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  Third Person POV

  Winterfell, 292 AC, The day.

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  The day in Winterfell, the presence of Jon's dwarves began to cause some tension. These beings, although small in stature, had surprising strength and liveliness. They were not only skilled in battle, but also had a strong personality, and at times, were provocative when they weren't drunk, as bad mood always domihem.

  As the day progressed, small disagreements arose between the dwarves and some of Winterfell's men. What started as verbal provocation quickly turned into physical flict. The dwarves, despite their size, proved formidable in hand-to-hand bat, using their fists to knock down their oppos.

  The men of Winterfell, caught off guard by the strength and agility of the dwarves, found themselves at a disadvantage. One by ohe northerners fell before the swift and precise blows of the small warriors.

  Jon, notig the turmoil, quickly intervened. With an authority that trasted with his young age, he reprimanded his men, reminding them of the resped hospitality they owed to Winterfell's guests. He also spoke to the dwarves, asking them to moderate their as and respect the rules of House Stark.

  Jon's intervention calmed things down. The dwarves, although still showing an air of defiance, respected the young king's authority and ceased the flict. The men of Winterfell, in turn, withdrew, a bit humiliated by the ued beating.

  This i, although minor, reached Lord Stark with w words. Saying that this was only the beginning and that these people should go away, which was said by his wife, something Ned had already expected knowing her.

  Ned sighed and called Jon, who went to his sor knowing that it was time to leave Winterfell. Although he had missed his brothers and father, he khat his presence tio gee more tensions now with a group of giants and armored soldiers.

  Ned looked at Jon with a mix of pride and mencholy. "Jon," he began, "you've grown more than I could have imagined. You've bee a leader, a warrior... a man in every sense of the word with just 11 namedays. I know things haven't been easy for you here, but I hope you know you'll always be a Stark in your heart."

  Jon nodded, feeling a mix of gratitude. "I know, father. And I thank you for everything you've done for me. But now, I have my own path to follow. The Arctic awaits me, and I have responsibilities to my people in the north."

  Ned approached Jon, pg a hand on his shoulder. "Do everything you , Jon. Not just for the Arctic, but for yourself. You have a great future ahead, and I know you will do extraordinary things."

  The two hugged, a farewell embrace that carried years of unspoken history, affe, and mutual respect. "Always be true to yourself, Jon. And know that Winterfell will always be your home."

  Jon nodded, ign that part about home, because he didn't feel that way here. With those st words of encement, Jon turo leave.

  "Wait Jon, there's one more thing." Ned suddenly called his attention, and Jon looked at him curiously.

  "A few years ago when you crossed the Wall, King Robert came to Winterfell and he really wao see you, but you were no longer seen, he asked me to give you a summons to King's Landing..." Ned spoke cautiously, he didn't want Jon to go to King's Landing and he only told him that because Jon had to know that the king on this side of the Wall wao see him.

  "Ah yes, the Night's Watch warned me about that as well, well... I'll give the same answer I gave to the Lord ander..." Jon spoke calmly. "Your Majesty, with all due respect, you shove that order up your royal ass." Jon's words echoed through Ned's sor.

  ...

  This bold and disrespectful answer caused a shocked silence for Lord Stark. "Jon! You don't expect me to say that to the king, you should at least respect him!" Ned spoke in a tone of reprimand, unsure of what to say if Jon spoke like that in public.

  "I'm sorry, father. But I'm not part of your kingdom, so he 't just tell me to go to King's Landing with a summons. And knowing how greedy the people of King's Landing are, you should never believe 100% in aer that es from there," Jon spoke calmly.

  Ned agreed, knowing the thought was valid. "Jon, I uand your feelings, but you must learn to measure your words, especially in front of the king. The king could un atta Artica."

  "Bff. As if the king had moo move an exercise beyond the Wall," Jon was somewhat aware of the kingdom's eic situation.

  "Now I'm leaving, hope to see you in a few years." Jon hugged him once more.

  "Alright. Try to keep in touch," Ned said, and Jon nodded.

  Joo where he had stored his armor and Ghost's. It was time to mount them on their bodies again, with Hodor's help, they easily put it on the wolf.

