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  Third Person POV

  The Wall, 292 AC, At the some moment.

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  Dawn brought with it the promise of a new day as Jon Snow, Arya Stark, and the Arctic group approached the Wall with each step in that m. The sky, still painted in the pale colors of dawn, cast a soft light over the ndscape.

  Jon, mounted on his giant wolf, Ghost, led the group with a serious and ptive expression. By his side, Arya, full of anticipation and ay, observed every detail of the unfolding ndscape before her eyes for the first time, and she was about to pass that ice structure soon. She had never been so close to the Wall, no, she had never seen it and only heard Uncle Bealk about the night's watd the legendary wall, and the magnitude of the structure now left her both amazed and intimidated.

  "Jon, it's huge!" excimed Arya, uo take her eyes off the immense ice barrier.

  "Yes, it's the Wall, Arya. It protects the realm from everything that lies beyond it," Jon replied, his tone refleg deep respect for the aral structure, as he knew very well what it protected the realm of men from, even though no one believed his words here.

  As they approached, Jon turo Arya with a grave look. "Arya, I need you to hide in one of the wagons until we pass through the Wall. There are still risks, and we ot be careless now, as Uncle Benjen might see you and send you back to Winterfell, do you want that?" he said, his voice low so that only Arya could hear.

  Arya nodded, uanding the need for caution. "Okay, Jon. I'll do what you say."

  One of the dwarfs helped Arya, while ughing, to settle into one of the wagons, c her with furs and supplies to ensure she remained hidden and safe. "Stay quiet until I tell you it's safe," the dwarf instructed, cheg to make sure she was well hidden.

  Meanwhile, Jon had takeions to ehe journey was smooth. He knew Lord Stark, his father, had not been able to send any search for Arya due to the storm that ravaged the region, a ce or the gods fav Arya, which pyed in her favor. Moreover, Jon had skillfully intercepted the messenger ravens that could alert the lords of the nds they passed through about Arya's disappearand asking them to search for her with his group.

  The decision to take his sister with him beyond the Wall weighed on his mind; he khat what he was doing directly tradicted his father's wishes and he could be hated for it, but his vi that he was ag in Arya's best i strengthened his determination.

  "I'm doing this for you, Arya," Jon murmured to himself, justifying his a. "In Arctic, you will have the freedom you always wanted, plus I will make you more intelligent thaer Luwin and so many dylike skills that you will rival queens of the past, leaving even Sansa in a mediocre form."

  "I'll face the sequeer," Jon cluded, determio move forward. "Now, my priority is Arya and her future in Arctic."

  Arya, unaware of Jon's internal flict, absorbed the ndscape around her uhe cloths of the wagon as they approached the wall, which they were finally arriving at. As Jon Snow's caravan approached Castle Bck, the imposing fortress of the Night's Watch emerged before them again with sounds of warnings about their arrival.

  Jon, mounted on Ghost, his giant wolf, led the group towards the castle gate. As the gate itself opened for him and his group, with the guards on top of the wall spotting the caravan and, reizing Jon, giving orders for the gates to be opehe heavy wooden and iron doors began to move, creating a path for Jon and his group to enter Castle Bd head straight to the north.

  Jon instructed his men to pass quickly through the castle, heading north of the Wall. He khat his and Arya's prese Castle Bck could raise questions he preferred to avoid at that time. Moreover, he wao ehat Arya and the rest of the caravan were safe beyond the Wall before fag the Lord ander.

  "Move forward. I will meet you soon," Jon said to his men, his voice den with authority beyond his age, impressing the men of the watch. Joo one of the wagons and whispered softly, "Arya, stay with Ghost. I'm going to speak with the Lord ander and will be back with you soon."

  Arya nodded, as Jon headed aloo the tower where the Lord ander of the Night's Watch kept his main chamber, his sor. As Jon walked through the corridors of the castle, the members of the Night's Watch greeted him with respect, some with looks of surprise at seeing the famous Jon Snow, the 11-year-old boy who ands an army of giants and donates many resources to the order, back at Castle Bck. Jon nodded in response, heading towards where the Lord ander awaited him.

