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Thrid Person POV
North, 296 AC.
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Eragoroyed more than four thousand undead along with that creature that filled him with disgust, dispatg them with ease, using his white fmes.
For the other undead, a simple red fme was enough. Now, he beat his wings, gaining altitude; after all, his task wasn't finished yet, and he had a arget: the men who stood on the nd his father had built, aeo destroy them for daring to e here. He had received an order, and he would kill all who threatened his home.
Once more, his wings beat, gaining altitude and speed, as he looked down at the humans below, who gazed back at him with fearful eyes. Their fear was evident, even ton at this height. They feared him — and they had good reason to. After all, he would not stop until he had burned every one of them.
Lord Westerling, along with all the other nobles and remaining soldiers, stood there, watg the destru from afar. But what happened left them frozen in pce as the dragon began moving directly toward them.
"He's ing this way!" murmured one of the men, his voice faltering and his eyes trembling.
"Yes, that thing is ing straight at us!" another man excimed, stepping bad turning to the ander. "ander Westerling, we o get out of here! Order a retreat!" He was shaking, nervous, while Lord Westerling himself stood paralyzed, uo lift a finger from fear.
Sihey had set foot in this cursed pce, they had entered all kinds of monsters. The wild ohey'd left behind iorm when they fled from the undead were the most harmless things they had seen here; the undead had been the hreat to appear. Though they had thought this would be the worst mehey could fa this pce, something even worse had appeared, and they realized h they had beehey saw the undead burned by the dragon. And now, that same dragon that had destroyed them all was advang, clearly hostile, and they all felt death approag.
Eragon was drawing closer and closer, his wings thundering in the air, until he slightly opened his mouth, red fmes appeariween his teeth, then burst forward with his voi a massive roar.
ROOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRR, Eragon roared, making the entire forest tremble beh him.
The roar seemed to awakeerling from his frozen state, and he immediately cried out to all the men standing there, in a desperate tone, "Run!"
The dragon was now diving from the sky toward them, gaining speed as he approached. The men tried to run quickly, but what could they do now? Eragon closed in, already upon them.
As they ran, their terrified gazes looked back, seeing the dragon already above them.
Eragon opened his mouth, tilting his wings to glide close to the ground, and unleashed a torrent of fire on the group trying to flee through the forest. The fmes spread in every dire as they struck the ground below him, vaporizing the meh them and tinuing to burhers, spreading like a wave of fire.
Erago beating his wings, maintaining his altitude as he poured fmes over everything he could, leaving a vast trail of fmes across the area he passed.
When he reached the edge of the group, he beat his wings to gai and turned, as more and more men tried to scatter. Eragon dove again as he returo the line of men trying to flee, ung another bst of fmes like the first, ign the humans' desperate screams. But that didn't matter to him.
Far from there, Du advanced, riding a giant eagle alongside other men. These eagles were a unique means of moving warriors through the sky, created from Caraxes and Jon's magic. There were few of them yet, though they were expected to grow more numerous as they began to breed.
Du was the chief ander of the Arctic army in Jon's absence, and he had to make the best decisions on behalf of the queen. But even there in the sky, witnessing the destru Eragon was causing, how could he stop a dragon?
He and the other men on their eagles watched from afar, seeing the dragoroy everything as he set the forest abze, indifferent to the enemies' despair, showing no mercy.
The terrifying se of fmes aru tinued for a long time. Eragon was not yet satisfied and had no iion of stopping until the st of those he could burn fell.
Only after a while did he decide to stop hunting the small groups, as he had already sin the vast majority of the southern soldiers, and it was growing tedious to chase tless individuals scattering everywhere. When he realized it would be pointless... he decided to return, making a turn.
Erago his wings, heading toward ártica, crossing the skies without g about the few survivors below or evei men watg him close by in the air.
He soon reached the kingdom's walls, flying over the river as he he city, announg his arrival with a roar as the people looked up at the sky, fused. The dragon, still surging with adrenalier destroying his enemies, made his way to the Grand Weirwood, tilting to the side as he passed the tree until he reached the castle, where he nded gently in the middle of the garden. Only two hours had passed since he had left the area. Now, he simply walked to a er of the garden and y down, feeling his task was plete and wanting to sleep a bit more; after all, he'd been asleep when he was awakened, irritated, by the presence of the southerners.
At that moment, Seryna appeared, holding their two children in her arms, looking at him with a slightly ed expression. Her children stretched their hands toward the dragon, but she didn't let them get too close; after all, Eragon reeked of fmes and burnt things, and he was so hot that even she couldn't get too close.
