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  Third Person POV

  Wall, 292 AC, At the some momment.

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  Jon and his uncle, Beark, spent some time together atop the Wall, chatting after the otion Jon had caused with his training exercise. They gazed out over the vast, iorth and watched dwarves, humans, and giants setting up their camp below. Jon shared with Beories of his adventures and challenges sihey had parted, albeit in a limited manner. With each at, Benjen looked at Jon with a mix of pride and surprise, impressed by the maturity and wisdom the young man had gained in such a short time, hearing that this child had started building a city among the wildlings.

  "Jon, your pce is not north of the Wall, impressive as that may be," Benjen couldn't help but excim to his nephew.

  Jon looked at Benjen, his eyes refleg the white expanse before them. "Uncle, I uand what you're saying. Winterfell will always be a part of who I am, but..." He paused, carefully choosing his words. "You know, it was only by leaving there that I could truly be myself. In Winterfell, I was always the bastard, the child of shame. But here..." Joured towards the North, where his army was gathering, "here, I am a leader, someoh a purpose and a people to care for."

  Benjen listened in silence, abs Jon's words. "You think you've found your pce among the wildlings and these giants?" he asked, still trying to prehend the extent of the ges Jon had undergone.

  "It's not just about finding a pce, U's about fulfilling a mission that I feel was entrusted to me by the Old Gods," Jon replied, looking north with determination. "Arctica, my kingdom, is a pce where everyone, regardless of their in or past, has a role to py, a ce to belong. I couldn't find that in Winterfell, not with the shadows that followed me."

  Benjen frowned, clearly surprised. "Arctica? You founded a kingdom? That's... hard to believe, Jon." His voice was full of awe mixed with a touch of incredulity. "But how? How could a boy from Winterfell..."

  Jon smiled, uanding his uncle's fusion. "When I left Winterfell, Uncle, I had no iion of creating a kingdom. It started from a direct gift of the Old Gods askio go to the weirwood of the Wall, as you might know, I did extraordinary things in the North while I was here..." Jon spoke, and Benjen nodded.

  "Yes, your feats tio echhout the on folk, but many sider that you died when you crossed the Wall," he said.

  "Well, I guess that's uandable. When I crossed the Wall, I discovered my mission and began to explore these ids trying to uhe tribes with us. We started as a tribe, a small group of people sharing a on vision, a desire to live in pead harmony in a safe pd to protect ourselves. But we had our difficulties, expl the North in search of a pce, tribes attacked us together, we overcame all who challenged us, found other tribes, some races I didn't even ked..."

  "Like the dwarves?" interrupted Benjen, pointing down to where small, sturdy figures worked alongside humans and giants.

  "Yes, the dwarves," firmed Jon. "They are incredible craftsmen and brave warriors. I hought I'd see a dwarf, but they are a vital part of Arctiow. And the giants... they have a strength that is very useful."

  "Jon, I'm seeing 500 armiants, do you know how many armies would tremble to fight against these things? I didn't know giaed until I saw you with nearly 100 of them 2 years ago. But now you have 500 to fight by your side, it's amazing, but you know how this will draw attention from the south, right?" Benjen had a tone of seriousness in his voice.

  "I know that, but Arctica is powerful enough to protect itself from anything the southern kingdoms might do, besides, they know how costly an expedition to try to steal our nds would be when no southern army would st long in the nds beyond the Wall," Jon spoke calmly, not seeming like an 11-year-old child, but a wise leader, which didn't fail to make Benjen look at him with admiration.

  Benjen looked again at the camp, his eyes sing the figures moving below. "You're right, but that doesn't take away from the fact that you created a city among the wildlings, with dwarves and giants... Jon, this is something I've never heard of. It's like something out of an a legend."

  Jon nodded, looking toward the horizon with a smile. "Maybe it is, Uncle. Maybe it's end, a story we're writing right now. Arctica isn't just a pe, it's a symbol. A symbol that a new world is possible, one where differences are celebrated, not feared."

  Benjen pced his hand on Jon's shoulder, looking him in the eyes. "You've truly bee someoraordinary, Jon. I couldn't be prouder, and I'm sure your father would feel the same way, just don't bee an enemy of the Night's Watch, I wouldn't want to fa army of giants." Bejen joked with a smile at the end.

  Jon smiled, feeling warmth in his heart. "Thank you, Uncle. I don't io bee an enemy of the South, uhey force me to, but I still have a long way to go. And with Arctica, with my people, I know I'm not alone on this journey."

  Benjen nodded slowly. "I always knew you were special, Jon. But I never imagi would take you this far. Winterfell is your home, but I uand that you've found another."

  Jon looked down at the camp below, where giants, dwarves, and humans worked together. "I love my family, Uncle, and Winterfell will always have a p my heart with you, Father, Arya, and Bran."

  "Sansa, Robb, and little Ri?" His uncle asked.

  "That's plicated... Wait, who is Ri?" Jon asked, surprised. His father had mentioned Catelyn being pregnant before he ventured into the northern nds, but he didn't know if it would be a girl or a boy.

