[Chapter Size: 2409 Words.]-------------------------------------------**Bcksmith Rut POV****Kingdom of the North, City of FrostRoar, Lands of the Glovers, 289 A.C., mier.**--------------------------------------------He had been in a bad mood for many hours; the memory of a boy under 10 namedays saying that this bcksmith had a small mind still haunted him every few minutes, especially the riddle made by the hooded brat; he still didn't uand those words of the "poor" child. His thoughts were interrupted when he began to see a otion starting to happen around him; people were shouting about something that happeo the eldest son of Lord Carlen Frotniid and about a child they believed to be the little Jon from that stupid song his grandsoo sing.

  Notig that many people were running here and there, especially the crowd that was happening in the main streets, Rut let his curiosity take over at this moment; so he grabbed a girl running in front of his shop by the arm.

  "Wait, girl! you tell me what's happening iy right now?" he asked calmly while examining the child's face.

  The girl looked at him suspiciously, and Rut just sighed.

  Theook a bronze from his pocket and tossed it to the girl, who smiled happily and began to speak.

  "Little Jon is iy! The boy from the legend is real; a Bard in the square said that he handed a golden dragon to him after hearing his own song by the bard! They say the musi even showed the and said it wouldn't be used to stay as a keepsake!" The girl excimed in childish enthusiasm and tinued, "People are now saying that he fought against Lord Frotniid's son, who is known to be evil, and challenged little Jon to a duel; I heard that the wicked son of the lord didn't even have a d lost a hand in two moves by little Jon!"

  She tio speak dreamily like a knight's fantasy as Southerell, but this story seemed much bloodier in Rut's opinion.

  The bcksmith immediately thought that this wasn't something a girl should say so happily, but he didn't have time to say anything because he was interrupted by the little girl at this moment.

  "They are also saying that the boy is 3 meters tall and that he is the son of the North's protector, Lord Stark; little Jo a raven to Winterfell in front of the mayor's son before they fought!" She said still with the same enthusiasm.

  The bcksmith didn't know what to think about it; he found it hard to believe that a child is 3 meters tall, the same goes for being the son of the North's protector. What the hell would a Stark's son be doing in the North?

  With the girl saying this on one of the main streets and heading towards the west gate after buying several carts, Rut wao see this alleged 3-meter-tall boy.

  After letting the girl go to one of the streets where Jon would pass, he returo his shop and closed it temporarily; then he hurried to the main street, which was now surrounded by a crowd of curious people; he finally saw the carts and the boy on one of them, nothing like what they said about the size, he looked like a normal boy hiding his face.

  This would be his thought a few ho before remembering this same boy in his shop a few ho. This kid came to his shop, and he initially thought he was a boy asking to be his apprehen he found out that this boy wao buy rge quantities of materials and tools, which he found a joke, as what he asked for was wold dragons, areated the young man with disdain.

  In turn, the young man got angry with Rut and insulted him in front of him; Rut would usually try to sp him on the head for being cheeky, but the boy's words put the bcksmith in an unsolvable riddle, making him lose sight of the boy.

  But now he saw that the boy was not what he imagined, and a certai crept into his heart; everyone poio the carts that did not need a driver as they followed the boy's lead as some kind of magiow, Rut, although he had never read a book in his life, uood what the boy meant when he called him small-minded. He had judged the brat without giving him a ce. He may have lost gold selling his things, but he gained a life lesson that day, perhaps thinking that he could be more tolerant from now on. He even saw his supposed rival in the sed cart, carrying a part of his workshop in it. Little did he know that after his death, two decades after this day, his name would be recorded iy as a passage thanks to that phrase, about how you 't judge a book by its cover, in a passage about Northern men after he began to tell the phrase and its meaning in the following years. ["Never judge a book by its cover; you might regret it one day." Bcksmith Rut, from FrostRoar, Kingdom of the North.] – Passage from the book, Northern Men XIII.

  -------------------------------------------**Jon Snow POV****Kingdom of the North, City of FrostRoar, Lands of the Glovers, 289 A.C., at this very moment.**--------------------------------------------

  "Finally..." Jon said to himself as he looked at the gate they were passing through. William and Du were worried, especially Du, who had his eyes glued to the city gate guards. However, for some reason, their group was not attacked during our exit, something that surprised them. If Jon had to bet, he believed that Lord Frotniid did not retaliate against them precisely because of the letter he sent to Winterfell. This reminded him of the important things he wrote on those papers, hoping that his father would uand his message and try to iigate some things he reported, even if the Lord of Winterfell was skeptical. He had taken advantage of that paper and written another small message, addressed to Arya and Bran, because besides his father, he missed both of them.

  "I miss, especially my little wolf and her mischief." Joed quietly. Now with the carts out of the city, Joo the north of that path, not wanting to be too obvious with the whole city watg him ehe Wolfwoods directly through the west gate; this would bring tless curious people to sear the forest, so he had to somehow deceive his pursuers, even though there are no soldiers on his trail at the moment, but he khat this could ge. It was strahat he could still hear people shouting his name; he ig with quite a bit of embarrassment as he passed through the city streets, never in his life, did he imagine having attention with thousands of people paying attention to him at the same time. Soon, shouts seeking answers from him disappeared because he was too far from the city, and it didn't take long for the city to be far enough away to disappear from the horizon.

