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  Jon Snow POV

  Somewhere beyond the Wall, 290 AC, After 2 years.

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  Iillness of dawh the tangle of a roots of the great weirwood, Jon Snow awoke. Despite the mere four hours of sleep, he felt surprisingly rejuvehe presence of the weirwood was like a balm, energizing him a his strength with an efficy that defied on uanding. He rose with iranquility and walked through a familiar path among the roots to a nook specially prepared for him.

  There, in a chamber carved into the heart of the tree, a bathtub awaited him. Unlike ventional ohis was filled with hot, bubbling va, a sight that would terrify anyone, but for Jon, it was an invitation to unusual rexation. Without hesitation, he undressed and plunged into the indest liquid, dispersing waves of va around. The roots surrounding the bathtub had been magically treated to resist the extreme heat, ensuring a safe and serene enviro.

  As he rexed, letting the heat envelop his body up to the neck, Jo a sudden interruption in his tranquility. A ball of va hit his face, causing him to open his eyes. Before him, emerging from the va, was a small creature of curious and enting appeara tile as white as snow, with majestigs that seemed immuo the scorg heat. Its eyes were like two small shining sapphire jewels, fixed on Jon with an almost human iy.

  This creature was no ordinary dragon; it was Eragon, Jon's dragon son, hatched from a special egg given to him by Aemon. Eragon was a unique being, endowed with magical characteristics refleg the deep e between him and Jon.

  Jon smiled at the little dragon, a smile that spoke of paternal love and an unbreakable bond. "So, you decided to join me for this m's bath?" Jon murmured, extending a hand to gently caress Eragon's head. The little dragon responded with a soft noise, almost as if it was ughing at the surprise it had caused.

  "And here I was w where you had gotten to," Jon murmured with his same smile. This little guy had appeared two moons ago when Jon, in an act of deep e and magic, mao hatch the precious egg. And sihen, this mischievous, intelligent, and curious little being had bee a stant shadow at his side, following him wherever he went. The dragon indeed sidered Jon its very own father.

  Uhe Targaryen dragons known in stories and legends, this one had four robust legs, and the unique ability to spit both id fire, a duality that reflected Jon's own nature. The process of hatg the dragon did not involve a dark blood sacrifice that Jon saw in some a Valyrian visions; instead, Jon had eled a rge amount of his own life force, almost as if he was transferring a part of his soul to the creature. As a result, the dragon dispyed vibrant green stripes on its snowy white scaly body, living symbols of the e with nature and the magic that Jon mastered.

  For Jon, this dragon was more than just a magical creature; it was his own son, aension of himself, to whom he had given life and love. And, iurn, the dragon saw him not just as a master but as a true father, a bond fed by the sharing of essences. Inspired by this unique e, Jon had done something simir with Ghost, his loyal terrestrial mount. Through simir magical practices, he strengthehe wolf, whiow shared a neowerful energy, being an even more formidable and loyal creature, but he could only do this with a few animals. He share his warg e through thousands of creatures, but giving life force was something very different. In this world where the natural and supernatural iwine, Jon and his creatures represented a o emerge.

  Finally, he rose after 20 minutes of rexing, donned a robe, lit a pipe he had ied, and smoked some strawberry-fvored herbs. He had created new cigars with the taste of various fruits they have in the forests, and it was a hit among his people. Jon smoked for a few moments before Eragon emerged from the bath and dried himself off to per his master's shoulder.

  Jon walked towards the exit of the colossal tree, his firm step eg through the tunnel formed by iwined roots. On his shoulder, the little white dragon, Eragon, observed the world with curiosity and fasation as always. They were an impressive 30 meters above the ground, a testament to the extraordinary growth of the tree which, when Jon arrived, measured only 25 meters i and now stood majestically at 60 meters, growing every day using his magi the roots. The tree was not just his dwelling; it was a sanctuary and a trainier where Jon had spent tless hours honing his skills and powers.

  Upon reag the exit, Jon paused for a moment to pte the arctic view that stretched out below him through one of the holes in the middle of the tree trunk. The city had transformed drastically since his arrival and with the help of all involved, the pce was nothing short of revolutionary. The meticulously pnned and structed sewer system stretched over a vast area of 100 km2, an essential infrastructure refleg the care and attention he dedicated to the well-being of his people. The iwined roads ected every er of the inhabited region with enough size for dwarves, humans, and giants to move about the city fortably, while carefully eled rivers throughout the city brought life and movement.