  "Ri is your you brother; he was born almost 2 years ago," Benejn informed.

  "I see..." Jon said, p, and tinued with a firm tone as a leader.

  "Winterfell is the home of people I love, but Arctica... Arctica is where I be who I am, where I make a difference. And maybe, somehow, I stop the southern invasions by groups of the Free Folk, perhaps I uhese two worlds." Jon reflected.

  "That would be good for everyone; if anyone do it, it's you," Benjen said, pg his hand on Jon's shoulder. "Just don't fet where you came from."

  Jon nodded, a look of resolve on his face. "I'll never fet, Uncle. But I also 't ighe call of my destiny."

  Their versation was interrupted by the sound of wooden carts creaking and men's voices eg from below the Wall. It was the supplies brought by Jon's army beginning to arrive at Castle Bck. Realizing the arrival, Jon turo Benjen with a slight smile and said, "It seems it's time to show the true strength of Arctica's products."

  Desding the Wall's stairs with agile steps, Jon and Benjen reached the castle courtyard, where the armored men of Jon's army were anizing the supplies. The wagons were full of food, thick fabrics for winter, skillfully fed ons, and other essentials for the survival and defense of the Night's Watch. Each item was unloaded carefully and handed over to the rangers, who ied everything with looks of disbelief and gratitude.

  Jon oversaw the distribution, ensuring each ranger received their share. Meanwhile, Benjen versed with some of Jon's men, amazed by the loyalty and respect they showed for their young leader. With eaew wagon that arrived, mers joio help, creating an atmosphere of cooperation as the men seemed tet the cold with so many ons, clothes, and food ing to them.

  Lord ander Mormont, from a distance, couldn't help but feel a mix of surprise and admiration at the effid anization of the small army Jon had formed. The Lord ander approached, clearly impressed with the operation's efficy. His eyes fixed on the piles of supplies, and he couldn't help but murmur in admiration, "I've never seen anything like this in all my years here at the Wall," he eurning to Jon.

  Jon, with a modest smile, responded: "Arctica has been generous to us, Lord ahese are the fruits of hard work and the union of many races."

  Around them, the rangers observed with looks that varied between astonishment and curiosity. They murmured among themselves, clearly impressed with the quality of the supplies. Some touched the winter clothes, enting ohiess and quality of the fabric. Others examihe fed ons, reizing the skill and superior craftsmanship.

  Mormont, still watg, said in a low voice to Jon: "You've brought more than supplies, Jon Snow. You've done something we've needed for a long time, something even the southern kingdoms never did."

  Jon looked at the Lord ander and then at the men around him. "I hope this strengthens our alliance, Lord ander. Arctid the Night's Watch have a lot in on – both defend the realm against unknown threats. This is a demonstration that Arctica is not an enemy of the Night's Watd the northern kingdom."

  Mormont nodded, looking at the rangers who were now w with more vigor ahusiasm. "You've done something for us that won't be fotten. And something tells me this is just the beginning."

  With a respectful nod, Jon tinued overseeing the distribution, aware of the weight of his responsibilities and the impact of his as, both for Arctid the Night's Watch.

  At the end of the day, with all the supplies properly stored and distributed, Jon turo his men in the courtyard. Some looked cautiously at the Night's Watch, just as the crows did with them. These men, before being soldiers of Arctica, were Free Folk and many had fought against those living here, even holding some rese. But their king, Jon, had ordered a path of peace with the Night's Watch, as long as they did nothing to provoke Arctica. They were to respect them, despite them being a group of victed outws, as they still served the purpose of defending the realm of men.

  "You return to the camp until further orders. I'll stay here to resolve some more issues."

  "Yes, we will do that, King Jon," he said, raising a few eyebrows of those who heard the word 'king'. Jon sighed but was thankful he hadn't brought the dwarves, whose personalities might not have ended well...

  With the soldiers leaving Castle Bck, Jo with Mormont to discuss the steps in his sor. They walked together through the castle corridors, exging ideas and pns for the future. The Lord ander was quite ied in Arctica, a kingdom of wildlings was something unpreted for him, and as he saw, it wasn't a kingdom living on bronze as they are used to from the tribes of the north. Jon, with his strategic vision, and Mormont, with his experience, formed a promising partnership, uniting the best of the new and the old for the North.

  "May I see Aemon now?" Jon asked at the end of their versation.

  "Yes, you go. Jon, I thank you for the wagons of supplies, but try not to cause more chaos than you're already causing in the castle!" Jon smiled ily at the noise from before, which he caused by having his men shout at him atop the Wall.

  After saying goodbye to Lord ander Mormont, Jon headed to Maester Aemon's room. He walked through the silent and shadowy corridors of Castle Bck. Approag Aemon's room, he paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before knog gently on the door.

  "Enter," came the response from the other side.