  Jon Sered the room of the Lord ander of the Night's Watch with a firm and fident stance. Jorah Mormont, always a man of serious and imposing appearance, was seated behind his desk, covered in maps and dots. His shrewd eyes observed Jon with a mix of resped curiosity.

  "Jon Snow, or should I say king of Arctic?" the Lord ander began, his deep voice eg in the room. "So, you are returning to the north?"

  "Yes, it's time to return to my nd," Jon spoke.

  "You know the king might make some demands when he finds out about this, especially when someone says he could shove the draft order up his hole, someone will say exactly those words, even though I didn't write that iter I sent to King's Landing," he spoke in a serious tone.

  "It's all right, I talked about this with my father. I'm not ed with southern kingdoms. I'm ending most of the invasions you would have iure and am trying to educate the people beyond the Wall to live better and eveiate with other nds across the sea. We reach a sensus, which will help the Watd the North more than all efforts in 8,000 years," Jon spoke, intending to end the savagery, bringing the people known as wildlings into a civilized, rich, literate, and intelligent society.

  "That sounds like a dream, but I see yood iion, so as long as I am the Lord ander, you will have my support as long as you never harm this side of the Wall," he spoke, and Jon nodded.

  "Believe me, Lord ander, we will be good allies, and even if the king dislikes my response or tries to retaliate, I'm sure a war beyond the Wall would be quite unpopur and expehe Watch is also an anization indepe of the Iron Throne," Jon reasoned.

  "You speak the truth, but we ot refuse an order from the king; it would put us in a difficult position."

  "Maybe Arctic could fihe Watch? We've dohat before," Jon joked.

  "Hahaha. Kid, you're funny. An anization beyond the Wall finang us to protect the wall and the south of the Wall? Hahaha! It's been a long time since I ughed like this," the Lord ander ughed heartily in his sor.

  Jon waited for Jeor to stop ughing before tinuing, "The people in Arcti still support the Night's Watch, but I will ehat our retions with Arctic remain strong and beneficial for both sides. Arctic has bee an indepe kingdom, but our proximity to the Wall and the Night's Watch makes an alliaal for the security of everyone."

  The Lord ander nodded, p Jon's words. "I uand the importanaintaining a friendly retionship with Arctic, especially sidering the strength of your army. I doubt anyone from the seven kingdoms would want to put their army against 500 giants in an unknown nd."

  "So, do we have a peace agreement?" Jon spoke.

  The Lord ander looked at Jon, weighing his words. "As I said, you have my support, Jon. But remember, the bance is fragile. We o work together to maintain stability in the region. And I am surrounded by ungrateful people, no matter how you help them."

  Jon nodded, uanding humaions, especially in a penal y where all kinds of criminals are present, from traitors and murderers to rapists.

  "There's one more thing," Jeor spoke before Jon could say goodbye.

  "Maester Aemon is a man of great wisdom and honor. I saw him quite happy after you used yi him. I am gd that he enjoy his life better in his st years. His departure will be a great loss for the Night's Watch, but I uand your reasons. He has been talking more and more about Arctid the potential he sees in you and your people than anything else when he rarely visits us now. I want you to take care of him."

  "I promise to take good care of him and ehat his wisdom tio be valued and respected," Jon affirmed seriously.

  "I know you will," the Lord ander replied. "Regarding the Watch, we will report that Maester Aemon has passed away. This will allow him to travel with you without raising suspis and also give us the opportunity to request a new maester from the Citadel."

  Jon hanking the Lord ander. "I appreciate the uanding and support, Lord ander. Maester Aemon's presen Arctic will be of great value, both to me and my people."

  "Then it's settled. I wish you good luck, Jon Snow, and to Maester Aemon as well. May the old gods guide your path and protect Arctic," said the Lord ander, extending his hand for a final handshake.

