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  Thrid Person POV

  Essos, 296 AC.

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  The Arctic ship tinued sailing across the sea for a moon, heading straight through the Summer Sea, which y above Sothoryos. It was a tropical sea, very warm, though they had ample ice stores to stay cool.

  The fleet of over 400 ships kept on its course across the sea, but they had been ign Sothoryos for some time. However, Jon could no longer set it aside.

  "Should roach the ti, my king?" The captain asked Jon for instrus, and he nodded in agreement.

  "We are nearing the region of Great Moraq and the amon Straits. I nning to move the fleet northward toward the sea by Qarth, but we o tend to our men ied with greyscale," Jon expirying to mahe iion among his royal guards as best as he could. His own healing powers didn't wainst su affli; he o elimihe cause of the iion, which meaing pnts.

  Thus, Jon o find a cure for them. After all, he wouldn't let his men, the best warriors of Artid his royal guards, die like this. He had mao slow down the iion with his own magid a few medial pnts he had grown in limited supply during the voyage since he couldn't use his powers extensively while at sea.

  "So, we're reag the tip of Sothoryos and the entrao Great Moraq. We'll go ashore, but only one ship from the fleet will apah a small group. After all, there are many diseases there, and I wouldn't want to cure one only to catother. That wouldn't make much sense," Jon spoke calmly to his men.

  His captain nodded. "Uood, my king. We'll set the ships on this route."

  Jon nodded, his gaze drifting aside, where he saw five creatures standing on the deck, watg. The humans, giants, and dwarves among the crew avoided getting too close to them, while the creatures followed Jon wherever he went, him curiously as he spoke in the human tongue.

  The dragons had bee quite popur among the crew over the past month, which was no surprise, especially sidering their habit of breathing fire onto parts of the ship. Jon had been trying to teach them not to do this, but they were in a rebellious phase, now spitting fire at anything they disliked, even attempting to hit the ship's mast to avoid cirg it.

  Among those on the ship, the dwarves were the most displeased with the dragons, and they always gathered to ent, with two of them in a er of the ship at that very moment.

  "I still think it's a big mistake having dragons here. If they grow by the end of this journey and reach Eragon's size ba Artica, there won't be enough space for them on the ship. It'll be chaos!" one dwarf muttered, looking at the se from afar. But he didn't dare get closer, as his race seemed to have a natural aversion tons.

  "I think you're exaggerating. Dragons don't grow that fast. Isn't Eragon several years old?" another dwarf ented.

  "Well, I guess you're right..." the first replied. "But still, I think it's a terrible idea having dragons here! They could burire deck, and the ship would be a pile of fmes. Maybe we should head to the ship with the fe. Seeing that marvel every day must be the best thing," he grumbled.

  "But it's already packed with dwarves, and they hardly move around, even if the fe is beautiful… It's mado be on that ship with one dwarf on top of another, smelling their ow!" the sed dwarf responded.

  "Either way, it's still scary having them here!" the first dwarf murmured persistently, looking at the creatures with some trepidation.

  Unaware of the dwarves' versation, Jon g the young dragons behind him, who were stantly watg him. In fact, all thirteen of them followed him wherever he went, him whehey weren't tired or with Jaehaerys. While five of them were here, the ht were sleeping in the ; one beloo Rhaenys, and ao Daenaerys out of the fifteen eggs, as those two were already bonded with them and thus couldn't stay with Jon like the others.

  Jon sighed and looked toward the entrao the , where Daenerys stood, holding the bck dragon and clearly amused by the se unfolding.

  Jon merely sighed. "Let's head baside," he said to them as he passed by the dragons. They began to move across the deck, crawling and spreading their wings to follow him as quickly as possible, like cats.

  "They look like dogs. Nephew, I never imagined dragons would act like this," Daenerys ented, ughing.

  "You think that's funny, do you?" Jon murmured, gaining a bit of humor himself.

  "They certainly do!" Daenerys replied, fshing him a smile.

  The dragons were growing quickly. In just one month, they had reached the size of a medium-sized dog.

  "How are you taking care of yours?" Jon asked, and Daenerys grinned wider.

  "He's beeing a lot. Soon he'll be so big he won't fit on the ship," she joked. "That's why I named him Bafur!"

  "Holy, I hope that doesn't happen. After all, we o get back to Artica," Jon said. Of course, he didn't truly believe that would happen, as it took Aegon years to reach a size capable of destroying a ship.

  In the end, he entered with his aunt, finding Arya and Wind talking while reading some books in the ship's corridor. Wind smiled and greeted them with a hello. Arya looked up at Jon but didn't say anything before returnitention to her book.

  Joed them and tinued on with Daenerys until he reached his door. Upoering, he found the ht dragons curled up around his bed, ed around each other while Rhaenys watched, holding her dragon, whom she had named Pyraxis, which mea of Fire.

