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Third Person POV
Somewhere beyond the Wall, 292 AC, A little ter.
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On an ordinary day at the Wall, while on guard atop the wall, he couldn't help but mutter, "Another day freezing my balls off in this pce..." He murmured, but his voice was muffled by the icy wind of the wall at 700 feet high.
The ranger also reflected on his past, menting the decision that had led him to that cold ae pce. It had been five years since he traded his freedom f to steal two measly silver s, and each day was a reminder of the weight of his choice. Life on the Wall was an endless series of cold and dangerous days, hunting wildlings and fag the stant threat of death, while longing for simple pleasures, like the warmth of a human touch, tormented him incessantly.
As he sighed and looked beyond the North, where the wild nds y. He was in his thoughts when he felt a sudden tremor that caught his attention. Even from the height of 700 feet of the Wall, he could see ice shards rising millimeters off the ground. The ground trembled tinuously, but almost imperceptibly, and uook hold of him and his panions notig the strange phenomenon. That's when he saw them:
Looking attentively beyond the North, an unpreted spectacle unfolded before his eyes.
From the dense forest, colossal figures emerged, defying uanding and logic. They were men of gigantic stature, each measuring about four meters i, dressed in armor that shone even uhe gray sky of the North. They marched in an ordered formation, their firm and synized footsteps causing the slight tremors the ranger had felt.
He, taken by a mixture of admiration and fear, shouted to his panions, pointing to the extraordinary se. "By the Seven, where did these giants e from?" His voice carried both the fear of the unknown and the surprise before the unimaginable.
More figures tio e out of the forest, lining up iiilitary formation. Each group, posed of 500 giahen a on group of people who began to wonder if they were still looking at the north side of the wall or if they were really wildlings with their armor and discipline, anroup of 500 short men, but more heavily armed, ectacle of discipline and order. A sixth group, apanied by giant wolves, pleted the army. The highlight among them was a wolf of epic proportions, se that even from the top of the Wall it stood out, with a figure mounted on its back.
The ranger, quickly, he blew the trumpet, a warning signal, and soon, the sound multiplied, eg along the Wall. As more and more figures emerged from the forest, lining up in disciplined groups in front of the wall. There were 6 groups lined up, 500 giants, 500 men, 500 men, 500 short men and 200 animals.
Castle Bck was already in turmoil with the trumpet from the top of the wall, with men running, ons being prepared, and orders being shouted. The sudden appearance of this mysterious and formidable army transformed what was an ordinary day at the Wall into a moment of tension and anticipation.
"ons! Defensive positions now!" roared Mormont, his imposing voice cutting through the icy air of the Wall. The Night's Watch brothers, traio react with discipline and readiness, quied their pace, colleg ons, shields, and preparing the bows.
ander Mormoo the battlements of the Wall, looking attentively at the advang army. His eyes scrutinized every detail, trying to dis the iions and nature of this mysterious group. "Archers, get ready! Do not fire until ordered!", he anded with authority. The archers lined up along the wall, their eyes fixed on the army below, fiense on the bs.
Beside Mormont, the First Builder and the First Ranger exged gnces of , both aware of the gravity of the situation. "Maintain stant vigin all dires," Mormont instructed, "We don't know if this is an attack or a show of strength."
Meanwhile, below the Wall, the mysterious army maintained an impeccable formation, its presence imposing and undeniable. Mormont watched attehe tral figure mounted on the giant wolf. "Who are they? Wildlings? A hreat?", he wondered internally.
Castle Bck was now in full alert, each man of the Night's Watch ready to defend the Wall against the unknown. A mix of fear, curiosity, and astonishment took over him and his brothers. "What's happening beyond the Wall?" he wondered, as the Wall, which had always been synonymous with prote and isotion, now seemed more vulnerable than ever before the ued and mysterious force lining up in front of it.
While the army of the North maintais imposing and disciplined formation in front of the Wall, Jon, mounted on his giant wolf, 2.6 meters tall, Ghost, took the initiative to establish unication. In his hand, he raised a white fg, as a symbol of pead truce. The immense figure of the wolf, bined with Jon's youthfulness, created an intriguing image.
The rangers of the Wall, maintaining their defensive positions, cautiously observed Jon's a. The tension alpable, everyone awaited with anticipation the unfolding of events.
Jon Snow, mounted on his giant wolf, Ghost, raised his voice with authority and crity, breaking the silence of the snowy expanse. "My name is Jon Snow, Son of the Protector of the North," he announced, surprising everyoh the volume and crity of his voice which humanly should not have been possible, especially sidering his youth. Ign the surprised looks of the rangers, he tinued with determination. "I demand a meeting with the lord ao iate!"
