Jon watched the other children play in the waters of the beach. From what Uncle Jaime had told him, this was his second time in Volantis. Jon was now five, basically an adult really, at least from his point of view. The volantine sun was overbearing, and he watched the waves smash at the sandy shore, wishing he could play with them. Uncle Jaime never let him play with the other kids, and he warned him of playing with any children who weren't able to talk. He said that it was one of these children that was responsible for the scar on his shoulder.

Jon only had one friend, about a year ago when he was in Braavos, he met this girl named Dany in the streets who was playing by the park. The two spent some time before Jon's uncle had found them, and he seemed surprised, almost scared of his newfound friend. They left Pentos the next day and even now Jon still missed her. He somehow felt connected to her, like she was family. But he knew that to be unlikely, since Uncle Jaime was probably the only family he had left.

The other children never really understood him, and he them, they seemed to be worlds apart. Jon found them too naive and dumb to play with, and he found it weird that it was also this naivety that made him like Dany as a friend. He wondered what his friend was doing right now, before shaking his head and wiping his mind of her.

He continued reading the heavy wooden bound book in his hands, the fragile parchment gliding at the touch of his fingertips. It was a book about the Dragons of Old Valyria, and Jon heard that it had costed his Uncle's monthly pay to get it. Supposedly books on Valyria were very expensive.

Jon loved reading his books, second only to how he loved playing with the toy sword that his Uncle had given him. His Uncle was the best swordsman in the Free Cities, with nobles visiting their house all the time. They had houses in every city, and his Uncle was dealing with some people about a house in Mereen, which was a little bit to the east from what Jon had heard.

The best part however, about his Uncle Jaime, were his stories. Uncle Jaime would tell him tales of his father, a Silver Prince, who fell in love with his mother, a Blue Winter Rose. He told him of how they both belonged to ancient bloodlines in Westeros, and how their love had caused a war. He was sworn to secrecy, and Jon would often feel sad after these stories, wishing that he could meet his mother or father.

Uncle Jaime had changed his name to Gerion Brightblade, and only Jon knew of his true first name. Jon was known as Jon Brightblade. His uncle had never told him of his family name, saying that it would only be told to him when he was older.

He was reading through his book about Balerion the Black Dread when the door was opened by his Uncle. He turned around and was startled by the wounds of his Uncle.

"Get the stitching kit, go." Uncle Jaime asked, and Jon rushed to get it.

He immediately went to work, swiftly stitching the wounds of his Uncle up. He had volounteered around a year ago to start doing this, and his Uncle had praised him, saying that he had steady hands.

"Uncle, what happened this time?" Jon asked him, his eyes filled with worry.

"Nothing, Jon, just a little misunderstanding with the Black Legion again." Jaime rasped as Jon continued stitching and cleaning.

The Black Legion had been pestering them for as long as Jon could remember, and he knew why. They had asked his Uncle to join them a few years back, but his Uncle had refused and now they often came into blows as they always seemed to take the same contracts.

"Are we moving again?" Jon asked with a scrunched up focus look on his face as he finished stitching.

"Aye. Pack your bags, Jon, we're taking a ship to Mereen. I accidentally killed Mankar Renal, and so the rest of the Black Legion are combing the streets for me.

Mankar Renal was the son of Cleos Renal, who was the leader of the Black Legion. Jon found all the other children naive, especially the ones afraid of blood. He knew of the troubles his Uncle took on, and despite being slightly scared he always knew his Uncle would come out alright in the end.

Jaime stood up as he finished wrapping bandages on his wounds. He put on his old pale white chainmail, no with dark spots all around it after it's frequent use. Jon helped him out it on before handing him his sword. He was told that these were the duties of a squire, people that wanted to become knights first had to become a squire. Jon wanted to become a knight like his Uncle Jaime.

The two darted into their respective rooms and began packing their things. They finsihed packing their things quickly and headed our.

Jaime opened the door and began running through Volantis with Jon closely behind him. He kept an arm on Jon's shoulder and they swerved through multiple crowds until they had finally reached the docks.

"It's the golden Cunt!" A Black Legion soldier shouted as Jaime reached for his blade. Around five men were able to surround Jon and his Uncle, but his Uncle was able to cut all of them down easily in seconds.

"Too easy." His smug Uncle said before grabbing hold of his nephew and leading them deeper into the docks.

The sight of more armored men led Jaime to push Jon to the side into an alleyway, before confronting the approaching men. He took out his sword and became a pure weapon. He gutted down countless men one after the other, moving like silk.

A man wearing jewel encrusted armor arrived and he called Jaime out.

"You bastard! You killed my son!" The serious and frightening man said.

