The most noble and ancient house of Stark (Patreon)

As soon as the words came out of the guardian Jon felt a pulse of enormous energy, the guardian's eyes shone with such intensity that they blinded Jon for a moment, when he opened his eyes he was no longer in that cave with the goblin king, he was in a snowy forest, with pines so tall that the sunlight barely penetrated,  the cold made his bones tremble, he had never felt anything like it, the fog was so dense that Jon could barely see 3 meters in front of him, endless sounds began to be heard between the trees, when the voice of the guardian was heard Jon shuddered

 "Your blood is strong, your convictions firm, and your magic powerful young wolf, but your mind…she is uneasy, how do you plan to destroy the enemies of the Starks if you can't even defeat your own demons” exclaimed the powerful voice

"My heart does not doubt, I am Eddard Stark's son," Jon replied with conviction

“Are you?” said the guardian with a funny tone “I see it all young wolf, your…father Eddard Stark, what a disappointment that the noble house of my masters is led by such a weak Lord, more falcon than wolf, and let's not even talk about your brother, dirtying the noble Stark blood with a disgusting river woman," spat the guardian, while the forest trembled with the guardian's anger

Jon furiously responded to the fog “my father is an honorable man; he is a great Lord and he led the North against the Targaryens and my brother is worthy of the name Stark”

"He did and instead of liberating the North, he exchanged one master for another, at least the dragon lords were powerful, your weak father is nothing more than Baratheon's dog, why should I name you as the heir of everything that my masters, true princes of winter, left behind? When you don't even consider yourself one of them," the guardian's voice replied as he approached Jon through the fog, bright eyes piercing through it and staring at Jon

“I'm Jon son of Edd...” Jon began, only to be hit with great force by the guardian's paw, Jon felt it with the force of 100 horses and was thrown against a tree, where he fell trying to catch his breath

"Who are you, young wolf?" roared the guardian as he stalked Jon's body  “I sense power in your blood, I sense your strength, but your worst enemy is yourself, so tell me who are you?” he exclaimed

"I'm Jon son of Eddard St..." Jon tried to speak only for the guardian to bite him on the shoulder and throw him into another tree

Jon was in so much agony that for a moment he thought about begging for mercy, for the sweet embrace of death, those fangs hurt in his souls and left him trembling, he was about to pass out until the guardian spoke again

"Apparently the river lander trout was right, in front of me there is no Stark, maybe you have always been and will always be a Snow and nothing else" mocked the guardian "I will end your pathetic life, you do not deserve the lordship of such a noble house" roared the guardian as he walked slowly towards Jon

Jon felt fury, as he had never felt it, the guardian was right, his inner demons always held him back, he always considered himself inferior to Robb, and he always held back to avoid attracting attention, in his mind, he considered himself the son of Eddard Stark, but he was always Jon Snow, until this day. The old gods sent him here, not Robb, not his father, him, and he swore by his mother that this would not be the end

"Jon Stark," whispered the young man.

The guardian continued on his way slowly as if he hadn't heard him, Jon gathered his strength and looked at the guardian who was slowly approaching him, stood up and roared "I am Jon Stark" while his gray eyes turned yellow and his arms turned a pale blue and ice particles began to manifest "and I order you to submit," he continued

The Guardian ignored and continued to attack Jon, who still angrily shouted  “I said submit” while raising his arms and from them came out blasts of ice with such power that they sent the guardian flying several meters backwards

The guardian got up and ran towards him again without saying a word, Jon understood, so Jon stood in front of him and shouted "I, Jon Stark, Lord of the noble and ancestral house Stark order you to submit"

The guard stopped short in front of the young boy, stared at him and, to Jon's surprise, bowed his body in submission and replied “as my Lord commanded”

The moment those words were spoken, the fog that covered the forest disappeared and in the blink of an eye Jon was in a place he knew quite well, the great hall of Winterfell, where House Stark honored allies and humbled enemies, there was only one difference, where his father's chair used to be,  there was a magnificent throne, made of white stone with blue details, endless runes were manifested throughout its structure, no doubt Jon knew that it was the throne of winter, from where the Stark kings ruled with an iron fist, on the other side of the room was the door of the Gringotts vault,  Still chained

"You have passed the test my lord, triumph where countless scions failed and lost their lives in the attempt, a Stark worthy of wearing the mantle of the prince of winter, Lord of Wolf's Den, the doors of the vaults will only open before a real Stark, take a seat on his throne, and may the Starks of old give him access to the treasures and knowledge they left behind"

Jon, who still had the wolf's gaze in his eyes replied “so be it, let’s begin, I don't have all day” while taking a seat on the throne of winter, at that moment, hundreds of figures appeared in the room, Jon could not distinguish features, however, Jon knew perfectly well who they were, former Starks, his ancestors, his lineage.

