[Chapter Size: 2579 Words.]-------------------------------------------Third Person POVNorthern Kingdom, Last Bastion against Essosian Svers, 290 AC, at the same moment.-------------------------------------------M rose over the military encampment, its first light slippiweeents that housed a mixture of expectation and tension. vas tents stretched in orderly rows, whipped by the cold wind cutting through the open ndscape. Colorful banners, bearing the emblems of noble houses, swayed slowly above the frozen ground. The Stark House banner, a wolf standing on a gray background, stood out like a bea of hope amidst the shadow of uainty.

  The military encampment, harb two thousand Northerners, stretched like a threatening shadow around the fortress, its presence a promise of freedom for those oppressed uhe yoke of svers. As soldiers prepared for the siege, tension hung in the air, mixed with the determination to eradicate the sce of svery from the North.

  anders, Llover, and Lord Karstark, aroops into meticulous strategies. Detailed maps of the fortress were sulted, and pns were id to break the merary defenses and free the oppressed. The presence of four hundred Essosian meraries, aligned against the Northern cause, added an additional yer of plexity to the impending challenge.

  The Essosians, distinguished by the diversity of their exotic armor and ons, formed a formidable force alongside the svers. Their camps within the fortress walls were visible, a stant reminder of the resistahey would face.

  As the sun asded, the Northern siege liightened around the fortress. Trenches deepened, stakes were driven, and barricades were reinforced. Sentinels kept vigint eyes on the walls, watg for any movement from the Essosians or svers.

  While the Northerners prepared for a battle this day, the atmosphere in the camp was a mix of nervousness and resolve. The fires of the braziers shone in the soldiers' eyes, fueling the fme of justice burning in their hearts. The fate of the fortress was about to be decided, and the camp, with its diversity of Northern warriors, was the force that would uhe region against oppression.

  War was at the doorstep, and the camp became the physical maion of the North's determination to reject the s of svery, e what may. The immi csh would be a testament to the collective strength of those seeking freedom against meraries and svers who resisted obstinately.

  As dawn tihe horizon with shades of pink and e, murmurs of admiration still echoed through the Northern camp. Soldiers, lords, and nobles present in that field of hope fixed their gazes on Jon Snow's tents, and a respectful silence hung over the camp.

  With the daylight, they could see more details than st night, and their eyes were irresistibly drawn to the mai, where the Stark House banner with a white wolf fluttered in the wind. Around it, the giants, imposing and majesti their armor, were a sight that filled the spectators' hearts with awe. Never before had they witnessed such grand creatures, and the expressions on their faces revealed a mix of fasation and disbelief.

  The giant wolves, in turn, captured everyone's attention. Every graceful movement, every pierg gaze emanated a wild presehat inspired respect. Observers, many of whom had never seen such magnifit creatures, found themselves captivated by the loyalty and strength they exuded.

  The murmurs of admiration still spread through the camp like waves, creating an atmosphere charged with reverehe younger soldiers whispered among themselves, sharing awed observations. The lords, usually aced to the harshness of the North, couldn't tain the surprise still stamped on their faces sihe night before.

  Every tent, every area designated for animals, was now a focal point for curiosity and admiration. The giants and giant wolves were now more than legends and stories told by the fireside; they were a reality, an integral part of the army gathering to fight for freedom.

  As expressions of the spectators varied, from children with wide eyes to hardened warriors with discreet smiles, ohing was certain: Jon Snow's camp was not just a military field but a spectacle of natural wonders and magical creatures, a sight that united Northers in a on purpose. The Northern group, supported by Jon and his magnifit creatures, was ready to challee with the force of nature by their side.

  Jon stepped out of his tent to have the first meal with his people; Du and William had prepared boiling water to make coffee. It didn't take long for a Stark soldier to e to the camp, as his father requested his prese the first meal.

  "Sorry, let Lord Stark know that I 't leave my group during the first meal; it's our tradition. Still, thank him for the invitation; he'll uand." Jon said. He was a bastard; he could refuse such offers, especially since he didn't want to leave his faithful group.

