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  Jon Snow POV

  Somewhere beyond the Wall, 290 Ae time ter.

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  The Dwarves, a race described by the gods as natural and skilled craftsmen, are an a and distinct race, even older than the Children of the Forest. They lived in isotion, having withdrawn from human society and hiding for a long time due to stant judgments and misuandings about them. Jon Snnizing the importand ialent of these beings, pns to ie them into the fabric of his kingdom as renowned artisans. He uands that their expertise and knowledge would be invaluable in building and maintaining a prosperous civilization; however, to draw out a race that has hidden for tens of thousands of years after leaving the surface ages ago would be a signifit challenge.

  Jon proposes to offer the Dwarves a home where they could work and live without fear of judgment or persecution, a p the mountains of his territory where their traditions and lifestyle could be preserved and respected. Even knowing that they too will be swallowed by the cold shadows of the undead whetack everything alive on this nd, he realizes that, despite the prestige he offers, something more is o vihem to leave their self-imposed exile.

  In the sed week of preparation and pnning, Jon focuses on developing future trade with other pces and used his acquired knowledge to create items distinct from the rest of the world, including an innovative cigar made from local pnts and herbs. This cigar, desigo burn slowly and offer calming effects without ive side effects, is just one example of the many new and unique products that Jon pns to introduce to the market worldwide in the ing years. He believes that the potential trade of these products will attract the Dwarves, showing them the tangible bes they could obtain by joining the kingdom of Arctica.

  Jon is preparing sihe task of ving the Dwarves to join Arctica will be a signifit challenge, but he is determio offer them a pce where they thrive and be valued for their exceptional skills. His goal is not only to build a kingdom but also to create a diverse and inclusive unity, where various races and beings tribute and live in harmony.

  "My king!" Du and Vashid, now members of the newly formed royal guard, greeted with reverent respect. They approached Jon as he pted the horizon of the emerging kingdom before him and the people w on building more of the kingdom. He had just finished his daily training with Brynden, where each day he learned more about his role and the mysteries surrounding his mission. His gaze swept over the cultivation garden he had created, where women collected fruits for their families, and the mines, where men, uhe supervision of William, worked hard to provide the necessary resources to build the tools for the future of the kingdom.

  "How are things going with William, Du?" Jon asked, his sereone hiding the weight of responsibilities he carried.

  "Everything is going as pnned, my king. The giants are making a great effort carrying a rge amount of stones and excavating. I fear this is thanks to Serena wanting to impress you, my king," Du replied, a mischievous smile pying on his lips. Jon rolled his eyes slightly, aware of Serena's iions, but also reminding himself of his youth.

  "Great," Jon nodded with a gesture of satisfa. "And the free folk, Vashid, what are they thinking of the pce?" He directed the question to his uard, Vashid, who, ing from the free folk, had a special e and uanding of his people.

  Vashid, with his firm posture and attentive gaze, had adapted well to his role alongside Jon. He had a natural ability to uand and unicate the feelings and thoughts of the free folk, serving as a vital bridge between them and their new young king.

  These moments, simple yet full of meaning, were what strengthehe bonds between Jon and his people. Every versation, every small iion, ie the mosaiutual trust and respect that was being built. Johat to build the nation he dreamed of, he needed not just stones and wood but also the support, loyalty, and love of his people. And with each passing day, every decision he made, every word he shared, he wove more tightly the web of his unity, preparing himself and them for the future he was determio create.

  Vashid spoke with evident siy and respe his voice, refleg the general se of the free folk towards Jon. "My lord, they are very pleased. If there are some against, their noise is very small. Your standing with the free folk is tireless. You are a mighty Warg, strohan they have ever seen." He tinued, highlighting Jon's notable achievements: finding the legendary Children of the Forest, creating a forest that provides stant food, and pnning the stru of stone houses that would offer shelter and security far beyond traditional tents.