The guardian bowed his head and began “Who was the founder of House Stark?” asked the guardian

Without hesitation Jon replied “Brandon the builder” Jon observed, that after answering correctly the crimson runes lost a little of their shine, as if they had weakened, Jon took it as a good sign

The Guardian Continue “who was the first king to be defeated when the Starks began to unify the northern lands and who was theirs first vassal”

Easy, any northerner worth his weight in salt knows that answer, "the Marsh king, his house was destroyed by Rickard Stark, who allied himself with Cassius Reed, slaying the king and his children in the battle of the blood swamps, and took the king's daughter as the wife of his son Lawrence Stark. Cassius Reed was appointed Lord of the Marches and became a vassal of the kings of winter," Jon exclaimed

The seal lost more power, Jon noticed, the chains that glowed brightly were perhaps half their original power, well Jon thought, he could do this

"Excellent young Stark, the next question, what happened that forced the red kings to submit to the kings of winter, considering that they were the most powerful rivals of the Starks of that time," he asked

Jon knew it's all too well." The Boltons” he answered " they submitted to the kings of winter because the Andal plague was beginning, filthy foreigners with false gods and desecrators of the sacred forests," Jon spat with venom, just thinking of that rotten faith as his blood boiled with hatred, memories of the bitch Septa still fresh in his memory 

When that question was answered the red runes vanished completely, but the chains were still there, the guardian bowed his head respectfully to Jon and said “there is no doubt, you are a real Stark young wolf, the first to visit me in a long time, now stretch out your hand and look at my chest, there is an engraved phrase in the old tongue “Tell me what it means," said the guardian

Jon stretched out his hand without thinking much about the reason and directed his gaze downwards, there were some engraved runes, these he knew very well, they belonged to the first men, runes of his home, Jon supposed that, only a true Stark would have the knowledge to translate them and it was the final test of the guardian,  these in particular were easy, they were the words that all the Starks knew, a warning to themselves and their enemies 

"Winter is coming," Jon replied solemnly

Hearing those words, the guardian bit Jon's arm up to the elbow and his eyes changed from red to white and Jon, who although he had his arm trapped in the guardian's jaws felt no pain, he only felt that the magic of the Starks of these lands judged him as worthy, he somehow felt their approval and good wishes as the new Lord Stark,  it was a feeling of ecstasy that felt eternal, but it only lasted a few seconds, when Jon felt his arm be released, he looked at his hand and there on his finger was a platinum ring with black gems and proud and ferocious in the center the head of the dire wolf roaring, around the ring you could see runes of the first men,  Jon was able to identify some, strength, mind, immunity, poison, knowledge, among many others

He was so amazed at the ring that he forgot about King Rangrok's presence until he let out a laugh, he had returned to the cave, the test had been passed, before the eyes of mother magic, he was Lord Stark “hahahaha excellent work Lord Stark, the goblin nation and Gringotts welcome you and thank you for the activation of the Stark vaults” replied the king while clapping

Jon nodded and replied to the king “on behalf of House Stark I thank King Rangrok for the help given, and as Lord Stark extended the invitation for the renewal of the White Oak Covenant” he said in a solemn voice

The king's personal guard turned to look at each other not knowing what to say, the covenant had not been renewed in a long time, the king nodded softly and spoke “and I, Rangrok the third accept the offer and renew the white oak covenant with Lord Jon, lord of the noble and ancestral house Stark, so be it!” he declared forcefully

The walls of the cavern shook hard for a few seconds and in the blink of an eye, everything was back to normal

Jon and Rangrok stared at each other and at that moment they both knew that, from this moment on, the wizarding world had changed forever.