[Chapter Size: 2200 Words.]
Third Person POV.
Sowhere on North.
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"Ah, you're back! This camp becos interesting again! Give a hug, my friend!" Tormund's voice exclaid as he approached Jon, hugging him while laughing, lifting him slightly off the ground as Jon felt a bit lost with the gesture. Everyone around them watched, curious about the interaction.
It was night when Jon had woken up, a few hours after his experience with the root paste. He felt a bit strange since seeing all the visions, wondering if that was his future in this world.
Lucis had reported how his eyes turned milky white while he was connected to the tree, and the children of the forest rely observed, saying he was still in the process of awakening more of his powers. She was worried because, after the first hour, Jon had shown no change, still lying on the ground. Even though Leaf assured them he was fine, just needing ti.
Two, three, four hours passed, and only in the fifth hour did he finally wake up, his eyes returning to normal as he blinked, slightly dazed, while Lucis imdiately approached him.
"How are you?" she asked, relieved.
"I'm fine, except it feels like a stone fell on ..." Jon murmured, standing up but not sharing anything more with her.
"How was it?" Leaf asked.
"I saw so things, but I think it worked," he replied, without sharing the details with anyone.
After getting up, he returned to the tent after saying goodbye to Ilyana, her assistants, and the children. When he arrived, he found Val still in front of the tent, waiting for so ti.
Coincidentally, Ygritte also appeared at that mont. Jon had a brief conversation with the three won, who seed to exchange tense glances, especially Val, who quickly realized that both of them had already been with Jon, or at least that's what the looks indicated. One seed visibly embarrassed, and the other, very bold.
In the end, Jon decided not to spend the night cooking, as he had brought good supplies from the north, including so deer he had hunted in the past few weeks and stored in his space. He had the idea to make a feast for the people near the tent.
He began preparing the food, while his group, which initially included only Lucis, Ygritte, Val, and Lafy, began to grow as more people approached.
One of these people was Guren, who ca to talk to Jon. He was a bit cautious, as he had never really liked Jon when he led the group north to fight the dead, but he had to acknowledge Jon's extraordinary skills and that he had saved the camp.
Guren even apologized, looking at Jon with both fear and respect. Jon, however, didn't care much about it, simply accepting the apology while continuing to prepare the at. Karsi also joined them with her daughters.
As the group grew, Jon ended up putting two more deer on the spit, preparing a bigger feast. He asked the others to help him, as he wouldn't be able to do everything alone.
Tormund then arrived last, and once everyone began eating and drinking, the big red-haired man laughed and spoke in his usual exaggerated manner. Jon liked the man and joined him in conversation, as usual, considering him a good friend and soone fun, much like his old companions in Skyrim.
Despite Tormund constantly asking about what Jon had faced, Jon shared a few things, ntioning that he saw many dead to the north and was searching for an ancient weapon, but without going into detail. He didn't ntion the army of the dead in front of everyone, saving that information for the leaders. They would decide what to do next starting tomorrow.
Thus, the night went on. Jon avoided answering most of the questions about himself, about how he could do such things, or whether he was human, as many wondered if he was a god or sothing like that. So even said he had been sent by the old gods, but Jon only replied that he was an ordinary mortal.
In the end, Jon went to Lucis's tent, under the watchful eyes of Val and Ygritte, though they eventually returned to their tribes. Jon slept with Lucis in a much more intimate way than he used to, as before he only played with her, but now he treated her as soone closer, and the girl sought the warmth of the Dragonborn.
Lafy noticed the way the two behaved, raising an eyebrow just before going to sleep, seeing how her sister had changed with Jon, but said nothing and went to bed while the boy waited for the next day's training.
Jon got up, putting on his clothes, leaving Lucis behind. "You're already awake...?" Jon said to the boy, who was also waking up.
"Yes, I want your training again!" He asked, but Jon refused.
"Not now... I'll have to leave. Tell your sister, when she wakes up, that I went to the leaders' eting. They're already here to call ..." Jon spoke calmly, before petting his small crow that was climbing the cage. He left it there and walked out, monts later eting Karsi as she approached with her n from her nephews' tent.
"Well, good to see you're awake..." Karsi began. "Will you accompany to the eting?" She asked, and Jon nodded.
"Why not, that's what I'm here for..." Jon smiled at the woman as he followed her, letting her lead the way.
They walked towards the main tent of the camp, still receiving many glances from all the tribes they passed, Jon's purple eyes standing out easily, a sign of recognition based on the rumors. But he remained calm, and Karsi said nothing either. They continued to the eting place, quickly being allowed in by the guards.
Inside, they found the leaders gathered, with a few exceptions for those who couldn't attend. Val was there, along with her sister, watching Jon's arrival. It wasn't just her; everyone in the room was doing the sa.
"Well, you're here, Jon Snow..." Della spoke as Jon ignored the stares.
"You called , so here I am," he replied simply, unfazed by the reactions around him.
"Cassio said you had sothing important about the North after your expedition..." Della comnted.
"Yes, I found so interesting things and others that are quite concerning," Jon said. "The question is: are you ready to hear what I have to say?" He looked firmly at everyone, knowing he would be direct and not waste ti explaining how they were easy prey for the monsters to the north.
