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Jon Snow POV
Somewhere beyond the Wall, 290 AC, at the some moment.
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The battlefield stretched out before Jon, a vision of desotion and triumph iwined in a macabre tapestry. Where the cmor of war had once prevailed, noulchral silence reigned, broken only by the occasional crackle of fire. The fmes, still alive in isoted spots, ed what remained of tents and enemy equipment, casting a ghostly light that twisted over the vastness of fallen bodies. Thousands of enemies y motionless, their st expressioched in aernal testimony of the brutal flict.
Jon paused to absorb the se, his saze sweeping the horizon marked by age. The acrid smell of ash and coaguted blood permeated the air, a suffog mix that turned one's stomach.
Around him, his warriors, the brave fighters of the Artia tribe, moved through the battlefield. They collected the dead with silent respect while tending to the few wounded. As men and giants gathered the dead to burn, sino one wanted an army of the undead rising from there.
The enemies who had survived, few and disoriented, were a pitiful sight. Some moaned in agony, while others, in shock, wandered aimlessly among the bodies of their fallen rades. Gradually, they were gathered to decide their fate. The Artia tribe had lost about 100 men, a deeply felt loss, but when pared to the thousands of enemies killed, the scale of victory was undeniable.
Jo a weight in his chest as he pted the cost of this victory. Eaemy body was a reminder of the brutality of war, but his tribe had faced a formidable foe and emerged victorious, a testament to their strength and ce.
As night fell, since he had to remaio clear the battlefield, the fmes of the bonfires became the only points of light in a world darkened by death. Johat this battle would be remembered for many moons, a tale of bravery and sacrifice that would be passed from geion to geion among the free people, as it was a unique fight for everyohere.
After making hundreds of bonfires in pits dug by the giants, everything had ended, and at that moment, a celebratioed with wild and untamable force. The Artia tribe, buoyed by the ecstasy of victory, transformed the silence of a former battlefield into a pce of freic jubition. They danced around the boheir faces illuminated by the fmes, while they shouted "King Snow!" with fervent adoration. The echoes of these cries filled the air, repeating for five long minutes, a relentless wave of accim and pride.
As the tribe celebrated, Jon, now known as King Snow, was immersed in thought. He selected 20 corpses, log them in cages with s made by William. He had never personally seen what the people of this part of the wall feared so much, so he wao study the unknown. If these creatures from the north really existed, he o know his eheir weaknesses, and strengths. He would initiate a series of tests as soon as they rose.
With the task pleted and the bodies burning to ashes, Joired to the solitude of his tent intending to rest, with a few guards outside his tent. The side effects of the potions that had sustained him during the battle began to ma, a horrible pain, but a price he was willing to pay.
In his bed ient and alone, he took the mysterious egg that Aemon had given him, feeling the warmth and something special between him and the egg, he y down embrag it with his exhausted body yearning for rest.
That night, while the battlefield tio burn softly outside his tent, Jon plunged into a deep sleep. He dreamed of a vast and limitless sky, mounted on a majestic dragon white as snow. They flew together through the clouds, a feeling of freedom and power flooding his being. This dragon, a creature of legends and dreams, seemed an omen, a promise of greatness and future challenges. Johat despite the ret victory, many battles were yet to e. But at that moment, in the arms of the dream, he flew high, beyond the s of the world below.
Six days ter, they were already 200 km away from the site where the battle had occurred. The day before, Jon saw the dead for the first time: The dead, beasts devoid of rationality, dispyed animalistic fury as they thrashed in their cages, their screams a stant and disturbing sound. They were beings that defied nature, not tiring, ing, nor sleeping. The fear they inspired alpable; the tribe's warriors, hardened by tless battles, pleaded with Jon to burn them. But Joe his youth and the fear that chilled his spine, knew he o uand these abominations. He was still a child, but a child with a mission, and he was determio face this challenge.
The idea of fag an army of these beings was more terrifying than any ehey had ever faced. Jon had tested various ways to kill them: on steel and even eldeal, an alloy known for its strength and ability to cause damage. But nothing seemed to affect them, their flesh closing after each blow as if nothing had happened. Only fire proved effective, ing them until nothing remained but ashes.
During the journey, Jon used his powers to try to find a weirwood, an a and mystical tree, but his efforts were in vain. The forest seemed to hide its secrets, refusing to reveal what he so desperately sought. However, on a day that seemed like any other, Jon made a discovery that would ge everything.