  As Jon's camp was dismantled and the tents prepared for departure, the atmosphere in Winterfell was charged with mixed emotions. There alpable sense of awe as the giants began to move out of the castle with their things.

  Joermined and focused, supervised the final preparations. Now it was time to return to Artica, the pce he now called home.

  Before leaving, Jon made o visit to Old Nan, but someone approached him with great sadness in their eyes. "Let me go with you, Jon. I want to see Artica, I want to be where you are!" Arya said with determination, almost g.

  Jon, looking at his younger sister with a mix of affe and sorrow, tried to expin. "Arya, Artica is a pce far from Winterfell, your parents would never let you live in a wild nd, even if I tried to expin.”

  Arya's insistence was fierce, her eyes bright with tears aermination. "I fight, Jon! I learn and do anything! I don't want to stay here!"

  "I'm sorry, sister... I 't take you without your parents' permission, even though I know you would be safe with me," Jon avoided g as his sister begged him to take her. "You're still too young, my little wolf. There will be a time for your own adventures, but now is not that time," Jon added, but Arya just walked away without looking at him.

  Jon watched her walk away with a heavy heart, then turo visit Old Nan. Finding her in her usual er, Jon approached with an expression of resped affe. "Old Nan, I've e to say goodbye," he began, his voice veying a mix of affe and formality.

  Old Nan looked at Jon, her eyes showing a glint of wisdom and nostalgia. "Jon Snow, I've seen many Starks e and go, but you... you are something different," she said with a frail, but emotional voice.

  Jon smiled softly. "I'm leaving for Artian. Would you like to e with us?" Jon asked, remembering their previous versation.

  The old woman nodded, a glint of excitement iired eyes. "After seeing the army you and, the stories you tell... Yes, Jon, I would like to see this pce called Artica. It seems to be

  a pce of great wonders and, in my years, what more could I desire than to witness something new araordinary before I die, if I die here, I fear for my grandson's life..." She referred to Hodor and with that accepted Jon's proposal.

  "You will be wele in Artica, Old Nan. Your wisdom and stories will be a treasure for my people," Jon said sincerely. "I will arrange for you to have a fortable journey."

  They talked a bit more, with Jon shariails about Artid Old Nan listening attentively, abs every word. With Old Nan and Hetting into a wagon with their things, Jon turo his siblings who were g beside their father.

  Jon approached calmly, “Hello little ones, it seems this will be the st time we see each other for a while.”

  “Why do you have to go away?! You should live here, this is your home!” Arya excimed.

  “I'm sorry, my little wolf, but Artica is now the pce I belong and have responsibilities, but we will see each ain.”

  “How long...?” Bran asked with tears in his eyes and a sad look while g silently.

  “I don't know, 3, 4, or 5 years, I'll be busy until then, but I will never fet you, you are my family and I love you.” Jon was sincere.

  “So long!!” Arya shouted and started running towards the castle, and Jon looked sadly after her.

  “Sorry about that Jon, she shouldn't have dohat,” his father said with a tone of sadness.

  Jon nodded sadly and hugged Bran as tightly as he could. After that, he went to Ghost and mounted his giant wolf, heading towards the gate where his group waited, aligned.

  “Let's head north aurn to Artica!” Jon gave the order and began to move away from the gates of Winterfell, leading the group.

  “He's sad, isn't he?”

  “Should we talk to him?”

  “Should we sing?”

  “Stop it, he just said goodbye to his family, his sister ran off without even a hug. Of course, he's sad...”

  “But a song solves problems!”

  “And a cigar!”

  “Stop it! Just leave him alone.”

  On the way, Jon ighe whispers of the dwarves while leading the group with his wolf, Ghost sensing his sadness. But Jon couldn't do anything to improve it, just keep moving forward and hope to see his family as soon as he could in the ing years. The Winter he had acquired, now fixed on Ghost's armor, didn't bring as much joy as he imagined.

  Days passed on the journey, and something strange happened during that time. One day, Jon was a bit dazed by a snowstorm in the middle of summer. The caravan, moving steadily northward, had to stop at Jon's and.

  “Listen, everyone, a storm is ing, we must set up a camp to protect ourselves from it!” He ordered, and everyone began to move.

  “Hodor!” Hodor was a bit frightened, but Joo him.