  Jon shook the Lord ander's hand and, with o nod, left the room. Joed the Lord ander's sor, his thoughts still revolving around the versation he had just had. As he walked through the courtyard of Castle Bck, he spotted a familiar figure leaning against one of the parapets - his uncle, Beark, beside his wolf.

  "Uncle Benjen," Jon called, approag with a cautious smile.

  Beurned, his face marked by the harsh weather of the Wall, lit up with a smile upon seeing Jon. "Jon, I was starting to think I wouldn't see you before you left," he said, "I was hoping to have a ce to see you before you return to the north of the Wall. Damn, I never imagined I'd be so calm about a nephew going back to those wild nds with only 11 namedays." He emphasized the st part with some surprise.

  Jon approached, and the two briefly embraced, a gesture of affe and mutual respect. "I'm leaving for Arctic. There's much to be done," Jon expined.

  "I've heard about the things you're doing there. I'm proud of you, Jon. You're creating something unique, something that could ge the North, and perhaps all seven kingdoms, for the better," Benjen spoke with a tone of admiration.

  Jon nodded, feeling the weight of responsibility. "I'm trying to do my best. Arctic is a nd full of potential. I hope to honor our here."

  Benjen pced his hand on Jon's shoulder. "You're already doing that. And remember, you will always be a Stark, no matter where you are."

  "I'll remember that, Uncle," Jon responded. "And thank you, for everything."

  The two exged a few more words, talking about the Night's Watd the situation beyond the Wall. Finally, it was time for Jon to depart.

  "You will always have a pce here, Jon, and in Winterfell. But I know that Arctic is where you o be now," Benjen said, his expression a mix of pride and sadness.

  "I will do my best to make a difference," Jon promised.

  Benjen, with a serious expression and a nod of his head, headed towards the meisms that trolled the immee of the Wall. With a creaking of s and a dull thud, the gate began to rise slowly, revealing the wild vasthat stretched beyond the Wall.

  Jon moved away, leaving Benjen behind as he headed towards the gate of Castle Bck. He turned o time, looking at the imposing Wall rising before him. Jon bid farewell to his uncle Benjen with mixed feelings of gratitude and mencholy.

  Ghost was waiting for him oher side; he mounted his wolf. "Go with the gods, Jon," Benjen said, as the gate closed again. "And remember, no matter how far you go, you always have a home to return to."

  Jon nodded in gratitude, his heart heavy with the farewell, "I will remember, Uhank you for everything."

  With these final words, Jon and Ghost were now moving northward, towards the rge encampment in front of the wall.

  Jon advahrough the camp, the sounds of his warriors resonating around him. He looked for Arya, knowing she would be fasated by the sight of the giants who were now part of his army in Arctic. Upon finding her, he saw his younger sister runniedly among the ranks of the giants, a look of pure admiration aement on her face.

  The giants, majestid powerful beings, watched Arya with a mix of curiosity and kindness. Despite their colossal stature and intimidating appearahey showed surprising patieh the young Stark, who ran among them as if in a world of wonders.

  "Arya!" Jon called, smiling at the genuine joy on her face.

  She turned quickly, her eyes shining with joy. "Jon! Look at them! There are so many and they're so big!" Arya excimed, pointing to the giants who walked calmly through the camp.

  Jon nodded, following Arya's gaze. "Yes, these are the giants of Arctic. They are an essential part of our kingdom now. There are only 500 here, but there are more waiting for us in Arctid I pn to recruit a few more on the way."

  Arya ran up to Jon, still looking at the giants with admiration. "They're incredible, Jon. I hought I'd see something like this. There are hundreds of them, I bet Sansa would faint if she saw them. They're like the stories Old Nao tell, but so much more impressive in person!"

  Jon ughed at her enthusiasm. "They are an a people, Arya, with their own stories and traditions. In Arctic, you'll have the ce to learn about them and many other things."