The young dragons around him, curious, approached and began to circle him, watg with inquisitive looks. Eragon only raised his eyes to look at them briefly, then ighem, appearing on the verge of sleep, wanting to rest now that his task was done.
"My queen," Brynden appeared then, looking at her with a worried expression and casting a cautious look at the dragon radiati.
"Tell me, what is the situation?" Seryna asked, knowing the fmes on the horizon were not from a simple attack by Eragon.
"Du has already dispatched a group of five thousand Arti soldiers outside the gate. They are advang through the forest to hunt down those who mao escape the fmes," he said.
"And what else?" Seryna raised an eyebrow, sensing there was more.
"The enemy soldiers and even some of our own are frightened. After all, they saw a dragon annihite aire human army in such a short time," murmured Brynden, looking at her. They both uood that Eragon wasn't just any dragon who lived in the castle garden ao himself when Jon was away. Now, ártica would know that this was a beast capable of causih aru.
"How many did he kill?" Seryna asked, holding her children tighter as her gaze fell ba the sleeping dragon.
"He killed nearly five thousand undead, one White Walker, and caused the deaths of over seven thousand southern soldiers. If three thousand soldiers remain, it's a lot," he replied, his tone serious.
Seryna raised an eyebrow, impressed. In just two hours, he had destroyed more than seven thousand soldiers and burhousands more bodies. Now, she uood why so many of the royal guards and even some others in the castle looked at Eragon with fear.
"Jon always said that dragons be dangerous," she ented, watg Eragon. "But, in this case, he protected ártica, and that's what we o remember."
"You're right, my queen. In any case, now we just have to wait for Du's troops to return," Brynden agreed.
Meanwhile, Du was advang through the forest alongside his wife, who had insisted on apanying him. His small army moved forward, prepared to faything, be it wildlings, undead, or southerners.
"By the gods, you smell the burnt flesh from here!" Karsi pined, looking over the devastated forest. Much of it was in ashes, with fmes still burning in some pces, but the majority of the forest was destroyed.
"We're lucky we didn't get any closer," ented Du, befiving an order to the guards to advance, skirting around the area. After all, there shouldn't be anyone alive there, and they were to begin searg for survivors.
They tihrough the area, where they found many southerners hiding, trembling in fear inside caves, among rocks, and uree stumps. It was easy to locate them, although it was a bit tedious to track eaanually with the wargs. The Arti soldiers, guided by the animals, had no trouble finding all the fugitives.
This tinued for some time. However, sihey couldn't capture everyone, with a few managing to escape south, the southerhey did find were quickly rounded up to be taken to ártica. In the end, over 1,200 were captured, including a southern noble named Edric Westerling. He had been the ander of the small army, but instead of finding a fearless leader who could and 16,000 soldiers, they found a man trembling and stantly looking to the sky in fear, always cheg if the dragon would return. They did nothing special with him; he was simply pced with the other prisoo be taken away.
In the end, all were led to ártica. The kingdom's gates opened, and the prisoners were taken to the Stone of Prisons, where they would perform forced bor — after all, for an Arti prisoner, work was iable if they wished to be fed.
The news spread quickly, with the horizon bed by smoke, and what had happened shocked the popution of ártica, being the most talked-about event in the following days. Despite witnessing Eragon's power for the first time, the Artis celebrated. Everyone spoke of how they had triumphed over an invasion from the south, which had been swiftly crushed.
"Did you see what happehose southern fools sent 16,000 men to try and face us, but they didn't stand a ce," a dwarf ented while drinking.
"First, the shadows of the White Walkers took a rge portion of them, but it was Eragon, the king's dragon, who delivered the final blow! Burned over 7,000 people in no time! A monster among monsters!" murmured a man in a respectful tone.
"I always said that dragon was dangerous! I hope the king keeps him under trol; I don't want to see my house burned down one of these days!" excimed another dwarf, voig his natural disdain fons.
The terror that had gripped the southerners became a powerful motivation for the inhabitants of ártica. Stories began to spread about the feats aplished, and across the city, songs were posed in honor of the dragon and the victory. Even in the king's absehey showed they could defend themselves from any threat, now boasting hundreds of thousands of soldiers.
In the castle, a cil meeting was vened, and Queen Seryna had to make decisions in Jon's name.
"What shall we do now, my queen?" asked a selor.
"The south has never been a true threat," she replied firmly. "Let them return to their nds. Those who flee won't get far; the White Walkers are hunting, and it won't make a differeo add another 1,800 soldiers to our army when we're going to destroy them all anyway." She ordered all searches for the scattered southero be celed.
Meanwhile, the southern prisoners joihers captured in the naval battle he coast of Oldtown, where they entered the Arti fleet and were destroyed, then captured. Among the prisoners was the younger brother of Lord Hightower, who looked visibly defeated.