  Vashid aowledged that the move to perma buildings might be viewed with suspi by some, a deviation from aral traditions, but emphasized that the majority saw these ges as a positive adva, preferring the prote and fort of these new homes over the cold and uainty of tents. "I am sure everyone has a high outlook oure by your side, my king, more than Mance or anyone else could give to us." He added, expressing the gratitude and willingness of the people to tribute the necessary work to realize Jon's vision.

  Jon, hearing Vashid's words, felt a surge of gratitude aermination. He assured Vashid that the free folk would be rewarded for their efforts and sacrifices while they are w as Jon instructed in building the now settlement, but soon to be a city. They were not just building a kingdom; they were building a future where each tribution would be valued and where everyone would have a safe and stable pce to call home.

  With this assurance, Jon prepared for a critical mission: to visit the Dwarves for the first time. He left the kingdom and traveled to a distant mountain 54 kilometers from the retreat, apanied by more than 2,000 men as an escort, a necessary measure given the uainty of how the Dwarves would react to being found after thousands of years of isotion. Jon had his s; he khe Dwarves might see him as a threat, but divine information suggested that this was the right time for the meeting.

  Upon arriving at the foot of the mountain that Jon had seen with the vision of the a gods, as he approached, a strange door was found and it quickly opened, Jon and his group were armed when they were greeted by a group of 50 Dwarves in heavy armor mounted on giant boars, wielding war hammers and with serious expressions on their bearded faces.

  They seemed to be waiting for him, a sign that his arrival was known or perhaps even anticipated. Johis moment was crucial, not just to establish an alliah the Dwarves, but to show that he sought a partnership based on mutual resped cooperation. It was a decisive step in his jouro build the greatest nation in the world, a kingdom where every being, human or not, would find their pd thrive under his leadership in this nd isoted from the rest of the world.

  As Jon and his group faced the formidable guard of Dwarves on giant boars, the initial silence was broken by Jon's firm voice, as he stepped forward with a respectful but fident posture.

  "Hello, I am Jon Snow, leader of the Arctic Tribe, and I e in peace to talk," he began, his voice eg against the rocky walls of the mountain. "I have been guided here by visions of the a gods, and I believe our meeting is not mere ce, but a predestined moment."

  One of the Dwarves, apparently the leader of the group, dismounted his giant boar and approached Jon, him with intense and evaluative eyes. "We know who you are, Jon Snow," said the Dwarf, his voice deep and resonant. "And we know the stories of your vision. But words are wind, and we need more thay speeches to trust a human after thousands of years."

  Jon nodded, uanding the mistrust. "I do not expect immediate trust, but I ask for the opportunity to demonstrate my siy. I e with the iion to form an alliahat bes both my people and yours, an alliance fed in respect, cooperation, and mutual prosperity."

  The Dwarf studied him for a long moment before responding. "And what do you offer in exge for our cooperation, Jon Snow? Dwarves are not fools enough to accept empty words as payment."

  Jon stepped forward. "I offer nds in the mountains of Arctica, where you live, work, and prosper without the fear of judgment or persecution you faced fes that even we do not know. In addition, I offer the position of renowned craftsmen in my kingdom, where your skills will be valued and respected. And, of course, I am open to hearing any other ditions or desires you may have."

  There were murmurs among the Dwarves as they sidered Jon's words. The Dwarf leader then nodded slowly. "Your offers are generous, Jon Snow, and they deserve sideration. e, we will take you to our king. He will decide if your iions are true and if an alliance be formed. Because we do not believe merely in prophecies."

  With a gesture of his hand, the Dwarf leader indicated for Jon and his group to follow. Together, they ehe mountain gate, Jon, apanied only by Du, Vashid, and a small group of his royal guard, ehe heart of the mountain, guided by the Dwarves. To his surprise and relief, they spoke in the on tongue, facilitating unication. "e human, only you and a few more, my king awaits," one of the Dwarves invited, his voice firm and authoritative. Jon, cautious but determined, proceeded, passing through the imposing stone door that led to the realm of the Dwarves.

  The sunlight was quickly repced by an inner glow emanating from the bowels of the mountain. Jon and his panions found themselves surrounded by a spectacle of fes and va rivers, an impressive vision of power and skill. Some fes were active, with Dwarves w diligently, their curious gazes fixed on Jon. Others remained inactive, a silent reminder of the dormant potential of that civilization.