Buried in the snow, he found a bag tainied stones shaped like daggers, this material was also known as obsidian. The southerners call it dragon gss, a material found near voloes, known by the inhabitants of the south as a useless material aioned a few times in the a books of the Winterfell library. The ons were hidden, perhaps left by some traveler or warrior of the past, their in a mystery. Even though it was a material inferior to the copper used by the free folk, Jon decided to test the dragon gss on the captive dead. To his surprise and relief, the bde cut through the undead flesh with deadly efficy, causing the creature to scream in agony as it fell motionless again.
The eribe watched, astonished and admiring, their young leader's discovery. They had fled from these monsters for years, relying only on fire to keep them at bay. And now, the boy blessed with powers and ce beyond his age had found a solution, a hope amidst despair. Jon, holding a dagger on gss. For the free folk who saw Jon only as a temporary safe harbor, perhaps, just perhaps, there was a way to win this war against the dead, not just survive, but cim victainst the darkhreatening to engulf the world.
With the discovery on gss and the growing threat to the north, Jon knew he needed more of the material to adequately arm his tribe. Legend spoke of voloes as sources of this precious resource, so, with a new goal in mind, he led his tribe in search of ohe weirwood still eluded him, a puzzle that became increasingly frustrating, but he could not afford to remain stagnant.
Jon decided to establish a base, a pce where his tribe could strengthen and prepare for future challenges. He sought miners among his tribe, giants, men, and women who could extract iron and dragon gss from the bowels of the earth. The base would also be a training ground, where the warriors could hoheir skills in tactid hand-to-hand bat along with Du's and tahe small army. It was essential that each tribe member be ready to fight, to defend their people against the forces of rival tribes and dark forces that loomed.
In addition to training, Jon saw the o reinforce their defehey would manufacture more armor, proteg their warriainst the horrors they would surely enter to the north. This preparation could take years, but Jon was willing to ihe necessary time. The tree the gods had asked him to search for was a distant goal, and he o ehat his tribe survived until he could fulfill it.
By a sweet irony of fate, two moons after establishing the base, while Jon tinued his relentless search for the weirwood, he finally found it. He felt he was getting closer to the mythical tree each day, a symbol of hope and a sign that his journey was on the right track. During this period, his strength grew immensely. He recruited 10 more tribes, including 2 tribes of giants, signifitly increasing the power of his army.
The Arctic Tribe was now a force to be reed with in the region, prised of:
- 7,500 humans, of which 5,600 were trained warriors ready for battle.
- 700 giants, a formidable force with 600 ready for battle and 100 children or infants.
- 70 Dire Wolves, fierd loyal creatures.
- 300 normal wolves, each a skilled hunter and a valuable panion.
- 70 bears, whose strength and ce were unmatched.
- 50 panthers, agile and deadly in the shadows.
- 105 mammoths, gentle giants whose strength could topple any barrier.
- 180 various birds, their eyes and speed crucial for surveilnd messages.
As he began to make his base on the slope of a volo and create a small wall, before finding the weirwood, Jon, with his unique power to summon trees from the ground, had a vital ability that not only strengthened his tribe but also provided sustenance for all. He used this gift to create an oasis of vegetation amidst the arid ndscape, where fruit trees aable bushes sprouted under his and. These trees were more than mere sources of food; they were symbols of life and hope, growing rapidly to provide the tribe with a variety of fruits aables.
Jahe feeding of his tribe of thousands with an effit and sustainable system. Each day, designated groups were responsible for harvesting ripe fruits and colleg vegetables. These foods were then distributed among the families, ensuring everyone received a fair portion. The nutrient-rich diet strengthehe tribe, keeping them healthy and energized.
Besides vegetable provisions, the tribe also relied on hunting to supplement their diet. The animals, each with their unique skills, pyed crucial roles in this aspect. The dire wolves and normal wolves formed effit packs, trag and bringing down prey nearby. Their keen senses and the cooperation among pack members made hunting a successful task, ensuring a stant soureat.
The bears, with their formidable strength, ofteured alone or in small groups, using their powerful cws and keen seo catch fish in rivers or take der animals. The panthers, agile and silent, were masters of ambush, bringing variety to the tribe's diet with their noal hunts.
The mammoths, though not hunters, pyed a vital role in transp rge amounts of food back to the base, as well as in plowing nd friculture, where vegetables and other crops were po plement the tribe's diet.