The name 'Jon Snow' echoed among the rangers, causing a murmur nition and surprise. "That name... isn't it that boy who passed through the Wall more than two years ago? Look at him now, leading an armored army in these frozen nds," they murmured among themselves, impressed with the young man's transformation.
Without waiting for a response from the rangers, Jon dismounted from Ghost and walked toward the gate of the Wall. His bold and decisive attitude made one of the rangers ent, admiringly, "That boy has ce." They khat any atta Jon could trigger an immediate response from the giants that made up part of the Arctic army.
As Jon approached the gate, the rangers watched, torween apprehension and curiosity. The audacity of the child was undeniable, and his presehere, at the Wall, promised to be the beginning of an ued chapter in the history of the North.
The wolf, Ghost, remaiill, his majestic presence exuding a sense of calm and strength. Jon, tinuing to walk towards the gate, kept the white fg raised, symbolizing his peaceful iions.
In the eyes of the rangers, distrust gradually gave way to curiosity, as they exged gnces, questioning the identity and iions of this young leader and his army.
Meanwhile, Jeor Mormont, ander of the Night's Watch, watched the se from the gate of the wall, p the best way to respond. The presence of Jon and his army was ued and discerting, but the white fg and the posture of the young leader suggested he was not seeking frontation.
After a brief moment of deliberation, Mormont ordered a delegation to meet Jon. "Let's see what this boy, whom I thought had died, wants," he murmured to himself, the gate to be opened.
As the gate opened, Jon walked with a fidehat defied the tension of the moment. He seemed indifferent to danger, even with numerous arrows pointed in his dire. "Let them py their game," Jon thought, with an air of serene defiance.
Whee fully opehe figure who came to meet Jon was her than his uncle, Beark. "JON!!! Two years, Jon, you disappeared for two years!" Benjen roared, his voice mixing relief and reproach.
Jon, who normally wouldn't allow such a tooward himself, softened upon seeing his uncle. "I know, uncle, I'm sorry. There were things I o do," Jon replied, with an apologetic smile for his absence over the st two years. The reunion with Benjen was a moment of genuiion for Jon.
As soon as they saw each other, the air between Jon and Benjen was filled with a mix of emotion and surprise. Benjen, with a look refleg both relief and , quickly advanced and hugged Jon tightly. "Two years... Two long years," murmured Benjen, still in shock at seeing Jon not only alive but transformed.
Jourhe hug, feeling a wave of fort in his uncle's arms again. "I'm sorry, uncle. I had no way to send news," he expined, his voice den with a maturity that was not present when he left.
Beepped back a bit, keeping his hands on Jon's shoulders, evaluating him with an attentive look. "You've grown, Jon. Not just i, but... you're being a man, I don't know what happeo you, and how you have this troop or what happeo you, but I'm happy, happy that you're well, boy," he said, with a mix of pride and mencholy. "Do you have any idea how I had to expin to your father about how I had to let you go north?" Benjen opened a rare smile.
Jon smiled, a bit embarrassed by the pliment. "I still have a lot to learn, uncle. But I had good masters to teach me," he replied, thinking about the lessons and challenges he faced in the North.
Benjen looked curious at the boy with the mention of masters, "Let's talk, Jon. There's a lot to tell," said Benjen.
"Well, boy. We talk first, I hope your mehemselves behaved." The voice of Jorah Mormont was heard for the first time, and Jon looked at him.
"Hello, Lord ander, it's been a few years since we've seen each other." Jon began and looked at his uncle. "Let's talk ter."
Benjen uood and gave a small smile, "Alright, now the Lord ander wants to know why yht an armored army in front of the wall," he said, raising an eyebrow.
Jon shrugged and followed his uer Jorah Mormont. Benjen gave a st look at the thousands of armored soldiers of various sizes lined up and anized, uo believe that this could belong to his 11-year-old nephew.
Upoering Castle Bck, Jon Snow, apanied by his uncle Beark, walked with a posture exuding a bination of fidend calm. His steps were firm, refleg the maturity and responsibility he had acquired in the past two years.
As he crossed the courtyard, Jon noticed the fixed stares at him from all ers - looks that varied between anger, fear, curiosity, and even admiration. Some of the brothers of the Night's Watch reized him, whispering among themselves, questioning the transformation of the young Snow and the in of the impressive army that apanied him.
Ign the murmurs and inquisitive looks, Jon proceeded to the Lord ander's sor. Upoering, he saw Jeor Mormont, apanied by three guards, who watched him with an expression of surprise and caution. Without hesitation, Joed the Lord ander with casual respect, typical of someone who was not intimidated by authority or situation.