  As they advanced, more Dwarves stopped their activities to observe the newers. Jon noticed the presence of women and children among them, appearing to be a thriving and natural unity, he couldn't help but wonder how this race had been hidden here all this time, nor did Leaf and the other Children of the Forest know them. He briefly recalled the Dwarves who had been hired to eain in his father's feast hall, a distant and strange memory pared to the reality he now witnessed, on one side there was a man of short stature after being born with some deficy, but here they are a natural race, which is surprising.

  Finally, they arrived at an imposing structure, a Dwarven pace that exuded authority ah from within this mountain. Guarded by Dwarves armed with war hammers, the path to the king of the Dwarves was marked by stairs leading to a grand hall. The decoration was breathtaking, with precious stones embedded in the walls and such exquisite artwork that it surpassed anything Jon had ever seen.

  In the ter of the hall, on a majestic chair adorned with gold, silver, sapphires, and rubies, sat the tallest dwarf Jon had ever seen. The presence of the Dwarf king was imposing, and the chair on which he sat was a work of art in itself, refleg the splendor and pride of his people.

  Johat the wealth ay of that room could awaken covetousness in many men, but he was there freater purpose. It wasn't gold or silver he sought, but an alliance, mutual uanding, and partnership that could be both his people and the Dwarves. He was there to establish a new era of cooperation and shared prosperity, a crucial step in his jouro build the greatest nation in the world.

  Jon Snow, closely followed by his loyal guards, Du and Vashid, ehe grand hall where the Dwarf king awaited him. The air was charged with expectation and a slight tension. The Dwarf king, with his long, braided beard and eyes that seemed to have seeuries, watched Jon approach. "So you are the new king in the nds of the retreat? You are just a child!" King Thor spoke with a voice loaded with disdain and disbelief, clearly questioning the capacity of a boy to lead a kingdom.

  However, Jon was not intimidated. "I am, my name is Jon Snow. And who might the king of the Dwarves be? And how do you know about my nd? We have established there a few weeks ago," he asked, maintaining a posture of respect, but firmness.

  "I am Thor, the current king of my race, human. We knew of your arrival a long time ago," Thor replied, revealing a prior knowledge of Jon's arrival, which piqued the young king's curiosity.

  "And how would you know that, if I may ask?" Jon inquired, genuinely intrigued by the Dwarves' foreknowledge but reminded of some words from the Dwarf before. "I e to you seeking uanding and friendship. It is said there is a prophevolving my arrival and the fate of your people. I ask that you tell me about it."

  Thor observed Jon for a moment before responding. "Yes, Jon Snow, there is a prophecy, as old as the mountains we call home." He paused, as if gathering thoughts from ages past. "30 millennia ago, es predicted the arrival of a powerful human, one who would bring signifit ges to our people. This human would be the cause of the destru of the heart of the mountain, our sacred home."

  Jon listetentively, each word from Thor weaving a plex tapestry of fate and choice. "And how does this prophecy speak of my role in all this? And what does 'destroying the heart of the mountain' mean?"

  Thor tilted his head slightly, his eyes refleg the glow of the torches in the hall. "The heart of the mountain is more than a pce; it is the essence of our being, the source of our strength and e. The prophecy says that, with the arrival of the human, the heart would begin to weaken, leading to the death of our mountain and, possibly, the end of our people as we know them."

  Johe weight of these words, the responsibility and possibility they carried. "And since my birth, have you felt this ge?"

  "Yes," Thor replied. "Nine years ago, we began to notice the ges. Veins of minerals drying up, caves once filled with echoes now silent. Ae our seclusioiced straivities iside world. All this led us to believe that you might be the human of the prophecy."

  Jon remaihoughtful, processing the implications. "And what does the prophecy say will happe? Does it speak of war, destru, or... of hope?"