"I heard from the guards what happeo you…" The noble, as well as Lord Westerling and others present, murmured to them, a broken look on his face after so many moons of forced bor, without which the Artis would not provide them with food. He tinued…
"I'm gd you came here to rescue me and kill these damned Artis, but only 16,000 men? How could the lords of Westeros think that was enough?!" he said, dissatisfied.
"We thought we still had a ce… but they have a dragon, and no one expected to face a dragon that size. How in the world do they have a bloody dragon?" replied a noble, as Edric Westerling now seemed a broken man.
"They have all sorts of strahings and pray to the old gods… this is the worst pce for a man of the Faith of the Seven…" he murmured.
"Hey, you all stop chatting a back to work?" A dwarf approached, arms crossed, while the southerners muttered and tried to return to their tasks.
Everyone was exhausted, but they were surrounded by dwarves and giants who worked tirelessly, not only keeping watch over them but busy with other duties. The southerners could only observe the se with amazement, w what other strahings they might enter in this pce, though it no longer mattered: they were now prisoners of ártica.
Meanwhile, to the north, a rge camp was setting out, with the mountains to the south ing into view.
"We're finally reag the southern part of the Frozen Lands," ented one of Mance's camp leaders beside him, gazing at the ndscape.
"Soon, we'll be at the Wall, won't we?" asked another.
"Yes. But our journey is still long, and at the pace of our army, it'll take a while to cross the mountains pletely and begin to ehe southern region toward the Wall…" Mance replied with a sigh, knowing their progress would be slow, though at least they would arrive before winter set in.
And so, they tinued advang southward, unaware of what they would enter in the years to e.
Meanwhile, in the East, thousands of miles from ártica, the political situation in Yi-Ti seemed dire. In a room in the capital, a heated discussioed among the leaders of the various provinces in the Shogun's castle.
"They are invading us, and we're just here arguing?!" someone shouted.
"We must fight with all we have! Shogun, give us permission to retaliate against these sdrels with all the strength of our try!" demanded another.
"Calm down! We must not rush. We must fight with honor," ented a third.
"Lord Takeshi Shinoda, don't you see that this world is cruel and merciless? Honor is beautiful, but we must do what is necessary to win and recim our nds!" another excimed.
"We fight with honor, Lord Hiroaki Kuroda," the third replied. "We 't simply abandon it to face our enemies. After all, what would differentiate us from these invaders?"
As the argument grew more intense, a man at the ter of the table, dressed in a simple kimono and wearing a hat, watched the se with a tired expression. He sighed, then decided to end the meeting, seeing it was going nowhere.
"I believe we won't resolve this today. For now, I want you all to refle what's been said here. We need more crete information about what's happening in Lord Shimura's provihe Shogun said, and everyone nodded, seeing no point in pressing the matter further.
The Shogun stood up, and the others bowed their heads in respect as he left the room, followed by a few guards. As he walked down the corridor, he entered his daughter, her eyes filled with .
"You're here, Hiyori…" he ented.
"Father, may I apany you?" she asked.
He nodded, and together they entered his chamber. The Shogun sat down and, in a calm tone, looked at his daughter while lighting a few dles in the room.
"Speak, daughter, what do you wish to say?" he asked.
"Father, you're exhausted from this invasion… and even more so because of my brother," she murmured.
"I know. Your brother was captured by the enemy, aill don't know what's happening in Lord Shimura's province. We o send reinforts, but the provincial leaders 't rea agreement. I'll have to make a decision soon…" he said, equally tired and even frustrated.
His daughter pced her hands on her father's wrists, looking at him with determination. "I'm certain you'll make the right decision. You'll drive them out, as you've always done all these years…" she said.
"Thank you for your words, daughter. But now it's different… they mao infiltrate the try. It doesn't matter anymore, Hiyori. Now, go to your room. I o think carefully about what to do," he said as his daughter rose a, her expression heavy, though her movements remained trolled uhe weight of being the princess of an empire.
The Shogun, now alone, approached the open window and looked out at the moon shining in the dark sky.
"I want to end this soon and have my family back," he murmured to himself. "I miss you, Toki…" he thought, remembering his wife, long since passed, but determio resolve the situation and rescue his son and heir, who was now in the enemy's hands after going to aid the invaded province.
Meanwhile, out at sea, in the darkness of the night, the Arti fleet tio sail. Above the ships, in the sky, beyond the moon, the stars formed a clear steltion, revealing the gaxy and its lights. They followed their course through the night, and at dawn, the fleet split, with 50 ships advang northward, spotting Yi-Ti in the distahat very m.
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