Upoering the sor of Lord ander Jeor Mormont, Jon Snow greeted him with a mix of formality and familiarity, refleg the fidence gained on his journey. "Lord ander! It's been two years, hasn't it? How are you?" Jon asked, maintaining a respectful but assertive tone.
Jeor Mormont, with an intrigued expression, raised an eyebrow at the young man before him. "Yes, two years, Jon Snow. Now, could you expin to me why yht two thousand armored men in front of my gate?" questioned Mormont, his voice carrying a mix of caution and frustration.
Jon, sensing the tension in the room, responded calmly, "Ah, don't worry about the men oher side of the wall, Lord ahey're not here to attack the Wall or anything like that. They're apanying me on a mission in the West and at the Fist of the First Men. But, if that answer doesn't satisfy you, I say I brought them to demonstrate some power and ehat I won't be treated like an eleven-year-old child." Jon's response seemed to make the atmosphere even tenser in the sor.
The tension in the sor of Lord ander Jeor Mormont increased after Jon's response. Mormont, with a cautious expression, narrowed his eyes at Jon, trying to decipher his iions. "And what exactly do you want?" he asked, emphasizing each word.
Jon, maintaining his posure, replied with a mix of innod maturity. "I may not want to be treated as an 11-year-old boy, but I still am, and I miss my family. I would like to request a raven to Winterfell, asking my father for permission to visit the castle. I io e only with my giant wolf. You write that I made this request personally," said Jon, with a siy that almost hid the weight of his words.
Beark, Jon's uncle, erplexed. He wao scold the young man for causing such a stir in Castle Bck just to send a raven. However, before he could speak, Jon tinued, surprising everyone in the room.
"That's just one of the reasons. The other is Aemon Targaryen," revealed Jon, casting a meaningful g Mormont and Benjen. Everyone was surprised, w what the boy wanted with the maester.
Jon, aware of the surprise and tension that his presend his army caused in Castle Bck, decided to address the matter that had brought him there with direct siy. "I want to make a proposal to Maester Aemon. If he accepts, I would like to take him with me to the North," decred Jon, his gaze veying the seriousness of his iion.
Before Jeor Mormont or anyone else present could protest, Jon quickly added details about his generous offer. "As proof of my goodwill, I brought wagons loaded with a year's worth of food, 500 winter clothes, 400 high-quality steel swords, and six months of products from my nd!" The revetio Mormont and the others surprised, sidering the stant she of supplies in the Night's Watch.
Mormont, after a moment of refle, responded with a dition. "If you speak the truth; the proposal will only be accepted if Maester Aemon agrees," he stated, intrigued by the young man's generosity. He usually would ugh off such a proposal, believing no one would have such resources from beyond the Wall, but seeing the army behind the gate in the North was irrefutable. "I will write the raven to Winterfell. And as for your stay, you choose to stay here or with your men, as long as you don't bring anyone else into the Castle," said Mormont, setting boundaries for Jon's presence.
During the discussion, one of the rangers, skeptical and incredulous, intervened with a question that echoed the doubts of many in Castle Bck. "How we believe that a boy mao accumute so many resources beyond the Wall?" he questioned, looking alternately at Jon and Lord ander Mormont.
Mormont responded firmly. "Even if it seems impossible, I will believe the boy and he will deliver these things before anything else, so I trust him." he expined and tinued, "And, it's not wise to create a flict with an army of 2500, especially when they are so well-equipped and anized."
The ranger, still skeptical, nodded and fell silent. "Thank you, Lord ander. I will order my men t the supplies to the gate and theurn to the army," Jon thanked, appreciating the Lord ander's cooperation. With a nod, he left the sor apanied by Benjen, leaving behind a Castle Bck abuzz and filled with murmurs about the iions of the young man with his small army.
Jon, eager to see the view from the top of the Wall, invited his uo climb with him. "Uncle, let's go up the wall, I didn't have the ce to go up st time," said Joed about the idea, as there was no such high p the North. Benjen nodded and apanied Jon to the stairs leading to the top of the immense ice structure.
As they climbed, Jon took a cigar from his pocket and offered oo Benjen. With an agile movement, Jon lit both cigars using a small fme that sprouted from his hand. Benjen, impressed and slightly stunned by the dispy of magid the unfamiliar object, accepted the cigar cautiously.
"Uhis is called a cigar. You draw in the air like this after lighting it," expined Jon, demonstrating the process. Beried to imitate his nephew but ended up coughing violently, uo hahe smoke. His botched attempt drew curious looks from the other members of the Night's Watch around.
Jon couldn't tain his ughter at his uncle's rea. "e on, uncle, pull the smht, hahaha!" He ughed, showing again how it was done, exhibiting an ease that only increased Benjen's embarrassment.
