Jon left Winterfell at that time and walked towards the dense woods near the castle. He started hunting for game to keep in his storage space.
He is planning to hunt and cook as much meat as he can. If he can he will hunt food that will last him ten years but he knows that is not possible unless he will spend years on this idea.
After hunting four large stags near Winterfell, he knew his uncle will send a team to find if he doesn't return, do he used his speed which is four times faster than before and ran North.
While roasting meat on a fire, he was lost in thought and as a result, the fire burned through to his hand. He didn't feel anything, only after a long time had passed did he look down to check his meat but found it completely burnt.
Meanwhile, he had forgotten to remove his hand and have been holding the wire that held his burnt stake this entire time.
The fames had been silently licking his hand and by all logic, he should have been burned to a crisp just like that stake but his hand is completely intact.
It seems his power is being impervious to fire. What else? Then he realized his feet are touching the ground bare.
He had rushed to turn the meat after taking a bath nearby, forgetting to put on his shoes. By all logic, he should have frost bite by now. However, it seems his feet still have a normal warmth as even slightly warmer than normal people in the perpetual cold North.
His body seems to be special indeed. Now that he has time, the more he thinks about it, the more firm he is about his decision. Everyday before sleeping he practiced his sword skills, the day is spent running with more speed than the last day.
He can feel it, his body is getting stronger with every push and strain he put on it. This must be the potential she has talking about. Thinking about Amelia his eyes soften, he let her down.
The last day he saw her, his heart had hurt a lot after rejecting her offer to leave with him. He knew what his gut was telling him. Even if they meet next time, the two of them will forever be separated from that point on. The river water will not mix with the well water.
He had been do heart broken he couldn't sleep that night. His heart was heavy and sore as if a thousand needles pierced through non stop.
He ran and ran until met a group pulling and killing people. 'Bandits he had thought, why would bandits appear here so close to Winterfell?
He had no time to think deeply as two of the bandits ran to him trying to take him down together.
Jon, had drawn his sword and released them of their heads. Then he moved on to the next group. Ghost had ran up and pulled one to the ground with a single leap and a tight grip on the man's throat with his powerful fangs.
The dire wolf hadn't pulled hard separating the man from enjoying the benefits of a wind pipe. Blood splattered all over Ghost's pure white snout making the scene look gruesome.
11 men and three younger looking boys. A massacre. Jon felt his heart send heat with his blood all over his body and a 'bang' sound came from inside his chest area as if something was let loose and released throughout his limbs, head, even his bones felt robust as it a stream of power travels all over with his blood.
A mysterious word came to mind. 'Breakthrough' Jon smiled feeling like his training had been leading towards this moment. The indescribable pleasure that filled him up the bones and blood made him let out a contented sigh.
It took a few moments for Jon to realize what he had just done. This was the first time he had killed someone. Looking at the women disheveled, others lying on the ground looking like they have gone through hell, whatever guilt he may have felt disappeared with the melted snow.
He had stayed in the village helping them recover and burn their dead. The coins in the hands of the bandits all given to them to move to a safer location.
After letting them leave towards a safer town, he continued his journey. To his astonishment, he saw the ring on his finger disappear from his finger leaving behind a barely noticeable mole on the index finger.
Jon had attempted to use items in his space and found it impossible. His heart sank. He had relied on this single space item to store so much food even from Winterfell, especially the salt, sugar and chilly just so he can have a better time when he reached up North.
He has a cloth bag to dispel suspicion but it is nothing compared to having the space item. He panicked and sulked for half a day.
Not to mention she had even put saplings of wild vegetables inside with hope to plant it if he reached a favorable place. There is tomatoes, a black walnut sapling, this is the favorite food for him when the servants were feeding him moldy food in Winterfell.
Then there's the yellow potatoes he dug up. After roasting them, they taste quite sweet so he started to actively look for them when he hunts. Jon sulked but went up north all the same. His goal has not changed.
One morning he subconsciously took out the toothbrush from his space and jumped in surprise when it appeared on his hand. Laughing wildly he checked his space and what he saw shocked him to core.
The inside of his space has changed from an open space with white clouds surrounding the boundary and the ground to open land with white clouds on the boundary of he space not on the ground.
Does this mean he can plant food here now? How to plant food if he is outside and the land is inside. As soon as this thought crossed his mind, his body appeared inside the space.
Jon shook and tried to exit. He appeared outside again. First thing he wanted to check is whether he can pull living things inside.