"Speak already!!" Sixskins growled from one side.
"Maybe if you asked more politely..." Jon replied calmly, but tired of this man trying to contradict them every chance he could.
"Speak already, southern outsider!" Sixskins repeated, while others wondered if he was a fool, acting out of envy and fear.
Before the warg could say anything else, his neck was suddenly squeezed. Under everyone's gaze, he began to rise, suspended in the air with nothing holding him but an invisible grip on his neck, causing all the leaders to take a step back, frightened by the scene. Jon had his hand raised, as if from his position he was holding the man by the neck, while Sixskins looked at him with pure terror in his eyes.
"By the gods!" The leaders murmured, scared, witnessing Jon's abilities for the first ti, confirming the rumors about impossible feats.
"I don't demand much, but it's best to keep respect with from now on. If you don't like , keep it to yourself. Now, if you think you can stand above in front of , co, and I'll prove you wrong." Jon said. His words echoed through the tent, while Sixskins turned more and more purple, his blood stalling, and he began to lose consciousness, still with terror reflected in his eyes, fixed on Jon.
"Jon, you can't kill him..." Karsi murmured beside him, as surprised as the others. He heard her, and Jon sighed, then simply let go of the man, who rolled across the tent floor until he hit a cloth in a corner.
"Well, now we can have a civilized conversation, or do I need to prove that I'm not soone you can ss with again? I won't allow anyone to speak to like that anymore." Jon declared firmly, though maintaining a calm tone, knowing he needed to move forward.
"Well, the idiot provoked you, even after the rumors. He should've known sothing like this could happen," Tormund comnted among the leaders, starting to laugh. The others looked at him, wondering if he was sane for laughing at sothing so surreal.
"Please, continue. I'm sure no one else will say anything against you..." Della replied, still stunned, while looking at Val, who kept a calr expression than everyone else, already used to these oddities. After all, everyone was wondering how he grabbed a man by the neck from that distance... it was dangerous, and they could all end up like Sixskins.
"Well, what I found in the North... was a..." Jon began recounting what he had already repeated to so in the camp, while the leaders had various expressions, but without exception, all bore a somber look.
"Are you saying there are thousands of cold shadows and their armies of the dead in the North, and they could easily wipe us out?" one of the leaders exclaid, incredulous at what he was hearing.
"I know it's a lot, but yes. And it's best that, as soon as Mance returns, you start preparing to move south..." Jon gave his advice, ending the conversation.
"..." No one could say anything more after that, and the place fell into total silence, except for Sixskins, who lay unconscious in a corner.
"I heard you're planning to head south..." Then soone broke the silence, changing the subject, and cautiously asked Jon, while most of them were still thinking about what they'd just heard regarding the dead.
"Yes, I have sothing to take care of there, but it's not like I'm leaving permanently. I've seen what's in the North, and I've decided to help, whether by talking to the southern people or fighting alongside you." Jon spoke. After all, despite being a selfish person, his sense of duty was now focused on helping these people, who were at a disadvantage and could die without a chance to flee, while they would have to fight against their own people in the south and the Wall to avoid being killed by the dead.
"I've heard you're a Stark..." Styr comnted, giving Jon a hard look, though he didn't speak like Sixskins, while the others frowned, bothered by the fact that the Starks were their enemies.
"I have Stark blood, but I'm not as close to them as you might think. And I'm not from the south, whether you believe it or not. In the end, does it even matter?" Jon said, looking at everyone, making it clear they wouldn't stop him from doing what he wanted. Besides, Jon had proven he could kill a White Walker, sothing no one else had done. Most of them thought he was trustworthy or their best chance.
"Fine, let's forget about that. If there's an army of wights to the north, we must prepare. But, you can make your decision," Della concluded.
"Half of the camp will follow Mance, but what about the rest? They're saying that the outsider should be the King Beyond the Wall," Rattleshirt, the Lord of Bones, murmured with another dark look at Jon.
"I didn't know I was that popular," Jon simply responded. "Anyway, I'll be going. I have things to do, and I will return," Jon said, ignoring the final comnt.
"There's one more thing before we finish," Harma Dogshead said, drawing the attention of those who weren't in despair from knowing about the army of the dead to the north, and continued, "So sentinels are saying they saw a giant creature flying over its area, white as snow. It's scaring everyone."
"A giant creature?" soone scoffed.
"Yes, that's what they all say. Even the wargs have been seeing it since last night. Should we be concerned and send a group to check?" Harma asked.
"Don't worry about the creature," Jon suddenly spoke. "I encountered it to the north, and it's been following ever since we got separated a bit after arriving at the camp..." He still rembered that, although the creature—the dragon—had snarled at him and flown away, days later, it had started following him, staying on his trail but not getting too close. He still didn't fully understand what it ant, but he wouldn't let anyone harm it.
"You can't be serious. What kind of creature is this?" soone asked.
"Well, if you're lucky, you'll see it soon enough," Jon said. And it seed he was right, for at that mont, a gigantic roar erupted from one of the corners of the camp, heard by more than 100,000 people, as their eyes turned in that direction and the leaders stared at the tent entrance, stunned.
"Speaking of which, it seems she's already here," Jon said simply before walking out of the tent to see what the dragon wanted. After all, it was here for him.
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