  Thhed, a look of flict passing across his face. "The prophecy is unclear. It speaks of ge, of a new path that will be opened. It says that the human king would offer us a new way out of here and would need our people, but it does not specify whether this would be food or ill, nor whether we would accept this fate or not. Many of us fear what might e, as dwarves are stubborn, but there are those among us who see this as an opportunity for a new beginning."

  Jon nodded in uanding. "King Thor, my iion is not to cause destru ao your people. I seek a future where our peoples prether. If there is a way to ge what has been foretold or to better uand our destiny, I am willing to work with you to discover it."

  Thor looked at him for a while, sizing him up carefully, "However, the prophecy did say that the human king would take us from here and would need our people, but it did not speak whether we would accept you. Personally, I am disappoihat it is just a child I am dealing with," Thor tinued, expressing his disappoi and doubt about Jon's capability.

  Du and Vashid, sensing the tension in the air, reacted acc to their personalities: Du with ched fists, ready to defend his king, and Vashid with a look of perplexity, surprised by the revetions and the temosphere.

  Jon knew he o prove his worth and the seriousness of his mission. He uood that ving King Thor and his people would not be a simple task, but he was determio show that, despite his youth, he possessed the strength, wisdom, aermination o lead and fulfill the prophecy, being both his people and the Dwarves. It was a critical moment, and Jon's words and as at that meeting could defihe future of both races.

  Thor, the king of the Dwarves, clearly expressed the precarious situation of his people and the possibility of setting out in search of a new home if they did not find suffit reasons to ally with Jon. "Then prove you are worthy, Jon Snow," he challenged, casting an evaluative look over the young king.

  Jon, aware of the weight of his words and the importance of the moment, responded with siy aermination. "I uand, I won't lie, I need you and I want to help you. I will do everything to be worthy of you being in my kingdom." He then offered a gesture of goodwill, handing a cigar to King Thor, an innovative product developed in Arctica the st week.

  Thor, initially wary, took the cigar and exami with growing i. "What is this? This smells good," he inquired, not hiding his curiosity about the strange object. Jon, seeing the opportunity tthen bonds, lit a cigar for himself, demonstrating its use. The smoke rose in the air, and Jon i deeply, exhaling it afterward with an air of te.

  Thor's rea was instantaneous and surprisingly positive. "HAHAHA, This is funny, you look like a damn dragon now. Why do you do this?" The Dwarf king's mood ged pletely, a smile lighting up his previously grim face. Jon, notig the ge in mood, enced Thor to try it for himself. "It's rexing. Try it, and you'll know what I'm talking about," he said, lighting the cigar in Thor's hand.

  Joehe cigar to Thor, who took it with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. "It's called a cigar," Jon expined. "It's made from special herbs we grow in Arctica. When lit and inhaled, it provides a sense of rexation and well-being."

  Thor examihe rolled object that now burned between his thick fingers, his nose slightly wrinkling as he smelled the more intehy aroma than before. "I've never seen anything like this," he murmured, still uain. Jon, with an enciure, lit a small fme and carefully ighe end of Thor's cigar.

  "Like this," said Jon, demonstrating how to hold and inhale. "It's a unique experience."

  Thor, with a determined look, mimicked the boy and brought the cigar to his lips and inhaled deeply. His eyes widened slightly with the y of the sensation, and after a moment of ption, he exhaled the smoke, which gracefully curled in the air.

  "By all metals and gems!" Thor excimed, a rid deep ugh esg his lips. "This... this is indeed rexing. And the smoke! It's like I'm exhaling the breath of a dragon."

  Jon smiled, relieved and pleased with the positive rea. "See, Thor, my iion is to offer not just words and promises, but also to share with you the innovations and pleasures that Arctica has to offer. I want our peoples not only to coexist but also to share knowledge, culture, and moments of joy."

  Thor, still holding the cigar with a newfound appreciation, nodded slowly. "Jon Snow, you are full of surprises. If you bring something so small, yet capable of ging my mood like this, I'm curious to see what else you have in mind for our people."

  "I have many pns, Thor," Jon replied, his expression serious, but his eyes shining with the promise of a shared future. "And with your help and the Dwarves, I believe we build somethiraordinary, something that has never been seen before in this world."

