Is
Jon Snow really dead?
My
friends know I’m a huge Game of Thrones Fanatic. So they asked me what was up with Jon
Snow. Since they also know that I
believe Game of Thrones is based upon the Wheel of Time they asked me whether or
not Jon Snow was really dead. Below is
how I see it all playing out when the show resumes when it comes to Jon.
Jon fell to his knees. He found the dagger’s hilt and wrenched it
free. In the cold night air the wound
was smoking. “Ghost,” he whispered. Pain washed over him. Stick them with the pointy end. When the third dagger took him between the
shoulder blades, he gave a grunt and fell face-first into the snow. He never felt the fourth knife. Only the cold…
Ghost, he screams as his sits up. I was Ghost he thought as he feels his body
where there should be wounds remembering where he had just been stabbed. He looks around at his surroundings and
realizes he isn’t where he should be either.
He was in Winterfell but how could that be. He thinks he must be either dead or
insane. As he wanders the grounds he
finds that the castle is empty. The
ravens are gone from the rookery and the stables are full of bones. It is only the dream he whispers but somehow
he knew that it wasn’t. He starts to run
as he always had in the dream and throws open doors, climbing the tower three
steps at a time, screaming for someone, for anyone. And then suddenly he finds himself in front
of the door to the crypts as he always had.
Its black inside and being afraid he tries to make himself not go down
the spiraling steps but somehow he knows that he must. He enters the crypts and finds the old Kings
of Winter, sitting on their thrones with stone wolves at their feet and iron
swords across their laps, but it isn’t them that he fears. He lets out a yell, “I’m not a Stark, this
isn’t my place!” The crypts grow darker
until he can’t see his hands before his face.
Then suddenly without warning the crypts flood with light and a woman
appears before him. He knows her face,
“Aunt Lyanna?” he says. No she whispers
her lips trembling. “I am not your aunt
for you are my son, Jon”, she says, as tears trickle down her cheeks. His mind races but somehow he knows that she
speaks the truth. She proceeds to tells
him the story of how her brother Eddard put his honor aside to spare him his
life.
She tells him of a man with the soul of a
poet who finds a parchment that tells him who he must become in order to have
any hope of saving the world. How he had
to become a warrior, bring about the end of a dynasty and ask for the sacrifice
of his dearest friend in its doing. She
tells him of the Tower of Joy and how the name was fitting for there she knew
her greatest joy. How she as a maiden
fell in love and married a prince and they conceived a son. She tells him of the man’s closest friend Ser
Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning the greatest knight and swordsman in the
Seven Kingdoms. She tells him of how a
man sacrificed his life on the Trident and with his dying breath called out her
name. She tells him how Ser Arthur Dayne
sacrificed his life in combat because his best friend said that he must for the
greater good. She tells him of how her
brother Eddard slew the Sword of the Morning thinking it the right thing to do
because of his love for her. She tells
him of how she pleaded with her brother and made him promise to keep the secret
of his parentage and raise him as his own because she feared that Robert would
take his life as a threat to his rule. She
tells him of how Eddard agreed to take the sword Dawn to the Wall until the
time when it would be needed. She tells
him that when Eddard had given her his word she fell into the throws of labor
and died in the process. As suddenly as
she had concluded the telling of her story a man with white flowing hair and a
crown upon his head appeared beside her, taking her hand into his lovingly. Jon knowing this man as a king fell upon one
knee and bowed his head. The king’s
voice commanded him to rise as Jon Targaryen, Sword of the Morning. As Jon arose he found that his hand now
clutched the pommel of a sword. He rose
to his feet and the king called him son.
Jon’s glance fell to the sword he was grasping and noticed a light
surrounding it and heat emanating from the blade. Jon spoke to ask why his father had called
him the Sword of the Morning. Rhaegar
Targaryen then explained how Ser Arthur Dayne in giving up his life was reincarnated
into Jon at the moment of his birth. He
explained to Jon how his life had been paid for three times over by himself,
his friend and finally his mother during his childbirth. A tear rolled down Jon’s cheek as he
exclaimed that their sacrifice had been in vain as he told them how he lay
dying at the Wall. Lyanna stepped
forward to hold her son in her arms and whispered in his ear how all that had
happened had been foreseen. Rhaegar his
father stepped forward and embraced Jon and as quick as that it all faded away.
He
was struck with a tremendous force and screamed from the fire raging inside
him, the hungry cold burning without end.
He became aware of a face, his mother he thought. No this woman’s hair was red, who is she? he
thought to himself. He couldn’t quite
put a name to the face he saw as it was just out of his reach, as was his own
name. He tried clearing his head he was
back at the Wall, that much he knew. He found
that he could sense something nearby, not knowing what it was. A remembered pain came next and he remembered
the words “for the watch” but they had no meaning. The woman gasped telling him that what she
did should not have worked because only death pays for life. He suddenly remembered the words that a man
had spoken saying that his life had been paid for three times over. Others who were gathered around the scene
were shocked to see this man lying in a pool of his own blood miraculously healed
from wounds that they certainly knew should have killed him. He sat up and thanked the woman for saving
his life. As he did a huge beast padded
over and licked his face and he grabbed and hugged the direwolf’s neck, Ghost
he yelled. The woman tells him she
believes that Ghost probably had more to do with saving his life than anything
that she herself had did. She tells him that
when she found him he was dead. He rose
to his feet and the lady bowed and called him my lord. He helped her rise and proceeded to walk
giving orders for a man there to bring a heavy hammer to his chambers. He didn’t know why but he knew that man would
obey his orders. He entered what he knew
to be his rooms without saying a word waiting until the hammer arrived in
silence. When the hammer arrived he took
it from the man and started to pound at a wall within the room. The man and woman continued to look at him
not knowing what to think. A hiding
place within the wall appears and he reaches in and pulls out a sword. The sword seemed to come alive in his hands
and heat radiates from the blade. In
that instant it all came flooding back.
My name he thought is Jon Snow, no, that wasn’t quite right; my name is
Jon Targaryen, the Sword of the Morning.
Melisandre drops to her knees and exclaims “Azor Ahai has come
again!”
I
decided to take a break to watch season 5 but I will continue with my full
blown theory very soon. Not sure if in
what format I want to do it. I’m deciding
whether to write it out in story format or just the highlights or a
combination. I’m still deciding. For those of you who have read TWOT you can see exactly where my version of what happens to Jon came from. If not then you weren't paying attention. The beginning is simply a rehash from ASOIAF and then when he enters the crypts it switches to my theory.