Benjen, still coughing, asked between coughs, "Jon, what the hell is this?" His voice mixed surprise and reprimand, still not believing what he was seeing. Jon, trying to ease the situation, offered a bottle to his uncle, ted it but almost immediately spat out the tents, surprised by the strong and ued taste of the drink.
Benjen, clearly irritated and still coughing from the cigar, gred at Jon. "Jon! Are you making fun of me? You may have an army, but I'll make yret it!" he roared, shaking his head in disbelief.
Jon, surprised by his uncle's rea but not shaken, took the bottle back from Benjen's hands. "Uncle, how you waste vodka like this? It's the best alcohol for winter, warms the body from the cold, as you drunk. Don't drink it if it's to waste!" Joed, showing a mix of frustration and amusement at the situation. Benjen, a bit embarrassed and surprised by his nephew's audacity, remained silent.
The rangers around observed the se with curiosity, enting among themselves about what might have happened in the Lord ander's sor for Jon to now walk freely around the castle, apparently without worries, even after bringing an army to the gates of the Wall.
After a while, Jon and Benjen finally reached the top of the Wall. Up there, with the icy vastness stretg out before them, Jon looked at the horizon with a thoughtful gaze, while Beood by his side.
On top of the Wall, Jon pted the vastness beyond the North, whistling in admiration at the immensity of the ndscape. He looked down, his army, now reduced to tiny figures down below. Yet, it was still possible to distinguish the dwarfs, giants, and humans f a disciplined and impressive formation.
"Wow, uncle, look at this view," said Jon, his voice den with admiration and a touch of pride.
Benjen, his nephew by his side, reflected on the ges Jon had undergone i two years. The boy he knew had transformed into someone bold and calg, someone who now anded a formidable army.
"It's magnifit, isn't it, uncle?" Jon suddenly asked, breaking the silehat had settled between them.
Benjen nodded, looking at the army below them. "I don't think there's a force like this in the Seven Kingdoms..." he ented, his voice filled with a mix of admiration and apprehension.
The rangers of the Wall, about a hundred of them, watched the se, equally impressed by the sight of the army and surprised to realize that the ander of those forces was there, o them, on top of the Wall. They observed Jon with a mix of caution and curiosity, w about the true nature and iions of this young leader.
Jon, notig the attentioracted, smiled and took a step forward, fag the ndscape beyond the wall. "Hahaha, you think so, uncle? Just watch." With a mischievous smile, Jon took a deep breath and the out a powerful and clear shout that echoed along the entire length of the Wall and beyond, demonstrating the strength aermination he carried within himself. Benjen watched, stunned.
Standing atop the imposing Wall, Jon pted the vastness of the North. By his side, Benjen observed his nephew, realizing how much he had ged i two years. Jon now exuded an aura of boldness mixed with a clear capacity for calcution.
"It's magnifit, isn't it, uncle?" Jon broke the silence, looking at the ndscape beyond the Wall.
"I don't think there's a force like this in the Seven Kingdoms..." Benjen ented, his gaze fixed on the Arctic army below, which resembled an anthill of dwarfs, giants, and humans.
"Hahaha, you think? So, uncle, just watch," said Jon, stepping forward.
With a deep breath, Jon gathered his void shouted loudly enough to be heard throughout the region: "áRTICA, WHAT ARE WE?"
The response came in a powerful roar immediately after: "WE ARE NóRTICOS!!"
Jon tinued, his voice eg with each question, "áRTICA, WHAT ARE WE?"
"WE ARE DESDANTS OF THE FIRST MEN!!" the answer resonated across the Wall, surprising the rangers.
"áRTICA, WHAT ARE WE?" he challenged again.
"WE ARE THE MOST POWERFUL PEOPLE!!" the third response came even stronger.
"áRTICA, WHAT DO WE FEAR?" Jon ged the question, attrag the full attention of Benjen and the rangers.
"WE FEAR NOTHING, EXCEPT THE WRATH OF ODS!!" the answer left Benjen open-mouthed.
"áRTICA, WHAT DO WE DO WITH WHITE WALKERS?" asked Jon, capturing the attention even of the crows below the Wall.
"WE DON'T RUN! WE KILL THEM, WE EXTERMIHEM, THEY ARE THE ONES WHO FEAR US!" the final words were a roar of challenge and pride.
Satisfied, Jon then shouted: "BRING THE SUPPLIES TO THE FRONT OF THE GATES AND YOU ARE DISMISSED UNTIL FURTHER ORDER."
The 2500 soldiers, hearing the and, quickly mobilized, breaking formation to set up camp and deliver the supplies. The se ectacle of effid discipline, leaving everyone on the Wall impressed and someerplexed by the leadership capability of this child.
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