  Arya looked at Jon with an expression of gratitude aement. "I 't wait to learhing about Arctid its people. And the direwolves too!"

  Jon put an arm around Arya's shoulders, leadihrough the camp. "Let's go, I'll introduce you to some of them. But remember, always with respect. They are our allies and friends."

  Walking together through the camp, Jon began to introduce Arya to the leaders of the giants, expining their histories and their importao Arctic.

  After seeing the giants and Jon visiting Old Nan with Hodor to check if they were well, Old Nan seemed to have the same feelings as Arya, watg the ranks of armiants with admiration, while Hodor was somewhat afraid. Jon then led Arya on Ghost to his tent, where Maester Aemon and Eragon were, back at his tent. Maester Aemoe his age, now had better sight and more energy thanks to Jon. He was having an animated versation with Eragon, whispering in Valyrian to the little dragon, but the dragon, feeling his master outside the tent, immediately tried to reach him. However, Aemon stopped him, waiting for Jon to enter. Both were sharing knowledge and stories.

  Joered the tent with a smile. "We're back!" Jon announced, looking at Eragon fondly.

  "We heard about your arrival, but you've been with the Lord ander, I suppose," Aemon ughed a little.

  "Roarrrr," Eragon attempted to make a sound but almost failed.

  "What's my little one doing..." Jon smiled at the dragon. He picked up Eragon as the dragon tried to make more sounds, refleg happiness in his bright sapphire eyes.

  "Jon...? W-what is that?!" Arya, entering the tent hearing the sounds of some young and strange creature, but when she saw that little guy in Jon's hands trying to make joyful sounds, she immediately became fasated by Eragon and asked in disbelief while stammering.

  The presence of the creature was something she had never imagined she would enter, and the reality surpassed any story she had heard in Winterfell. Eragon, a baby dragon, was visibly beautiful and powerful, dispying snow-white scales with green glints and spots, and intelligent eyes.

  Eragon shifted his attention to Arya, as he looked at Arya with a peing, yet non-threatening gaze.

  "This is Eragon," Jon introduced, notig Arya's admiring gaze. "He is my son, a strong and powerful dragon," Jon said, smiling.

  "You-you have a dragon?! Is this a real dragon?" Wait!? You said he's your son?!" Arya immediately asked several things in a tone of astonishment.

  "Yes, Arya. He is the st of his kind, though he is different, he is the first dragon seen in the world after turies," Jon expined. "He may not be my natural biological son, but he has a part of me in him, so I sider him my true son," Jon said, embrag the dragon with Aemon at his side, smiling animatedly at this.

  Eragon, sensing Arya's curiosity, leaned forward with Jon's help, allowio take a closer look at his scales and the elegant shape of his head. Arya timidly extended her hand, and Eragon, uanding the gesture, lowered his head to allow her to touch him.

  The tact was soft, and Arya felt the firm and warm texture of the scales under her fingers. Eragoed a low sound, almost like a purring, showing his acceptand affe for the young Stark.

  "He's amazing," Arya murmured, looking at Jon with bright eyes. "I never imagined I'd see a real dragon."

  Jon smiled, pleased to see Arya's joy and entment. "In Arctic, Arya, you'll see many things you never imagined. Eragon is just the beginning."

  Eragon soohe tact with Arya's hand, preferring Jon's embrace, as he had a greater preference for the Targaryens and especially his own father. Jo some time there with Aemon and Arya before finally starting tahings.

  With the tent dismantled and the camp ready to depart, Jon prepared to lead the group northwestward. Jon, after finalizing the preparations for departure, gathered the main members of the armies like the anders of the legions and captains for a brief meeting. To discuss the strategy and reallocate the extra Wargs as scouts. The group was about to embark on a jouroward the western region, toward nds unknown to them, so they had to be prepared.

  With the end of the meeting, they set off to the west, traversing an increasingly wild and unexplored ndscape towards the Fist of the First Men.

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