  Jon opehe door aered the modestly lit room, where several dles emitted a soft light, casting dang shadows oone walls. The room was simple but as cozy as he remembered it after 2 years, with a rge bookshelf occupying much of the wall. In the ter, a table was covered in scrolls and books, some open and others ly stacked. Aemon was seated in a chair, his elderly figure, but healthier than Jon remembered, leaning over a book, but his eyes, now clearer and more attentive, lifted as they noticed Jon with some difficulty.

  "Jon?" Aemon asked, a tone of surprise in his voice. "Is it really you?"

  "Well, U's me," Jon replied with a warm smile, closing the door behind him.

  "Hahaha. How this old man rejoice today! You disappeared 2 years ago, and even though many said you were dead, this old man and even your Uncle Benjen always believed you were out there. It's good to see you alive, my boy!"

  "I've been very busy these st 2 years and couldn't get in touch." Jon scratched his head in an attempt to apologize.

  Aemon looked at Jon, his eyes which had improved greatly, although he still saw everything in a blur, he had the ability to examihe young man in front of him. "So, it was you who caused all that otion and shouting? I was hoping it was because of a dragon," he said, half-joking.

  Jon ughed lightly. "No, Uncle Aemon, Eragon is oher side of the Wall. I didn't want to cause more chaos than I already have."

  Aemon, with a look of disbelief mixed with a spark of excitement, leaned a little more forward. "Eragon? You... you really have a dragon? Jon, please, don't joke with an old maester. A living dragon is something we haven't seen for turies, did you really hatch that egg in 2 years?!"

  Jo his expression serious and nodded. "I'm not joking, Uncle Aemon. Eragon is real. The egg you gave me... it hatched. Eragon is the dragon that was born from it. He was born irue North, under circumstahat I'm still trying to uand. He's different from all the dragons recorded and he spit id fire."

  Aemon was visibly moved, Jon's words awakening memories of stories and legends he had studied all his life. "A dragon... in our time. And you, Jon, you hatched it, I knew you would hatch that egg! It seems like fate. What does he look like?"

  "Small as a cat currently, with white scales with green stripes that shine like snow under sunlight and eyes that resemble frozen fmes like thires," Jon described, his gaze distant as he remembered Eragon, whom he sidered his own son. "Eragon is more than a dragon; he's a symbol of a neerhaps a sign that times are ging and that magic is returning to the world again."

  Aemon, with tears f in his eyes, whispered, "To see a dragon in my lifetime, that would be a dream e true. Jon, do you uand the significe of this? Dragohe heart of my family, the essence of our power wheablished the seven kingdoms."

  Jon nodded, uanding the history of Westeros. "I know, Uncle. And that's why I'm being careful. Eragon isn't just any dragon; he's different from the dragons of Valyria aremely intelligent for a newborn."

  Aemon pced a hand on Jon's, a look of deep gratitude and pride on his face. "You were chosen, Jon. By lineage, by fate, by the Old Gods, or by the magic of this world itself. You have a role to py, a role that might ge the course of history."

  "Maybe that's it..." Jon said, falling silent for a while before breaking it with a determined look towards Aemon. "Uncle Aemon, but I 't do this alohat's why I would like to make you an invitation," Jon began, his voice den with seriousness and respect. "I've established a kingdom beyond the Wall, called Arctica."

  "A kingdom?!" Aemon seemed surprised.

  "Yes, a magical pce, Uncle, where we live with humans, giants, dwarves, and even children of the forest!" Jon said excitedly.

  "Dwarves, children of the forest?" Aemon seemed incredulous.

  "Yes, Uncle. Magical creatures exist, and we found a hidden race called dwarves, you would certainly be surprised at how joyful they be when not in a bad mood," Jon said.

  "That's really fantastic, I'd love to see these races..." he murmured.

  "So Uhe kingdom I've established beyond the Wall, it needs wise and experienced minds like yours. I would like you to sider ing with us to Arctica."

  Aemon looked at Jon, surprised by the invitation. "Arctica? You wao leave the Wall and go to your kingdom?"

  "Yes," Jon replied. "Your wisdom, your knowledge, your experience... all of it would be invaluable to us. And I... I would very much like to have you by my side as we navigate these imes."

  Aemon pondered for a moment, looking at Jon with a mix of admiration and . "Jon, this is a great honor, but... I am a Maester of the Night's Watch. My pce is here."

  "I uand your duty, Uncle," said Jon, "but Arctica is a pce where we could use your help to build something new, something that could ge the world for the better. And besides, having you around to help with Eragon would be invaluable." Jon said and tinued.

  "Also, I spoke with the Lord ander, and he has released you, so the decision is yours without promising your oath."

  Aemon remained silent for a long moment, pting the offer. Finally, he looked at Jon with a timid smile. "You offer me a ce to see a dragon, to be part of the creation of a new kingdom, and to withe unfolding of the world's magic. With my vows fulfilled... how could I refuse su offer?"

  Jon smiled, relieved aed by Aemon's respohank you so much, Uncle Aemon. Your presen Arctica will bring not only wisdom but also hope for a hat the world has never seen before."

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