and listened intently. He knew that after Caelyb, Ysiel was the most knowledgeable person he knew, even more so than Fyldren, his brother.

 "This piece of antler, is not meant to be an ornament, nor even a protective artifact. It contains a small part of the power of the sun; of Lord Ingwi himself. And in very little time, the Dwarves are coming to our lands. That will be the time when Jon departs...", Ysiel paused for a few moments before looking at Mardrack, to move on and look Jon straight in the eyes.

"You must keep this close, Jaehaerys. Until you find the best blacksmith. It is a little frustrating to admit this: but there is no one within our race who can turn this gift into a weapon capable of unleashing its full potential. We have excellent blacksmiths. Even wonderful geniuses. Sadly, the best are undoubtedly the dwarves," Ysiel sighed a little before handing the piece of antler to its owner, Jon.

"It seems that even Lord Ingwi thinks that my next destination is the dwarves in Ulthos."

 Ysiel's eyes sparkled for a second and she said, "Our lord Sol's foresight is indeed powerful. But be careful, Jaehaerys. You must not let it fall into the wrong hands. This gift, it will be part of your future, whether you want it or not."

Jon felt a little uneasy hearing Ysiel's last words, but nodded anyway.

"Well, enough of the disturbing stuff!" Mardrack clapped his hands twice before smiling, as he received three glances.

"It is time to celebrate. Isn't it, Jaehaerys Dreamspring?"

Jon smiled more calmly and nodded.

"I think so, Master."

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