  Meanwhile, Ygritte stood holding little Jaehaerys in her arms, gently rog him, seemingly trying to soothe him.

  "Now yoing to join your brothers!" Jon instructed the five dragons, pointing to the bed. They really did look like dogs, obeying Jon and moving closer to the other dragons as they g to the bedding and climbed up.

  Jon walked over to Ygritte, taking Jaehaerys in his arms.

  "What's the pn?" Rhaenys asked, approag and leaving the dragons. After they all settled beside the others, she held her dragon close to her chest alongside Daenerys.

  "Well, first, I o save my men before heading to Yi Ti, but it won't be a simple task… I need solid ground, and I believe it's an opportunity for me to set foot on Sothoryos," Jon said, spending some time with his family.

  The journey tinued, and a few days ter, they finally reached the edge of Sothoryos, just before the region of Great Moraq and the amon Straits.

  "Wind, I would like you to e with me," Jon requested of the Child of the Forest. This was due to the pgues they might enter on that nd; she could offer prote with her magic.

  Not even the magic of the Children of the Forest had any effect against greyscale, and though Jon could remove affected parts and use magic tee the skin of his men, he wao find a definitive cure for the disease, as it would help many people.

  "Be careful," Jon heard someone murmur, looking over to see Arya nearby.

  Jon nodded. "You'll stay here this time, Arya, but it's a simple task; I won't be in any dahere. The fewer of us who go to Sothoryos, the better, given the risk of spreading disease." Jon spoke, and Arya hough she tried to insist on going along. This time, however, Jon wouldn't allow it.

  In the end, Jon transferred to another ship ahe fleet with the new vessel while the rest of the Artis awaited his return on the open sea. He o make this journey alone, along with Wind, his ied men, and a small crew, to work on developing the cure.

  Sihey were close, Sothoryos appeared on the horizon. The ship sailed toward the coast at full speed, which looked like a green line in the distahe tropical forest revealed itself gradually, and the beach soon appeared as the ship finally anchored nearby after a few hours. Jon took advantage of the time to set up his small boratory on the ship.

  Jon finally stepped outside as his men prepared the boat to row ashore. He couldn't stop thinking about everything he might enter there—primitive tribes, ibals, and even more civilized people, not to mention the unique animals found only in this region.

  Almost no one khis pce, as few dared to veo this ti due to the infamous pgues, such as the feared Green Fever and other natural dangers in the jungle.

  The Child of the Forest quickly began reinf a protective shield around some of the men who would apany Jon. Without wasting any time, they boarded the boat and started rowing toward the isnd, heading for the beach.

  "We're finally here. I'll make sure to set up some security around us in the forest against the local wildlife… just stay alert for any attacks from the tribes; they tend to frequent this area," Jon said, and his men nodded in aowledgment.

  They moved into the forest, passing by ut palms, as Jon needed solid ground to begin cultivating various types of medial herbs and pnts. He po bihe ingredients and attempt to find an antidote for his men on the ship.

  They ventured into the jungle, finding a suitable spot to start pnting several herbs on a good patch of nd vely close to the beach. Jon asked everyoo step back, and, using the power he had acquired from the Old Gods, he began pg seeds in the ground and creating pnts that grew at a remarkable speed, as if by magic, right before everyone's eyes.

  "Start harvesting," he instructed, asking his men to gather everything they could take back to the makeshift b on the ship.

  As he worked, Jon noticed they were being watched. In the distance, a man held a bow, preparing to aim an arrow in his dire. Wheranger saw that Jon had spotted him, meeting his gaze easily, he looked visibly frightened and raised his bow.

  Before he could act, a lion leaped out of nowhere from the jungle, knog him to the ground. The man screamed in terror as all Jon's guards quickly stood up, raising their swords in the dire of the otion.

  "I've got it under trol," Jon said, reassuring his men. The lion didn't bite the young man; it merely pinned him down, showing its teeth in a way that clearly terrified him.

  With a and from Jon, the lion took hold of the man, gripping his sharments by the leg and dragging him over to where Jon stood. The young man tried desperately to grab onto anything to escape, but the lion was far to and pulled him easily.

  "What do we have here?" Jon approached, examining the man, who was dressed in typical garb of a primitive tribe. Giveropical enviro, he wore minimal clothing suited to a warm region, very different from the people beyond the Wall. He looked up at Jon in fear as the lion released him onto the ground.

  "I hope you weren't pnning on shooting that arrow. If so, things won't go well for you, boy," Jon said, surprisingly using a few words from the on tongue of Sothoryos, which he had studied a bit but never mastered since he hadn't found much use for it.