  With a respectful nod, Jon knew he had taken an important step towards winning the trust of the Dwarves. The cigar, a simple iion, had bee the catalyst for a more open versation and, hopefully, a sting alliance.

  "Yar is a symbol of innovation and pleasure. It makes me wonder... what more you offer to my people who have lived in the shadows for so long?"

  Jon, noting Throwing i, responded fidently. "King Thor, my vision for Arctica is not just to build a kingdom, but to create a pce where everyone, regardless of their race, thrive. And as I said, I offer the Dwarves a mountain in Arctica to call home. There, you live freely, practice your arts, and be reized as the master craftsmen you are."

  Thor sidered Jon's words, the cigar still burnily between his fingers. "The mountain is dying, Jon Snow," he said slowly. "I have no choice but to at least iate with you. But uand, what you propose is a huge step for my people. What guarantees you offer that Arctica will be the home you promise?"

  "I uand your s," Jon affirmed. "And I am willing to work side by side with the Dwarves to ehat all needs and traditions are respected. In addition to the nd, I will offer positions and titles of honor, ensuring that the Dwarves' knowledge and skill are valued and essential for the prosperity of Arctica."

  Thor nodded, refleg on the offers. "And about the prophecy... If it really is you who redicted, how do you know your leadership won't bring more harm than good?"

  Jon looked directly into Thor's eyes. "I don't have all the answers, Thor. But I it to seeking wisdom, justice, and the well-being of all under my reign. My iion is clear: to unite our peoples and create a future where both the Dwarves and my people look bad be proud of what we built together."

  Thor fell silent for a moment, then took o puff on the cigar before crushing it under his boot. "Then, Jon Snow, let's see if you are the leader you cim to be. Let's iate the terms of this alliance. But know this: my loyalty and that of my Dwarves must be earned every day."

  With a nod, Jon agreed. "I am ready for this challehor. Together, we create something never before seen in this world, a legacy of strength, respect, and prosperity."

  And so, amidst smoke and promises, a new alliance began to take shape, a pact that could ge the fate of many and shape the history of an emerging kingdom.

  During the iation, Jon observed with satisfa how the Dwarves reacted positively to the proposal of receiving a mountain to call home and being officially reized as the kingdom's craftsmen. The idea of being treated with resped receiving honorary titles articurly appealing to them, representing long-due reition of their skills and traditions.

  Jon shared with them his pn of governand the political structure he had been developing with Brynden's guidance over the past two weeks. It was crucial for Jon to demonstrate the vision and seriousness of his leadership, presenting how Arctica would bee a fair, prosperous, and weling kingdom for all its citizens, regardless of their race in.

  The Dwarves were especially excited about the proposal to build the greatest kingdom ever seen with their own hands and to have aire mountain to themselves, where they could struct their pad live openly uhe sun alongside other races. The promise that they would be the renowned craftsmen of the kingdom, admired and respected for their creations, resonated deeply with them, awakening a feeling of pride and hope.

  Moreover, the a prophecy of the Dwarves, which predicted the arrival of a human king who would lead them to be reized and renowned once again, seemed to be fulfilling before their eyes. The Dwarves, who had long lived in isotion without the opportunity to showcase their superiority in craftsmanship and f, now saw a erge from the shadows and recim their promi p the world.

  This initial tact between Jon and the Dwarves was more than a iation; it was a meeting of destinies and a rebirth of hope for a people who had long awaited their moment nition and glory. Jon Snow, with his vision aermination, was ready to lead both his people and the Dwarves towards a future where everyone could thrive and share the greathey were destio create.

  The acceptand enthusiasm of the Dwarves to join Jon's vision and build a new kingdom under his leadership marked a moment of great celebration and anticipation. "Dwarves!!! Prepare for your journey, we shall create a kingdom once again!" Thor excimed, his voice eg through the mountain. The Dwarves, with renewed joy and hope for the future, began anizing their jouro the nd of Arctica, ready to embark on a new era of prosperity and reition.

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