  In Artica, the popution of 30,000 inhabitants lived scattered over a small portion of the immense expanse of nds that Jon had transformed. The greeretg as far as the eye could see was just a fra of what the kingdom would bee. These inhabitants, a diverse mix of humans and ical creatures, enjoyed life in an envirohat Jon had meticulously cultivated and nurtured.

  paring himself to Mance Rayder, the legendary King-Beyond-the-Wall who had gathered 40,000 free folks in nine years, Jo a deep pride in his own aplishments. In just two years, he had attracted 19,000 humans from the free people, a testament to his charismatic leadership and the promise of a better and safer home. But Jon had offered much more than a refuge; he had created a sanctuary where the relentless snow and cold of the nave way to lush green fields and dense forests, where wildlife flourished in harmony with the inhabitants.

  The heart of this transformation was the great weirwood, whiow stood majestically at 60 meters tall. Its presence was more than symbolic; it was a souragid life. The roots of the weirwood spread for miles, iwining with the very essence of the nd. As they expanded, a miraculous transformation occurred: the frozen and barren soil gave way to fertile and weling nd. Where there was only snow and ice, there were now verdant fields and lush forests.

  The magical influence of the weirwood not only expelled the cold but also nourished the nd, allowiation to grow and thrive in a pce that once seemed impossible. Jon watched with satisfa as the roots of the weirwood touched and transformed every inch of the soil, bringing life and color to a world that was oninated by the relentless white of snow.

  In Artica, life was a refle of Jon's dream and vision. The inhabitants, a diverse mix of humans, dwarves, giants, and ical creatures, enjoyed a standard of living that was the envy of many kingdoms. The houses, built with advaeiques and quality materials, were fortable and well insuted, ensuring warmth during cold periods. Each residence was equipped with a robust firepce, where the fire stantly crackled, providing not only warmth but also a tral point for the family to gather and share stories.

  The rooms were spacious and cozy, with fortable beds and furniture made by dwarf artisans, known for their unparalleled skill. Food lentiful, thanks to advanced agricultural teiques aile fields Jon had created. People had access to a variety of foods, ensuring a rid nutritious diet. Tasty cigars and various drinks like beer, rum, and vodka were produced locally, a touch of luxury and pleasure in everyday life.

  Beyond the living ditions, the military power of Artica was a force to be reed with. The army, posed of 12,000 soldiers, was a mix of brave human warriors, imposing giants, and strategic dwarves. They were trained in advanced bat tactid strict discipline by Du, ensuring they were ready for any challenge. A signifit portion of these soldiers was equipped with armors made of eldeal, a metal alloy of incredible strength and lightness, fed by the best dwarf masters with Jon's help.

  In Artica's arsenal were not only ons to kill men but also 200,0on gss arrows. These ohe primary line of defense against the undead. With these arrows, the archers of Artica could effectively face White Walkers and their hordes, proteg the kingdom from supernatural threats.

  During the two years following the founding of Artica, the pead prosperity Jon had brought to the nd were occasionally marred by waves of violend fear. Groups of free people, drawn by the wealth and stability of Artica but relut to submit to the order and ws of the new kingdom, unched sporadic attacks in an attempt to loot aabilize. These skirmishes were a chaotic mix of ce and desperation, where the free folks, armed with nothing more than rustic ons and a fierce desire for freedom, cshed against the well-anized defenses of Artica.

  In one such battle, uhe misty light of a frosty dawn, Jon led his troops to repel a particurly violent attack. The war cries and the sound of steel against steel echoed through the cold air as the soldiers of Artica, their eldeal armors and armed with dragon gss arrows, faced the desperate fury of the invaders. Despite the ferocity of the free folks, the discipline and training of Jon's soldiers by Du and himself prevailed, and the attackers were repelled oer the other, leaving behind only the sadness a for those who sought a better life through force.

  It was during a night of a full moon, while the stars twinkled indifferently to the human drama below, that Jon first entered a White Walker. The battle against a horde of the undead was a whirlwind of terror and chaos. The warriors of Artica fought bravely, but the releide of the dead seemed endless. Then, from the midst of the shadows moving with terrible grad silence, emerged the pale and sinister figure of a White Walker.

  Jon would never fet the first time his eyes met those of the Walker. There was an alien intelligend an icy disdain in that gaze. The creature moved with supernatural fidence, anding the dead with minimal gestures. Jon, feeling a mix of fear aermination, ordered a barrage on gss arrows. The first volley hit the Walker, who, to Jon's shock, did not immediately fall but instead slowly turs head to face him, an almost curious expression on its fleshless face.