  Ohe soldier left, and Jon, ign all eyes in the camp turoward them, began to join William, Du, and the giants to have his first meal. Jon, William, Du, and the giants formed an impromptu circle shortly afterward. The soft voices of Jon and his panions filled the space, blending with the crag of wood in the nearby campfire. Each took their first meal with a serene expression, feeding not only on bread a but also on the camaraderie they shared. The coffee, served in rustic mugs, warmed hands as.

  Upon pleting the meal, Jon and his group did not remain idle. Bustle took over the camp as Jon dedicated himself to preparing and anizing the surroundings. He spent his time mainly exeg his alchemical innovations.

  The m progressed when a guard presented himself, interrupting Jon's activities. An ued invitation was exteo him, calling him to the mai, where a war cil meeting was underway among the top leaders. His own father, Lord Stark, had extehe invitation, a surprise that reverberated through Jon's attentive eyes.

  Faced with the invitation, the young Stark raised an eyebrow, expressirained surprise. He did not expect to be included in a war cil, as his position, though ceous, did not seem to fer the usual status for suteras. A shadow of doubt briefly hovered in his eyes, but the expression soon transformed into determination.

  The mai, a stronghold of strategy and pnning, loomed imposingly as Jon approached. The muffled sounds of strategic discussions and battle pns escaped through the edges, revealing a world of intrigue and decisions that would shape the fate of the camp and, sequently, the fate of the North.

  With resolute steps, Joered the mai, aware that he was about to join a war cil among the camp's top anders, even as a child.

  "You're here, Jon." His father spoke, putting ao the ongoing versations.

  "You requested me, Lord Stark." He said politely.

  "Yes, we're discussing how to open the fortress gates. We defeat them by keeping them trapped and running out of food, but they have hostages, and we 't stay much longer here; the men are eager to return to their homes and families." Lord Stark said.

  "I uand, but how could I be of help?" Jon asked.

  "We could use yiants, d." One of the men spoke, and Jon immediately uood; they wao use his people?

  Jo anger suddenly. After Jon hahem fieel, they still treated him like a child to be used for their be? He was quite angry, but held it for now, although it was hard, and some noticed.

  "We're here to ask for your opinion, Jon. We won't force you into anything." Llover, the oh a signifit debt to the boy, spoke and gave a dirty look to the noble who spoke earlier.

  "Yes, Jon. I won't pel you to use yiants, but I want your opinion." His father spoke.

  Calming down a bit, Jon sighed and spoke.

  "You want to opee, right? I have a solution, but prepare all the soldiers by mid-afternoon. You won't regret it." Jon said, and his father scrutinized his expression.

  "How certain are you that you open those gates?" He asked.

  "I'm sure of success, so you prepare your men, leave the rest to me," Jon said and excused himself; he didn't want to stay there any longer.

  Thus, not long after, the soldiers' preparation began, and the camp sooered a frenzy with a and to prepare for the total attack. Joanize his side.

  After passing the information to Du, he didn't set aside his frustrations.

  "It's not surprising that they want to use us, Jon," Du advised.

  "Even so, they want to sacrifice the lives of the siege giants as if they're entitled to it!" The boy growled.

  "It's tough, I know, but the world works that way, Jon..." William tried to calm the boy; people will always be naturally greedy.

  "Okay, let's prepare reatest le power aroy that gate." Jon spoke.

  Jon prepared with the rest of the camp, donning his armor and readying his men while they had their midday meal.

  The camp was immersed in a stern and temosphere. Bustle unfolded among the men, all aware that the approag battle would n joy but rather brutal challehere was no room for trivialities on a medieval battlefield, and the expressions on the men's faces reflected that.

  Jon Snow, his armor refleg the cold sunlight, moved among his men with Du, his serious gaze unig the gravity of the moment. His words, stern and direct, allowed no space for unrealistiism. "Okay, now we have reatest le power, and we're going to destroy that gate," he annouhe seriousness in his voice eg across the camp, as a wagon was brought out from his camp.

