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JON POV
A few meters beyond the Wall, 290 AC, the same moment.
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Soon after crossing the Wall, Jon dedicated himself to mapping the area with Caraxes and the others flying above the Wall. He had and over more than 100 birds, and Caraxes, his feathered friend, even startled the men on guard at the top of the Wall as he flew by, his size far surpassing ventional birds. Johat Jeor Mormont would pin to him the ime they met, for leaving his men terrified, but Jon had the impression it would be a long time before he saw the Lord ander again.
Now familiar with the area, Jon headed directly to the Heart Tree a few kilometers ahead, for it was there that the gods would give him the ask and path to follow. The giants seemed happy to be in their homend as they advaowards the tree.
A few days ter, having entered only a few animals along the way, they finally arrived at the site. Jon, without wasting time, approached the Heart Tree a his magic strehere. He thought that ime he settled somewhere, regardless of the weather, he would o have a sacred Heart Tree as well. Unfortunately, he did not know how to create one, but perhaps he would find out iure.
Upon toug the tree, it emitted a glow, and all who witnessed could only admire the e between the Old Gods and Jon at that moment. For Jon, in e with the tree, it was as if his mind was being sucked in again. He received many images, even without uttering a word. He uood what the images meant: the gods were clear, he should not only fight against the darkness of that part of the Wall but also develop the people fotten by the realms of men oher side.
Jon removed his hand from the tree and immediately fainted, overwhelmed by the crushing pressure he felt. When he awoke, he was in a tent, surrounded by fsks of medie that he himself had created and brought with him. Du was watg him attentively as he showed the first signs of awakening. Jon sat up calmly and sighed, regaining sciousness and realizing the magnitude of the jourhat awaited him.
"How long have I been out?" Jon asked Du.
"Two days, Jon, are you okay? It scared us," Du replied. Jon looked at him, his eyes refleg a plexity of emotions.
"Du, I won't lie to you, everything I saw at that tree... it means I'm going to have to wage a war here," Jon said seriously.
"Against the wildlings, boy?" Du inquired.
"No, Du. Much worse things. White Walkers, Du. The stories are real, and they're killing everything in the North to add to their armies of the dead." Du grimaced at hearing this. But he believed Jon after witnessing so many unbelievable things. Jon tinued, without giving Du a ce to respond.
"Du, we are going to face great risk. I won't lie if I say we have a great ce of dying on this side of the Wall. I'll uand if you and William want to leave. You're free, but I'm going to tinue here with the task assigo me," Jon said firmly. Du looked at him and sighed deeply.
"Jon, if what you say is true, tell me, what a wall do to hold them back after they kill everyone beyond the North? Wouldn't it be the end of the world if the stories from 8,000 years ago are real? I don't think the Wall could hold back that army of the dead, am I wrong? Do you think I would let a boy put his life at risk to protect the South and turn my back like a coward?" Jon saw the determination in Du's words.
"But there's ahing, Du," Jon said, a bit hesitant, w how Du would react. "I'm going to build a nation here." Now Du was surprised.
"You're serious? You really io make the wildlings into a try?" He expressed more disbelief in this than in fighting the White Walkers.
"Yes, Du. There are really wild people on this side of the Wall, and we've rescued hostages from some of them, but there are still i people who o survive, and this nd brings many difficulties. I'm a bastard, Du, I would never have an opportunity in the North or South to and my own nds. I know I'll be hated for it, but I will ehat no wildling ever attacks any citizen of the North without good reason. And if it goes as I'm imagining, it will be easier for people from the North to try to cross the Wall to live in my nds thaher way around," Jon said, smiling at the end. Du paid attention to every word. Was Jon saying he would create a
nation that would surpass the North? In this nd dominated by the white of snow and almost without green or ditions for pnting?
Du looked at the boy for a moment before showing a determined look, he stood up, uhed his sword, and k before Jon, a gesture signifying loyalty and itment to the young man's bold vision.
"You have already proven a lot to me, even being a boy with no more than 10 namedays, so I trust you, Jon," he said and tinued.
"I, Du, son of Jurius, beloved soldier of the North, give my sword and swear to protect you with my life, from this day to my st day, King Jon." Du made the oath solemnly. Jon smiled upon hearing this; he was a bastard and now, oher side of the Wall, he was already being called a king, which made sense, sidering he had said he would build a try, but it was ironic.
After a moment of surprise, Jon got out of bed a over to the kneeling man.
"Du, you will be my first member of my royal guard, but not with rules from the South. You will have your own family here and will have time for it too. But I am not a ki, nor am I ready for it now. I will have to train to be ready someday, if everything goes as I pn," Jon expined his situation and tinued: "And about our destiny, I am sending my birds now to map the area and create maps. We will stay one more day here to rest and tinue our journey."
