AN: New story people! So this has been stuck in my head for a while basically i was thinking what if Jon got some eggs too and not only that but was a worg? Your in for a wild ride folks hope you enjoy! I don't own got! Warnings of gore because,well it's GOT

`Three men stared as the gate to the outside lifted up. Once lifted with lighted torches they started to walk down the tunnel on their horses. They stopped at the final gate and continued on when it opened. They started the trek through the white wasteland of death said to have taken many lives.

Once a good distance away from the wall they split up. One man going one way while the other two went a different way. As the youngest of the group was riding on his horse the animal started to get uneasy. "Easy boy" he said as he hopped off. He grabbed the reins and continued his search cautiously on foot.

But something stopped him he could see smoke rising to the sky over an icy ridge. He crawled slowly over the ridge and stared in shock and horror at what he saw. There were bodies littered over the ground, heads on pikes, parts just laying carelessly over the ground to form a symbol. The man turned to run but stopped short and gasped as he nearly collided into the body of a dead little girl.

She was hanging from a tree with a tree branch piercing her body her body hanging there limp and lifeless. He jumped on his horse and rode off to warn the others.

''What do you expect? They're savages'' One of the men said. Once they heard what the man had seen.'' One lot steals a goat from another lot before you know it they're ripping each other to pieces. 'he finished with an unconcerned air. 'I've never seen wildlings do a thing like this!'' the man protested in aggravation.'' I neva seen a thing like this ever in my life!'' The man glanced him then asked ''How close did you get?'' He asked him.

''As close as any man would'' the other man responded. 'We should head back to the wall'' the final man finally commented. The leader of the group turned to the other two with a hint of a smirk on his lips.

''Do the dead frighten you?'' He asked mockingly. 'Our orders were to track the wildlings 'the man said calmly. 'We tracked them. They won't bother us no more.'' ''You don't think he'll ask us how they died?'' The leader questioned him. 'Get back on your horse'' he ordered, the other man huffed but turned back muttering about idiot superiors. The man that was next to him undeterred walked up to him.

''What did it to them could very well do it to us as well'' he said urgently. 'They even killed the children'' he added in the hopes that would sway him to his side. He was soon disappointed and quite a bit disgusted when he said ''It's a good thing we're not children'' the leader turned to him fully from where he had his back turned from adjusting his saddle bag. ''You want to run way south run away'' he said. ''Of course they will behead you as a deserter, if I don't catch you first'' he smirked. The man looked at him in disbelief and pursed his lips. 'Get back on your horse I won't ask again.'' He ordered a final time staring the man down. The other man stared at him a moment before turning on his heel heading back to his tree men started off in the direction the dead bodies were in but when they got there all they found was a patch of clean white snow.

''Your dead bodies seemed to have moved camp'' the leader commented sarcastically. ''They were here'' the man said confused. The second in command turned to him then '' see where they went'' he ordered.'' The man nodded the urged his horse in a trot heading in the other direction. As he left the other two started to investigate the area. The second man started shifting through snow before he paused pulling something from the snow. It looked to be a red cloth, but from the expression on the mans face it was something else entirely. ''What is it?'' The leader asked irritably. 'It's-'' whatever the man was going to say died on his lips as he watched in horror at the figure behind his leaders back. Confused the leader turned around only to come face to face with a sword belonging to a face of a deathly pale face and glowing blue eyes.

The man who had gone off earlier in search of the missing dead bodies was looking for some kind of tracks when he heard a distant scream along with the frightened neighing of horses. When he strained his hearing he could hear hoof beats approaching. Three rider less horses raced passed him in fright. The man could only stare as they became dots in the distance. He turned only to see a figure in the distance along the tree line. It turned and he gasped as he stared at the little girl he was sure was dead staring right at him with glowing blue eyes.

He yelled turning running towards another part of the forest. The second in command was also running for his life with those...things hot in pursuit. Panting they both stopped to find they were both staring across from each other. Suddenly the man gasped as an ice blade was shoved in his throat. The younger man stared in fear as the other was beheaded by an old man with the same deathly blue eyes of the girl. He fell to his knees in shock and fear as he stared into the eyes of death itself. The thing threw the head at him and the man looked down to see the eyes of his second in command staring at him lifeless.

Jon snow watched his brother attempted to hit a bulls eye on the barrel target. 'Don't think too much Bran'' Jon told him. The boy nodded as he drew again. ''Relax your bow arm'' the older stark Robb told him. Suddenly another arrow whipped passed them and hit right smack in the middle of the target. The three boys turned to see Arya the youngest of the Stark children with a bow in her hands. He laughed as Bran as after her. But as he started thinking of recent events his face went blank. He had found out a month ago who his father and mother were and he wasn't happy in the least with what he found.

Flashback

Jon had been wondering in the crypts to be alone after another argument over his unknown mother. Jon had always loved the crypts, he found the silence soothing even if silent he wasn't always alone. He felt the ghost of touches, pats on the head, or the brush of cool lips on his temple. Alas when he turned to look for who it was no being was in sight. He just assumed it was the ghosts of the crypts trying to keep him in high spirits. He had been about to pass Lyanna Stark's tomb he noticed chippings of rock gone. He went to investigate further when he noticed letters of parchment and 6 stones in the coffin with the pile of bones. He opened them and to his shock they were love letters from Lyanna and Rhaegar Targaryen. The letters contained them discussing their secret wedding and about their baby to be; him. Also how the stones-dragon eggs his mind supplied were a gift from his father. He raged at the news thinking how on Earth could Ned keep this from him?

How could he have just let him endure the disdain and hatred of fucking Lady stark?! But then he calmed, he could change things. He would let the remaining Targaryen's fight for the throne, but him? He was going to be working behind the scenes until he took what was rightfully his. Both on land and ice he would TAKE back what was rightfully his.

Flashback End

Jon had made a vow that day. Jon thought back to the deserter that spoke of dead men bathed in death and destruction. He made a vow that he wouldn't let anything come between him and his rightful birthright not even his so called family. His uncle wanted him to go to the wall to become part of the Night's Watch ,but Jon had other plans.

Jon sat staring at nothing in his quarters. White Walkers or Others, as people called them. That's what the deserter called the things that caused him to run. Also probably the result of his two missing party members as well.' White Walkers huh?' Jon thought. He would rather believe the words of a deserter rather than the words of drunken fools who believe that every legend is a myth. They always say myths always come from truth after all. That's what these men often forget.

''Well time to plan then'' Jon commented to himself he wasn't about to let an army of the dead ruin his plans. It seems as though he has to take them out first.

''Maybe it's time to finally confront a little raven'' Jon grinned darkly.

AN: First chapter of new story done! Review to tell me what you think of the story and also what you think Jon meant when he said he would take what was rightfully his on the ice? Have a lovely day wherever you live Dark out