  "Who… who are you, man of metal?" the young man murmured in the same nguage Jon had just spoken, terrified at the sight of Jon in his armor.

  "I'm only here to gather some pnts. That's all," Jon replied calmly, as his royal guards kept watch over the jungle. He noticed there was no one else nearby, as he was also in trol of most of the animals around them.

  "I saw you make trees grow from the ground… how is that possible?" he murmured, still in shock. "Do you trol the animals as well?" The young man couldn't take his eyes off the lion standing beside Jon, awaiting further ands.

  "That doesn't you much," Jon replied before tinuing, "However… I do need a bit of peace here, and I think you could help me…" Jon said, a slight smile.

  "What?!" the young man murmured, his voice tinged with fear.

  "Simple. I want you to warn your people that I'm not here to py games… so I'll ask you to stay away from here… and if I sense any threat from your people, it won't just be one of those creatures attag you… whatever you call lions here," Jon said, trying to maintaiive tongue.

  The young man was released and immediately ran off into the forest, while Jon tinued with his men, gathering more pnts. By the end of the day, Jon had cultivated nearly everything he needed, leaving some pnts to mature until the day, when he would begin his tests.

  Ba the ship, heading to his makeshift b, Jon examined his ied men, who winced as he removed small gray patches from their ied skin to test his formu.

  Jon worked oing a pound to treat greyscale, using a vision enhancer—a telescope—he had developed, inspired by models Yi Ti had tried to create in the past. He observed the decayed yer reag with various bined substances extracted from the pnts.

  Jo hours trying to develop antidotes, though he had not yet achieved any signifit results, despite some progress. He instructed his panions to rest afterward and then headed to his .

  Just before reag it, he roached he hour of the wolf. "My king, there's movement on the bead in the forest…" a man informed Jon.

  "Yes, I know. They've been watg our ship for the past two hours… I saw through the animals," Jon replied, noting that the people were the ship and trying to uand the terrarium he had created on the isnd. But he wao leave this for tomorrow, realizing the warning he'd asked the young man to vey to his tribe had backfired, attrag even more eyes.

  Without giving much thought to the wild group, he went to sleep, as he began to domihe minds of all the crows in the forest, searg for anything iing there.

  The day, Jon and his meuro the beach, where they found several natives wielding spears, trying to ward off four lions that surrouhem. Jon looked at the group, who stared back at him in fear. This time, all the men were adults, dressed simirly to the young man they had entered the day before.

  "I believe I've made it clear for you not to meddle in our affairs, correct?" Jon ented, approag them without fear.

  "I-Iron Man, we came to meet you!" one of the men said, trying to remain firm while looking at Jon and the lions, brag for a possible attack.

  "Then tell me, what do you want with me?" Jon asked, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow.

  "Our leader wishes to wele you to the tribe!" the man replied. Jon shook his head.

  "Why would I go there? I'm leaving soon and only need one more day here..." He knew he could find a cure for his men a fident he only needed one more day.

  "Once again, I'll ask you not to interfere in my affairs…" He spoke with authority and a hint of warning as the lions began to push them back. The four mereated into the forest, and Jon shrugged, returning to his work on strengthening the pnts for his experiments.

  He followed the same routine and awoke the m, still enteribacks but ing closer to a breakthrough. He had found a bined substahat reacted well against greyscale, though it wasn't yet potent enough to elimi quickly—it was too slow, and Jon didn't have time to wait for a prolonged effect. He to work faster. So he decided to stay one more day.

  Once again, he roached by the tribe, now led by an elderly woman dressed in bones and pnts. She carried a staff and appeared to be about 55 years old. Apanied by eight men, she approached Jon cautiously.

  "Are you the man who makes pnts grow from the ground and trols the animals?" she asked, him closely.

  "How I help you?" Jon responded, crossing his arms as he faced them.

  "May I know what you're doing in this pce, traveler from the north?" she inquired, assuming Jon was from Essos, though he was from a much farther and colder northern nd than she imagined.

  "I am trying to cure my men, who have been afflicted by a disease," Jon expined calmly.

  The woman's eyes widened in surprise. "You heal people?!" she asked in the loguage, and Jon nodded.

  The elder immediately k before him. "Please, heal my granddaughter!" she pleaded, while the other men watched the se with curiosity, waiting for Jon's response.

  "Yranddaughter? What is wrong with her?" Jon asked, looking at the woman.

  "She has severe pain iomach; she is close to death. I need help, sir, and as the tribe's leader, I will do anything!" the woman replied, distressed.

  Jon observed her for a moment, seeing an opportunity there. "I will do my best!" he said, intrigued by the ce to see how his abilities would work in this case.

  "Take me to your tribe, then," he said finally, beginning to follow her along with his men toward the woman's vilge.

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