"Yes, my king!" Du responded, smiling at the st part, teasing Jon this time.
Jo a mix of pride and responsibility. He was starting a jourhat could ge the course of history and have an impa the entire world, and now he had by his side a loyal and dedicated panion. Although he did not see himself as a ki, Du's words reinforced the gravity and importance of his mission.
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Unknown POV
Somewhere further North, 290AC, A few days earlier.
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A dy raying under a Heart Tree. Some called her a seer, forest witch, or apostle of the Gods; others, mad. But she didn't care. She spoke what her gods showed her, and, in that religious session, she had another vision. Everything arouurned dark, and she wondered if she was still he tree. Suddenly, she saw something beyond anything she could imagihe future of her people in an unknown nd, beyond the Wall, but it did not seem to be a nd beyond the wall.
She saw a city with gigantic structures, so immehat her breath stopped as she looked up and saw how high they were. Around the city, the ndscape was green, ued by snow. The city was inhabited by many different races and animals that roamed freely through the streets. She saw how her people dressed well, how they ate well, and hoy they were.
The image ged, and she saw a young man, in one of the highest pces of the city, it with his children by his side. He was their king, a king like no other beyond the Wall. The vision ged again, and suddenly she saw the same king, a little younger, crossing the Wall with giants in armor and animals of unimaginable sizes, also covered ial. She khat this image represented what was happening at that exaent: the king, the true king had ehe true North.
When the vision ehe old dy found herself again in front of the Heart Tree, before she had seen all those things. She got up and, as she began to walk out of the sacred pce, tears started to fall from her face. She always had assistants nearby, faithful to the Old Gods. The people waiting for her did not uand why she was ag like this, but they followed her in silence, respeg her moment of profouion.
She turned and began to leave the heart tree, reag outside the sacred area, she saw the camp with tens of thousands of the free folk. Mance Rayder was doing a great job gathering everyoo flee the darkness. However, she realized that someone had arrived in the North, not to flee the darkness, but to destroy it. Looking at the sky, she began to ugh, a ugh that grew louder and louder with tears on her face. This unusual behavian to attract the attention of those around, who khe religious woman well for her peculiarities. Now, she spoke loudly with tears running down her face.
"THE KING IS IN THE NORTH, THE KING JUST PASSED THE WALL HAHAHAHAHAHA," she excimed, causing a mixture of curiosity and fusion among those present.
'Would it be the king of the South? Why would he e here? Was a roag?' Everyohought.
"Is it the king of the kneelers, Mother Mole?" an assistant asked, curious and with fear in her eyes. She feared a war with the southerners on one side and monsters oher.
"NO, NOT THE KING OF THE SOUTH, BUT OUR KING! I SAW THE FUTURE, HE HAS E HERE AND HE IS NOT HERE TO FLEE FROM THE EVIL THAT HAUNTS US, BUT TO DESTROY IT! SEE ALL THIS SNOW, HE WILL BUILD A NATION IN THE MIDST OF ALL THIS ICE, THE FREE FOLK WILL PLETELY GE THEIR WAY OF LIFE, AND IT WILL NOT BE FOR THE WORSE, THERE WILL BE NO MORE COLD OR HUNGER AMONG US!" she procimed, her voice full of fervor and vi.
These words caused a stir among the free folk. The idea of a different future, led by a king who promised such drastic ges, was something they had never imagined. Mother Mole's revetion opehe doors to a new and ued hope among them.
The old dy's words caused a shock among the people in the camp. The idea of a king ing from the other side of the Wall was unpreted and hard to believe. Many of those nearby began to think the old woman had finally lost her mind. Disbelief alpable among many, but amidst them, there were a handful of people whose eyes sparkled with hope upon hearing her words.
"GATHER ALL THE PEOPLE OF OUR TRIBE AND THOSE WHO WANT TO LEAVE WITH US. THE KING IS STILL A CHILD, BUT HE IS GOING TO WHERE WILL BE THE HEART OF OUR NATION. WE MUST MEET HIM, THE OLD GODS HAVE SENT HIM TO OUR PEOPLE!" she cluded her speech fervently.
Many of those present remained motionless, relut to adhere to this apparent madness. They khe dahat lurked outside the great camp of Mance Rayder and were not willing to risk the security they had found there to pursue the visions of an old woman. However, not everyone shared this hesitation. A group of people, moved by faith in the dy's words and by the hope of a better future, began tanize and prepare their things, getting ready to leave Mance's camp and search for the young king prophesied by Mother Mole.
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POV MANCE
Current camp of the free folk, 290AC, 3 hours ter.