  “It's going to be okay, even though something like this shouldn't happen at this time of year, only when...” Jon stopped for a moment, remembering his past and the straorm ing. He knehy the birds of the north could feel it, and he, with his warg, khese feelings. “It's going to be okay, Hodor, trust me.” Jon said and moved to start helpi up the camp.

  As soon as they set up the camp, with the day darkened by bck clouds, the storm hit with force, with snow and wind.

  “Everyoay in your tents until the storm passes!” Jon ordered and he went to his tent.

  The storm was shaking his tent vas.

  “Why now...” Jon asked, a bit disturbed beside Ghost, w why here and now this stra was happening.

  “

  Jon...” Jon heard a familiar void opened his eyes, looking around the tent, but there was no ohere except his wolf looking at him with an expression of curiosity about his master's behavior.

  “Jon...” Jon heard the voice again and rushed out of the tent, battling against the wind and snow of the storm, his vision obscured.

  "WHERE ARE YOU?!" He shouted worriedly, but the only response he heard was the wind, with Ghost ing to his side.

  "Jon..." For a third time, his name was called. Johat this person was not here; he heard the voice calling as if it were right o his ear, but now he sensed where the voice was ing from.

  He wasted no time and called Ghost to mount the wolf.

  "Let's go, buddy, we o move fast!" Jon said with , and they headed south. The cold wind of the storm cut his face as the giant wolf moved agilely through the dense snow. A snowstorm was always an impossible adversary, but Ghost showed unusual dexterity, dodging any obstacle that appeared in their limited visibility. He uood the urgency of his master and moved in that dire.

  Snowfkes swirled around them, creating a whirlwind of white and gray that swallowed the dark ndscape. Despite the strength of the wind and snow, Ghost advanced determinedly, his steps firm, leaving deep footprints in the snow b.

  Jon, with his eyes half-closed against the assault of the cold wind, focused on the voice he had heard. "Where are you?" he murmured to himself, his voice almost muffled by the howl of the wind.

  "Jon..." The voice, though distant, seemed to guide him, pulling him in a specific dire. Jon trusted his instincts, as well as Ghost's. Together, they raced against the storm, a perfeion of man and wolf fag the whims of nature.

  Finally, after a hard and challenging run through the blizzard, Johey were approag the epiter of the storm. He noticed a bright spot in the midst of the storm and headed in that dire.

  ...

  Arya Stark, the young and fearless daughter of Eddard Stark, found herself in a dangerous and unfortable situatioermio follow her brother Jon to Artica, she had fled Winterfell but now faced the sequences of her impulsive decision. The falling blizzard was an adversity Arya had never faced before. The intense cold peed her clothes, threatening her ce and resilience.

  "Jon..."

  Taking refuge ihe hollow of a rge tree trunk after losing her horse to the storm, Arya shivered incessantly, her frozen hands struggling to keep a small fire lit. The howling wind of the snowstorm infiltrated through the tree's cracks, threatening to extinguish the fragile fme with each gust.

  Arya gathered small twigs and pieces of wood, feeding the fire with careful movements. Her fingers, stiff and numb from the cold, made the task difficult. With eaew piece of wood that burned, a small wave of heat spread, brief relief against the biting cold.

  "Jon..." She murmured tirelessly.

  ed in her cloak, Arya huddled iight space, trying to serve as much heat as possible. Her thoughts revolved around Jon, her family, and the decision to leave Winterfell. However, despite the fear and cold, Arya refused to give up. The fme of the fire, though small and trembling, was a symbol of her will to survive and move forward. With each frozeh, Arya remained focused on keeping the fire lit, her mind fixed on the hope of finding Jon again and proving to herself that she was capable of fag the adversities of a world beyond the walls of Winterfell and making her brother take her to Artica.

  Suddenly, she heard footsteps approag through the sound of winds, which startled her, w what could appear in the middle of a storm. But her look of fear turned into realization when she saw the giant wolf with Jon on top appearing in front of her.

  "Arya?!" Her brother looked at her with wide eyes.

  "Jon!!!" She excimed, her teeth chattering from the cold, as her brressively approached and grabbed her, pulling her into the storm while he hugged her. But instead of the cold wind, Arya felt her body magically warm up with the embrace of the brother she loved more than anyone.

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