Amelia had set out to sea with her companions. They set her up with a passable cabin and let her rest.
She has been cultivating the dense water magic in the air when a nock disturbed her. Upon opening the door, she found Mark carrying a book.
"My lady." He looked at her, Amelia also took a closer look at him.
"Why are you here captain?" She asked him looking at the flute in his hand.
"I wanted to check if everything is to your liking." What he didn't say is that this is a place reserved for him. That is why it is large, clean and has a soft bed. He had told the men to bring her here to stay and moved his things to another room.
Mark doesn't know why he did such an unnecessary thing. But seeing the genuine smile on her face, he suddenly felt it all worth it.
Amelia filed her arms not inviting him inside. "Are you nor married Mr. Wood?" She asked him seeing he is flirting with her.
"No. I haven't gotten married yet. Do you want to marry me, lady Amelia?" He blurted out unintentionally making Amelia let out a bell like laugh.
"I just broke up with someone. I am not looking for something serious. Also.." She looked at him up and down, her eyes lingering below his waist more than necessary. "I like shaved ...bits.." the door closed with a 'bang' and he heard Amelia let out that delightful laugh from inside.
He knew it! He wasn't wrong. She has fondness for him too.
Amelia drank the mana dew and let it forge her bones, body and blood. To ensure she doesn't skink up the room, she entered her space and let the pain wash over him.
What he found out after consuming mana dew last time is that her magic channels can now carry twice the amount of magic compared to before.
This is not all good news since the magic in the air is dry and almost nonexistent. The only reason she is not despairing is that her mana dew produces mana and fills up her channels as well. Which means she doesn't need the world to have magic for her to grow stronger.
In a few days she reached level two peak and her mental power shot up awakening her telekinesis perk of her bloodline.
She didn't slack off and continued to cultivate the access mana in her body after it had finished upgrading her body.
The awful smell of impurities is taken care off inside her space if only just to keep thw cabin smelling fresh as the day she moved in. With added feminine fragrance from her bath and the fabrics in the room that she uses.
One normal day, Amelia cane out to the deck so she can watch h the sea. "Only three weeks before we reach Pentos, lady Amelia haven't even had a meal with me."
Mark is wronged. Can anyone tell him what Amelia is doing inside her room all day long without coming out even for meals?
"But my lord, you didn't tell me you want me to share a meal with you." Amelia, took his big hand into her own and looked at him in the eyes.
"I shaved." He blurted out nervously.
"Hahahaha.." Amelia let out a pleasant laugh. She then pulled him into the stairs going down into the cabin.
"My lady.." Mark's eyes sparkles as he heard her laugh again. This sound is simply intoxicating.
"Call me Amelia, Mark Woods." She looked at him. When they reached her room, his room, she let his sit on the small chair with a small square table. She pretended to open the luggage and pulled out two bottles of wine she had taken from one of the space rings.
Amelia hadn't used many space artifacts after awakening her dimension so she didn't know that thing she gave to Jon is actually a growth type item that improves along with the owner.
The brown space stone is actually extremely rare amongst space stones. Because of its ability to improve alongside its master as they continue to breakthrough levels.
The most interesting part is its ability to mutate depending on the master and the situation.
Amelia put two clear glass cups of the table and sat opposite Mark. "This spirit wine is made from fine herbs with mana so it cannot be bad. Let's taste it." She poured her own glass and then his before closing the bottle cap and putting it on the table.
"Ever since you entered this place you seem about to burst. Something wrong Mark?" She asked him when she saw he is not drinking.
Mark stood abruptly and pulled her into his arms. "Amelia..." He breathed in the smell of her hair with a look of holding back.
Amelia didn't dislike him. His body is so sturdy and tall. It feels like being embraced by a giant.
"I'm sorry, this room just smells ...nice. Your hair also smells like this room. Look, Amelia.. look how perfectly you fit in my arms." He then pulled her to sit on the table.
"I must be losing my mind. I can't seem to stop, not a moment without seeing your face in my head. Did you bewitch me?" He tightened his arms around her small waist. His breathing labored he even let out soft grunts as it every moment hiding her a string of control is that much closer to snapping.
"I can't hold back.." She felt his temperature spike. A large tent rose in his pants.
"Do you want to marry first?" His question came out a little husky. He will not force her, having him in his arms like this is already very good.
"Gods...I want you, Amelia. Do you want me?"
"Mark." She called out softly. He closed his eyes thinking, this is it, she is about to reject me. He waited for her to continue.
"Take me to bed." She breathed.
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