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Mance Rayder, leader of the free folk, was engaged in strategizing for the future. He dre of what he knew about the true North and analyzed it along with some of his military leaders, former chiefs of the main tribes he had united. He was still far from reag the number of tribes he wao gather. To cross the Wall with the free folk and win, he needed more people in the ing years. The question was whether they would have enough time.
Mance was in the pany of his ret young wife and her sister, Val, a 12-year-old girl who, in a few years, would be the subject of disputes, but would not be easily quered, as she was a great warrior.
As more people gathered around, Mahought of sending messages to the tribes throughout the North beyond the Wall, trying to recruit them. Moreover, there were the fools who tried to attack the camp, f Mao wield his sword when necessary.
He was in the middle of the meeting when a man wearing a huge bear fur coat entered, interrupting the versation. The sudden arrival of this man indicated that something important ent was about to be revealed, and Mance's and the leaders' attention immediately turo him.
"Mance, we have a problem. Many members of Mother Mole's tribe and half of the Lascal tribe are leaving the camp," said the newly arrived man.
"What? How many are we talking about?" Val interrupted with her adolest voice.
"I believe it's about 300," the man replied.
Mance, surprised, turned his attention to the newer. "Do you know the reason? It's not very safe out there with those dead walking through the North," he added.
"The old woman had a vision, it seems. She said it's because a boy of not even 10 years old passed the Wall at this moment," informed the man, somewhat awkwardly. The people ient were surprised by this. What would make a boy make such a decision to go beyond the Wall when the South is safer? They thought. Val snorted, showing skepticism.
"Why would a boy e to the North and why would the night's watch let this happen, if it's true... And why all the fuss about a boy?" Mance wondered aloud, before adding: "There's more to this, right?" The messenger seemed hesitant and then said:
"She said that the boy is the true king of the true North and es to destroy the darkness and make this pce a new kingdom." He finally revealed. The people ient did not know how to react to this. Mance looked at the messenger and smiled.
"If this is true, I would like to meet him then..." This stateme everyone speech
less. "Now we have work to do besides thinking about visions or ramblings of an old woman, we won't foryoo stay in the camp, let them leave!" he roared, making everyone refocus on the meeting.
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Craster POV
Somewhere beyond the Wall, 290AC, 10 days ter
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Craster sighed, thinking about Mance Rayder's ret movements with his tribes to the north. The Night's Watch seemed not to give much importao the signs that the free folk were gathering. He knew Mance didn't like his lifestyle, but at least Craster and his men were safe behind the walls of his stronghold, while Mance was hundreds of kilometers to the north.
At that moment, he was eating with his family, or rather, his daughter-wives and future daughter-wives, when suddenly, during the meal, he felt a slight tremor. He quickly raised his head, trying to determihe source of the tremor that made his fortress shake. The women around were armed. The tremor, though light, did not stop, and Craster went out to see his men equally frightened. One of them approached hurriedly.
"My lord, there are giants, wolves, bears, and shadow cats of maers in armor. Just by them marg, they are causing this tremor!" the maed. Craster didn't uand what was happening and why they were ing in the opposite dire of the Wall, but he ordered his men to prepare for battle.
A few mier, the group arrived in front of the gate. His men prayed they were not enemies, and Craster couldn't bme them. They would be massacred by these monsters. Even he was scared. What caught his attention was the child riding a bck wolf, the animal was 2.5 meters tall, rger than any wolf ever seen, who spoke representing the whole group.
"WE MEAN NO HARM, BUT WE NEED INFORMATION. WE ARE LOOKING FIA TREE, WE WAO BUY A MAP OF THE NORTH," the boy shouted.
Craster thought: 'Everyone knows about the a weirwood of legends here in the North, but no one knows where it is.'
"We don't know where the weirwood is, but rovide a map. However, we don't accept s here, irue North, southern money is worthless," he challenged, curious to see what the boy would iate, sihe boy was a southerner, even though he wondered how the south had giants in armor as he was seeing at that moment. The boy thought for a moment and then replied.
"We'll give 5 swords of 15 kilos in steel for the map, what do you think?" proposed the boy, a price well above the value of the map. Craster saportunity for profit with the boy, who seemed like a noble from the other side of the Wall.
"10 swords!" Craster ter-offered.
"6 swords!" the boy retorted.
"9 swords and we have a deal," Craster proposed.
"Let's go Du, we won't get anything here," said the boy, turning to leave. Internally, Craster excimed: "Damn, the boy is good!"
"6 swords!" Craster quickly ceded, not wanting to lose the opportunity. The boy accepted. Craster asked for a map to be fetched and delivered outside the gate. After that, they finally departed, and Craster was relieved to be rid of them. He had gained high-quality swords, far superior to what they had locally, all in exge for a poor-quality map. He doubted the boy, despite being visibly a powerful Warg, would discover the trick immediately. For Craster, it was a great deal.
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