Jon oversaw all of this, ensuring that the hunting was sustainable and that the trees he created were cared for and respected. He taught his tribe to honor the nd that sustaihem, to hunt with respect for the animals, and to harvest without waste. Under his leadership, the Arctic Tribe thrived, a banced system where each member, human or animal, had a vital role in maintaining the life ah of the unity. Together, they formed a synergy of forces, prepared not just to survive but to flourish in the hostile world that surrouhem.
With the Arctic Tribe strengthened and thriving under his leadership, Jon Snow, now known as King Snow and King Warg, pted the horizon of possibilities ahead. He had unified a diverse and powerful army, posed not just of humans but also of giants, dire wolves, bears, panthers, mammoths, and a variety of birds. Each member of the tribe, each creature, rge or small, was essential to the collective fabric of their unity, each bringing their own strengths and unique abilities to the whole.
Joe his tender age, had demonstrated a wisdom and ce that transded his experience. He was not just a leader; he was a symbol of hope, the embodiment of potential aermination. Under his and, the Arctic Tribe not only survived but flourished, being a bea of strength and unity in the region.
Rumors of the epic battle from two months ago spread like wildfire, traveling from mouth to mouth to all regions. The tales of the survivors were not just ats of a victory; they were legends in the making, stories of a 9-year-old Warg boy who anded an army of giants and thousands of free folk. In the Southeast, where Jon and his tribe were located, the surprise alpable. The region had never witnessed power like his, a tribe led by a child with the capacity to unify and and on such a grand scale.
Jon was now known not just as King Snow, but also as the King of the Southeast and King Warg, a title that spoke of his unique and powerful dominion. His name echoed among the tribes and kingdoms, a growing legend that inspired both admiration and fear. With hundreds of animals and giants following his ands, Jon represented a new era, a leader who, acc to the stories, had not been seen among the free folk i thousands of years.
As he prepared for the future, Johat unimaginable challenges awaited. But he also khat his tribe was ready, equipped with dragon gss and the wisdom of the a gods, and above all, united under a on cause. They were the Arctic Tribe, the most powerful from the south to the east, and they were ready to cim their destiny, face the unknown, and emerge not just as survivors but as querors of their own fate.
For five moons in that region, Jon Snow, the young King Warg, meticulously anized his journey. He left the majority of his warriors at the main base, a fortification strategically positioned near a volo, a vital source on gss. Meanwhile, he himself, apanied by a thousand of his best warriors, embarked on an unceasing quest for the sacred tree. They did not stay more than a week in any single location, their presence being a stant iti in the ever-ging ndscape.
The legend of Jon, King Snow, began to spread like a wild wind through the nds, toug the heart and mind of the tribes he passed by. The promise of a full stomach thanks to his magical trees and the security offered by his fortified base attracted many. They came of their own will, inspired by stories of his victories and the vision of a more promising future under his leadership. Tribes that once wandered indepely now saw in Jon a symbol of unity and hope.
However, not everyone easily bowed to the rules established by Jon. Some resisted or challehe order he tried to maintain. But Jon was inflexible, a leader who khat discipline and order were essential for the survival and prosperity of his people. Those who harmed the tribe faced severe punishments; beheading or exile depended on the severity of the crime. These decisions were not easy for Jon, a child carrying the weight of a ruler, but the loyalty and respect his people had for him made his orders effective.
The giant wolves that apanied him were more than mere panions; they were aension of his will and a tangible symbol of his authority. When Jon judged someohe imposing presence of the wolves reinforced the seriousness of his decisions. Most of his people not only respected him as a leader; they revered him as someone blessed by the gods. After all, who else could feed aire tribe with the mere gesture of their hands, summon trees from the ground to nourish and sustain, and and hundreds of animals with an indomitable will?
Joe his youth, had beore than a king; he was a symbol of a new era of prosperity and safety. His journey was not just a quest for a sacred tree, but a jouro unite people under a on vision, a vision of strength, unity, and hope. The Arctic Tribe, under his leadership, was not just a group of survivors; they were a people destio leave their mark on history, to cim a destiny that was, until then, unimaginable.
After a long and arduous jourhat took him beyond the wall and through uncharted nds, Jon finally caught sight of the weirwood, a vision that almost seemed like a dream. The imposing and aree was majestically situated near a volo, its roots deeply iwined with the earth, and its branches extending to the sky as if they touched the very gods with their red leaves. The weirwood was a symbol of a power, a direct e to the mysteries and magics of the world. For Jon, it was the end of a quest and the beginning of a new era.
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