  It was a hard and prolonged battle, but eventually, the White Walker and its horde were defeated, thanks to the ce of Artica's soldiers and the power of the magical ons Jon had provided. However, the expression of the White Walker, that mix of curiosity and disdain, remaiched in Jon's mind. He khat this battle was just a prelude to what was to e and that the o build the wall and strengthen Artica's defenses was more urgent than ever.

  After refleg otles faced and the challeo e, Jo his observation post in the heights of the gigantic tree. Desding the natural path formed by robust roots, he passed through the grove where seedlings of neoods were being carefully cultivated, symbols of the grorosperous future of Artica. As he ehe city, Jon was greeted with warm salutations from his people. Walking through the streets, he observed the expressions of te and security on the faces of those who called Artie. He was more than their king; he was the architect of a new era of prosperity and safety, itted to building a sting legacy.

  Jon had transformed Artica from a cold and inhospitable nd into a vast, verdant sanctuary. Hundreds of square kilometers of nd once covered in snow now blossomed with life, attrag tribes seeking to share the fruits of its fertile nds. While the initial pn to establish Artica as a safe and prospere had been achieved, Jo was just the beginning. He was now focused on strengthening the culture and identity of his nation.

  For the year, Jon had ambitious pns that would expand the read influence of Artica. He inteo build a robust fleet, not only for defe also to explore aablish trade routes. The naval al, a moal endeavor, would be excavated from the o to the east for dozens or even hundreds of kilometers to allow diretry into the kingdom's capital, symbolizing Artica's opening to the world and seg a vital trade route.

  Moreover, Jon envisioned strug a bank, an institution that would not only maica's growih but also ence the prosperity of its citizens and ensure fair prices for future Arti citizenship iors. He po distribute initial io stimute the creation of local businesses, f a strong and self-sustaiernal ey. Over time, this bank would not only pete with the powerful Iron Bank of Braavos but also eica's financial independence from the rest of the world.

  Another notable addition to the horizon of Artica would be a colossal statue, a symbol of the God of War, rger and more imposing thaan of Braavos. This statue would not just be an architectural marvel but also a symbol of the power, determination, and indomitable spirit of the people of Artica, being built at the entrance of the future al to the kingdom.

  As Jon prips to Dorne and Essos to establish alliances and open Artica to global trade, he was aware of the o maintain the essend values of his kingdom. Artica would tio be an indepe pce, free from the ties of external anizations, a kingdom built from scratch with its own ws, traditions, and culture.

  Although many outside of Artica were still unaware of its existehose who discovered this pce rarely wished to leave. Jon was determio preserve pead order, dealing with those whht barbaric s or refused to follow Artica's ws with a firm but fair hand.

  Walking through Artica that m, Jo fident and ready for future challenges. He khat with each step taken, ea devised, and each dream realized, he was writing the history of Artica, a story of a kingdom that would defy time, adversities and rise as a bea of hope, strength, and independen the true North.

  "Good m, King Jon!" excimed a bcksmith, wiping his hands on a dirty apron as he bowed slightly in a sign of respect.

  "Look, it's the young king!" whispered two women, exging gnces of admiration as Jon passed by them, them a friendly nod and a smile.

  "Look at the child blessed by the gods! King Jon!" shouted a group of children pying nearby. They ran up to him, their faces lit with excitement. Jon stopped, ughing as he briefly talked with them, asking about their adventures and reminding them to study hard aheir families.

  "King Jon!" called an elder from an aribe of the free people, leaning on a staff. "Your as have brought pead hope to our hearts in this magical pce. May the gods tio bless you." Jon approached the elder, expressing his gratitude and assuring him that he would work tirelessly to proted improve the lives of everyone in Artica.

  As Jon tinued his way, he noticed a group of Children of the Forest him from a respectful distance. Approag with a gentle gesture and a weling smile, Joed them in their nguage, expressing gratitude for the harmony ahey had brought to Artica.

  "KING JONNN!" Jon heard a giant passing through the streets as he greeted him.

  With Eragon, the small white dragon, still resting on Jon's shoulder, his curious eyes watched and absorbed the world around him. Eaent, each shadow, each gesture of the citizens of Artica was a lesson for him, a window into the plexity ay of the kingdom Jon was building.