  The men in the camp, as they prepared, didn't exge frivolous words. Instead, the metallic sound of ons being adjusted and sharpened domihe se. The heavy st of metal and sweat hung in the air, mixing with the distant smell of the midday meal, which, far fring joy, served as a brief pause before the immi chaos.

  The meal, more a y than a moment of pleasure, was ed quickly, the men feeding not only o and bread but also on the cold determination permeating the camp. There was no ughter, only tense murmurs and serious looks.

  The camaraderie among the soldiers alpable, not in the form of jokes but in the form of shared gnces and shoulder squeezes that veyed mutual uanding. They knew what was at stake, and the weight of responsibility was reflected in every hard line of their faces; they were going to fight, and some of them might not return from this battle.

  Uhe stern and of their superiors, the soldiers anized into military formation, lining up with precision as they adjusted their armor and sharpeheir ons. The metallic sound echoed through the field, permeating the tense silehat preceded the battle.

  The leaders, faces marked by the experience of past flicts, veyed cise orders, outlining strategies for the attack. The determined gaze of each warrior reflected the seriousness of the moment, as they absorbed the instrus and prepared to face the enemy siege.

  In a disciplined chraphy, the soldiers raised shields, adjusted helmets, aed the weight of their spears. The battlefield, now a sea of warriors, vibrated with a tense energy, driven by the imminence of the frontation.

  The ander, amid the formation, uttered words of encement and final strategies. Tension reached its peak when, in unison, the warriors raised their ons, ready for the and that would mark the beginning of the assault against the siege.

  The sun, now leaniward, cast a golden light over the se, painting it with warlike tones. Fgs waved in the wind, refleg the unbroken spirit of the soldiers as they awaited the signal to advance.

  The battlefield was immersed in silence, only interrupted by the muffled sound of the warriors' firm steps and the fluttering of fgs. Battle preparation was plete, and ay hung in the air, poised to transform into brutal a the moment the final and was given.As Jon approached mounted on Shadow with his group, the soldiers began to make way for him to pass. It didn't take long for them to arrive with all their giants and direwolves. Du was by his side, and William led his cart with special equipment.

  "Jon!" His father came to him and greeted him. He was mounted on Bckarrow, wearing the armor Jon had gifted him, standing out as a powerful leader.

  "Lord Stark, this is Du; he will give the first and to the giants. They will opee, and you, with your men, attack afterward, okay?" Jon spoke.

  Lord Stark nodded, and Du began giving orders to the giants.

  Joed somethira in his isoted time, a highly fmmable substance he had seen in some books from Winterfell, created in King's Landing by a city guild, a substance called wildfire. Jon mao create it with his resources and prepared some barrels for an emergency.

  Before the decisive attack, the atmosphere in the military camp was saturated with tension and anticipation. Jon, with his iive mind and knowledge of the Old Gods, had created giant bows especially for his loyal heavy friends. These ons, tailor-made for the colossal strength of the giants, rose like improvised towers 150 meters from the enemy stronghold.

  Du, the experienced leader of the giants, gave precise orders for them to get ready. The enormous figures of skin and fur began to move toward their giant ons. Each bow, a moo Jon's iy, was ected to a plex system of pulleys and ropes, allowing even the most imposing creatures to hahese formidable ons.

  Meanwhile, a strategically positioned cart taihe special arrows created by Jon i months. These arrows were dipped in wildfire, an infmmable and explosive mixture that Jon had learo produce during his studies in the Wolfwoods forest. The arrows emitted an ominous green light, refleg the dahey carried.

  Everyone saw those giants carrying their bows, w what would happen. In the moment, they realized that the cart William was carrying tained special arrows with green liquid. The giants began to pick up the arrows and load them into their ons, each arrow carrying a vial with the liquid.

  The giants, each as tall as a tower, carefully took the arrows from the cart, their huge hands handling them with surprising precision. The tension in the air increased as the ons were prepared, and the expectation of the immi assault became almost palpable.

  "Ready Bows!" Du anded, and the giants, now equipped with the giant bows and holding the special arrows, were ready for the attack order. Jon, watg the spectacle he had orchestrated, felt fiden his strategy as he prepared for the offehat would ge the course of the battle.

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