Chapter 1 - The Young Messiah (I)
"What is the weight of knowing the past, present and future? Does that make me a god or a mere mortal bold enough to see the world through God's eyes?" - Aenar Targaryen, before his conquest at the age of six.
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289 BC - Sixth Year of the Reign of King Robert I Baratheon of House Baratheon.
North - Winterfell, ancestral home of House Stark.
Jon, in one of the towers of Winterfell, looked at the men and more men gathering outside the castle. A sea of tents with banners fluttering in the cold North wind appeared before him, each bearing the coat of arms of the noble houses that controlled the North. Loyal men above all, brave.
War.
A word appeared in young Jon's mind, his deep purple eyes staring at the people gathering for war with a calm gaze.
It was a simple word, but in the end, its meaning was cruel and cold, almost like a god taking people's lives.
"War is a form of violence whose aim is to force the enemy to give up their will." The six-year-old muttered to himself, his dark hair adorning his boyish face, a taciturn look reflected on his face.
"The Kraken will drown while the Deer, the Lion and the Wolf feast on its corpse." He muttered again, feeling the cold breeze against his face. Although cold, he felt strangely at peace.
Jon, knew how this war would end before it had even begun, he had seen every important battle, the notable commanders of each side, some ended up dead and the Kraken would mourn as it was forced to lose its last male offspring.