  As Jon walked through the streets, the poputioed him with a genuine respect that went beyond any formality. Raised as a bastard, Jon never valued rigid ventions, finding greater meaning in sincere reition and mutual respect. This attitude was reflected in his governance, where he preferred to be remembered as a just and passionate leader rather than a distant and untouchable monarch.

  His title of King was often invoked, but Johat for his people, those who despised the forced submission of the southern kingdoms, his as and character were worth more than any . He vividly remembered the day he addressed his citizens, a moment that became a milestone in the culture of Artid solidified his retionship with them.

  A year ago, the main square of Artica, a vast open space surrounded by robust stone and wood strus, was filled with citizens gathered together. Humans, Giants, Dwarves, and Children of the Forest, each with their unique characteristics, but all sharing a sense of unity and expectation. The ground was covered in green foliage, a reminder of Jon's dominion over nature and his power to transform the once frozen nd into a fertile refuge.

  The fgs of Artica, bearing symbols of giant wolves, mammoths, and green trees, fluttered in the wind, while the sounds of versation and ughter filled the air. Children raween the legs of adults, their ughter eg like music, while the giants watched with a gentle smile, their eyes shining with a calm light.

  But at the ter was the symbol that represehe nation, the main fg of Artica owerful emblem, representing not just the nation, but also the essence of its people and the vision of its leader. With a background as pure white as the snow that onihe ndscape, in the ter of this white expaood a blue ice fke, each line and curve drawn with meticulous precision.

  The blue of the ice fke was not a o was a deep and vibrant blue that reminded one of the clear winter sky just after dawn. This blue symbolized life and persistehe ability of Artid its people to thrive amid the cold and adversity.

  Meanwhile, in the crowd, the dwarves, known for their hard work and skill in the fe, versed animatedly in groups, sharing stories and jokes while sharpening their tools or adjusting their armors. Beside them, the Children of the Forest, mysterious and serene, observed everything with wise and a eyes, their presence adding a touagid mystery to the se.

  The ter of the square was empty, creating a natural space for Jon to address his people. The anticipation alpable; everyone khat when Jon spoke, his words were not just empty promises but firm itments that would shape the future of them all.

  As Jon approached, standih the main fg, the crowd naturally fell silent, their attention turning towards him with reverent respect. His figure, though young, emanated an authority and fidehat transded his age. When he began to speak, his voice resonated clear and powerful, reag every er of the square, every heart, and every mind.

  He spoke of how this ret nation that was born from a so-called tribe to what he was seeing today, his pns and future works, and what the people could expect from this kingdom. In the end, Jon gave his final statement amidst the enthusiasm of all.

  "My people," Jon had procimed with a voice that carried the strength of his vi, "our nation called Artica is growing and will grow much more. We are just over twenty thousand now, but our spirit is immense. Humans, Giants, Dwarves, and Children of the Forest, we ride horses and giant wolves, walk with shadow cats, bears, and mammoths. We will grow to be millions iure. Perhaps I will no longer be here, aher will you, but our values and our spirit will live on. The people of the true north are resilient and strong, surviving thousands of years of harsh winters. We are so steadfast in our spirit that we bow to no one, not even the king of Artica. For me, just your resped loyalty are enough!"

  Jon's words resonated deeply with those who listehe free folks, aced to a life of struggles and uainties, found in him a source of inspiration and pride. They, who knew well the harshness of the north and the i independence of their people, saw in Jon not just a king but one of their own, someone who uood and shared their deepest vis.

  The Giants, normally so reserved, nodded in approval, a glimmer of hope in their eyes. The Dwarves, known for their skepticism, couldn't hide a smile of resped agreement.

  As he mentiohat the people of Artica bow to no one, not even to their king, a murmur of approval arose from the crowd. Jon had touched on a fual point of their culture, a trait of independend strength that ran deeply in their veins. The free folks, especially, felt a renewed pride; their traditions and values were not only reized but also elevated and celebrated.

  A feeling of unity began to form among the croalpable sensation that they were all together in this journey, not as subjects of a king but as panions and colborators of a on future. They looked at each other, now not just as neighbors but as members of a great Arti family, each with an essential role to py in building this new world.

  When Jon finished speaking, a moment of absolute silence hung in the air, as if everyone was abs and refleg on the weight and significe of his words. Then, almost as a siity, the crowd erupted into appuse and cheers. Shouts of "Long live King Jon!" and "Long live Artica!" echoed through the square, while many raised their arms in salute and others wiped away tears of emotion.

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