  "Well, that was quite strange; I didn't imagihat after you left, you would attract the attention of the whole city." Said William, who went beside Jon while driving his cart.

  "That's true; I believe your idea of using the hood was to be discreet, but you ended up leaving the city like some kind of hero. Unusual for a day in FrostRoar. Haha." ing from the other side, Du couldn't help but ent. Looking at his group, he was sure he made the best choi leaving his entire life in that city to follow this child, who was supposedly a legend told from a ret fantasy, but seeing the incredible things the boy could do, who wouldn't believe in the bald of little Jon sihen.

  "You're right." Jon admitted with a sigh and tinued speaking. "But that's my fault; I couldn't help but show my emotions when I saw that little sadistic lord. And I didn't take off my hood the whole time because of it." Jon raised his hands and took off his cloak from his head, looking at the two men. William, who had not seen it yet, was stunned by Jon's appearance.

  "Those eyes, so it's true! You're that boy from the song! Although I never paid attention, I heard a few times while my little cousin sang." Admitted William with admiration. Even Du, who had already noticed the boy's gaze, was quite surprised; the boy was indeed a youark, and those eyes stood out a lot on the boy.

  "So, with all that shouting, I heard many questions about you being Lord Stark's son, tell me that's a lie..." Said William with quite some curiosity.

  Jon sighed and said, "It's true, but I'm a Snow. My real name is Jon Snow." The boy admitted while driving the carts, making William release a surprised whistle while Du, this time, was not at all surprised. *Whistle*

  "That's quite ued; I hate nobles, but my aunt Lara sings praises about the Stark family." Said William."My father is an honorable man; he would never let something like what happeo your family happen in his domain. Even other lords wouldn't let something like that pass; that's the way of the North." Jon said, expressing his belief if Du's family situatioo happen in this kingdom.

  "I see..." William mented, but soon Du wao ge the subject.

  "But then, what's your pn? I left with you without knowing anything. I know you're a quite impressive kid, but your father is after you, as is the whole North." Du spoke.

  Jon looked at him surprised; he didn't know the situation, although he had figured that his father would look for him.

  "He is? Good thing I sent that letter. That would expin a lot and inform that I'll be fine." Jon admitted.

  "Anyway, I'll be secluded for a while, learning alchemy and f some things. As you heard, I have giant wolves, and I o take care of one of them before heading north." William and Du felt their hairs stand on end at the mention of giant wolves, but they didn't ent on the fear of seeing these legendary creatures.

  "My camp is in the WolfWoods, but I pn to go north. I don't think Lord Frotniid will let us live after what I did to his son. Not after I know what he's capable of. He didn't attack us iy because that would cause too many problems for him, but I doubt he won't try anything outside the city." Jon reasoned.

  "You're right, and we're in danger. I doubt the three of us handle a group of guards pretending to be bandits." Du said, and this frightened William quite a bit.

  "Wait a minute, my aunt's family will be fine, right?" William was a bit scared about the safety of his aunt and her family since he was seen leaving with the boy in front of the ey.

  "Don't worry. First, I have 4 giant wolves to attay group that pursues us; sed, I'll monitor your family with the birds I got from that shop. I have faith that my father won't stand idly by when he reads my message." Jon said fidently.

  "I uand; I'll trust you, Jon. That would ease me a bit." William sighed.

  "Ahing, there's a question in my mind since you returo my workshop. you expin to me why you trol all these horses, those birds seem very calm in your presence, like that bird in the sky that has been following us since we left the city, and even those damn wolves!?" William spoke again, but this time he seemed hysterical, trying to uand how his view of the world was ging. Du beside him, while the 3 carts lined up as they passed through the northern fields on a small road, leaned in to better hear Jon's answer because he had the same doubts.

  "Have you ever heard of a Warg?" Jon asked back.

  "Just legends for children." Admitted Du; William was lost and didn't respond, as he was raised in the Vale, he was more ined to hear legends of the Andals than the legends of the Northern savages.

  "Actually, they exist, and I believe most of them are beyond the Wall." Jon stated his suspis; he had seen through the memories of the wolves when they entered some humans while in the colder nds, witnessing some skin-ging as old Nao describe.

  "That's incredible; I see how this could be useful..." Admitted Du.

  "However, they are not more powerful thahey usually lose trol of the inal body. I am different, I have..." Joated for a moment, but in the end, he told these men some of his secrets; he wasn't normal, so he had to admit some things.

  "I have blessings from the gods that allow me to and and have more eyes without needing to be unscious, something that turo something pletely different from anything that has ever existed in legends." Jon admitted. He knew he was different, and his powers would make even men known as Warg kings look like little wolf pups, while he would be a giant adult wolf pared to their gifts. 'Maybe I'll bee a dragon as I further develop my powers, as I grow,' ironically, Jon admitted in his mind.

  "Tell me ohing, is it true that you make crops grow in any nd?" William asked curiously; his world logic couldn't be applied in front of this boy.

  "It's true; I accelerate the visible growth of pnts and trees from the ground." Jon admitted; these men would be with him, so it's not something he could hide.

  "That's amazing..." Du let out o him.

  "Well, anyway, let's tinue our little journey. I have a pn to deal with any pursuers in the ing days." Jon said, and they all focused on heading north with some casual talk during this journey.