"It technically isn't my fault, you see, your son fell on my blade, it was by accident." Jaime gave a sharp smile before continuing. "Actually no, it was your son's fault, after all, he was the one who ran directly into my waiting blade."

The man growled and Jon could already identify him as Cleos Renal, one of the most feared sellswords in this part of the free cities. A crowd began gathering around the two fighting men, and to the uneducated eye it would seem like the match was equal. But Jon could see differently, from what his Uncle had taught him about fighting, he could see that his Uncle fought in measured strikes and parries while the so called legendary Cleos made so many unnecessary movements.

It only took half a second for Jaime to disarm the man and lop half his face off. Several of the bystanders screamed at the sight but Jon merely ran to Jaime who grabbed his shoulder and the two started moving again.

The two reached a ship about to depart.

"Let us board." Uncle Jaime said quickly pushing a heavy purse filled with gold at the stubby fingers of the captain.

"We have no more room." The Captain replied, his eyes gleaming at the sight of so much coin.

Jaime didn't bother to reply, instead grabbing two young men, the wealthy sons of some merchant from the look of them, and he threw them overboard into the ocean waters.

"There, now you have room." He said smiling dangerously.

The Captain looked at the two men who surfaced spitting sea water, and he smiled at Jaime before letting him go through with Jon.

The two went down under the deck and went inside there small room, if one would even call it that. It hosted two cots and half a wooden wall to separate them from the other rooms. Jon was already used to this sight, both he and his Uncle often riding ships to get to the next city. From what he heard, it seemed that he didn't have a normal childhood, to which his Uncle Jaime would reply. "And what makes a normal childhood?"

Now that he thought of it, his Uncle Jaime never did tell him of his childhood.

"Uncle, what were you doing when you were my age." Jon asked, breaking Jaime's reverie.

"Ah, I was a young boy.." Jon nodded for him to continue. "Who wanted to become a True Knight. I grew up the son of a powerful lord in Westeros, and I lived a happy life. I would play with my siblings everyday and I would train using the sword just as much. However the rebellion happened, and because of my service to the Targaryens, I was forced to flee. The war killed both of your parents, Jon, and that's why I took you with me."

"Does that mean we have family back in Westeros?" Jon asked after a long period of silence.

"Yes, we do have family back in Westeros." Jaime said quietly, staring at the walls of the ship, his eyes distant.

"Can you tell me of them?" Jon asked quietly, not wishing to provoke his Uncle.

After a long period of silence, his Uncle Jaime finally began speaking.

"Well, there is my father, your grandfather I suppose, in some kind of way. He was a strong leader and always put the House first. There were my Uncles and Aunt, Uncle Kevan was always kind to me, Uncle Gerion gave me my quick wit, and Uncle Tygett taught me how to fight. Aunt Genna always was willful, just like... just like.."

Jon nodded at his Uncle's distant eyes for him to continue. His Uncle gulped and breathed out slowly.

"Just like my sister, she was very willful, and stubborn. She got everything and it still wasn't enough. She.. was unique among the ladies of Westeros."

His Uncle Jaime turned to the side and wiped his face using his sleeve.

"There was also my brother, his name is Tyrion. He is the same height as you actually, but he isn't a child. He's a dwarf, have you read about that?"

Jon nodded.

"He was smart, like you, and he even had a sharper wit them me." Jaime smiled. "He will make a good lord someday."

"Well, that's basically the gist of my family."

"Didn't you get into any adventures?" Jon's eyes glinted. "My father had so many.. I want to hear about yours."

Jaime let out a quiet laugh and smiled before speaking. "Me and my sister used to jump off the cliffs of Casterly Rock. We would see who would hit the water the fastest. I would always win of course. Our father caught us one time and we were forced to stop."

"Now don't get any ideas about jumping from cliffs Jon. I.. I will join the men up in the deck Jon, you can continue reading."

Jon tried to read his books but his thoughts kept on going to his family through his Uncle's side, and he terribly wished to meet them. His imagination got the better of him and he eventually stood up, before going up to the deck to seek his Uncle out. He passed by other sailors who had begun to sleep and he began asking for his Uncle.

Several dirty looking men looked at him funny, and he clutched the hidden dagger at his waist tightly, but the men just pointed him towards the men gathered near the center of the deck, all of them sitting on barrels and whatever objects they could find.

He saw his Uncle listening intently to the stories of one of his men, and he could see his Uncle's face darken. His Uncle turned around and walked past Jon.

"Jon follow me down into the hold, we won't be staying up here any longer."

Jon wondered about what the men were talking about, he had never before seen his Uncle ever lose his composure. Right as he was about to turn around, Jon heard the other men talking of how King of Westeros' second child had been born only recently, and he wondered why this would affect his Uncle.